Chapter 909

"Chen fan, chen fan?"

Zhao Wuchen's voice wakes chen fan, who is in deep meditation. His eyes are clear again. He only hears him open his mouth and says, "don't mean to teach him. Before that, you are a bit stupefied."

"No harm!" Zhao Wuchen waved his hand: "the first time I heard of such a grand event, it's inevitable that you are nervous. You can rest assured that I will support you in the rear."

Chen Fan naturally heard the implication of Zhao Wuchen's words and pretended not to understand it. He asked, "what do you want to support me?"

"Naturally, I support you to participate in the general arrangement." Zhao Wuchen is earnest and kind.

However, chen fan did not show any sympathy. He immediately said, "it's such a leader. Now I'm all focused on my practice. I don't have much interest in the ranking of the sect. So please look for someone else."

Chen Fan's answer is very direct, directly will say dead, and did not give Zhao Wuchen a bit of space to revolve.

I'm kidding. It's time-consuming to participate in the zongmen qualifying war. Isn't Chen Fan fed up?

After all, he had no sense of belonging to the Seven Star sect.

Moreover, even if he took part in the qualifying battle, if the ranking was not good, there would be no good fruit to eat. If the ranking was good, chen fan would not get any benefits. At best, he could only get some respect from monks who he didn't care about at all, as well as a name of shaozong.

A fool would do such a thing.

Zhao Wuchen obviously didn't expect Chen Fan's rejection to be so clean and tidy. He breathed for a while, and his expression had a trace of impatience.

"This is a good thing to do for zongmen. If you think clearly, chen fan, after a hundred years, the Seven Star sect will be yours. Now it means fighting for your own things in advance. Isn't that enough for you?"

Zhao Wuchen voice just fell, chen fan almost did not laugh out.

Wait for him for a hundred years?

You're kidding!

Now Zhao Wuchen is more than 100 years old at best. According to the cultivation of King Wu, Shou yuan is at least five or six hundred years old. When he dies, chen fan will be white?

It's just a blank check. It's a fool.

"The leader should be old and strong. I dare not think about those things. Now I just want to practice quickly. After all, I haven't been to Marquis Wu yet."

Once again, he kicked the ball back. No matter what Zhao Wuchen said, chen fan didn't agree.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Wuchen finally became angry, and the voice of ice cold sounded unabashedly: "in this case, I will not ask for it."

"But do you remember that I gave you pills before. In order to improve the medicinal properties, I added poisonous insects to it. Now if I want to, I'm afraid you will die in seven days!"

Zhao Wuchen's eyes are bright, and he has used his last means to threaten his life with a sigh. Is it time for Chen fan to submit?

But the fact was once again hit his face, only Chen Fan did not move the look before the pill out, so put it in the hands of random play.

"Is it the pill that Zhang Jiao said?"

"You Zhao Wuchen Huoran got up and pointed to Chen Fan with a red face. He never thought that Chen Fan was so alert that he was on guard from the beginning!

"Well, since the matter has reached this point, I will not hide it. To tell you the truth, if you do not agree to participate in the qualifying war today, you will not want to go out of here alive!"

In the face of Zhao Wuchen's threat, chen fan did not have the slightest fear. He also got up and looked directly at each other and said, "where is the self-confidence from? Chen did not leave any backhand before?"

"If I fled from the Seven Star sect and switched to other sects, would you say I would appear in the row and become the enemy of the Seven Star sect?"