Boss Level Face-Slapping Specialist [Quick Transmigration]

As the head of the Xuantian faction, Xiang Wentian couldn’t let the scene stand in a stalemate, so he had to speak: “We will discuss this matter later. Let your junior sister salute you before talking.”

Of course this won’t work. After discussing it later, no one will agree that the head disciple will leave the Xuantian Sect. What’s more, Xiang Wentian knows that he is a pure-yang body and has taught him superior techniques, let alone let him leave. Xu Zifan simply gave a big gift to Wentian and said loudly: “Master is here, I beg Master to allow Tu’er to leave the Xuantian Sect, and Tuer’s intention has been decided, and Master will do it!”

People from other sects all smiled, and seeing the jokes of the Xuantian School was a worthwhile trip. Someone persuaded each other out loud, “Xiang Sect, since the disciple is so determined, it is better to fulfill his wish.”

“Yes, Xiang Sect, the twisted melon is not sweet. Since the real person Zhengyang is very unhappy in the Xuantian Sect, how about we send it?”

“Head Xiang, as the elders, we only hope that the juniors are happy. For the good of Zhengyang, you will allow him to leave.”

It’s not a big deal to watch the excitement. The strength of a faction depends on people. Although Xu Zifan won’t have much influence on the Xuantian Sect after leaving, the Levee of Thousand Miles collapsed in the ant’s nest. Isn’t the strength? The news that the head of the beloved daughter betrayed her fiancé, and that the head of the head protected her and forced her to leave the first disciple. The reputation of the Xuantian Sect was about to be stained.

Xiang Wentian also thought of this, and his anger continued to rise, but everyone was so persuaded, and Xu Zifan was so determined that he was already riding a tiger and had to agree! He looked at Xu Zifan. He never expected that the most proud disciple in the past would cut the Xuantian Sect at this time. Suddenly he was a little lucky that Xiang Yushuang didn’t choose Xu Zifan. How can he take over the Xuantian Sect with such an aura? Thinking of this, he showed a look of regret, and said in a deep voice: “Zhengyang, you are the first personal disciple I received, like my half son, why are you…oh, that’s it,” he seemed to be very tired. He waved his hand, “You leave when you want to leave. Remember, the Xuantian Sect is your home. When do you want to come back?”

The purpose is achieved! Xu Zifan also doesn’t care about Wentian forcing his respect. Others are not fools, and can’t they tell right from wrong? His acting skills exploded, he glanced at Xiang Wentian gratefully, with tears in his eyes, he tumbled to the bottom again, resolutely turned and walked outside. The crowd automatically made way for him, and when he walked out of the crowd, he immediately sacrificed his flying sword and quickly disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

Shi Yunxuan chuckled, leaning over to the ear of the beautiful woman representing Hehuan Sect and said: “Uncle Master, this Xuantian school is really interesting. It actually forced the head of the disciple away. That bridegroom officer is not that good either. , I think it’s far behind Xu Zifan.”

The glamorous woman frowned slightly, “Stop! Don’t talk nonsense.”

On the other side of the woman stood a beautiful-looking woman with charming eyes. She cast a wink at Shi Yunxuan, and said softly: “Junior sister, you haven’t experienced the taste of a man yet, the real Zhengyang is said to be seriously injured. At night, how can you compare to a healthy and vigorous younger brother?”

Shi Yunxuan glanced at her, smiled at the embarrassing newcomer, and ignored her. The delicate woman asked for a boring smile, her face was not very pretty. Xu Zifan, who had just left, asked Shaohua to scan and convey the situation on the scene. Hearing this, he staggered and almost fell off the flying sword. What’s the mess? I also suspected that his ability as a man had come up. The woman of the Hehuan Sect was indeed well-deserved, and she dared to talk about the bed.

After roughly understanding the reactions of the people at the scene, Xu Zifan quickly flew away from the Xuantian Sect. He no longer has the first sect as a backer now, which is equivalent to casual cultivation, killing people and stealing treasures in the cultivation world, as long as it is better covered, no one will explore such things. He had some fame in the past, and inevitably some enemies. Now that he has no backing, walking outside is more dangerous than casual cultivation.

Xu Zifan found a remote place at the foot of the mountain, took out some things he had prepared, and smeared it on his face, which quickly changed the complexion and the shape of the eyebrows. He raised his shoes and shoulders wider, changed a dark blue robe, and changed his hair style. Looking in the mirror, he was already only three-thirds like before. It’s not an acquaintance who can’t see it without looking carefully. Like coming.

Xu Zifan’s personality is very different from that of the original owner. Although it was revealed during the Xuantian Sect, it was said that it was changed during the great changes, but he has only appeared three times in the past three months, and the impression of others still remains. In the past, as long as he is who he is now, his aura is very different from the original owner, and he is not easy to be recognized.

After Yi Rong successfully changed his costume, Xu Zifan walked into the city gate with confidence and walked around the towns in the realm of comprehension. There are also ordinary people in the cultivation world. They are basically the family members of the cultivator and have a lot of knowledge about cultivation. There are also people who are poorly talented in cultivation, who have reached a bottleneck in cultivation, or who are not so passionate about cultivation, will live in towns and cities without any discipline.

The streets are very clean and the repairman’s cleaning techniques are very useful. There are stalls and shops on both sides of the street. They look no different from the ancient world. The only difference is probably that many people carry swords behind their backs, and many are cultivators. Xu Zifan walks in it inconspicuously. He is the cultivation base of the late Jindan. Only those with a higher cultivation base can see his cultivation base. Others only know that he is higher than their cultivation base, and they would not have thought of it. Big gap.

Xu Zifan walked down the street in such a low-key manner, and when he saw the shop he was interested in, he went in and strolled around. Shaohua kept expanding the map and jot down all the scanned things. Xu Zifan found that this is a good thing. In the future, if he wants something, he just asks Shaohua to find it on the map, and he knows where to buy it. Shaohua is really an essential partner for home travel!

He was very busy during this period of retreat, and he did not forget the most important point-treasure hunt. In order to allow Shaohua to scan the different levels of the treasure, he did a lot of experiments with the original owner’s various magic weapons, including the Jinyin Bell that Xiang Wentian gave him. He revised some of Shaohua’s data and finally improved the scanning function.

The higher the treasure level, the more precious the materials used, the more sophisticated the mechanism, and the higher the aura. It’s just that the treasure will hide the spiritual energy, so that the cultivator can’t distinguish it. This is like betting on a rock. Even people who know how to make mistakes, the system does not. It can scan a thing from the inside out, analyze the composition, density, energy and other data, then Xu Zifan can distinguish based on these. Which one is a common magical implement, which one is a magic weapon, and the classification of the top, top, middle, and low grades is no longer a problem for him.

This golden finger is so awesome, Xu Zifan himself feels like cheating, but this is a feature he developed himself, and he feels a little proud. When walking on the street, he always looks at the magical instruments that are sold. The ones in the store are better, but most of them are medium-grade and low-grade. The higher-grade ones are similar to his magical instruments. They are very expensive and the best ones. It’s rare and the price is so high that he can’t afford it, so he didn’t even think about it.

This place is probably too close to the Xuantian Sect, and it is very difficult for such things to happen. After all, those disciples often go down the mountain to do tasks, and it is too difficult to have a fish that slips through the net. Xu Zifan walked for two quarters of an hour and didn’t see any good things. He couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. When thinking like this in his heart, he suddenly saw a small stall that no one cares about with a folding fan. How can you do without a folding fan in ancient times? It was so rare that Xu Zifan walked straight to the stall.

[Shaohua: Scanning three hundred meters ahead, there are three magic weapons on the stall on the left, one top grade, one middle grade, and one low grade. 】

Xu Zifan paused, [You said that the dirty stall owner? There are three magic weapons in his booth? 】

[Shaohua: Yes, the top-grade magic weapon is a black folding fan, attacking type; the middle-grade magic weapon is a dusty alchemy furnace; the lower-grade magic weapon is the umbrella, defensive type. 】

Xu Zifan’s heart beats in a mess. The folding fan he looks at is actually a magic weapon? Then why is this person selling at a stall here? How much do you earn at the auction house? As he walked to the stall, he looked at the sloppy stall owner. It was a man about fifty years old, with messy hair and dirty body, looking like a beggar. He neither shouted nor looked at passers-by, holding a cloth bag and leaning in the shadow of the corner, staring blankly forward. If there was no pile of things in front of him, it is estimated that people passing by would have given him money.

Xu Zifan went to the stall and picked up the folding fan to look at it, and asked, “How can I sell this fan?”

The stall owner looked up at him, and his voice was as rough as sandpaper. “A top-grade spiritual stone.”

Xu Zifan was surprised, this price is too expensive for people who don’t know the value of folding fans. Not far from him, a stall owner who sold food saw his expression and sneered: “You also think it’s weird? Is this guy a fool as everyone? The top-grade spirit stone, just these shattered, all add up to nothing. A middle-grade spirit stone. Don’t be fooled by him. He has been here for a long time, and no one has bought his things. If you want to buy something, you should go to the Duobao Pavilion over there.”

Xu Zifan replied with a kind smile, playing with his folding fan and said, “What’s the answer to this? Why are these objects worthless? Is there any story?”

The stall owner glanced at the beggar man, and said with disdain: “This method of contaminating objects and loading things hasn’t been used for a long time. It can be cleaned with a cleaning technique. What can I do if it’s so dirty? Wipe it well? The alchemy furnace looks like it was fished out of mud. It is too fake. Besides, it’s still a raw face, and I don’t know how to get here. I can’t trust it.”

Xu Zifan looked at the things on the stall thoughtfully. It turned out that others thought so, so he missed the baby here. That’s just cheap for him. He picked out the folding fan, alchemy furnace and umbrella, smiled at the beggar man and said, “I think these things are quite interesting. How much is the total?”

The beggar man’s eyes moved slightly, he hesitated, and said, “Three high-grade spirit stones.”

The stall owner next to him took a breath and looked at the man like a lunatic. As a result, Xu Zifan directly took out three high-grade spirit stones and put them in front of the beggar man, and as soon as he turned his hands, the folding fan and other things were taken into the space. Now the stall owner looks at Xu Zifan just like he looks at a lunatic! He has said so clearly, why is this person willing to be deceived?