Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly at Nan Xun's tone.
"I know this may sound a little embarrassing, but now there is only one way, doesn't Brother Meng want to make a name for himself? Brother Meng is willing to keep his name incognito for the rest of his life, living in such a miserable life? I know you have a great way in your heart, you shouldn't it's here."
Nan Xun: You know a woolen thread. The Master has never had the so-called Dao in his heart. He realizes his own way and walks his own way. Zhuo Bufan continued: "Master is a decent person, and now he is not as extreme as he used to be to monsters. His old man even accepted Xue'er, so why can't he accept an evil demon hunter who has never harmed anyone? The ghost king was killed by Brother Meng with me. Based on this merit alone, Master is willing to believe in Brother Meng. Master, his old man is highly respected and respected. If he rectifies Brother Meng's name, I think other sects will definitely not embarrass Brother Meng again. "
Nan Xun turned the teacup in his hand, and said lightly, "We appreciate your kindness. Brother Zhuo, please come back."
Qi Yunzi didn't give away favors in vain. He was willing to believe that Meng Ziyi was a great surprise to Nan Xun. As for letting them go to Wushan on their own initiative, hehe, it's just a banquet at Hongmen, whoever goes is an idiot.
Zhuo Bufan sighed: "Well, if you change your mind, you can come to Wushan to find me at any time. Also, I can find this place, and others can also find it, you pay attention."
Zhuo Bufan's words became a prophecy, but everything came too far, he left for only half a day, and those people came to the door.
There are not many people here, about a dozen or 20, but each of them is an elder of the monster-hunting sect, and there are people from all sects. Master Jiang Mojiang, who was named by Meng Ziyi.
If Zhuo Bufan saw this scene, I wonder if he would find it funny.
"Xun Xun, you go first." Mencius said in a low voice.
Nan Xun shook his head: "I am with the master."
She stood side by side with Meng Ziyi, looked at the dozen or so old people, and laughed: "What is the ability of our husband and wife to let so many seniors visit? The room is small, so we don't invite the seniors to sit in the room."
"You're not my race, we can't afford this senior." The white-bearded old man Jiang Mo said coldly.
The smile on Nan Xun's face turned into a sneer, "Okay, it's my fault, then dare to ask a few old men what's wrong with visiting the humble house?"
"You! The little painting monster is so daring!" Someone behind him said angrily.
Master Jiang looked at Meng Ziyi for a long time, and said solemnly: "It's really an evil cultivator, I'm afraid there are no less than a hundred demon pills refined."
When the other monster hunters heard this, their expressions changed.
Many wicked demon hunters can refine their cultivation base by refining more than ten demon pills, but the more they go to the back, the easier it is to be eroded by the spirit remaining on the demon pill, and eventually become more and more bloodthirsty. The evil cultivator in front of him looks at At such a young age, he has already refined hundreds of demon pills
Isn't that strength against the sky!
"Old Jiang, such evil ways cannot be tolerated in the world. We must deal with him before he becomes stronger, otherwise, it will be difficult to kill him when he cultivates." One of the demon hunters said.
Others chimed in.
Nan Xun was furious when he heard the words, "A bunch of unreasonable old men, what kind of master did my husband do to harm the world, what qualifications do you have to take my husband's life?" Meng Ziyi rubbed her head and said warmly, "Xun Xun, retreat. back."