No wonder the old fortune teller told me to come to visit old friends. There is cause and effect in this!

Had it not been for the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, even the old fortune teller would have been unable to save his life!

So, from this aspect, Long Zhuifeng was very kind to him, and he was very kind to him for saving his life!

"Thank you, Mr. Long, for saving your life."

Xiao Chen bent down even further than before and said respectfully.

"Haha, it's nothing." Long Zhuifeng waved his hand: "Sit down!"

Xiao Chen nodded and sat down again.

"Xiao Chen, do you have something to do when you come to Longhai this time? The old fortune teller asked you to come?"

Long Zhuifeng asked casually.

"He didn't ask me to come here. I came here because of some personal matters. I may have to stay here for a while."

"Oh, I thought he also asked you to join in the fun."

Long Zhuifeng was a little surprised, and then said with a smile.

"join in the fun?"

Xiao Chen was stunned, why are you joining in the fun?

"Haha, it's nothing."

Long Zhuifeng shook his head. Since the old fortune teller didn't say anything, he wouldn't say much.

Xiao Chen is a bit boring, that's what the older generation is like... He started by talking, arousing people's curiosity, and then stopped talking. It's really abominable!

However, seeing that Long Zhuifeng didn't say anything, he couldn't ask any more questions. After all, this was the first time they met, and he was his savior.

"Xiao Chen, can you practice ancient martial arts now?"

Long Zhuifeng thought of something and asked.

When Xiao Chen heard this, a dim look flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head: "Not yet."

"Then your current strength... I can feel the aura of ancient martial arts in you."

Long Zhuifeng was a little surprised and asked.

"I can fight with An Jin in the middle stage. Occasionally I can mobilize a bit of ancient martial arts internal energy, but my Dantian feels like it's exploding."

Xiao Chen said with a bitter smile.

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, Long Zhuifeng's eyes widened. He couldn't practice ancient martial arts, but he could actually fight against An Jin in the middle stage?

How many people can there be in this world?

If he could practice ancient martial arts, what height would he reach?

But after thinking of something, he sighed. The old fortune teller has not given up. I hope he can really get a glimpse of the secret this time!

While the two were chatting, the door was pushed open.

Xiao Chen turned around and saw a short, fat old man jumping in.

"Brother, you are back."

Long Zhuifeng saw the short and fat old man and said hello with a smile.

Senior brother?

Xiao Chen was a little shocked. This short winter melon was Long Zhuifeng's senior brother?

Damn it, people really can’t be judged by their appearance!

"Hmm, I just heard from the waiter that the old fortune teller's grandson is here? Where is his grandson?"

The short, fat old man shouted.

"..."

A black line flashed across Xiao Chen's face. It's true that I am your grandson, but I am not your grandson!

However, you still have to be polite, what is your seniority?

Therefore, Xiao Chen stood up and bowed his hands respectfully: "Grandson... no, little Xiao Chen, pay my respects to my senior."

"Are you that grandson?"

The short and fat old man circled Xiao Chen twice, looked at him and said.

"..."

Xiao Chen twitched the corner of his mouth, "You are the grandson!"

"Ahem, Xiao Chen, let me introduce to you. This is my senior brother, Nie Jingfeng."

Long Zhuifeng introduced it.

Nie Jingfeng?

Xiao Chen was speechless, the name was quite classy, ​​but the person...how could he look like a tease!

"Grandson, in which mouse hole is that old fortune teller hiding? Let him get out and see me!"

The short, fat old man shouted at Xiao Chen.

Hearing this, Xiao Chen's face darkened slightly, just call him grandson, senior, he can bear it!

But he spoke rudely, called the old fortune teller an old man, and told him to get out, so I couldn't bear it.

"Dwarf Winter Melon, if the old fortune teller comes, I guess you'll have to run away with your head in your arms, right?"

Xiao Chen looked at the short, fat old man and said coldly.

After hearing Xiao Chen's words, Long Zhuifeng and the short and fat old man were both stunned, and then their expressions changed slightly.

"Who said that when he comes, I have to run away with my head in my arms? Just let him come and see who is running away with my head in my arms!"

When the short, fat old man said the second half of the sentence, he obviously lacked confidence and his voice became softer.

"hehe."

Xiao Chen replied with two words.

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Chapter completed!