Beauty's Supreme Expert

The old man's voice sounded again: "it's been a month since we talked last time. The luotian Festival is about to start. When will you come? I'm waiting for you to thank you. We Maoshan sect is very smart. It's a good place. We can have a good chat. If you don't dislike it, it's OK to call me elder brother. Can you hear me? See this thousand paper crane. This is the skill of our Maoshan sect. If you come here, I can teach you. There are so many good things to hesitate about. Come here quickly, kiss. "

After a series of rambling chatter, the thousand paper cranes caught fire and turned into ashes. This scene really saw Di Lin Fan was speechless, but soon he laughed and was very happy.

"Originally, I thought I would like to use the study quota of this exchange conference to meet the guwu family in the past, but now it seems that this quota is not needed."

Rubbing the ashes on his hands, Lin fan made a fingerprint. Then a magical scene appeared, the picture seemed to flow backward, and the ashes recovered to the thousand paper cranes. Spiritually, he rubbed against Lin Fan's fingers, then slowly rose and flew away.

"Tianshi Zhang, please add my wechat and send me the location."

After watching the paper crane fly away, Lin Fan turned away. Pack your bags and set out. In the past, the sect was more realistic than the guwu family.

At this time, about 3000 kilometers away from the capital, an old man in a Taoist robe was playing with the wood in his hand. The lifeless pieces of wood seemed to have life in his hands, forming various shapes flexibly.

Soon a wooden giant was built. After walking for a few steps, he was staggering. Finally, he fell to the ground and built a car. When he drove forward, there was still a buzz.

As beautiful as the mountain top of fairyland, but the emergence of abrupt modern machinery, people see is really confused. But the old man is leisurely and contented, take a puff of cigarette in his hand and spray a circle into the air.

"Well? My thousand paper cranes are back? "

Seeing the twinkling white spots in the air, the old man was stunned and didn't react. We should know that the thousand paper cranes that he released are all disposable. As long as the information is delivered in place, it will be automatically destroyed. Now it is back?

Isn't the message delivered? It shouldn't be.

He reached out to catch the fallen paper crane and opened his eyes in a flash: "interesting, ha ha, it's really interesting. It's really interesting to know the skills of our Maoshan sect and use them skillfully. But how does that kid know I have wechat? It's so interesting. "

Zhang Zhiwei took out the latest Huawei P30, skillfully opened wechat and added friends. When he saw Lin Fan's wechat name, he almost couldn't hold back a stumbling.

"The long land is too handsome to be beaten by others. I dare to use such a forced name. I am worthy of being a new generation of youth."

After seeing the head image and name of a shadow killer, Zhang Zhiwei's impression of Lin fan is deepened again, and he is full of expectation for the young man he has never met. After all, the festival is about to start. If Lin fan can help, there will be unexpected good news.

Lin fan, on the other side, is packing up for departure. He looks at his friend's application and then agrees. Click on the wechat avatar to see, suddenly silly eyes, a beard full of cute girl, really make people feel disgusted.

"Good afternoon, Heavenly Master. Please send us the location." Edit the message and send it.

The next second immediately received a smirk expression: "Xiao Fanfan, come to Maoshan sect quickly, the Lun family wants to die of you."