The Elf System of World of Monsters and Beasts

Seeing that both parties had left, Han Dang could no longer stand still and quickly followed Zhang Fan in the direction he left.

After a while, he followed Zhang Fan.

"By the way, why didn't you take action when we were fighting just now?" Zhang Fan noticed Han Dang following him and asked casually.

"My monster has just reached level . If the three of them can't do anything to you, it will be useless for me to go up there." Han Dang looked helpless.

"Besides, it was the elder who ordered me to entertain you. The three of them also know this. They just instructed me to lure you out. There is no need for help."

"You are quite self-aware, unlike some of the people I met before." Zhang Fan put his hand on the other person's bracelet.

"What are you doing?" Han Dang was suspicious.

With a flash of light, thousands of demon spirit crystals in Zhang Fan's system space were put into the opponent's bracelet.

"You are just running errands, I won't embarrass you. The little demon spirit crystal you collected is nothing to me, just treat it as a property and return it to its original owner."

"Thank you!"

After receiving the demon spirit crystal, Han Dang was also very grateful. He thought that these belongings were just gone, but he didn't expect that Zhang Fan, who was like a hungry wolf just now, suddenly became kind to him.

"Okay, okay, I still remember the way back, so you can go ahead."

"I will wake you up tomorrow morning. We usually have to arrive on time for our Spirit Sword morning meeting."

"Morning meeting?" Zhang Fan frowned slightly.

"It's the morning meeting. Both elders and disciples have to go there. Even though you are a guest, you still have to attend and observe according to the rules. This is the elder's special order."

Why would you let me, an outsider, come to your sect’s meeting?

Although Zhang Fan was confused, he still agreed.

Then he walked back to his courtyard.

A peaceful night...

When he got up early the next day, Han Dang came over to greet him on time. Zhang Fan rubbed his sleepy eyes, stretched his waist, and packed up to go out.

This Spirit Sword morning meeting was much earlier than the usual morning classes at Tianwu Academy, and Zhang Fan couldn't get used to it for a while.

After having breakfast with Han Dang, they walked towards the Lingjian Sect's main hall.

Many disciples were walking in groups along the way, all wearing sect robes with fluttering immortality. Zhang Fan's casual clothes seemed out of place with them.

For a while, many strange eyes looked at Zhang Fan.

Although Zhang Fan came to the sect yesterday, all of their attention yesterday was on the participating teams, and they did not notice Zhang Fan as an outsider for a while.

Now they are curious about the stranger in front of them, and everyone is guessing about Zhang Fan's origin.

On the way, Chu Yu and three others happened to bump into Zhang Fan, but they didn't make any noise to attract his attention. They just walked by silently with their heads down.

Soon, under the guidance of Han Dang, Zhang Fan arrived at the door of the hall.

The main hall where the Lingjian Sect holds morning meetings is called Chengyundian. It is one of the more magnificent buildings. The three passages in front of the hall are arranged in sequence, and the passage in the middle facing the main door is undoubtedly the widest.

Zhang Fan was about to step forward, but Han Dang grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.

"Don't worry, you have to choose the right path before going up." Han Dang explained to Zhang Fan who turned his head.

"What's the point?"

"As a foreign guest, you should go up the passage on the left, while we disciples all go on the right. Only the sect masters and elders are qualified to go up the passage in the middle."

"There are so many rules. I'll just walk to the left." Zhang Fan nodded.

At this time, he thought of something and asked Xiang Handang: "Which path does Hidan usually take?"

"Same as us, the passage on the right." Han Dang replied honestly, "But when he comes, we will make way for him."

"After all these years, isn't there anyone who refuses to give in?"

"This..." Han Dang was surprised as to why Zhang Fan would ask such a strange question.

Not giving way to the sect leader’s grandson? Who wouldn't be smart enough to do this? I'm afraid it's because I don't want to hang out in the sect anymore.

"Nothing, just ask." 61

Zhang Fan patted Han Dang on the shoulder and walked up the steps on the left.

Zhang Fan was the only one to step onto this huge road, which made him even more conspicuous.

However, Zhang Fan didn't care about the other eyes and went straight to the palace gate, where he slowly waited for Han Dang.

"Here here!"

Han Dang followed the crowd on the right and finally squeezed in, and quickly greeted Zhang Fan.

Next, Zhang Fan followed him into the palace.

The momentum inside Chengyun Palace is no worse than outside, but unlike the splendor of the palace, Zhang Fan only felt a simple and dignified atmosphere when he entered.

"Let's sit here and wait until everyone arrives."

After the two sat down, other disciples approached the hall one after another.

When everyone arrived, with a dull bell ringing, the sect leader and elders of Spirit Sword also arrived.

"I have seen the Sect Master."

All the disciples stood up and saluted one after another. Zhang Fan could not continue sitting, so he had to stand up, but he did not salute like the people around him.

"Everyone, take a seat."

The old man at the head looked kind-hearted and waved his hand to signal to everyone.

Only then did all the disciples sit down in an orderly manner.

"This old man is Hidan and his grandfather Fei Wuya?"

Zhang Fan looked carefully and saw that this old guy looked a bit like his grandson, but he didn't have Hidan's cold and aloof look at all.

The four old men behind him were all about the same age, and Qingfeng Li was among them.

"In this morning meeting, I'm just going to talk about yesterday's game in Yefeng." Fei Wuya stroked his long beard.

"Everyone must already know that our Spirit Sword was defeated by Tianwu."

Although they knew the news yesterday, all the disciples lowered their heads and sighed when they heard their sect master announcing it again.

Fei Wuya, on the other hand, looked calm when he spoke, as if the loser was not his own grandson.

"Our Spirit Sword has won the championship all year round. Even if we fail occasionally, we have lost to a strong team like Xianquan. However, this time we were overtaken by Tianwu. I think there are some reasons for this." Fei Wuya said slowly.

"But it doesn't matter if you fail once, just learn a lesson."

Fei Wuya's eyes scanned back and forth among the many disciples, and finally his eyes fell on Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan was stunned.

Why is this old man targeting me?

"In order to deeply summarize this failure and learn from the experience, Elder Li Qingfeng specially invited the captain of the enemy team Tianwu to come to us."

When this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked.

The captain of Tianwu's competition this time was actually invited to his own courtyard at this moment.

So where is he now?

Everyone looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on Zhang Fan.

Not good!

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

In this huge palace, Zhang Fan is the only outsider, so the answer is easy to come out.

"Little friend Zhang Fan, come out and let everyone get to know each other." Fei Wuya looked at him with a smile.

Old bastard!

Zhang Fan cursed inwardly, and then had no choice but to stand up.

"Zhang Fan, a senior from Tianwu Academy, has met Master Fei."