Suddenly, a voice came from in front of Zhao Zizhen, his eyes moved up, his figure suddenly stopped, his body stiffened, and his heart trembled. At the same time, he looked at the Zhao Family Mansion about 500 meters behind Yang Fan.
At this moment, Zhao Zi really had a heart to die, and in his heart he cursed that Zhuang Hefeng was a waste, and he didn't even win such a short time.
"Well, my friend, everything is a misunderstanding."
Zhao Zizhen smiled, and his mother was selling criticism.
"Well, it is indeed a misunderstanding."
Yang Fan approached Zhao Zizhen and showed an innocent smile.
But to Zhao Zizhen, such a smile looked like a cruel smile of a demon in hell.
Puff! ! !
Zhao Zizhen finally couldn't bear Yang Fan's momentum and knelt directly.
"Since it's a misunderstanding, it's fine, don't be so nervous."
Yang Fan pulled Zhao Zizhen up, and personally shot the dust off his knees.
"It's okay to just misunderstand, as long as I apologize with a reason, it's fine."
"Oh yes, where is your family? Are the elders in the family alive? What are their strengths?"
If you don’t know the situation, you think Yang Fan is just caring about Zhao Zizhen’s family, but that’s not the case.
When Zhao Zizhen heard this, his eyes lit up, and he thought: "Wait to my Zhao family, there is something you look good at."
"My friend, my family is right in front. There are not many elders in the family, and they are not very strong."
Worried that Yang Fan would not dare to follow him home because of his fear of the strength of his elders, Zhao Zizhen rolled his eyes and deliberately said that the strength of his elders was too weak.
"Is that so?"
Yang Fan looked thinking. Zhao Zi was really worried that Yang Fan would not dare to enter, and said again.
"Friend, if you want money, please follow me."
At this time, Haibodong and Zhuang Hefeng also followed, and Zhuang Hefeng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the young master was fine.
"Hybodong, let's go."
Yang Fan directly followed Zhao Zizhen into the Zhao family mansion.
Haibodong wanted to say something, but the words reached his throat and swallowed again.
Soon, six of the four entered the Zhao family mansion.
The Zhao family mansion is very large, and there are more than a dozen infant guards standing at the door. Because of the leadership of Zhao Zizhen, the two of Yang Fan were not blocked.
Just entering the Zhao family mansion, an old man dressed as a housekeeper in grey clothes came over.
"Master is back, are they?"
The gray-clothed old man pointed to Yang Fan Houhai Bodong.
"A friend who just met. Old Wu, where is my father?"
"Master is in the backyard ancestral hall."
"Then please go and invite my father to the lobby."
"This......"
The gray-clothed old man hesitated.
At this time, Zhao Zizhen cast a look at the gray-clothed old man secretly, and the gray-clothed old man's face was slightly lightened, he understood that Zhao Zizhen got the meaning.
"Yes."
The gray-clothed old man did not dare to neglect, and hurried to the backyard ancestral hall.
Although Zhao Zizhen's movements were no matter how concealed he was, he never escaped Yang Fan's divine consciousness.
The corners of his mouth rose, and Yang Fan's eyes flickered.
"It's getting more and more interesting."
Just when Yang Fan entered the Zhao family mansion, the powerful divine consciousness sensed that there were several cultivators in the Zhao family.
The strongest of them even reached the completion of the catastrophe period.
"It's worthy of being one of the four major families in Shuiyuan City, and it actually has so many times of tribulation."
"Next is Zhao Zizhen. My father is the current head of the Zhao family. I don't know how to call my friend?"
Yang Fan: "Bai Zhan Tang."
"Under the Ice Emperor Haibodong."
Haibodong took a step forward, said.
"Young Master Bai, Senior Hai, please come in."
After speaking, Zhao Zizhen made a request.
Soon three people and one beast entered the Zhao's lobby.
Sitting in the seat on the right, the guests who come to the door can only sit on the right, and the left is for the host’s people. Yang Fan still knows this.
Soon, the two scary men served three cups of tea and placed them at the table of the three.
"Please use tea! My father is coming soon."
Yang Fan was not polite, so he took the tea and drank it, not afraid of the poison in it.
"I don't know how much you plan to compensate."
Putting down the teacup, Yang Fan said directly.
"This..."
Zhao Zizhen frowned and had already arrived at his own house, so he was no longer afraid of Yang Fan. In order to stabilize Yang Fan, he said carefully.
"Friend, wait until my father comes over to talk about everything, can you?"
Humph! When my father comes, you will feel better.
Zhao Zizhen thought in his heart.
"It's okay, I hope you don't do anything stupid, otherwise, the nature of this matter will change again."
Yang Fan looked at Zhao Zizhen deeply, there was something in the words.
When Zhao Zizhen heard it, he couldn't help but feel cold, feeling that something bad would happen next.
While the three were talking, a middle-aged man walked in from the backyard of Zhao's mansion.
The middle-aged man is already a little pale on the temples, with a national character face and a big mole on the center of his eyebrows, which is a bit like the thing on the center of the forehead of an Indian Asan woman.
As the middle-aged man walked into the lobby, an invisible wind blew in, and with it came the pressure of a strong man during the tribulation period.
"In the middle of the robbery!"
A look of surprise appeared on Yang Fan's face, and Hai Bodong's expression changed.
"father!"
Zhao Zizhen got up quickly.
"Ok!"
There was a hum. His eyes were on Yang Fan and Hai Bodong.
"what happened?"
The visitor is the current head of the Zhao family, Zhao Zizhen's father, Zhao Kaiyu.
"Father, this is how things are."
Zhao Zizhen said what happened before, and did not forget to add oil and vinegar during the period.
"Oh?"
Zhao Kaiyu took a deep look at Zhao Zizhen. He knew his son's character very well. It must be his son who annoyed others first. Otherwise, the monks who were in the conjugal stage would not belittle their status and move towards a period of practice.
However, since they had already slapped the door and opened the door, I couldn't accept it. After thinking about it, Zhao Kaiyu said directly.
"It's impossible for you to want compensation. At best, I would like to say sorry to you on behalf of my son. That's all for this matter. Little friend, what do you think?"
Thinking that Yang Fan already had the cultivation base of the fit stage at such a young age, the forces behind him must not be simple, so Zhao Kaiyu always said with a kind tone.
"not so good!"
Yang Fan leaned back, tilted Erlang's legs, and Zhao Kaiyu looked at it exactly.
Zhao Kaiyu frowned, feeling a little unhappy.
"Originally, if you had a better attitude, your Zhao family only needed to compensate for 8 million top-grade spirit stones, but now, I want half of your Zhao family's property."
Click!
Yang Fan lit a cigarette, and wisps of white smoke circled Yang Fan, giving people a feeling of being born into the world.
"Bold!"
Zhao Zizhen finally couldn't help it, and shouted angrily.
"This is the Zhao family, do you think you can do whatever you want with your cultivation base during the fit period?"
"Not only is my father in the tribulation period, but my grandfather is also in the tribulation period. There is also an ancestor in the Zhao family, which is also..."
