Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

"There is no Fellow Daoist Sima? How is this possible? Isn't the person in charge of your Chamber of Commerce "Fellow Daoist Sima Yan"? Is it possible that he has been transferred back to the headquarters and other people are now stationed here?"

Wu Fan was also startled by what the young man said. When he came over, he made a point of understanding what was going on here. How could he go wrong? Could it be that, as he thought, this place had been replaced?

Wu Fan thought this, then looked at the two of them and asked with a slight frown.

"What? The fellow Taoist Sima you are talking about is actually our supreme elder? I said, senior, are you kidding me? Our supreme elder is someone you can meet just by asking. I advise you to leave quickly. "

The young man was startled by these words. He looked at Wu Fan as if he were a fool, and then hurriedly waved and shouted loudly.

At this time, the other person also frowned and looked at Wu Fan with sharp eyes.

Only at this moment did they realize that this person was going to meet the Supreme Elder. Before, they only used a surname. The two of them did not associate it with the Supreme Elder for a while. After all, a Nascent Soul Stage monk is not just a Golden Core Stage cultivator. The monks could see him whenever they wanted. It wasn't until Wu Fan said his full name that they suddenly realized it and immediately looked at each other coldly.

"No, what did you call the Supreme Elder just now? Fellow Taoist Sima? I mean, senior, do you know that you may be punished just because of your disrespectful words? We won't hold anything against you today. You It's better to leave quickly. If my uncles hear this, it will be difficult for you to leave."

The young man immediately thought of something, and then looked surprised, and looked at Wu Fan again. However, in his eyes, there was no doubt that the other party was a Golden Core monk. However, in order to leave a way out for himself, he did not feel embarrassed. , and gave some good advice.

After all, it took nearly two hundred years for him to cultivate to his current level, and he has always been in contact with high-level monks. His vision and scheming are naturally far beyond ordinary people. He doesn't want to offend a golden elixir-level monk because of a trivial matter.

Moreover, he didn't think Wu Fan was a stupid person. Since the other party dared to call the Supreme Elder a Taoist friend, he might really be an old monster hiding his cultivation. If he offended such a person just because of a title, Then he really doesn't want to live long.

At this time, the other person also glared at each other, but said nothing.

"Haha, little friend, I have misunderstood. Since Wu calls Sima Yan a fellow Taoist, it is natural that he is acquainted with him by his peers."

Wu Fan knew that the other party had misunderstood, so he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, then without further ado, he immediately released his suppressed cultivation. Suddenly, a terrifying coercion rushed straight towards the two of them, but as soon as this breath came out, When he came into contact with the two of them, he immediately took them back.

Wu Fan naturally understood that if he didn't show his cultivation, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky to meet Sima Yan.

His move really worked. As soon as the two people sensed this terrifying aura, their expressions immediately changed. They were no longer as arrogant as before. They hurriedly and respectfully bowed down to salute, looking frightened. .

Although these two people could not sense Wu Fan's true cultivation level, they had seen many high-level monks over the years, so how could they not know that this aura could only be emitted by Yuanying stage monks. Fortunately, this senior withdrew his pressure in time, otherwise the two of them would have been miserable.

"Senior, senior, this junior was too blind to see the truth. Senior, please don't blame me. I'm going to explain it to you now."

The young man looked frightened, and after speaking respectfully, he stood up and left.

The other person also immediately moved out of the way, obviously to let Wu Fan enter the hall first.

"You don't have to go through the communication!"

But at this moment, Wu Fan shook his head when he heard this, and suddenly looked towards the door.

The young man was a little confused when he heard this, thinking that the senior had been angered by him, and couldn't help but feel nervous, but he subconsciously followed Wu Fan's gaze and looked over.

At this time, a white-haired old man walked out of the door quickly. This man looked kind and slightly old, and his cultivation turned out to be a late-stage Jindan monk.

After seeing this scene, the young man suddenly realized, so he stepped aside.

"I didn't know that senior is here, but I am not here to welcome you from afar. Uncle Sima has just informed me and asked me to take senior up. At this moment, uncle Sima is already waiting for senior."

As soon as the white-haired old man came closer, he immediately bowed and said, looking extremely polite. However, while this person was speaking, he kept looking at Wu Fan, and at the same time, he was thinking rapidly in his mind. However, no matter how he thought about it, he could not find any information about this senior. For a moment, his eyes couldn't help but A look of doubt appeared.

"Okay, then I'll help you lead the way, little friend."

Wu Fan smiled and nodded. He naturally saw the old man's doubts, but he had no intention of explaining it, so he didn't say anything polite, raised his legs and walked towards the door ahead.

When the old man saw this, he hurriedly put away his mind and followed quickly.

Looking at the senior who disappeared at the door, the two young men couldn't help but look at each other, and then they shook their heads and smiled bitterly at the same time, looking like they were still frightened.

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A moment later, in an antique room on the third floor, three people were looking at each other.

One of them is an old man with half-black and white hair. He is wearing a moon-white robe. He is slightly fat and has clear and bright eyes. However, he has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, which makes him feel like he is easy to get along with. His cultivation level He was actually a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

It's just that this person's cultivation level is a bit frivolous. At first glance, it looks like it was made up of pills. Moreover, he is very old. I am afraid that he will not be able to advance to the later stages in his life. As for this person's strength, it is far from being able to compete with him. Comparable to people like Duan Zifeng and Yu Tiandu.

The other person looks like a young man. This person is dressed in green clothes and holds a paper fan in his hand. He looks handsome, like a young man from an aristocratic family, but his eyes are shining with wisdom. At first glance, he is a scheming person with a high level of cultivation. It is the early stage of Nascent Soul.

As for the last person, it was Wu Fan who had just walked into the door.

"Haha, I'm Sima Yan, this is my junior brother Pan Yuliang, I don't know what you call me, where are you from, why are you looking for me?"

The old man just took a quick look at Wu Fan, and then he bowed his hand politely and said with a chuckle, as for the junior brother he was talking about, he was naturally the young man next to him.

But at this moment, the young man named Pan Yuliang just smiled and said nothing, gently shaking the paper fan in his hand.

"I, Wu Fan, come from the Xia Kingdom. I have something important to ask of my two Taoist friends this time. I hope you won't take offense to the intrusion."

Wu Fan didn't dare to make excuses, so he returned the favor with the same courtesy, then chuckled and explained his intention.

"Oh? Can you ask us something?"

Sima Yan raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, couldn't help but look at Pan Yuliang, and asked in surprise.

"We are guests from afar. Fellow Taoist, please sit down first before we talk. If it is within our power, senior brother and I will not sit idly by."

However, before Wu Fan could reply, Pan Yuliang suddenly chuckled, closed the paper fan in his hand with a "pop" sound, pointed to the chair beside him and said, looking equally polite.