C15 Wandering Warlock

"Bandits!" Mu Linger called out.

"Bandits?" "It seems that someone is telling a fortune." At this time, Little Fatty finally finished eating the two steamed buns. Her round eyes looked forward, only to see a group of people moving, and above the dozens of people, there was a piece of white cloth swaying in the wind.

"Is the bandit telling his fortune?" Fang Yi was suspicious, weren't bandits robbing houses? When did you start learning from the common folk to find the fortune-teller?

"Is it really a bandit?!" "Then let's go back to Sanlang first. We'll come back when they're gone." When the Little Fatty heard Fang Yi say that it was a bandit, his entire body shivered and he anxiously pulled on Fang Yi's sleeves, saying with a face full of nervousness.

"You won't?" "We are cultivators, why should we be afraid of those bandits?" Mu Linger looked at Little Fatty with disdain.

"Who said I'm scared? I just don't want to hurt mortals. No matter how repulsive bandits are, they're still mortals. As cultivators, how can we hurt mortals like this?" Little Fatty hurriedly said. However, his round eyes were twinkling, obviously, his words were not from the bottom of his heart.

"Hmph, he died without any guts." Mu Linger snorted.

"Let's not talk anymore. Let's go up and take a look. If it really is a bandit, let's give that fortune-teller a hand." After Fang Yi finished speaking, he walked forward.

"Let's go, coward." Mu Linger looked at Little Fatty in disdain and quickly followed Fang Yi.

"Hey, wait for me …" Little Fatty shook his fat body and chased after the two.

… …

"My lords, I have nothing but this white cloth and a few old fortune-telling books. Why don't you let this old man go?" An old man with completely white hair and wearing a Daoist robe, who looked like a sage, begged the strong man around him to destroy his immortal appearance.

However, the bandits around him ignored him and continued to glare at the old man.

"Boss, someone is coming." A bandit inadvertently turned his head, but he could vaguely see three people walking over.

"Like I said, how could I be unlucky? I only met this fated old fogey who didn't even have a penny. He's actually behind the big fish, haha …"

The man known as the Great Master held a huge axe in his hand. He was bare-chested and his entire body was over seven feet tall. He laughed out loud as he turned around and looked forward.

When he turned around, he immediately attracted the attention of the rest of the bandits. Everyone looked towards the direction the Great Master had turned to.

The old man also squinted his eyes a little, following the bandit's gaze, when he saw the three of them, his muddy old eyes lit up, after that, his body trembled, as though he had discovered something, and he stared straight at Fang Yi.

However, at this time, all of the bandits had already shifted their attention to Fang Yi and the other two, and did not notice the old man's abnormality.

"Huh?" "Motherf * cker, why are there three little fellows who haven't even grown all their fur?" The Great Master cursed angrily. It was clear that he had encountered a bad old man who was telling his fortune. He had also encountered a little kid who had yet to dry from the smell of milk. This caused him to be furious in his heart.

"Were the three children stupid?" "He actually came to us in a daze when he saw us. Are you not afraid of death?" A petite bandit asked doubtfully.

"F * ck, catch all of them and use them as laborers for laozi." The Great Master shouted in anger and beckoned his subordinates to capture the three people beside him.

"Here they come, let's run, otherwise …" Seeing three tall bandits walk over, Little Fatty immediately shook his fat body and followed closely behind Fang Yi, his face full of anxiety.

"Hmph, useless fellow." Mu Linger said in disdain.

"You three little fellows, obediently follow me. Otherwise, hmph …" Three bandits walked to the front of Fang Yi and the rest, one of them, a black faced man with a blade on his shoulder stepped forward, and said fiercely.

"All of you, scram! Otherwise, die!" An ice-cold voice came out of Fang Yi's mouth.

"You …." Immortal … "Immortal?!" Just as he was about to teach this brat in front of him who did not know his limits a lesson, he saw a fist-sized fireball appear out of thin air, floating in midair as Fang Yi raised his right hand, as his eyes revealed a look of fear, and said while trembling.

Although cultivators normally wouldn't casually use spells in front of mortals, that didn't mean that mortals didn't know about the existence of immortals. When they saw the fireball, they immediately thought of immortals.

Not far away, all the bandits were stunned. Some of them even lost their grip on their weapons and fell to the ground with a clang.

"That's right, we are Immortals. Hurry up and get the hell out of here. Could it be that you want to try this immortal's magic?" Seeing that the three in front of him had terrified looks on their faces, Little Fatty ran to the front proudly and shouted while waving his fat little hands. Compared to his previous cowardly state, he looked like he was the boss.

"Humph, this guy is just like a fox trying to show off." Mu Linger snorted softly.

"Run!"

It was unknown who shouted first, but in an instant, all the bandits became a mess and ran off into the distance. The funniest thing was the seven feet tall Great Master. When he heard his subordinate shout 'immortal', he was so frightened that the giant axe in his hand fell to the ground. He immediately abandoned his subordinates and was the first to run away.

"A bunch of useless bastards." Mu Linger muttered as she looked discontentedly at the bandit who had managed to escape after a short while.

"The old man thanks the three deities for their help." Seeing that the group of bandits had already left, the fortune-teller walked over and spoke to the three of them.

"The old gentleman is too polite. The three of us just happened to meet each other." Fang Yi laughed, his fingers formed a seal, and extinguished the fireball.

"Have we met this Immortal Elder before?" "When the old man saw you, he had the same feeling." After the fortune-telling old man finished speaking, he squinted his eyes and stared at Fang Yi.

"You must be joking, sir. I have been staying in the mountains with you until recently. How could I have met you?" Fang Yi shook his head, thinking that the fortune-telling elder had mistaken him for someone else.

"I said, fortune-teller, you're not trying to cheat me, are you?" "We are immortals, be careful not to get beaten up!" Little Fatty suddenly scuttled out, waving his fat little hands in front of the old man, he pretended to be angry.

"How dare I, old man?" "Why don't I do the math for you for free?" The old man thought and said to Fang Yi.

"Well, you do." "If your calculations are wrong, you better be careful and find a fight!" Without waiting for Fang Yi to speak, the Little Fatty immediately replied.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, sir." Seeing that the old man had already picked up his own palm and was carefully looking at it, Fang Yi did not continue to push him away.