Chapter 946

After another look at Zhang Fan's soul, Ni Zheng was more or less curious. He asked Shi Xian, "I think this boy should be a genius. But in my opinion, he has the talent of genius, but he doesn't have the root of genius. What's the matter?"

Shi Xian shook his head and said with a wry smile: "it all started when he was a child. I remember that when I saw the child, his spiritual roots had been taken away by others, but this man didn't think that although Zhang Fan had no spiritual roots, his talent was still there. He needed to find a new way to practice and make more efforts, but Zhang Fan doesn't seem to be afraid. He has come step by step. Now, I'm watching him grow up a little bit. "

Talking about some of Zhang Fan's deeds, it's a long story. Shi Xian also opened the conversation and began to explain to Ni Zheng about Zhang Fan's childhood and his hard journey. After listening to Ni Zheng's exuberance, he felt that Zhang Fan was more and more like him, and gradually began to like this slightly mature young man.

Three days passed quickly. This morning, Zhang Fan woke up from his sleep. In a daze, he sat up from the bed and looked at his window. He found that Yanfei was lying on the table. He seemed very tired and had fallen asleep.

Zhang Fan didn't have the heart to disturb him. He was draped over him and turned to walk out of the room. He wanted to get some air in the yard. After so many days lying in bed, Zhang Fan felt that his bones were a little uncomfortable, and his throat was very dry. He wanted to drink some tea to moisten his throat.

At this time, Lu Jiuye and others came in from the outside. When they saw Zhang Fan's subordinates sitting in the yard quietly drinking tea, they were stunned. They even rubbed their eyes hard to see if they were wrong. They clearly remember that Zhang Fan was still lying in bed last night. How could they get out of bed quickly What happened? And without Yanfei? Where's Yanfei? Let Zhang Fan come out to drink tea by himself. It's a bit too shameful.

At this time, without waiting for Lu Jiuye and his party to speak, Zhang Fan said to them with a smile: "Jiuye, you're here. I've just brewed the tea. Come and have a taste."

Everyone was stunned. Dao Lang said to Lu Jiuye with some doubts: "Jiuye, Zhang Fan's face is wrapped with gauze. Can he still see things? Can you even make your own tea? How did he do it? "

Lu Jiuye frowned and explained to Dao Lang: "in my opinion, Zhang Fan may not be able to see the world with his eyes, but with his spiritual sense. You know, Zhang Fan's spiritual sense is very powerful, and he can even replace his own eyes with his spiritual sense. It's really not simple."

Cheng Bo nodded and said: "yes, if a person's spiritual consciousness can do this, then his observation can really be said to be meticulous. Not everyone can do this."

Several people murmured a few words in a low voice, then walked forward and sat down in front of Zhang Fan. Looking at Zhang Fan whose eyes were still wrapped with thick gauze, everyone was very confused.

Zhang Fan saw several people seated, then picked up the teapot, accurately distributed the teacups to several people, and poured a cup of tea for everyone, said with a smile: "taste it, how about the taste."

They all nodded in a hurry, tasted one after another, and then put down the teacup. They still looked at Zhang Fan in doubt.

Lu Jiuye tentatively asked Zhang Fan: "it was Yanfei who accompanied you last night. Why didn't he come out?"

Zhang Fan laughed and said to Lu Jiuye, "Yanfei was probably too tired yesterday. When I woke up, I saw that he was still sleeping, so I didn't disturb him. I came out to make tea by myself."

After hearing Zhang Fan's words, Lu Jiuye was shocked and said to Hangfan, "what did you say just now? Did you make the tea yourself? How is that possible? "

People are also puzzled. Looking at Zhang Fan with thick gauze in front of him, they can't help wondering. Although the spiritual sense can detect everything around him, and can detect the aura of some things, it can't be detailed to the point of making tea. There must be something wrong with it. In other words, has Zhang Fan mastered some other skills?

"What's impossible about that?" Zhang Fan laughed, a little bit to make a few people's reaction, and continued: "it's just making tea. It's very simple. What's wrong with it? I think you seem a little strange today. What's the matter? "

Zhang Fan's heart is more or less curious. Why do these people react so much when they see themselves today? What's the matter?

Dao Lang's doubts are the biggest. He shakes his fingers in front of Zhang Fan and asks Zhang Fan, "brother, can you tell me what it is?"

"Three, don't you even know three?" Zhang Fan is a little sad, helpless in front of Dao Lang said.

After hearing this, everyone's eyes were shocked. In their eyes, Zhang Fan could see, or he didn't even need to see with his eyes. How did he do it?"Brother, can you really see it?" With a look of surprise on his face, Dao Lang tentatively asked Zhang Fan, shocked in his heart.

Zhang Fan didn't quite understand what Dao Lang meant, so he nodded and said to him, "yes, I can see it. It's normal. Do you have any questions?"

As if all the people in front of him pointed to a cup.

Zhang Fan was more or less curious. He looked down at his teacup. His face was reflected in the tea, but

When Zhang Fan continued to look, he was shocked. He didn't understand what happened to the gauze in front of him? I can see things clearly. Why is there a gauze in front of me? But this gauze has no blocking effect on my vision?

Then he looked up at the people in front of him, especially the surprised look on their faces. Zhang Fan knew that what they were shocked by was this matter. However, what's the matter with all this?

"This..." Zhang Fan a Leng, for a moment also don't know how to explain, why there is such a situation.

Will be in front of the gauze removed two, Zhang Fan slightly opened his eyes, at this time, Zhang Fan's eyes become bright. These eyes seem to have the ability to penetrate everything in the world.