Spiritual Lord of the Heavens: My spiritual disciples are all over the world

Stimulated by Han Fei's words, Zhang Xiaofan's face turned pale, his lips trembled slightly, and uncontrollable anger flashed in his eyes. His fists were clenched, and his knuckles were slightly white from excessive exertion. The veins on his arms protruded like earthworms, as if they would burst at any time.

Zhang Xiaofan's chest heaved violently, and his breathing became rapid and heavy, as if every breath he took was filled with endless anger and pain. His eyes became blurred and dazed, as if he had lost his mind, leaving only instinctive anger and murderous intent.

However, deep in his heart, there was a voice that kept reminding him to stay calm. In Zhang Xiaofan's heart, there were two voices that were always echoing. For a while, he wanted to kill Han Fei and keep his own. The secret, I kept telling myself for a while, was that I couldn’t do this.

The repeated switching of emotions drove Zhang Xiaofan into a state of madness. He roared, fell to the ground holding his head in pain, and threw aside the soul-eating rod in his hand.

Zhang Xiaofan curled up on the ground and kept mumbling, "No, no, can't be like this! I beg you,"

As soon as Han Fei heard this, his face darkened immediately. What are you saying? What are you talking about? You can't do this, as if you are raping him.

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan fall to the ground, the three-eyed monkey screamed in pain. He stopped drinking and ran in front of Han Fei. He opened his arms to protect Zhang Xiaofan behind him and made a fierce gesture towards Han Fei. A fierce look.

Han Fei touched the three-eyed monkey's head and said with a smile: "You are a loyal protector of the Lord. Don't worry, he will be fine."

Glancing at Zhang Xiaofan, who was curled up on the ground and groaning in pain, Han Fei knew that he could no longer stimulate Zhang Xiaofan. If he stimulated him any more, the kid might really become possessed.

Sensing Han Fei's thoughts, the three-eyed monkey showed a puzzled expression, glanced at Zhang Xiaofan who was in pain, then looked at Han Fei in confusion, scratched his head, not understanding what happened.

Han Fei ignored him, picked up the soul-eating stick on the ground, walked to the boulder where the three-eyed monkey was lying just now, put the table and chairs in place, and lay down on the rocking chair. As his body rose and fell, The chair also made a squeaking sound. The low table next to the lounge chair is also filled with various fruits.

The three-eyed monkey immediately drooled when he saw it. He glanced at Zhang Xiaofan who was still fighting between heaven and man, hesitated for a moment, and immediately ran up to Han Fei, looking at Han Fei with a pair of big gray eyes. Fei, with a longing look on his face.

These fruits were placed on the table. Although the little monkey was naughty, he did not dare to reach out to take them. Of course, this little monkey could not be so well-behaved, but he was frightened by Han Fei. He knew that if he dared to reach out, a bolt of lightning would strike him down. , after doing this several times, the three-eyed monkey will naturally learn to behave.

Later, even if Han Fei took out something to lure the monkey, the three-eyed monkey did not dare to reach out to take it. This little guy was smart enough to know that force would not work, so he changed his tactics and started to please in various ways. He also understood Bring the things to Han Fei's place to exchange them.

Seeing that Han Fei ignored him, the three-eyed monkey tugged on Han Fei's Taoist robe, called out "Zhi Zhi" twice, and looked at Han Fei with an aggrieved face.

"Okay, okay, stop pretending to be pitiful, just take what you want!" Han Fei said angrily.

The three-eyed monkey squeaked happily a few more times, picked up the largest watermelon and ran to the side.

After the three-eyed monkey left, Han Fei observed the soul-eating rod. This rod was made from a combination of blood-eating beads and soul-eating rods. It was refined by Zhang Xiaofan with his blood and became the current soul-eating rod. Great.

Both the blood-devouring bead and the soul-stirring rod are very dangerous things. That means Zhang Xiaofan is still kind-hearted, otherwise he would have been eroded into the evil way.

The blood-devouring beads and soul-stirring rods are top-notch refining materials. Unfortunately, the refining methods in this world are a bit too low-grade. They only use superficial methods of warming, sacrificial refining, and communication. Among their divine weapons, Therefore, its powerful power depends on the extraordinary material of the magic weapon itself.

It was a bit of a waste to have such precious materials fall into their hands. Han Fei naturally looked down upon their weapon refining methods. Looking at the soul-eating rod in his hand, Han Fei thought about how to modify it. The stick was really ugly. After all, Zhang Xiaofan was also his disciple. If he took this thing out, he would be the one to disgrace him.

But there is no need to rush yet, Zhang Xiaofan is a stubborn person, and it will be difficult to change his mind if he is not made aware of the seriousness of the problem.

While Han Fei was taking a nap out of boredom, Zhang Xiaofan finally recovered from the state of war between heaven and man.

Looking at Han Fei lying there, Zhang Xiaofan showed a depressed expression. He felt ashamed when he recalled that he had murderous intentions towards the second master.

Zhang Xiaofan struggled to stand up, came to Han Fei's side, and knelt down without saying a word.

Han Fei was naturally aware of all this, but Han Fei ignored him and continued to lie there and doze off. Zhang Xiaofan did not speak, just kneeling there, waiting for Han Fei to wake up.

Time passed little by little, and it wasn't until the sun was about to set that Han Fei stretched out and stood up from the recliner.

Looking at Zhang Xiaofan kneeling there, he sneered and asked, "Do you want to say it yourself, or should I say it for you?"

"Second Master, this disciple is not a secret disciple who sneaked into the Qingyun Sect. The Buddhist skills that the disciple practices were taught to him by a Buddhist master before he went up the mountain. The disciple promised that master not to tell anyone. Please tell me. Master, I forgive you, I didn’t mean to deceive you.” Zhang Xiaofan hesitated for a moment, but still didn’t say who taught him the Buddhist techniques, let alone why.

"Haha, I can believe your words. Do you think your master and the leaders of Qingyun Sect will believe it? You have Buddhist skills, but you have sneaked into Qingyun Sect. You said you have no evil intentions. What do you mean by this? Who do you think would believe it?" Han Fei said coldly.

"Second Master, I really don't have any evil intentions. Why don't you ask Second Master to see me clearly? I would like to swear to God..." Zhang Xiaofan felt anxious when he saw that Han Fei didn't believe him and quickly swore to God to prove it. clean.

Han Fei, however, interrupted him without waiting for him to swear, and sneered: "What's the use of swearing to me. I'm not from your Qingyun Sect, and whether what you say is true or false has nothing to do with me.

You should think about how to make your master believe you. Your senior wives, senior brothers, and senior sisters also need an explanation.

Even if they believe you are not the culprit, you still need to give a reasonable explanation. It would be too naive if you don't say a word, keep the secret in your heart, and hope that others will believe that you have your own reasons.

Think about it for a moment, if you were facing such a person, could you trust him? "

"Second Master!"

"Don't call me Second Master, I can't afford it. I don't dare to teach someone like you who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors," Han Fei rolled down his sleeves and said with a sneer.