Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

The night passed quickly.

In the room, Zhang Yifeng thought a lot, but couldn't find a way to quickly force out his inner demons.

Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door.

"Is Junior Brother Zhang Yifeng here? Mr. Deacon invites you."

Zhang Yifeng was stunned. What did Lan Xianghan ask him to do this early in the morning? Could it be that he can't wait to know what he has achieved in the secret world?

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Zhang Yifeng walked out of the room and rushed straight to Lan Xianghan's yard.

Lan Xianghan's yard is still so quiet.

This time, Lan Xianghan was not waiting for Zhang Yifeng in the bedroom, but in the hall.

From a distance, Zhang Yifeng saw Lan Xianghan's cold and proud face.

"Master Deacon, why did you call me here?"

"What's going on? Don't you know?" Lan Xianghan Lan Xianghan held a leather whip in his right hand and stepped on the stool with his left leg, looking very domineering. But her face didn't look good, and she was even a little tired. She didn't know if she didn't sleep well.

"I really don't know." Zhang Yifeng had been in seclusion last night and had no contact with any brothers. He really didn't know what was going on.

Lan Xianghan frowned slightly and said, "Don't you know that Crazy Deacon is dead?"

"What! Crazy Butler is dead."

Zhang Yifeng pretended to be surprised. At the same time, he finally understood why Lan Xianghan was so cold. His emotions were interrogating the prisoner. He estimated that the matter had been spread, and the prisoners were indeed being scrutinized now.

"You don't know?" Lan Xianghan kept staring at Zhang Yifeng's eyes, as if he wanted to see through Zhang Yifeng's whole person.

"Of course I don't know. Mr. Deacon, if you ask me this, do you suspect that I killed Crazy Deacon?" Zhang Yifeng said with an indifferent look.

"Did you kill the crazy deacon?" Zhang Yifeng said casually, but Lan Xianghan smiled instantly, with a bright smile, "Even if the head grows on a pig, no one will doubt that you killed the crazy deacon. The crazy deacon said He can kill you with just one hand, how can you kill him?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng laughed in his heart. Lan Xianghan looked down on him so much. In this way, it was impossible for others to think that he had killed the crazy deacon. Zhang Yifeng suddenly discovered that being weak was not useless, at least being weak would not be suspected.

"So, you don't know who killed Crazy Deacon? Did you notice any unusual behavior on that day, or see Crazy Deacon?" Lan Xianghan's voice came again.

"The secret world is so big, I didn't see Crazy Deacon, and I didn't see anyone acting abnormally." Zhang Yifeng shook his head, and then he asked doubtfully, "Master Deacon, please forgive me for asking, even if Crazy Deacon dies, you How do you know that Crazy Deacon was killed by someone, whether it was by a powerful beast."

"Crazy Deacon had several sword wounds on his body, and his head was cut off by a sword. This was not killed by a human, could it be a wild beast? Moreover, the storage rings were taken away, and wild beasts can do these things. Okay, In this case, you are indeed unaware." Lan Xianghan frowned slightly and interrogated him all night, but couldn't get any information.

"I really don't know. If I knew, that person could kill the crazy deacon. How could he not find me and kill me long ago? Since the deacon also thinks that I am innocent, can I leave?"

Zhang Yifeng's face was still cold. As a man of two generations, he would not panic at all when encountering something. He did kill the person, but how could he show it.

"Leave? How could it be so easy to leave? What was the result of entering the secret world this time?" Lan Xianghan shook his head and spoke again.

"What's the result?" Zhang Yifeng deliberately pretended to be stupid.

"Are you asking knowingly? I'm asking you what you gained and how much contribution you can get in exchange."

Zhang Yifeng snorted and then replied: "Apart from raising the cultivation level to the second level of the heartbeat stage, the contribution value is still zero. I haven't redeemed it yet."

"The second level of the heartbeat stage?" Lan Xianghan was stunned, and after sensing Zhang Yifeng's cultivation level, he nodded, "It is indeed the second level of pulse, so it doesn't disappoint me too much. But, even if you advance to The second level of the cardiac stage is still far away.”

Zhang Yifeng did not talk back. This Lan Xianghan is a tigress. If he contradicts Lan Xianghan, he is asking for trouble. He nodded and said again: "I also know that it is still far away, so I want to ask the deacon to give me another one." Chance."

"Oh? What other opportunities do you want?" Lan Xianghan looked at Zhang Yifeng with interest. Zhang Yifeng was the first person who dared to put forward conditions and opportunities in front of her.

"I learned that there is still more than a month until the collective trial between the outer court and the inner court. I hope that the deacon will give me the opportunity for the collective trial."

Hearing this, Lan Xianghan's pupils shrank: "Do you want to participate in a group trial?"

"Did you know that the disciples who participated in the collective trial are all young heroes who are above the sixth level of the heartbeat stage? They go out because they want to actively stimulate their inner demons. These people are people with great courage and perseverance. And you? Still not qualified."

Lan Xiang smiled coldly. He belittled Zhang Yifeng without any scruples.

Zhang Yifeng did not defend himself and said calmly: "I am indeed not qualified now, but how do you know that I will not be qualified in a month?"

Lan Xianghan suddenly became serious and asked, "Why do you want to participate in the joint trial between the outer court and the inner court?"

"Because I want to get a general idea of ​​how strong the people in the inner court are. Also, didn't you also say that people who participate in group trials are people who want to actively inspire their inner demons. I am the same."

"You also want to take the initiative to inspire the inner demons?" Lan Xianghan's body trembled, and then sneered, "Do you know that there is a price to pay. In every collective trial, even the inner courtyard disciples will die a lot. The inner demons It’s scary, you’ve been through it twice, you should understand it better than anyone else.”

Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "It is precisely because I have been saved twice that I discovered that the demons in my heart are nothing, and I can get through them in the blink of an eye."

"Can you get through it in the blink of an eye? Giggle, Zhang Yifeng, I have to admire your courage. But since you want to die, I will grant it to you! I will give you this quota."

"Um?"

Zhang Yifeng was slightly startled. He didn't expect Lan Xianghan to give him a spot so easily.

"Are you surprised why I agreed to you so readily this time?"

"indeed."

"Because of the collective trials, many disciples will die every time. Among these dead disciples, the outer court disciples account for the vast majority. In other words, few outer court disciples will take the initiative to invite you to participate in the group trials. You are an exception. I am now I really want to see if you will die in the collective trial. After all, there are too few people who actively seek death."

Zhang Yifeng smiled lightly and said: "I see. But don't worry, I won't die. Does Mr. Deacon have anything else to do? If not, I will go back to retreat. By the way, Mr. Deacon, can I go down the mountain?"

"Going down the mountain? Do you want to go out?"

Zhang Yifeng nodded and said calmly: "I think it is better to wait passively for the inner demons than to go down the mountain and travel to the mountains and rivers as quickly as possible."