Ghost Swordsman in Marvel World

Going up to the second floor, what appeared in front of Zhang Fan was a completely different scene from the first floor.

Entering the second floor is a small room with an Eight Immortals table in it, with a long bench on each side, carved with dragons and phoenixes, all made of the finest small-leaf rosewood.On the Eight Immortals table, there is a set of exquisite tea sets with four small tea cups.There are two antique shelves placed against the wall. There are some square wooden boxes stored on the shelves. The wooden boxes are not stained with a trace of dust. They are obviously old, but they are still as clean as new. At a glance, they can be seen. I know someone cleans it frequently.

"I never expected that I could meet fellow Taoists in a place like this. It's such a blessing in life."

Zhang Fan was still observing, when an old man opened the curtain behind and walked out with a big smile.His gray hair was taken care of meticulously, and his eyes were as bright as lightning, without any signs of fatigue.The old man was wearing a sky-blue tunic suit. It didn't feel empty at all like an ordinary old man would when wearing it. On the contrary, it felt bulging.Under his feet is a pair of black cloth shoes, walking like a dragon and a tiger, and walking like a tiger and a tiger with wind. The momentum alone makes people feel that it is not simple.

In Zhang Fan's perception of fluctuations, this old man was even more powerful. He was like a furnace, making people feel hot and uncomfortable just by standing there.

Suppressing the restlessness of the blood in his body, Zhang Fan asked doubtfully, "Who is this?"

"Old Zhang Qingsong, a side branch of the Dragon and Tiger Gate. Because of his martial arts, his qi and blood cannot be restrained. I hope you don't blame me." The old man named Zhang Qingsong sat on the stool with a golden sword and simply apologized. Then he made a gesture of invitation, gesturing for Zhang Fan to sit down.

"What kind of tea do you like to drink?" Zhang Qingsong picked up the teapot.

"It's all right."

"Then it's Tieguanyin, Xiaolian, go and take out the Tieguanyin in No. 13 from my study."

"Thirteen squares?"

Xiaolian was stunned for a moment. They had a lot of good tea here, but the best one was the Tieguanyin from Zhang Qingsong's personal collection.His treasure is so special that he usually hides it in No. 13 of the study room and doesn't let anyone see it. Even the old ghost Qi from East Street will only bring some tea foam to make it at most. But now, Because a guy as big as him took it out?She couldn't understand.

"What are you doing standing still? Go quickly!" Zhang Qingsong roared, and Xiaolian hurried in.

"My granddaughter is good at everything, but her reaction is a little slow." Zhang Qingsong said with a smile.

"No, no," Zhang Fan shook his head.

"I wonder where my little friend learned from me?" Zhang Qingsong started the topic again.

"My master's name is GSD."

"GSD? Who is this?" Zhang Qingsong was a little confused. Judging from his name, he seemed to be a foreigner, but how could a foreigner teach such a powerful Chinese?It shouldn’t be!

Moreover, this body of almost boiling blood clearly shows that he has practiced kung fu to the extreme, but the breath is still flowing in his body, perfectly rounded, without any lag.Cultivation both internally and externally is to cultivate both internally and externally to the level of Dacheng.Are you saying that such a guy was taught by a foreigner?He wouldn't believe it even if I beat him to death.

"My master is a blind old man. You probably haven't heard of him."

"Then he must be some hidden land god."

Zhang Qingsong sighed. He had stayed in this foreign land for too long. He thought he could make it back to China with this divine kung fu that had reached the Jin state. Unexpectedly, he just met a young man whose kung fu was no weaker than He, how strong is his master?Or how strong is his master's generation?Thinking of this, Zhang Qingsong's expression darkened, and he seemed to have aged several years instantly.

Fortunately, Zhang Qingsong is not the kind of young man who is overly aggressive, and he recovered after a while. At this time, Xiaolian also took out the tea leaves.

"Come on, come on, little friend, try my treasured Tieguanyin." Zhang Qingsong took the tea handed over by Xiaolian and poured a cup for Zhang Fan after a while.

Zhang Fan took it and took a sip first. He found that he felt nothing, so he took another sip.Then the next second his whole face twisted into a ball, not because the tea was too hot, but because it was too bitter. Zhang Fan didn't feel the so-called sweetness of good tea at all. Apart from the bitterness, there was still bitterness.

Zhang Fan was still struggling.The two people on the side were almost stunned. This was the first time they had seen them drinking tea like this.

Generally, tea leaves can be brewed once or twice and still retain a lingering flavor, while good tea leaves can be brewed five to six times.And there is no problem in drinking the best tea like the one he collected for an entire afternoon.And what about Zhang Fan?Just finish it in one bite!Zhang Qingsong said that his brain was a little painful for such behavior.

In order to prevent the remaining tea leaves from being wasted by Zhang Fan, Zhang Qingsong quickly changed the subject, "What are you doing here, little friend?"

After saying that, Zhang Qingsong winked at Xiaolian wildly and motioned for her to take back the remaining tea leaves.Xiaolian turned her head and pretended not to see it. Zhang Qingsong was so angry that he almost crushed the cup.

"There is something above here, do you know it?" Zhang Fan pointed to the top of his head without touching the tea.

"Thing, are you talking about it?" After Zhang Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief, his expression became serious.

"When you cast spells, will you be monitored by this thing?" Zhang Fan asked.

"It seems that the little friend is not only capable of internal and external training," Zhang Qingsong said, and then continued, "This thing seems to be cast by a certain powerful person and can detect traces of spells to a certain extent. In addition, it seems that there are other role."

"So it will be monitored?" Zhang Fan was a little disappointed.I originally thought that by meeting a more talented fellow, I could take the opportunity to solve the surveillance problem of the Magic Network, but it still didn't work.

"My little friend, do you have some powerful spells ready to be cast?" Zhang Qingsong became interested. Although he is a branch of the Dragon Tiger Sect, he is only proficient in magic spells such as divine fighting. As for other spells, such as calling the wind and calling the rain. , gathering clouds, moving mountains, running talismans and the like are not very proficient.So when he saw that Zhang Fan seemed to be able to cast large-scale spells, he was inevitably a little excited. After all, he had never seen such a thing before.

"It's nothing, there are just some things that I don't want that person to know." Zhang Fan shook his head.

The magic net is always a shackle on the top of his head. The opponent only strengthens the sensitivity of the magic net near him, which makes him unable to even output a large amount of power in the ghost step.This is still the case now, it’s just a little inconvenient, but what about in the future?Saya of Frost, Rakshasa of Plague, Carlo of Dark Flame, the seventh ghost and god - Evil God Biraxiu, and even the priest Jig behind.Doesn't that thing greatly improve the strength?Should we give them up just because of this thing?

What's more, Zhang Fan still has some bold ideas that he wants to implement on ghosts and gods.