Zhu Zhengqi was also looking at Yang Fan seriously.
This young man, who seemed to have no other characteristics except that he was a little good-looking, could not tell the difference at a glance.
He is obviously not very old, but his eyes are full of a different kind of melancholy and vicissitudes of life. He actually looks like an old man compared to an old man like him who is happily a hundred years old.
It felt like an old monster that had lived for hundreds of years put on a young skin, which made people feel a little scared.
Also, the aura on his body was vague, and he stood there extremely relaxed and natural, as if he had been integrated into the surrounding environment, impeccable.
"Young man, I see that your breathing is long and restrained, and there are occasional flashes of divine light in your eyes. Could it be that you are also an innate-level warrior?"
Zhu Zhengqi asked Yang Fan with some uncertainty.
All the characteristics of Yang Fan are very consistent with the external performance of an innate strong man who is one with nature and man. Zhu Zhengqi's feeling also tells him that this is a martial arts innate like him.
But looking at Yang Fan's age, he is only in his mid-twenties. Even if he started practicing martial arts at the age of three, he would never have achieved such a high level of achievement in just twenty years or so.
That's why Zhu Zhengqi asked this question because he couldn't believe that someone could really become a genius at the age of more than 20.
If this is the case, wouldn't it mean that these warriors who only achieved innate talent at the age of forty, fifty or even eighty or ninety have all lived like dogs in these years
"innate?"
Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that in some of Zhu Huanan's memory fragments, there were indeed some records about the innate realm. That was another name used by Chinese warriors for the mortal realm before the recovery of spiritual power.
Only those warriors with extremely high talents and extreme martial arts training can have the opportunity to aspire to the innate realm. Such warriors are extremely rare, and many times it is lucky to have one innate among warriors of the same generation.
In an era when spiritual power was extremely thin and there was no spiritual power at all, these people could rely on their own inner strength and spend decades of effort. Once they faded away, their martial arts talents were definitely among the millions None.
Such a person, if placed in the Western Chu City period, in the end of the world when the concentration of spiritual power is extremely strong, would definitely be a powerful existence that can surpass the master level!
"I can barely be regarded as a half-innate warrior." Yang Fan nodded and said modestly: "After all, compared with those true innate-level martial arts seniors, my Taoist skills are still far behind. It's just a coincidence that I managed to make it. I am really ashamed of my innate threshold.”
In the eyes of the innate warriors of this era, the innates at the third level of martial arts should be the weakest and lowest innates, right
"A trick?" Zhu Zhengqi's mind suddenly moved and he asked earnestly: "Is it because of those spiritual fruits you and Caiwei discovered yesterday? I heard Caiwei said that you actually ate three of them in a row, right?"
As he asked this, Zhu Zhengqi was almost certain in his heart that Yang Fan's innate realm must have been built up by the three cherry tomatoes. Otherwise, there would never be anyone in his twenties in this world. The innate warrior appears.
Having personally experienced the shocking energy contained in the spirit fruit, Zhu Zhengqi had no doubt about it.
This is definitely a great opportunity!
It's a pity that a large part of it was given to the young man in front of me at a cheap price.
Yang Fan didn't explain too much, just nodded slightly to express his approval. This was a good explanation and could save him a lot of words.
"Do you still have that spiritual fruit?"
A trace of greed flashed in Zhu Zhengqi's eyes. No one could maintain a normal mind when facing such a treasure.
Yang Fan shook his head slightly: "No more for now."
"However," Yang Fan changed the subject, Zhu Zhengqi's eyes couldn't help but become eager again: "The cherry tomato tree is still there. Maybe after a while, new fruits will be born."
"Moreover, there is not only one mutated and awakened demon plant in the world. If Mr. Zhu is interested, he might as well look for it elsewhere. Maybe there will be some unexpected gains."
Zhu Zhengqi took a deep breath, and the greed in his eyes gradually disappeared. Yang Fan was right. There was more than just the cherry tomato tree in Dongcheng in this world. There was no need for him to hang himself from a tree.
With the Zhu family's human and financial resources, it is not a problem at all to obtain the ownership rights of these mutant spiritual plants in a short period of time.
"Hahaha, thank you little brother for reminding me. Zhu has taken note of this favor."
Zhu Zhengqi solemnly hugged Yang Fan, which was a unique etiquette among warriors. "Also, Zhu will also remember the little brother's gift of fruit last night. If the little brother encounters any difficulties in the future, you can Come directly to me.”
"Mr. Zhu, you're welcome. That cherry tomato belongs to Miss Zhu. How you want to use it is your own business. I don't dare to take credit."
Yang Fan smiled and shook his head slightly, not taking Zhu Zhengqi's promise seriously.
In the last days, the most unbelievable thing is the promise, and the most unpredictable thing is the human heart.
After all, not all human beings are those who are upright and unafraid of death. There are also traitors who choose to join the demon clan and stab their own compatriots behind their backs. There are also many ruthless bandits who only care about themselves and don't care about the lives of others.
Yang Fan's heart was clear. The way Zhu Zhengqi looked at him just now was a bit abnormal, especially when he mentioned the spiritual fruit, the greed in his eyes flashed across his eyes. God knows if he would repay kindness and want to kill people and seize the treasure
Yang Fanke would never place his own safety on the kindness and compassion of others.
He deliberately gave Zhu Zhengqi information about the cherry tomato tree and other demonic plants in order to eliminate Zhu Zhengqi's covetousness towards him. Now it seems that the effect is not bad.
On the one hand, he has an innate warrior whose strength is probably not inferior to him, and on the other hand, he has an ownerless demon plant that can be easily obtained. As long as Zhu Zhengqi is not stupid, he will know what kind of choice is most beneficial to him.
At the moment, Yang Fan doesn't want to cause trouble. Before the end of the world comes, his most urgent need is to quickly improve his strength.
Of course, if Zhu Zhengqi is really short-sighted and insists on getting into trouble with him, Yang Fan doesn't mind teaching him a profound lesson. Even if he is the biological grandfather of South China Grandmaster, he still cannot be spoiled.
Zhu Zhengqi said: "You're welcome, little brother. Caiwei has already told me the ins and outs of the matter in detail. If it hadn't been for my brother's heroic action, Caiwei might have suffered from something unexpected. In any case, this is all my fault. The kindness of our family must never be forgotten.”
Zhu Zhengqi spoke very enthusiastically, with a heroic spirit that could help Yang Fan, but there was no concrete expression in his actions.
Yang Fan expressed his disappointment.
Just being grateful is useless. If you are really sincere, wouldn't it be better to just cash it out
It's a pity that he is still a shameless person after all, so I can only think about these words in my heart.
The crisis in the villa was temporarily relieved. Zhu Zhengqi notified the helicopter to land, and Zhu Caiwei and Zhu Huawu came to the living room one after another.
As soon as she came in, Zhu Caiwei trotted towards Yang Guo, hugged the little girl in her arms, and said excitedly: "Guo Guo, I was really scared to death, sister. I'm so glad you're okay!"
When Yang Guo saw an acquaintance, he hugged Zhu Caiwei affectionately, "Sister Caiwei, don't worry, I'm fine. Don't you think I'm fine now?"
Zhu Caiwei suddenly let go of Yang Guo and circled her twice to make sure that she was indeed not injured at all. Only then did she really feel at ease. She took her little hand and sat down next to her. She asked in a serious voice: "Hurry up, sister." Tell me, what happened, and why didn’t you answer my calls before?”
Yang Guo's smart watch was still on her wrist, and there seemed to be no problem.
Hearing Zhu Caiwei's question, Yang Guo raised his right hand and took a look. He found that there were indeed two missed calls on his watch. He scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Maybe it was because I was too scared at the time and didn't notice it at all." Vibration from the wristband.”
"Sister Caiwei, you don't even know what a terrible thing happened in our family today!"
Yang Guo said with lingering fear: "First, your little turtle suddenly grew up and learned to walk on two feet. It walked very fast. It was so scary!"
"Then my Fatty suddenly went crazy and pounced on your little turtle in one bite. After that, Fatty began to get bigger and bigger, and finally grew taller than me. I grinned and wanted to pounce on me and bite me!"
"When I got scared, I squatted on the ground and screamed. Then brother Yang Fan arrived. He beat Feifei to death and saved me."
When Zhu Caiwei heard this, she couldn't help but cast her eyes towards Yang Fan, with gratitude in her eyes: "Yang Fan, thank you, thank you for being here today!"
Yang Fan shrugged and said: "You're welcome, this is my scope of responsibility. But actually that fat cat... forget it, let's not talk about it."
Yang Fan originally wanted to explain the cause of the fat cat's death, but finally gave up. If Yang Guo knew that she actually killed the cat, she would probably scream in fear again.
Not everyone can resist the lethality of this elementary school student.
"You don't have to say anything, I understand!"
Zhu Caiwei nodded vigorously at Yang Fan and said, "I wrongly blamed you at the police station. You are right. It turns out that those pets may turn into man-eating monsters and bite back their owners!"
"The funny thing is that I was still laughing at you for having persecution delusions in my mind. Now it seems that the really ridiculous person is me!"
The facts were before her eyes, and Zhu Caiwei couldn't help but not believe it, especially when she saw the nearly three-meter-tall giant black Tibetan mastiff that suddenly stood up from the sofa behind Yang Fan, she was so frightened that she almost wanted to pee.
She knew this dog.
He is the bodyguard Artest's pet, and his name is "Black Lion".
(End of chapter)