C89 Hurt Each Other the Master and the Disciple Are Undesirable!

"Freak!" After fighting with the fox demon, your cultivation seems to have gotten stronger? " Taoist Simu was a bit confused.

Ye Fann said with a smile, "You must be jealous, right? Unfortunately, no matter how much I admire you, I can't learn it. "

"I f * cking …" Taoist Simu was almost choked to the point of spitting out a mouthful of blood.

On the second day, the two of them brought the nine Walking Zombie to a plain land between the mountain ranges.

Here, the mountains were clear and the water beautiful, the air fresh.

In the middle of the plains were two wooden houses, surrounded by orchards and vegetable gardens.

"That is my Dao Manor." Taoist Simu pointed to the other side.

Ye Fann looked at this scene and found that it was exactly the same as the one in the movie. In the middle of a mountain, in the middle of a river, there was a wooden house.

"Good place!" Ye Fann couldn't help but praise him.

The spiritual energy here was indeed very dense, at least much richer than in other places. If he cultivated here for a long time, the effect would definitely be great!

Unfortunately, Ye Fann would not choose this kind of place. His cultivation mainly relied on the System, not the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth.

Even if one had a talent that was a hundred times stronger, they could still level up as long as they had Merit Point. Why did they have to train so hard for the system to help them? What's the point of eating too much?

Ye Fann despised those guys who relied on their golden fingers the most but said that he relied on his talent the most.

Will you die if you don't act cool?

Without my golden fingers, I might even be a diaosi stuck in a ravine. Useless trash, why not cultivate by yourself? Dream on!

Ye Fann was very enlightened, so he decided to keep it to himself.

When he was in a good mood, he would use a hundred times his natural talent to cultivate!

It had to be said, after the system had upgraded, Ye Fann had become lazy!

"That's right!" Taoist Simu looked up proudly, "Why don't you see who chose this Feng Shui treasure? Why don't you stay here with me and be my disciple?"

"Ha ha!"

Ye Fann smiled without a word and threw Taoist Simu a clean eye.

Taoist Simu was unhappy and didn't say anything. He was actually looked down on by this little guy.

There were two wooden houses, a small yard, a yard with chickens, ducks, geese, and wild boars. Although it was very comfortable living in this kind of place, it was a pity that Ye Fann would never choose this place in his life.

"Jia Le!" "Jia Le!"

After returning to the training hall, Taoist Simu started to become wild. He took off his training robe very casually and threw it on the ground. If it was Yi Villiage, he would definitely be tricked by Ninth Uncle.

Knocking hard on the door, Taoist Simu shouted a few times, but got no response.

"Shua!"

With a snap of his hands, the white paper on the door was punctured. He reached out and pulled the lock, opening the door for himself.

Taoist Simu's rudeness made Ye Fann break out in a cold sweat. Was it really necessary for such a door to exist?

Other than blocking the wind, it probably wouldn't have any other uses, right?

It wasn't just the door, even the windows were this strange style.

"Stinking brat, I told you to watch the door. Dream on!"

When he opened the door, he saw his disciple, Jia Le, sleeping soundly on his stomach. Taoist Simu felt very embarrassed that Ye Feng did not hear his voice.

Ye Fann's mouth twitched as he looked at Jia Le and beat him up with a wooden stick.

Maybe it was because of Ye Fann, during this period of time, there weren't any movies about him teasing his disciple, and in the end, he was beaten up violently by the Walking Zombie.

"Which little thief dares to sneak attack your grandpa?!"

Jia Le was in the middle of having a beautiful dream when he was suddenly met with hope. He subconsciously jumped up and punched out, but did not forget to scream.

"Damn, this kid is done for!"

Ye Fann took two steps back in order to avoid being caught in the crossfire. This pair of Master and disciple were indeed vicious. One held a stick, while the other punched and kicked the other's face and face.