"Shanzi, what did you call us just now?"
The thin-faced disciple thought he heard wrongly, tilted his head and asked Meng Fan.
"Trash," Meng Fan said with a smile, "If you don't believe it, why don't you take a pee and take a look at yourself to see if you look like trash?"
"Fuck type" The two guarding disciples heard clearly this time and were immediately furious.
The thin-faced man reached out first to grab Meng Fan's clothes and cursed angrily, "You idiot, you've got your head wet.
You thought you were accompanying Junior Sister Su on the next trip."
Shan, you are no longer you, I will kill you now.”
The smile on Meng Fan's face did not change.
When the disciple's hand reached his chest, he turned slightly to suppress his cultivation at the eighth level of condensation.
He slapped the disciple on the face.
He only heard "Ouch" With a scream, the disciple's head swung in an exaggerated arc, his figure flipped messily in the air, fell far away, and became motionless.
"Silly, how dare you hit someone?"
The obese disciple was stunned when he saw this scene.
In the past, when they bullied Shan Zi, Shan Zi would not dare to fight back.
Why is he so domineering today?
Could it be that he really felt that just walking down the mountain with Junior Sister Su made him feel a little inflated?
"You're stupid!"
Meng Fan took a step forward, raised his leg and kicked the fat disciple's knee.
The disciple knelt on the ground with a thud.
When he raised his face to look at Meng Fan, he had a look of disbelief on his face, but he didn't look at it yet.
After a second, Meng Fan raised his hand again and slapped him on the face with a "slap" sound.
Red marks on his five fingers suddenly appeared on his plump face.
"Remember, my name is Meng Xiaoshan."
Meng Fan held the Earth Spirit Pig in one hand and put his hand on the disciple's head.
"From now on, call me Brother Shan.
If you don't obey, I will beat you up at any time."
"Brother, you are paralyzed."
The fat disciple was pressed on the head by Meng Fan, clenching his fists, "Sicha, just wait, I will make you miserable right away.
Senior Brother Cai, Senior Brother Zhao, and Senior Brother Li will not let you go. yours” "Hey, you have a tough mouth."
Meng Fan kicked the disciple to the ground, put one foot on his chest, and said with a smile, "The senior brother Zhao you are talking about belongs to Zhao Anmin, right?
I can tell you that Zhao Anmin is dead, and Senior Brother Li should be dead too.
Senior Brother Cai, well, you can ask him to come to me."
As Meng Fan spoke, he exerted force on his feet and heard a few clicks.
Blood spurted out of the fat disciple's mouth.
His sternum must have been broken.
"Brother is in a good mood today and doesn't want to kill anyone, but if you continue to disobey me, I won't mind taking your life first."
Meng Fan's voice was calm, but it sounded a little scary to the fat disciple.
He had absolutely no intention of killing anyone.
I thought that Shanzi had become so tyrannical.
"Brother Shanshan," the fat disciple finally got scared, fearing that Meng Fan would be cruel again, so he shouted inaudibly.
"I didn't hear that."
Meng Fan chuckled.
"Brother Shan," the fat disciple shouted again.
"Very good."
Meng Fan nodded with satisfaction, "From now on, I will call you like this.
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I will call you every time I see you.
If you don't call me, I will see you once and beat you once until you die.
I understand."
"I understand."
The fat disciple swallowed a mouthful of blood and did not dare to look at Meng Fan again.
"Okay, now stand up and take me back to my residence.
I have made great contributions to the sect this time.
I want to have a good sleep."
Meng Fan kicked the fat disciple and looked up at the height.
On a mountain peak covered by clouds and mist, an old man in white robes sat cross-legged and looked towards him.
The old man murmured: "Is this trash going to turn over too?"
"Brother Shan, please come this way" The fat disciple covered his chest with one hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the other.
Enduring the pain of broken bones, he staggered away and walked away.
Meng Fan looked away and acted calmly.
In a towering pavilion diagonally facing the mountain gate, Su Pei supported Langgan.
When he saw the scene just now, the corner of his mouth raised: "Not bad, is this what you call a vigorous new life?"
Along the way, they met some disciples.
Those disciples were walking in a hurry and seemed to have important things to do.
When they saw the fat man leading Meng Fan forward in embarrassment, with expressions of confusion and shock, they slowed down their steps.
In the past, they slowed down. time, the two of them should change their positions.
What happened today?
The fat man thought of a new way to torture Shanzi.
"Wait a minute."
Meng Fan scolded the fat man, stopped, then glanced at the disciples who looked at him strangely, and asked the fat man with a smile, "What should you call me?
Say it again louder."
The fat disciple was in unbearable pain and wanted to rush Meng Fan to his residence.
He no longer cared about other people's eyes and shouted: "Brother Shan" The words spread far away, and the disciples were stunned.
Brother Shan The trash that everyone could bully in the past was actually called Brother Shan Has the world changed?
The fat man is still stupid Developing masochistic tendencies "Let's go."
Meng Fan was very satisfied with the performance of the disciples, kicked the fat disciple, and walked towards his residence with the pig in his arms.
"Hey, it's really fun."
One of the disciples, with a sinister face, grinned and said to a fair-faced young man next to him, "Cai Wei, your little brother is being bullied, don't care about him."
The young man named Cai Wei snorted coldly and walked away with a sullen face.
Su Pei tapped the railing gently with his slender white fingers: "This is a bit fun.
Let's see what you do next."
"Brother Shan, we're here."
When he reached a row of dilapidated bungalows, the fat disciple stopped and pointed at one of them and said, "It's nothing, so I'll go back first.
My body can't hold it any longer. " "Is this Shanzi's residence?"
Meng Fan narrowed his eyes.
There were dozens of bungalows in that row.
The walls looked like they were about to collapse.
According to Shanzi's cultivation level, how could he, at least an outer disciple, live in such a place?
Could it be that the living environment of the Yuxian Sect is not as good as the original Huyang Temple?
But looking at the magnificent buildings of Yuxian Sect, it will definitely not be like this.
"Fat man, do you think it's suitable for Brother Shan to live here?"
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Meng Fan asked the fat disciple.
"Uh."
The fat man was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Meng Fan meant.
He had been living here since that incident, but due to Meng Fan's overbearing attitude, he still said patiently, "Brother Shan, It is indeed inappropriate for you to live here as a handyman disciple."
"Haha."
Meng Fan hugged the earth spirit pig and walked towards his bungalow, whispering in his heart, "The residence of the handyman disciple is very good.
Xiaobai, let's rise from here."
"This mountain has become too weird."
The fat man glanced at Meng Fan's back and left in embarrassment.
When Meng Fan walked into the bungalow, he discovered that the house was not for one person, but there were three people inside.
One of them saw Meng Fan and raised his eyelids: "Shanzi, why don't you come back?"
Come over here and touch my feet":