Chapter Thirty-Three The Difference of One Thought

Zhu Zhengqi was also looking at Yang Fan seriously.

This young man, who seemed to have no other characteristics besides being a little good-looking, could not tell the depth at a glance.

Mingming is not very old, but her eyes are full of different melancholy and vicissitudes. Te Niang's actually looks like an old man who is a hundred years older than him.

It felt like an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years wearing a young skin, which made people feel a little panicky.

In addition, the breath on his body is absent, and standing there is extremely relaxed and natural, as if it has been integrated with the surrounding environment and is impeccable.

"Young man, I see that you have a long breath, a restrained breath, and occasionally flashes of divine light in your eyes. Could it be that you are also a congenital warrior?"

Zhu Zhengqi asked Yang Fan uncertainly.

All the characteristics of Yang Fan's body are very in line with the external expression of the innate powerhouse, and Zhu Zhengqi's feeling also tells him that this is a martial arts innate like him.

But looking at Yang Fan's age, he was only about twenty-five or six years old. Even if he started to practice martial arts at the age of three, he would never have achieved such a high level of achievement in a short period of about twenty years.

That's why Zhu Zhengqi asked this question, because he couldn't believe that someone could be a genius when he was only in his twenties.

If this is the case, then these martial artists who are in their 40s and 50s, or even in their 80s or 90s, have become innate warriors, haven't they all lived on dogs all these years?

"innate?"

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that in some of Zhu Huanan's memory fragments, there were indeed some records about the innate realm, which was another name for Huaxia warriors to the faded realm before the recovery of spiritual power.

Only those warriors who are extremely talented and have reached the pinnacle of martial arts have the opportunity to reach the innate realm. Such warriors are extremely rare, and in many cases it is a blessing to have a congenital among warriors of the same generation.

In an era when spiritual power was extremely thin or even without any spiritual power at all, these people were able to rely on the internal energy they cultivated and spent decades of work, and once they faded away, their martial arts talent was definitely among the millions. None.

Such a person, if placed in the Western Chu City period, would definitely be a powerful existence that could surpass the master level in the apocalypse where the concentration of spiritual energy was extremely strong!

"I can barely be regarded as a half innate martial artist." Yang Fan nodded humbly and said, "After all, compared to those true innate-level martial arts seniors, my Daoism is still far behind, but I just took a lot of luck and reluctantly moved forward. The innate threshold is really ashamed."

In the eyes of the innate warriors of this era, the innate of the third-level martial artist should be the weakest and lowest innate, right?

"Trick?" Zhu Zhengqi's thoughts moved, and he asked in a stern voice, "Is it because of those spirit fruits you and Caiwei discovered together yesterday? I heard Caiwei said that you ate three in a row, right?"

He asked this question, but Zhu Zhengqi was almost certain in his heart that Yang Fan's innate realm must have been built up by the three cherry tomatoes, otherwise, there would never be anyone in their twenties in this world. Congenital warriors appeared.

Having personally experienced the shocking energy contained in the Spirit Fruit, Zhu Zhengqi has no doubts about it.

This is definitely a great opportunity!

It's a pity that a large part of it was cheaply given to the young man in front of him.

Yang Fan didn't explain too much, just nodded slightly to show his approval. This is a good explanation, which can save him a lot of words.

"That kind of spiritual fruit, is there any more?"

A trace of greed flashed in Zhu Zhengqi's eyes. No one could maintain a normal heart when facing such a treasure of heaven and earth.

Yang Fan shook his head slightly: "For the time being, there is no more."

"However," Yang Fan's words changed, and Zhu Zhengqi's eyes became eager again: "The holy tomato tree is still there,

Maybe after a while, there will be new fruits. "

"Furthermore, there is not only one mutated and awakened monster plant in this world. If Mr. Zhu is interested, he might as well go to other places to look for it. Maybe there will be some unexpected harvests."

Zhu Zhengqi took a deep breath, and the greed in his eyes gradually faded away. Yang Fan was right. There is not only the cherry tomato tree in Dongcheng in this world, and there is absolutely no need for him to hang himself on a tree.

With their Zhu Family's human and financial resources, it is not a problem at all to obtain the ownership of these mutant spirit plants in a short period of time.

"Hahaha, thank you little brother for reminding me that Zhu has written down this favor."

Zhu Zhengqi solemnly gave Yang Fan a fist, which is a unique etiquette among warriors, "Also, Zhu will also remember the gift of the little brother last night, if the little brother encounters any difficulties in the future, you can Come to me directly."

"Mr. Zhu, you are very polite. That virgin fruit is something that belongs to Miss Zhu. How you want to use it is your own business. I don't dare to take credit."

Yang Fan smiled and shook his head gently, not taking Zhu Zhengqi's promise seriously.

In the last days, the most unbelievable thing is the promise, and the most unpredictable thing is the human heart.

After all, not all human beings are those who are righteous and fearless, traitors who choose to go to the back of the demon clan to stab their compatriots, and those who only care about themselves and the lives of others. There are also not a few.

Yang Fan's heart was clear. Zhu Zhengqi's eyes were a little abnormal just now. Especially when he mentioned Lingguo, the greed in his eyes flashed. God knows if he will repay his kindness and revenge, and want to kill people and seize treasures?

Yang Fanke has never placed his own safety on the kindness and compassion of others.

He deliberately threw information about the cherry tomatoes and other demon plants to Zhu Zhengqi, just to eliminate Zhu Zhengqi's coveted heart for him, and now it seems that the effect is not bad.

On the one hand, he is a congenital warrior who may not be inferior to him, and on the other hand, he is a masterless demon plant that can be easily obtained. As long as Zhu Zhengqi is not stupid, he will know what kind of choice is most beneficial to him.

Right now, Yang Fan doesn't want to cause trouble. Before the end of the world, quickly improving his own strength is his most urgent need now.

Of course, if Zhu Zhengqi really doesn't have long eyes and insists on getting along with him, Yang Fan doesn't mind giving him a deep lesson. Even if he is the grandfather of the South China Grandmaster, he cannot be used to it.

Zhu Zhengqi said: "You're welcome, little brother, Caiwei has already told me the cause and effect of the incident in detail, if it wasn't for the little brother's righteous action, Caiwei might have suffered an accident. The kindness of the family will never be forgotten."

Zhu Zhengqi spoke very enthusiastically, with the arrogance that he could stick a knife to Yang Fan's side, but he did not show any concrete expressions in action.

Yang Fan expressed disappointment.

Just being grateful has a fart, wouldn't it be better if it was really sincere?

It's a pity that he is still a shameful person, and these words can only be thought in his heart.

The crisis in the villa was temporarily lifted, Zhu Zhengqi notified the helicopter to land, and Zhu Caiwei and Zhu Huawu came to the living room one after another.

As soon as she came in, Zhu Caiwei trotted towards Yang Guo, hugged the little girl in her arms, and said excitedly, "Guo Guo, I really scared my sister to death, it's great that you're okay!"

When Yang Guo saw an acquaintance, she also hugged Zhu Caiwei affectionately, "Sister Caiwei, don't worry, I'm fine, don't you think I'm fine now?"

Zhu Caiwei suddenly let go of Yang Guo and circled around her twice to make sure that she was not injured at all, and then she really calmed down. She took her little hand and sat down beside her, and asked in a earnest voice, "Follow my sister quickly. Tell me, what happened, why didn't I answer the call to you before?"

Yang Guo's smart watch was still well worn on her wrist, and there seemed to be no problem.

Hearing Zhu Caiwei's question, Yang Guo raised her right hand and glanced at it, and found that there were indeed two missed calls on her watch, so she scratched her head embarrassedly, and said, "Maybe it was because I was too frightened at the time and didn't notice it at all. The vibration of the wristband."

"Sister Caiwei, you don't even know what terrible things happened in our family today!"

Yang Guo said with lingering fears: "First of all, your little turtle suddenly grew up in a circle, and even learned to walk on two feet, and walked very fast, it's scary!"

"Then my fat fat suddenly went crazy, rushed over and ate your little turtle, and then fat fat started to get bigger and bigger, and finally grew taller than me, it's right I grinned and wanted to pounce on me!"

"As soon as I was scared, I squatted on the ground and shouted. Then brother Yang Fan arrived. He killed Fatty and saved me."

When Zhu Caiwei heard the words, she couldn't help but cast her gaze to Yang Fan with gratitude in her eyes: "Yang Fan, thank you, thanks to you today!"

Yang Fan shrugged and said, "You're welcome, this is my responsibility. But that fat cat is actually... Forget it, let's not talk about it."

Yang Fan originally wanted to explain the cause of the fat cat's death, but he gave up in the end. If Yang Guo knew that she actually killed the cat herself, she would probably scream in fear.

The lethality of this elementary school student cannot be resisted by anyone.

"You don't need to say it, I understand!"

Zhu Caiwei nodded vigorously at Yang Fan, and said, "I blamed you at the police station before. You are right, it turns out that those pets might actually turn into man-eating monsters to attack their owners!"

"It's ridiculous that I was still laughing at you for being persecuted delusional. Now it seems that the real ridiculous person is me!"

With the facts in front of her, Zhu Caiwei couldn't help not believing it, especially when she saw the giant black Tibetan mastiff nearly three meters tall that suddenly stood up from the sofa behind Yang Fan, she was so frightened that she almost wanted to pee.

She knew this dog.

It is the heart and soul of the bodyguard Artest, whose name is "Black Lion".