"He has been provoking many things. I think this kid still has to cause trouble at this party. We will go in and watch it after the reception. We will also take a look at this lively scene."...

"Hmm? Isn't that my dad? Why are you with a young man?"

Mr. Wu, who had just entered the tea shop, saw his father and Chen Fan being together, and was a little curious. He seemed very polite to Chen Fan when he heard his father's tone!

However, Mr. Wu didn't care. Seeing a beautiful woman in the distant corner, he walked over to chat with her glass.

At this moment, Wu Ming and Chen Fan were together and had a conversation, but Wu Ming wanted to take Chen Fan as his teacher.

How could Chen Fan agree? And Wu Ming is not qualified to become his apprentice.

Chen Fan directly and decisively refused, which made Wu Ming very embarrassed. Wu Ming's old face turned red and suddenly said with shamelessness:

"Mr. Chen, I am also a master of metaphysics in Xiangdao. I know a lot of things and know magic. Although I am a little bitch compared to you, as your apprentice, this... shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

"You are too old, and what are the benefits of accepting you as your disciple? No? You are not a beauty or a genius with excellent talent. I am so idle when I accept you as your disciple?"

Chen Fan waved his hand, but naturally he would not agree.

In fact, Wu Ming is not only a little older, but he still has the talent for cultivation, but Chen Fan does not have that leisure time.

Not everyone is qualified to be his apprentice. Of course, it doesn’t have to depend on talent. It’s not impossible if Chen Fan is in a good mood, but it’s obvious that Chen Fan is not so good that he can just accept disciples.

Chen Fan said Wu Ming's face was extremely awkward. Fortunately, not many people heard it. He blushed and took a sip of red wine, so he stopped talking about this.

Judging from Chen Fan's expression, he didn't seem to want to accept disciples, and he would be talking about the best one another day.

But he would never give up. Wu Ming knew that Chen Fan's methods were simply a monster, and according to rumors, the sword god of China was deposed by this person.

This is the news he specifically found out. Many people in the alleys do not know it, but he knows it.

Therefore, Wu Ming knew how terrible the young man in front of him was, so he must flatter him. He also had to be more concerned about his old face. It was obviously not a matter of time.

"what to do?"

Wu Ming's eyes were more anxious than the monkeys, "After this party, I must have had very little contact with Chen Fan. If I don't seize the opportunity today, I will be gone from now on."

But what can I do? People are unwilling to accept apprentices.

Um?

Wu Ming seemed to suddenly think of something and said to Chen Fan, "Mr. Chen, it is said that you and Blood Eagle have some holidays. Is that true?"

"Blood Eagle?"

Chen Fan brows moved, "What, what news do you have?"

"That's right. Blood Eagle has been secretly inquiring about your news. And they may also appear at this party today. I have some connections in the alley, so it's not difficult to know that these are not difficult.

So, after Mr. Chen came this time, he would leave early to avoid some trouble. After all, this is an alley. Of course, I don’t doubt Mr. Chen’s strength, but Mr. Chen was invited by me. You can’t be disturbed here.”

Wu Mingdao.

"Haha, just a few killers, just let them go, they don't move. If they move me, I will directly destroy the blood eagle in the alley."

Chen Fandao.

"Mr. Chen is domineering!"

Wu Ming raised a thumbs up, "That's right, with Mr. Chen's strength, who dares to do whatever he wants?"

"Mr. Chen, drink tea."

While talking, Wu Ming handed over another cup of tea.

Chen Fan nodded, not caring about the Blood Eagle, but just paid attention to the appraisal meeting held by the tea shop later.

"Mr. Chen, drink."

After a while, Wu Ming poured another glass of red wine and handed it to Chen Fan. His smiling face did not look like a famous master of metaphysics, but he became a younger brother to Chen Fan.

Everyone around was extremely surprised after seeing this.

I thought to myself, what the hell is this? When will the master of metaphysics Wu Ming have to serve tea and water to others?

Is this appropriate?

At this moment, people have almost gathered, and the beautiful waiters outside have also come in here to maintain the scene and serve.

"Mr. Chen, I'm not with you."

Suddenly, Wu Ming seemed to be anxious and walked for a while. At this time, the people next to him were already talking, saying that Wu Ming was acting like something in front of Chen Fan, which was a bit abnormal.

It just so happened that Wu Ming's son, Mr. Wu, heard some discussion from a distance, frowned, and felt unhappy.

"Who is this kid? Is this big face so much, let my dad be so polite?"

Mr. Wu couldn't figure it out that he could not be a disciple of the aristocratic families of the big families in the Xiangdao, right? But looking at Chen Fan's face, it seemed that this kid was very handsome?

You have to ask carefully.

"Hey, boy."

Mr. Wu would not be polite to Chen Fan. He sat up and down next to Chen Fan, his right leg trembled constantly, and his eyes never stopped on Chen Fan's face. "I just heard someone say that you are very arrogant in front of my dad. My dad serves tea and pours water. Who are you?"

If it were the disciples of the aristocratic family he knew, Mr. Wu would never dare to speak like this, but Chen Fan was really too handsome and dressed too ordinary, which simply violated his understanding of the second generation of rich people, the disciples of rich families, and the disciples of the martial arts family.

Which of the younger generations with power and backgrounds is not wearing expensive watches, and they are more rich and rich, but Chen Fan.

The street-style goods worn by them are definitely not the taste of rich second generations.

There is only one possibility. Chen Fan has no background and is not a rich second generation. He is just an ordinary person who doesn't understand him. As for why his father is so polite to Chen Fan, could it be that Chen Fan seized the handle of his father?

But it is impossible. His father, Feng Shui master, did nothing wrong with the world. What happened to Chen Fan?

He couldn't figure it out, and since he couldn't figure it out, he had to ask.

"Strange, Master Wu Ming was very polite to the young man, but his son dared to do whatever he wanted."

The beautiful waiter and others had seen Wu Ming respect Chen Fan before. At this moment, he saw Mr. Wu's smile on Chen Fan, looking like he was beating and constantly asking questions, and he thought that his son was better than me.

Mr. Wu kept asking Chen Fan at this moment, and he was almost coming up to pry open Chen Fan's mouth.

"You didn't hear me talking to you? I told you where you are, what's your name? How did you know my dad? You're like a fool here, you talk to you."

Mr. Wu stared at Chen Fan, "I believe it or not, I will beat you up? Do you know who I am? I am Mr. Wu."

"Well, I know. But your dad dares not talk to me like this. You are his son, aren't you afraid?"
Chapter completed!