But now not only him, but also Qi Weifang and his son have set their sights on the bracelet in Ye Chuzhi's hand!
So in desperation, he could only hand the string to Ye Chuzhi with a dry smile.
Ye Chuzhi didn't pay attention to Zhang Yun's little thoughts. After taking the bracelet, he put it directly on his wrist.
At this time, Qi Ziyu came over with a shy face and said with a smile: "Master Ye, um... do you still have the scraps left over from making the bracelets before?"
Hearing what he said, Ye Chuzhi was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this guy probably saw the magical function of the bracelet, so he wanted to get one as a talisman, so he couldn't help but shake his head in a funny way. shook his head.
Qiao Yu on the side rolled his eyes and couldn't help complaining: "Okay, you little fat guy, stop thinking around here, the real value is not the bracelet, the real value is the production. What a shame! Otherwise, why do you think that Phoenix Blood Peach Wood is still placed on the table as an ordinary pen holder after so many years?"
When he said this, not to mention Qi Ziyu, even Qi Weifang was a little tempted.
He even ignored his image and looked at Ye Chuzhi and said: "Master Ye, do you think you can give us something to save our lives in this situation?"
Seeing the frightened and frightened expressions of the father and son, Ye Chuzhi was a little amused: "The leaves I gave you before are enough, don't worry, besides, I'm still here for something, I can definitely protect you!" What's more, amulets cannot be mastered overnight. Even if you ask me for it now, I can't get it out! You'd better solve the problems on the construction site quickly!"
fraud! lie!
Qi Ziyu complained silently in his heart -
It only took a few hours from making this bracelet to taking shape!
With so much power in just a few hours, how can it be considered difficult to form
However, he also knew in his heart that the most important issue now was the evil spirit on the construction site, so he shut his mouth and stood aside silently, but his feet quietly moved a lot in the direction of Ye Chuzhi.
Zhang Yun over there also changed his arrogant look at this time.
After he was safe, he looked as if something tragic had happened. The expression on his face was grief-stricken, and he kept muttering "My peach wood sword, the treasure my master left me, that's it." It’s ruined, how can I be worthy of his old man..."
Cheng Yan was fine before, but now that he has opened his eyes, he can naturally see that the so-called Master Zhang Yun actually doesn't have much ability. The reason why he is able to escape every time he catches ghosts depends on That magic weapon, the mahogany sword!
Now that the Taomu Sword was destroyed, it was no wonder that he felt so distressed.
In fact, although Cheng Yan looks gentle, he is actually a very disciplined person.
He saw that Zhang Yun was tit for tat with Ye Chuzhi from the beginning, and even deliberately targeted this young junior. After being rescued, he first coveted his bracelet and refused to return it, and later beat his chest and chanted about his own Magic weapon, for fear that he would no longer be able to make a living with it in the future, so he couldn't help but get angry.
So he looked at Zhang Yun sideways and said: "Master Zhang, don't feel too distressed. As the saying goes, everything has a cause and effect. In fact, losing the magic weapon may be a good thing for you."
Zhang Yun was feeling distressed at this time. Seeing Cheng Yan speaking so rudely, he forgot his previous fear and looked at him angrily: "Director Cheng, I have always respected your identity and I am very polite to you, but you What do you mean by saying that? What does it mean to be a good thing for me? We are all practitioners, do you mean to ridicule me like this?"
A practicing person
Cheng Yan shook his head and sighed.
He pointedly exposed Zhang Yun's true face in front of the Qi family and his son: "Master Zhang. I have been practicing with the master in the mountains for more than 20 years since I was a child. Until now, I can only say that I have one foot in the world." The threshold of cultivation, but what about you? The spiritual energy in your body is weaker than that of my disciples who have practiced for less than half a year. How dare you say that you are a practitioner?"
"I'll tell you the truth now. You don't have much ability at all. The reason why you have been able to successfully help others solve problems in these years is just because of the so-called precious peach wood sword left by your master. Look at We all got to know each other, and although you are usually arrogant, you have never done anything evil. Let me advise you, sometimes it is a blessing in disguise. For you, losing the peach wood sword, stay away from this place from now on. Okay, otherwise your temper will lead to death sooner or later."
When he said this, Qi Ziyu and his son also vaguely heard it. It turned out that the so-called Master Zhang Yun actually didn't have much ability himself.
The reason why he has been able to become famous in the h market over the years is basically because of the sword left by his master. When he thought that he had been deceived by this liar, Qi Weifang respectfully brought his son to visit him every year to pay New Year greetings. He felt that his face was burning hot, and he couldn't help but glared at Zhang Yun fiercely.
Zhang Yun has lost his status as a master and is actually just a commoner with a little money. Naturally, he cannot compare with a business giant like Qi Weifang.
So when he saw the other party glaring at him, he immediately trembled in fright.
He pretended to sigh and said: "Okay, since something like this happened today and my peach wood sword was broken, it only means that my skills are inferior to others and I can't solve the things here. Then I will say goodbye. We are destined." Goodbye!"
After finishing speaking, he bowed his hands to several people, then flicked his sleeves, turned around and left directly.
Seeing him running away like a dog was chasing him, Cheng Yan couldn't help frowning and shaking his head -
People like Zhang Yun are simply the scum of his cultivation world, and they are really not worthy of being with him.
Qi Ziyu, on the other hand, looked at his back angrily: "Dad, are you just going to let him go like this?"
"if not?"
Qi Weifang looked at his son and sighed: "Do you still want to beat him?"