Chapter 33

Zhu Zhengqi is also looking at Yang Fan carefully.

This young man, who has no other characteristics except a little good-looking, can't see the depth at a glance.

Ming is not old next year, but his eyes are full of other melancholy and vicissitudes. He is happier than him. An old man of 100 years old still looks like an old man.

It felt like an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years put on a young skin bag, which made people feel a little scared.

In addition, if there was no breath on his body, he stood there very relaxed and natural, as if he had been integrated with the surrounding environment.

"Young man, I think you breathe long and introverted. There is an occasional flash in your eyes. Are you also a martial artist of congenital level?"

Zhu Zhengqi asked Yang Fan with some uncertain voice.

All the characteristics of Yang Fan's body are very consistent with the external expression of the unity of heaven and man. Zhu Zhengqi's feeling also tells him that this is the same martial art congenital as him.

But looking at Yang Fan's age, he is only about twenty-five or six years old. Even if he began to practice martial arts at the age of three, he can't have such high achievements in just 20 years.

Therefore, Zhu Zhengqi asked this question because he couldn't believe that someone could be born in his twenties.

If that's the case, don't they all live on dogs these years when they are 40, 50 or even 80 or 90 years old to become congenital martial artists?

"Congenital?"

Yang Fan was stunned, and then suddenly, in some memory fragments of Zhu Huanan, there were indeed some records about the innate realm, which was another name of the Chinese martial arts for the faded realm before the recovery of spiritual power.

Only those who have extremely high talent and reach the extreme of force cultivation can have the opportunity to reach the innate realm. Such warriors are extremely rare. Many times, it is lucky to have a congenital among the warriors of the same generation.

In an age when the spiritual power was extremely scarce or even there was no spiritual power at all, these people could spend decades of effort with their internal strength. Once they faded, their martial arts talent was absolutely none in a million.

Such a person, if placed in the Western Chu City period, can definitely surpass the powerful existence of the master level in the last age with extremely strong spiritual strength!

"I can be regarded as half a congenital martial artist." Yang Fan nodded modestly and said, "after all, compared with those real congenital martial arts elders, my Taoism is still far from being good. I'm really ashamed that I reluctantly stepped into the congenital threshold by taking some tricks."

The three-level congenital of martial arts disciples should be the weakest and lowest congenital in the eyes of congenital martial artists of this era, right?

"Trick?" Zhu Zhengqi thought and asked, "is it because of the spiritual fruits you found with Caiwei yesterday? According to Caiwei, you ate three in a row, right?"

When Zhu Zhengqi asked, he was almost sure that Yang Fan's congenital realm must be piled up by the three Saint fruits. Otherwise, there would never be congenital martial artists in their twenties in the world.

Zhu Zhengqi has personally experienced the amazing energy contained in lingguo, and has no doubt about it.

This is definitely a great opportunity!

Unfortunately, most of them were cheap to the young man in front of him.

Yang Fan didn't explain too much, but nodded slightly to express his approval. This is a good explanation, which can save him a lot of words.

"Are there any other spiritual fruits?"

Zhu Zhengqi's eyes flashed a trace of greed. No one can maintain an ordinary heart in the face of such a natural treasure.

Yang Fan shook his head slightly: "it's gone for the time being."

"However," Yang Fan's words turned, and Zhu Zhengqi's eyes became eager again: "the virgin fruit tree is still there. Maybe there will be new fruits in a period of time."

"Moreover, there is not only one mutated and awakened demon plant in the world. If Mr. Zhu is interested, he might as well look elsewhere. Maybe there will be some unexpected gains."

Zhu Zhengqi took a deep breath, and the color of greed in his eyes gradually subsided. Yang Fan was right. There is not only the saint fruit tree in Dongcheng in the world. He doesn't need to hang from a tree at all.

With the human and financial resources of the Zhu family, it is not a problem to get the ownership of these mutated spiritual plants in a short time.

"Hahaha, thank you for reminding me. Zhu wrote down this favor."

Zhu Zhengqi solemnly punched Yang Fan, which is a unique etiquette among martial artists. "In addition, Zhu will also remember the fruit gift of the little brother last night. If the little brother encounters any difficulties in the future, he can come to me directly."

"Mr. Zhu, you're welcome. That virgin fruit belongs to Miss Zhu. How you want to use it is your own business. I dare not take credit for it."

Yang Fan smiled and gently shook his head, not taking Zhu Zhengqi's promise seriously.

In the end of the world, the most unbelievable thing is commitment, and the most unthinkable thing is the people's heart.

After all, there are not all those traitors who are awe inspiring and fearless of death, who choose to take refuge in the demon family and stab their compatriots behind them, and there are not a few fierce bandits who only care about themselves and ignore the life and death of others.

Yang Fan's heart is bright. Zhu Zhengqi just looked at him with some abnormal eyes. Especially when he mentioned lingguo, the color of greed in his eyes flashed. God knows whether he will bite the hand that feeds him and want to kill and seize treasure?

Yang fan can never place his safety on the kindness and compassion of others.

He deliberately threw out the virgin fruit tree and other demon planting information to Zhu Zhengqi in order to eliminate Zhu Zhengqi's covetous heart. Now it seems that the effect is good.

On the one hand, Zhu Zhengqi is a congenital martial artist with good strength, who may not be worse than him, and on the other hand, he can easily get an ownerless demon plant. As long as Zhu Zhengqi is not stupid, he knows what kind of choice is most beneficial to him.

At present, Yang Fan doesn't want to cause trouble. Before the end of the world, rapidly improving his strength is his most urgent need.

Of course, if Zhu Zhengqi really doesn't have eyes and has to fight with him, Yang Fan doesn't mind giving him a profound lesson. Even if he is the Grandmaster of South China, he can't get used to it.

Zhu Zhengqi said, "you're welcome, little brother. Caiwei has told me in detail about the causes and consequences of the matter. If the little brother didn't fight for justice, Caiwei might encounter accidents. Anyway, this is the kindness of the little brother to my Zhu family. We can't forget it."

Zhu Zhengqi spoke enthusiastically, a pair of pride that can help Yang Fan, but there was no specific expression in action.

Yang Fan expressed his disappointment.

Gratitude alone is useless. Wouldn't it be better to discount it directly if you were sincere?

Unfortunately, he is still a shameful man, and these words can only be thought about in his heart.

The crisis in the villa was temporarily lifted. Zhu Zhengqi informed the helicopter to land. Zhu Caiwei and Zhu Huawu came to the living room one after another.

As soon as she came in, Zhu Caiwei trotted to Yang Guo, held the little girl in her arms and said excitedly, "Guo Guo, it's really frightening my sister. It's great that you're all right!"

Yang Guo saw an acquaintance and hugged Zhu Caiwei intimately. "Don't worry, sister Caiwei. I'm fine. Don't you think I'm fine now?"

Zhu Caiwei suddenly let go of Yang Guo and turned around her for two times to make sure that she was really not hurt. Then she really settled down, took her little hand and sat down next to her. She asked, "tell your sister what happened and why I didn't answer your phone before?"

Yang Guo's smart watch is still well worn on her wrist. It doesn't look like a problem.

Hearing Zhu Caiwei's inquiry, Yang Guo raised his right hand and looked at it. He found that there were indeed two missed calls on his watch, so he scratched his head and said, "maybe it was because I was too scared and didn't notice the vibration of the wristband."

"Sister Caiwei, you don't know what terrible things have happened in our family today!"

Yang Guo said with lingering fear: "first, your little turtle suddenly grew up and learned to walk with two feet. It's too scary!"

"Then my fat suddenly went crazy and rushed to eat your little turtle. Then fat began to grow bigger and bigger. Finally, it grew taller than me. It bared its teeth to me and wanted to attack me!"

"As soon as I was afraid, I squatted on the ground and shouted. Then brother Yang Fan arrived. He killed Feifei and saved me."

When Zhu Caiwei heard the speech, she couldn't help casting her eyes on Yang Fan with gratitude: "Yang Fan, thank you. Thanks for being here today!"

Yang Fan shrugged and said, "you're welcome. This is my scope of responsibility. But the fat cat actually... Forget it, I still won't say it."

Yang Fan wanted to explain the cause of the fat cat's death, but finally gave up. If Yang Guo knew that she killed the cat herself, she might have to scream with fear.

Not everyone can resist the lethality of this pupil.

"You don't have to say, I understand!"

Zhu Caiwei nodded at Yang Fan and said, "I wronged you at the police station before. You're right. It turns out that those pets may really become human eating monsters and eat their owners!"

"It's funny that I was still laughing at your persecution paranoia. Now it seems that I'm the really funny person!"

The fact was in front of her. Zhu Caiwei couldn't help believing it. Especially when she saw the huge black Tibetan mastiff nearly three meters high standing up from the sofa behind Yang Fan, she was almost scared to pee.

She knows the dog.

It's the heart of bodyguard Ron Artest. His name is "black lion".