God level negative second generation

But he didn't dare to say that.

He just said: "If Madam is still here, she will definitely be very pleased to see Bailongting develop into what it is today."

"Haha, yes." Master Long nodded and gradually revealed a smile.

He is somewhat proud of the current scale of Bailongting.

Since the death of his wife, he has never had a woman in his life.

With no heirs under his knees, he took in nine apprentices, and also achieved the purpose of spreading martial arts.

Moreover, he devoted himself to the development of Bailongting. With his tyrannical strength, he defeated a large number of opponents, propped up the sky, and was widely praised by his colleagues.

All of this is said to be for the feelings back then.

Thinking about it now, he still somewhat misses the difficult days with his wife in those years.

"Which senior is the last word 'Ting'?" Yu Fan asked.

Master Long replied: "The man's name is He Shengting, he is my life-and-death friend, and he is still alive today. However, his health is not as good as before. He retired five years ago and is living in seclusion on a southern island. If there is a chance in the future , I can take you to meet him."

Yu Fan nodded happily, "It is my honor to meet this senior."

To be honest, he admires the three founders of Bailongting very much.

The Chinese ancient martial arts world has always existed in the form of sects and families, with a very strong sense of sect, and the quality of one's footsteps often determines the impression a person gives to others.

The fact that Bailongting can rise up in such an environment and stand in the south of China shows the courage and strength of Master Long and others.

Back then, they must have had a very hard time.

It took a lot of hard work to get today's results.

"Master, Brother Six is ​​here."

As soon as the conversation here ended, Lin Yi reminded him aloud.

At another entrance to the garden, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a large windbreaker strode in.

This person has a strong body, steady steps, and a fierce look between his brows. He is a character not to be trifled with at first glance.

Yu Fan sensed it a little, and knew that his strength was at the peak of the heavenly level, stronger than Lin Yi, but he hadn't stepped into Xiantian, and he was not the most elite disciple under Master Long, so he had a clue in his heart.

"Master! Little Junior Brother!"

Zhao Jinpeng came to the garden, met Long Ye first, and then greeted Lin Yi.

Master Long recommended: "Sixth brother, this little brother is the successor of Master Nima, the peak powerhouse in the snowy region. His name is Yu Fan. He has innate high-level strength and is a young talent."

Then he said to Fan: "Little brother, this is Zhao Jinpeng, my sixth apprentice. His martial arts are mediocre, but he is good at handling affairs. He is in charge of the affairs of the Bailongting Yunhai City branch."

Yu Fan nodded slightly to Zhao Jinpeng as a courtesy.

After hearing Master Long's words, the latter stared with two tiger eyes, anger shot out of his eyes, and said loudly: "This kid hurt my godson?!"

As he said, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to rush forward.

Master Long's old face froze, he was very embarrassed by this apprentice's outburst of temper.

Lin Yi reacted quickly, stopped him hastily, and said, "Senior Brother Six, Senior Brother Six! Brother Yu Fan is Master's distinguished guest, so don't mess around!"

Both of them are of heavenly strength, although Lin Yi is much inferior, but Zhao Jinpeng didn't make a move with all his strength, and he was able to stop it.

Zhao Jinpeng, who was blocked, glared at Yu Fan, and said in a low voice, "Good boy, you dare to come to the headquarters of Bailongting after beating my son, you are not small!"

He didn't listen to Lin Yi's words at all.

"cough!"

At this moment, Master Long cleared his throat.

Hearing Master's voice, Zhao Jinpeng quickly curbed his anger, put down his sleeves, and said respectfully: "Master."

Master Long feigned anger and said: "You bastard, do you still have me as a master in your eyes?"

"This... what about Master, I dare not disrespect you even if I have had the heart and courage of a leopard." Zhao Jinpeng showed embarrassment, and quickly apologized with a smile.

In front of his mentor, he couldn't raise his viciousness at all, but looked like a timid child.

Master Long snorted softly, "I'm sorry you don't dare! Don't bring up your kid's mess again. Come here and get to know little brother Yu Fan."

"Hey, good master."

Zhao Jinpeng repeatedly agreed.

He is not stupid, he understands the relationship when he sees Master Long's attitude towards Fan.

Although he was dissatisfied, he still took two steps forward, reluctantly clasped his fists towards Yu Fan and performed the etiquette of a martial artist.

He said perfunctorily, "Brother Yu Fan, my old Zhao is being polite."

"Tanzhu Zhao is polite. I had some conflicts with your son a few days ago, and I acted a little more in a moment of urgency. I hope that Tanzhu Zhao will forgive me." Yu Fan returned the courtesy with a gentle follow.

Zhao Jinpeng's face was full of unwillingness, but since Master Long said "don't bring up that matter again", he didn't dare to go against his teacher's intentions.

He had no choice but to say: "Forget it, it's my boy's fate, I don't blame you."

Thank you in Fankou.

At this time, Master Long said: "Lao Liu, do you still remember the black-faced kid you brought back more than ten years ago?" Directly introduced to the topic.

Zhao Jinpeng didn't know why, "Returning to Master, I will naturally remember. That bastard is now by my godson's side. With his excellent physique, he can barely fight against the beginners of Xuan level. Why do you always ask this all of a sudden?"

"Then do you still remember where you picked up that black-faced baby?" Master Long asked again.

"This is..."

Zhao Jinpeng touched the stubble on his chin, frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head slightly: "I don't remember the exact location, but I just remember that it was in a mountainous area in the north of Batan, and the traffic was very inconvenient. When I went there, I still I was passing by on foot with my friends, and I found the little black ball by accident, seeing how pitiful he was without parents, I brought it back."

"The northern mountainous area of ​​Batan..."

Master Long repeated his words and looked at Yu Fan.

Yu Fan asked: "Are there many people around the same as Dahei?"

Only then did Zhao Jinpeng realize that Master Long was asking because of Yu Fan, and he felt a little upset.

He said: "I saw a lot, but I don't know the details. We only stayed there for one night, and left at dawn the next day."

Yu Fan frowned slightly.

Zhao Jinpeng gave little information.

If you only know this little news, it may be very difficult to find another batch of descendants of Kunlun slaves.

After all, the land of Batan is not too small, and it is not easy to find a small village in the northern mountainous area.

Unless...the descendants of the Kunlun slaves are extremely numerous and scattered in all directions, far more than a simple village.

But this possibility is too small.

One Kunlun slave is a relatively rare race, with low reproductive ability. So far, very few of them can keep their blood.

Second, if there were really a large number of people whose physical fitness was far beyond ordinary people, they would probably have been known to the major powers long ago, and they would have arrested them for research.

"Thank you, Master Zhao, for letting me know."

Although I didn't get a very clear answer, knowing a clue about "the northern mountainous area of ​​Batan" is already a good harvest.

At that moment, he said to Master Long: "Master Long, if there is nothing important, this junior will leave first. I still need to make a special trip to get the secret book of the sword manual, so you have to wait for two days."

Master Long knew that he was busy with important matters, so he nodded and said, "Well, you can go, if you have time, you can come to Bailongting more often to exchange martial arts experience."

"Okay, sure!" Yu Fan clasped his fists and left immediately.

Before leaving, the golden cicada on the old pear tree nearby vibrated its thin wings and let out a long "cicada" sound, as if it was a little bit reluctant to give up on him.

Feeling something in his heart, Yu Fan glanced at Chan'er and said with a smile, "Next time I come, I'll give you some more."