City’s Super Immortal Cultivator

Leng Fan looked at Chen Jing's reaction like this, feeling as if he was relieved, and a big burden on his body was just removed. Pills are not difficult for him. Pills of the level below the innate realm are easy to make with him. It is very worthwhile for him to exchange an innate realm for a quiet future. But in other words, if his thoughts spread, the women of the Eastern supernatural power world might rush to him madly, for nothing else, just to become the strong in the innate realm.

Chen Xi still knows a lot about the world of supernatural powers. He knows how tempting the Innate Realm is. She is a bit uncontrollable as an ordinary person. She sees her blushing face, and she seems to feel a little eager to move. She calmed down.

After taking a few deep breaths, Chen Jing froze for a while, as if he had recovered from the absence, and then smiled at Leng Fan: "You almost missed your way, you never want me to give up on you. Until the last step, I Chen Jing will never give up casually."

Leng Fan: "..."

Leng Fan smiled bitterly, it seemed that his expectations were shattered again.

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The next day, several police officers came and said a few words to Chen Jing before opening Leng Fan's prison door.

Chen Jing immediately said to Leng Fan, "Leng Fan, they said they want to detain you in another place."

"Where?" Leng Fan asked.

Chen Jing slowly replied: "A prison that holds severely sentenced prisoners is the largest prison in France. Almost all the people in that prison are wicked people."

After Leng Fan heard this, he shook his head and smiled: "The unforgivable wicked? Haha, it seems that I have become the unforgivable here."

After listening to Leng Fan's words, Chen Jing smiled and said to Leng Fan: "Then you have to be obedient, but don't bully people over there. It would be bad if you make things big."

Leng Fan exhaled and replied fiercely: "If the problem can only be solved by making a big mess in the end, then it will make a big mess. If the sky is broken, I will sew it, and if the ground is broken, I will fix it. Come on, I still don’t believe it can trap me here. Isn’t the worst result of a fight with the Holy See here? I don’t have any chance of winning."

After hearing Leng Fan’s words, Chen Jing immediately showed a worried look and replied earnestly: "I will find a way as soon as possible. When the time comes, you should be honest. I don’t want to follow you. Here is a fight with people from the Western world."

Leng Fan made an OK gesture, and then left here with a handful of police officers.

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Leng Fan was quickly sent to a large prison. Observed from the outside of the prison, it was like a gloomy castle, which made people look hairy. The policemen who escorted him in didn't speak Eastern languages, so they were basically useless in communication.

After entering the prison, Leng Fan was forced to change into prison clothes, and then was placed in a large prison room with dozens of people.

"All blacks" Leng Fan walked into this big room and saw more than 30 people with black skin, and these dozens of people were all of that kind of muscular, tall and mammoth figure.

Leng Fan was shivering, not because he was afraid, but because he always felt strange in his heart, the feeling that he couldn't tell the whole body was hairy.

With a "click", the policeman who escorted him here closed the door, and said something to the group of black people with a treacherous smile, but Leng Fan couldn't understand it, but from the feel, it was very bad.

The next moment, a few black people leaked their white teeth and slowly approached Leng Fan, looking up and down at Leng Fan as they approached, just like a flower girl.

Leng Fan only felt that his chrysanthemum was a little itchy, and he had vaguely felt what he had to face next.

"Asshole, I've gotten a trap." Leng Fan was very sure that someone had framed him behind his back, and using such despicable means completely trampled his bottom line.

The black man spoke and said a lot of things, but Leng Fan didn't even know what he was talking about, anyway he looked very sick.

Next, a tall black man stretched out his hand, trying to touch Leng Fan's face. How could Leng Fan endure this, stepping back one step at a time, staring at him with wide eyes, and the anger from his body directed at the black men in front of him.

"Haha" The black people were laughing, they surrounded Leng Fan, the laughter was the same as the sound of a prostitute visiting the brothel.

At this time, Leng Fan’s eyes had already shot the anger. He originally wanted to calm down and solve the problem normally without causing trouble, but now he has to make the matter worse. Compared to attracting the Holy See, he still gives priority to protection. Own chrysanthemum.

"Roll to Laozi" Leng Fan roared and swung his fist towards the surroundings.

Ten minutes later, the police sirens sounded in the prison, and then the whole prison began to turmoil.

At the same time, there was movement on Chen Jing's side. She inquired about some news from her own channel. As Leng Fan said, it was the ghost behind the man named Yang Chen who bought some local officials. Then framed Leng Fan.

"Sister, I really didn't want to hit Yang Chen who turned out to be such a person." Chen Xi said very angry.

"This Yang Chen is really pitiful. He thought that he knew a few big people to hide from the sky. He didn't know who he was provoking, and he didn't inquire about the identity of the other party." Chen Jing sneered.

"Sister, I called Yang Chen and asked him to stop by himself." Chen Xi immediately took out his mobile phone...

Chen Jing's cell phone rang, and when she got the signal, she immediately said to Chen Xi: "Chen Xi, it's not good, the boy Leng Fan really couldn't help it, and the prison fell out."

All major televisions in the French Empire began to report a major news, a big riot broke out in a prison, and the person who caused the riot turned out to be an Oriental...

In the prison, Leng Fan finally found someone who could help him as an interpreter. The interpreter was also an Oriental. He was detained here to serve his sentence for economic crimes, and he has served his sentence for ten years.

"What are you shouting outside?" Leng Fan asked.

"The outside said that you should lay down your weapons and surrender, otherwise they will attack." The translator replied.

Leng Fan looked at his hands and replied, "I don't have any weapons, so I can't talk about putting down my weapons. As for their storming, it seems they have stormed several times."

After the interpreter listened, there was nothing to say. He looked around. They were all prison guards who fell to the ground and unconscious, and more of them were prisoners serving their sentences.

"Can you take me out?" the translator suddenly asked Leng Fan.

Leng Fan looked back at this oriental man, half of his white hair, with a face that was very different from his age. "Why should I take you away? I have to say a reason?"

The translator replied firmly: "I can make you the richest man in the world, as long as you can take me out of here."