Chapter 532

Ministry of envoys.

Zhang Haoran finds Jin BaoFan.

At this time, Jin BaoFan was arranging for the new Banxian to practice.

After seeing Zhang Haoran, Jin BaoFan motioned Zhang Haoran to wait.

After a while, Jin BaoFan finished his work.

"Gold emissary, I'm going to take part in the nursing home." Zhang Haoran said.

"What?" Jin BaoFan thought he had heard it wrong. "You just came in for six or seven days. Did you go to Tianzhao pool to practice every day?"

"Practice." Zhang Haoran made up a lie.

"Oh." Jin BaoFan nodded, "you are the third grade and half immortal. It's no problem to participate in the nursing home competition. There are more than 20 days left. Please fill in this form and I'll report it to you."

"Good."

Zhang Haoran filled in the form, name, strength and other information.

Jin BaoFan nodded with satisfaction. He had a good impression of Zhang Haoran, modest and confident.

All of a sudden, a noise came from the messenger department.

"Emissary Zheng, are you going to arrange such a plan for me? Do you look down on me, or are you aiming at me on purpose? " The speaker was a young man in red robes. With his voice rising, his whole face flushed with excitement. "I tell you, my uncle is the chief disciple of huoyun hospital. Messenger Zheng, you are just perfunctory to my uncle when you are perfunctory to me!"

There is a woman next to the young man in red robe. The relationship between them seems to be good. When the young man in red robe is swaggering, he even glances at the woman intentionally or unintentionally, as if to say, do you see my prestige?

Jin BaoFan's chubby body scurried past and came to the young man in red robe. Raising his hand was a slap in the face.

"What are you shouting about? How old is Lao Zheng? Is it worth your shouting here? " Jin BaoFan glared at the young man in red robe, and raised his other hand, as if he would fight if the young man in red robe said one more word.

Zhang Haoran was shocked. Jin BaoFan was brave and fearless.

The young man in red robe was furious and said, "fat man, where did you come from?"

"I am the messenger of the Ministry of envoys." Jin BaoFan snatched Fu Zhuan with personal information of the young man in red robe from Lao Zheng. Looking at Yuan Qi's personal information, he said sarcastically, "it's just a second-class Banxian. He's also shouting here. It's nothing. Get out of here!"

Lao Zheng shakes his head gently, which means that Jin BaoFan doesn't need to help him. Is there less Banxian who has been treated by the messenger department?

Jin BaoFan said earnestly: "Lao Zheng, as the emissaries of the first disciple, it's our duty to receive educated disciples for Tianzhao Academy. This yuan Qi is a second-class Banxian. I've seen the cultivation plan you arranged for him. It's not too much to say that it's tailor-made for him."

When Jin BaoFan finishes, he tears off the seal characters in his hand, and Yuan Qi's personal information turns into a pile of shredded paper.

Around the Banxian who see the gaping, this fat man is so powerful!

"Fat man, you'll see!" Yuan Qi stamped his feet angrily, took the woman around him, turned around and left.

Jin BaoFan returns to Zhang Haoran.

"Zhang Fan, I'm sorry just now. There was an accident." Jin BaoFan returned to his smiling face. "Recently, you should practice hard. I'm still looking good at you after 20 days of nursing home."

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhang Haoran said.

Jin BaoFan seemed to think of something and said in a low voice: "I ask you, have you got a private house recently?"

"Yes, gold messenger. How do you know?"

"It's really you!" Jin BaoFan looked at Zhang Haoran and said to himself, "I can't see that you can live in that kind of place. Do you know that your private house is unusual. There are many private houses in Tianzhao courtyard, which are already overcrowded. But no one dares to live in the only one left. "

"What? Is there a special place in my private house? " Zhang Haoran was puzzled. He really felt that the layout of the private house was strange.

"The last owner of that private house you lived in was a woman." When Jin BaoFan mentioned this, he sighed abruptly.

Women?

Zhang Haoran was suddenly enlightened.

That's true.

What did he say? The layout of the private house is very strange. It's not a geomantic omen pattern. It seems even a little awkward. It turns out that the last owner of the private house was a woman, so it makes sense.

"Do you know who that man is?" Zhang Haoran asked casually.

"Of course I know." Jin BaoFan said in a low voice, "her name is Wen Suoxin. She is the mother of Wen Dharma protector in Tianzhao hospital. Unfortunately, Wen Suoxin doesn't know what's wrong. She lays Dharma array in the private house, turns her whole body into soil, and becomes the nourishment of the trees in the private house. This way of returning to the dust is unexpected to many people. Few people know these things now, and most people just take it as an example For Wen Suoxin, he left Tianzhao hospital and went elsewhere. "

"For so many years, the private house has been empty, and no one dares to live in it, for fear of offending Wen HUFA. So after you live in the private house, it's very popular in Tianzhao hospital. To be honest, I admire you. Wen HUFA let you live, and you really live."Zhang Haoran is speechless. He has a tripod in March. He must have an independent private house. Otherwise, it would be bad for others to see the tripod repaired.

Jin BaoFan lowered his voice and said, "Zhang Fan, you must have a good relationship with Wen HUFA."

"I've never seen windharma, not once."

"Really?"

"I really haven't seen it."

Jin BaoFan looks at Zhang Haoran repeatedly. The boy's words don't seem to be fake. But on second thought, Wen HUFA is willing to provide Zhang Haoran with his private house. It doesn't make sense.

Jin BaoFan faintly felt that he seemed to see a clue, but he didn't catch it.

Zhang Haoran also has this feeling, but he is not interested in exploring. It's what he cares most to cultivate the highest Taoist body as soon as possible and return to the true immortal cultivation. Other things don't matter.

Not long after returning to the residence, Suchen and Mojia found him.

"Zhang Fan, come to the fair with us." Mo Jia suggested.

"The fair?"

"Yes, every year, a month before the beginning of the nursing home, each nursing home in Qingyu gate will hold a fair. In the fair, there will be Banxian stalls selling treasures, some selling herbs, some selling magic weapons, some selling pills and cauldrons, and even some selling Gongfa."

Mo Jia said with a smile: "of course, if you buy it, you must take out the equivalent baby to replace it."

Zhang Haoran nodded, sometimes the market can be bought with silver, but the Banxian people don't pay special attention to money, so most of them exchange some treasures for equal value.

Suchen is holding an octagonal treasure box in his hand. There must be a treasure in it.

Mo Jia, on the other hand, is holding a string of pearls in his hand, which are crystal clear and engraved with inscriptions and patterns.

"Zhang Fan, come with us and see how we can change our baby!" Mo Jia said.

"Well, I'll accompany you to the market." Zhang Haoran agrees that Mo Jia and Wen HUFA are relatives. Usually few people are willing to come near him. For fear of rumors, only Zhang Haoran can ignore them.

On the way to the market.

"Zhang Fan, are you prepared for nothing?" Suchen was surprised.

"What are you going to prepare?"

"Prepare for the baby, exchange the baby with the fairies in the market. Otherwise, you will go there empty handed, and you won't just accompany us." Su Chen feels that he is more and more confused with Zhang Haoran. This person's ideas and practices are not on the same level with him.

"Ha ha, I don't need to change my baby." Zhang Haoran light way, words, revealed a trace of super self-confidence.

What treasure is more precious than the vast memory of the cultivation of immortals in his mind?

The most powerful skill in the world of King Luo can't be compared with that of the immortal skill, the empty sword Jue.

Su Chen is right. Zhang Haoran really accompanied him to have a look.

The market of tianzhaoyuan is at the foot of the mountain. Looking around, there are thousands of Banxian shouting, and there are all kinds of treasures in front of them.

There are all kinds of low-level heaven and earth Lingbao, herbs, yellow animal pill, common magic tools, cauldron, Gongfa and so on.

Banxian people come here in an endless stream.

"A lot of people have signed up to participate in this time's small than the nursing home, in order to be able to change for their own baby, the next month here will be lively." Su Chen excited.

"You two also signed up for the nursing home contest?" Zhang Haoran is curious.

"Of course." Mo Jia nodded, "to participate in the nursing home is better than to get rich rewards. It's more precious than these treasures in the market! Su Chen and I are Sanpin Banxian. We have a good chance to win the top five in this year's "Sanpin Banxian" group

"Last year, Mo Jia and I won the top five in the nursing home competition. This time, we must make persistent efforts to get a better place."

Zhang Haoran smiles. Mo Jia is a relative of Wen HUFA. With this kind of relationship, he usually receives many benefits. He makes less efforts than ordinary people, but has more treasures than ordinary people. This is the benefit of networking.

Su Chen and Mo Jia are walking in the market, stopping from time to time, with Zhang Haoran behind them.

"Well?" Zhang Haoran looked back, vaguely saw a familiar figure, tiger head?

At this time, Mojia stopped. She stood beside a stall. The stall owner was a beautiful woman. Her beauty was weaker than that of Mojia. However, the beautiful woman's stall was full of jewels of betel nuts. She was so charming.

"It's beautiful." Mo Jia's eyes are shining, looking at the Pearl.

Zhang Haoran is speechless. He seems to understand the purpose of Mojia's coming to the market. Where to choose a baby is to choose decorations.

The Pearl Mo Jia saw was not a magic weapon, but an ornament. It was just beautiful.

"I've decided. I'll change this." Mo Jia is happy.

"It's Mo Jia. My pearl is especially suitable for your temperament." The beauty of the stall owner said with a smile."Well, I'll trade this for you." Mo Jia took out a bracelet with a glittering light on it.

The beauty of the stall owner was pleasantly surprised: "Mo Jia, this is a magic weapon you are holding. If you remember correctly, it is one of the top five awards for the top five semi immortals in the nursing home competition last year."

Mo Jia nodded.

Su Chen shows an embarrassed smile to Zhang Haoran, as if he just wants to get used to it.

Mo Jia handed the chain to the beauty of the stall owner. Suddenly, a huge force came from nowhere. In a moment, cracks appeared in the stall owner's beauty's stall. All of a sudden, it broke.

The decorations fell all over the floor.

Around the Banxian people immediately look over.

"It's tiger head!"

"Tiger head smashed other people's stalls!"

"Eh, isn't that Zhang Fan?"

"In danfang, Zhang Fan and tiger head have a conflict in order to grab the position."

Everyone, you say a word, I say a word.

The Banxian gathered around.

The beauty's face of the stall owner turned green in an instant. Someone smashed her stall!