The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

On Xuanjing Xicheng Street, there was unprecedented excitement at this moment.

Because Chen Fan is leading people in filial obedience and carrying the coffin on his shoulders, Chen Fan has almost taken people around Xuan Jing along the way. Now the whole Xuan Jing knows that Chen Fan will go to the Great Wall for wheel defense. Come back to a 100-meter-high Jingguan built with the head of a sun slave.

Behind Chen Fan, it attracted hundreds of people to follow. Everyone wanted to meet, Chen Fan and other great heroes, great heroes!

"Chen Fan, are we really going to drink flower wine like this?"

Wu Aiguo opened his mouth to ask Chen Fan from the side, and Dong Xiaohu's coffin was on his shoulder.

"I promised my brothers before that I will bring everyone to drink after returning to Beijing. Now even though we are separated forever, my Chen Fan's promise is still counted!"

Chen Fan's words set the tone for this matter, and no one said a word, but their eyes were full of tragic.

They all understand that this is Chen Fan's own way to see off his brothers!

In a blink of an eye, Xuanjing’s most famous brothel appeared in front of him. The place was called Yihongyuan, and it was a place that countless dignitaries and dignitaries often pay attention to.

This is Chen Fan's destination too!

"Yeah, what are you doing, my princes? Our Yihong Courtyard is a place to have fun."

Just coming to the main entrance of Yihongyuan, a well-dressed old bustard walked out. It was obvious that this person was the shopkeeper of Yihongyuan. It is said that everyone called her Aunt Hong.

Chen Fan ordered the people behind to put Jingguan down from the battle horse, and then looked at Aunt Hong and said: "I am Chen Fan, and now I am bringing my brothers here to drink. I hope Aunt Hong will make it easier."

When Chen Fan's voice fell, a strange brilliance suddenly appeared in Aunt Hong's eyes.

She looked at Chen Fan carefully for a long time, and then lingered on the Jingguan for a while before she said: "You are the legendary little hero Chen Fan. Are you all the tiger guards who killed slaves in the north?"

"Aunt Hong knows me?" Chen Fan asked suspiciously.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this statement came out, Aunt Hong's eyes burst into tears.

"I was originally from the north, and all my relatives in my family were killed by Zhinu. I came to Xuanjing and sold myself into the brothel after being displaced. Zhinu is my life and death foe. I dream of killing them one by one!"

Aunt Hong wiped away the tears, her face bloomed again, and she said to the girls in the brothel at the back: "Girls, come out to pick up guests, and blast away all those in the room who have not yet woken up. We are closed today. Specially entertaining heroes returning from the north!"

When the words fell, Aunt Hong bowed to Chen Fan deeply, with an unprecedented pious attitude: "We are in the body of a broken flower and a willow. We have no longevity and no cultivation. You are brave enough to kill the enemy in the north. Please Chen Hou today. Lord asked me to do something for the heroes, today, please!"

When the voice fell, Aunt Hong turned around and left, immediately greeted the guys in Yihong Academy, and started to work, all the good wines and food were ready, and all the beautiful girls came out!

In an instant, the entire Yihong Academy moved, and Chen Fan felt unprecedented warmth in his heart.

He once thought about whether the people of Yihongyuan would let them in if he was carrying the coffin and wearing filial attire.

But now, Chen Fan has nothing but gratitude in his heart, thank this world, there are people who have reason!

I also thank Aunt Hong for making my brothers feel the warmth!

"Every dog ​​slaughter in Zhanyi is full of scholars, and the ancients sincerely don't deceive me!" Chen Fan slowly raised his head. In the air, he seemed to see his more than fifty brothers drinking together.