As he asked that question, Jin Changfeng felt as if an earthquake and tsunami were crashing inside him, and his pupils trembled uncontrollably.
He stared intently at Jiang Fan with disbelief, awaiting his next answer.
Jiang Fan naturally knew what the other person was thinking, and smirked, "None of your business."
"You—" Jin Changfeng gritted his teeth, wishing he could strangle Jiang Fan to death immediately, but the guess he had just made lingered in his mind.
The unease and anxiety intensified, especially when he saw the Spirit Weapon in Zhou Lingxing's hand.
Then I thought back to the times when Jiang Fan and Master Li spent time together.
"Could it be—could it be that you—you—you—"
After hesitating for a while, Jin Changfeng finally managed to express what was on his mind.
"You're Master Li's apprentice?!"
Before Jiang Fan could answer, Jin Kai's disdainful voice rang out.
"Grandpa, I think you're overthinking it. How could Jiang Fan possibly be Master Li's disciple? Him? Advanced Psychic? Ha! A 17-year-old Advanced Psychic? I've never even heard of such a thing. Not even the legendary Spirit Master in history had such talent and achievements. He's just a poor wretch from Fortress No. 31. I don't know what kind of incredible luck he had to encounter such a great opportunity to go from a piece of trash with only 19N Qi and Blood to what he is today. If he's Master Li's disciple, a 17-year-old Advanced Psychic, I'll eat the shit in every toilet in Fortress No. 1."
"Hiss------" Zhou Yanchen and Zhou Zhengjiao both gasped, their eyes filled with disgust as they looked at Jin Kai, as if Jin Kai had already swallowed the entire excrement of Fortress No. 1.
Jin Kai, who was standing nearby, naturally noticed the two men's gazes and immediately flew into a rage.
What kind of looks are those?
"Tsk tsk tsk--" The uncle and nephew clicked their tongues in perfect unison, then took a few steps back to the side.
This scene infuriated Jin Kai, turning his face purple with rage.
"Hmph! No matter what, I don't believe Jiang Fan is Master Li's disciple. As for that Spirit Weapon, I guess it was given to Master Li by Master Li disciple, and Jiang Fan shamelessly begged it from Master Li. Perhaps Master Li only temporarily entrusted the Spirit Weapon to him for safekeeping."
After listening to Jin Kai's analysis, Jin Changfeng nodded in agreement.
Although this analysis was full of flaws, as Jin Kai said, he simply couldn't believe that Jiang Fan was Master Li's disciple.
Having dispelled his previous suspicions, Jin Changfeng looked at Jiang Fan with no more reservations. Instead, his expression turned cold, and he sternly rebuked him:
" Jiang Fan, how dare you! Master Li only asked you to temporarily keep the Spirit Weapon Spirit Weapon safe, and you actually took it out without permission and handed it over to Old Ghost Zhou!"
"Like I said, it's none of your business," Jiang Fan said.
"You brat, one day I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"
Jin Changfeng was filled with murderous intent, his eyes were bloodshot and blazing with fire, he looked like he wanted to tear Jiang Fan to pieces!
Suddenly, a sword light flashing with lightning-purple light approached abruptly.
Jin Changfeng was so frightened that he quickly retreated several feet. He retreated very hastily and swiftly, but he was still grazed by the sword's edge, leaving a conspicuous, thin wound on his body from which bright red blood gushed out.
Seeing Zhou Lingxing standing opposite him, launching a sneak attack, Jin Changfeng was furious and roared.
"You shameless old devil Zhou, you actually dared to launch a sneak attack!"
Zhou Lingxing said with a smile, "It's clearly you who disrespected me, daring to get distracted while fighting me."
"You you--"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Lingxing thrust his sword at him again.
Come again!
"Old Zhou, have you completely lost all shame? Don't think I'm afraid of you!"
"Heh, if you're not afraid of me, then why are you running? Why don't you let me stab you a couple of times?"
"I'll stab your mother!"
"My mother has been dead for many years. If you really want to stab her, just stand still and let me send you down to meet her. Oh, by the way, my father is stronger than me and is down there too. He'll definitely beat you so badly that even your own mother won't recognize you."
"Zhou! Order! Execute!"
Jiang Fan looked at the two old men in the sky. One was holding a sword and aiming it specifically at his chrysanthemum, while the other was running backward, as if he had expected the other to aim at his chrysanthemum.
"Tsk tsk tsk--"
Who says older people are old-fashioned? Look how creative they are!
We young people are still too honest.
Thinking of this, he turned his gaze and looked at Jin Kai.
Jin Kai was staring blankly at the scene in the sky when he suddenly sensed danger approaching. He quickly took several steps back to the side, and when he stood still and met Jiang Fan's seemingly unreadable eyes, he was so frightened that he was scared out of his wits.
That line, "Don't come any closer--"
Before he could even shout it out, Jiang Fan had already flashed in front of him.
"Boom--"
He punched him right in the face.
"Aww--"
Jin Kai covered his face and howled miserably.
Upon hearing his beloved grandson's screams, Jin Changfeng flew into a rage.
" Jiang Fan! If you dare to lay a finger on my grandson again, I'll—"
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Fan interrupted him with a swift and decisive punch.
This punch broke Jin Kai's nose, causing blood to splatter everywhere.
Jiang Fan withdrew his fist and looked up at the sky.
"What will you do?"
"Aaaaah!" Jin Changfeng was so angry he wanted to tear Jiang Fan apart alive.
Just as he was about to rush down, determined to kill Jiang Fan at all costs, he suddenly felt a chill in his anus.
"Hiss--"
"Hiss----------------"
That blast of cold air felt like it sucked all the air out of the house.
His old face turned bright red and then purple from straining.
"Zhou! Ling! Xing!!! Is this your kind of thing?!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhou Lingxing drew his sword and thrust it forward again.
"Grass!!!!"
Jin Changfeng no longer cared about Jin Kai and turned to run towards Zhou Lingxing.
"Awoooooo--"
Below, Jiang Fan's fists continued to strike, and Jin Kai's screams of agony intensified.
" Brother Thigh, let me help you."
Zhou Yanchen and Zhou Zhengjiao spoke up almost simultaneously, came over at the same time, and started punching and kicking Jin Kai.
After an unknown amount of time, Jin Changfeng, carrying his grandson who was so swollen he was unrecognizable, left the Zhou Family in a disheveled state.
Zhou Lingxing, satisfied, approached Jiang Fan and handed him the sword.
Jiang Fan, however, showed no intention of taking it immediately, instead staring at the tip of the sword with a look of disgust.
There are also red and yellow ones on it...
"Hmm... uh... do you often use this Spirit Weapon for this kind of thing?"
As Jiang Fan asked this question, he was relieved that he had never wiped the sword clean.
"Well, this is, after all, the sword once carried by the Holy Lord of the Church of Justice. Aren't you afraid he'll find out if you're doing this with it?"
Zhou Lingxing waved his hand dismissively.
"What's wrong with that? I once lost a fight, and that sir lent me his sword. That's how I stabbed him in the chrysanthemum right there in front of him. He didn't say anything, he was quite generous, and even temporarily gave me the sword."