"Hmph, I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Looking at the approaching man, Jiang Fan couldn't help but sneer.

For ordinary people, the momentum attribute he possesses is like a nuclear bomb.

Don't look at his thin and weak appearance now, if he really gets angry, I'm afraid he will have to lie down on this street.

A character like him, who is even afraid of himself, would be afraid of a passerby?

Seeing that the man with the scorpion tattoo was getting closer and closer, Jiang Fan's eyes were already flashing with silver light.

But at this time, Jiang Fan suddenly felt a feeling of discomfort in his body, and then the silver light receded like a tide.

"Huh?"

Immediately, Jiang Fan felt a fiery fist that smashed directly into his face.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Maybe this man has practiced, when this fist touched Jiang Fan's face, Jiang Fan felt as if he had been hit by a locomotive.

Immediately, he spun in the air a few times and fell heavily to the ground.

"What the hell is going on?"

Jiang Fan's mind was blank, but next, a pair of black leather shoes expanded in front of him.

Ten minutes later

Jiang Fan was lying on the ground with a bruised face, feeling that his whole body was about to fall apart.

"Donor, are you alright?"

The old monk appeared in front of Jiang Fan.

"Ahem, it's okay!"

Jiang Fan tried to sit up and sighed leisurely.

"Donor, I don't think you don't have the strength to fight back, but why don't you fight back?"

The old monk suddenly asked such a question.

"Really? I really didn't have the power to fight back. ”

Although Jiang Fan said this, his gaze at the old monk changed.

In fact, just now, after the tattooed man hit him a few times, Jiang Fan found that his momentum attribute had returned to normal.

But at that time, the evil thought of wanting to attack people only flashed in Jiang Fan's heart for a moment, and then Jiang Fan gave up.

Why is this so?

In recent days, Jiang Fan has often used his momentum attribute to fight the enemy.

After a long time, Jiang Fan has a feeling that he is invincible in the world with the momentum attribute.

But at the moment when his momentum attribute disappeared, Jiang Fancai suddenly felt that if one day he lost his momentum attribute, wouldn't he become a small character who could be bullied by everyone before.

Suddenly, Jiang Fan understood why the chess world had been resisting the use of momentum attributes on ordinary people.

It's not because the momentum attribute will hurt ordinary people, but after using it too much, people with momentum attributes will subconsciously have a sense of superiority that is difficult to control.

If there are more such people in the world, then one day, the world will become chaotic.

Therefore, not using the momentum attribute on ordinary people is actually a way for seniors in the chess world to protect their juniors.

It was precisely because he figured this out that Jiang Fan finally gave up using the momentum attribute to attack other people, and let these people punch and kick.

Unexpectedly, this point was actually recognized by the old monk.

"Is the donor really a good man?"

The old monk sighed.

"You just see my good side and think I'm a good person, and I've done a lot of bad things."

Speaking of this, Jiang Fan also sighed a little.

Speaking of which, from the very beginning, he never considered himself a good person.

The truly kind people in this world can't survive, this is the law of survival, and no one can change it.

"Huh...... In the eyes of the old monk, hypocrisy is the most terrible thing. ”

Unexpectedly, the next words of the old monk made Jiang Fan stunned.

Jiang Fan looked at the old monk for a long time, and finally laughed, "It seems that the master is also a wonderful person." ”

"Haha, the donor has something to do, please don't leave it at that."

The old monk clasped his hands together, turned to leave, and after a while, disappeared into the crowd.

"What a weird old monk."

Jiang Fan smiled, and then went to the nearest convenience store.

After a while, I bought some bread and instant noodles and prepared to check out.

But when he took out the money, he suddenly found that the Grandpa Mao that Han Lulu gave him was missing.

"Holy! What's going on? ”

Jiang Fan dug through all his pockets, but in the end he still didn't find the hundred yuan.

At this time, the waiter at the convenience store was already a little impatient.

"I'm sorry, the customer in the back has been waiting for a long time, if your thing is missing, you can go back inside and look for it."

"Uh...... I'm sorry, I don't want these things. ”

Jiang Fan's brows jumped, and he could only put down the food in his hand in embarrassment, and ran out of the convenience store as if he were running away.

"Isn't that the time to be beaten?"

Jiang Fan was puzzled.

However, at this time, Jiang Fan saw an acquaintance.

It turned out to be the old monk again.

At this time, the old monk was listening blankly to the chatter of a small vendor selling cushions.

"Master, my cushion is soft and comfortable, so I can ensure that you can sit on it and study the scriptures much more smoothly."

"Oh, how much?"

The old monk asked blankly.

"Originally, one hundred, but now it's discounted, as long as ninety-nine, ninety-nine can make your scripture study level on the next level, what are you hesitating about?"

The small traders were gushing, but Jiang Fan, who heard this, frowned.

"Damn, lie to the old man, he's still a monk, this guy is ruthless enough."

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan was about to drink the old monk, but he didn't expect the old monk to grope for a while, and he actually took out a familiar Grandpa Mao.

"Huh? Why is it so familiar! ”

Jiang Fan's eyes widened.

Although when Han Lulu gave Jiang Fan money, Jiang Fan didn't look at it carefully.

But Jiang Fan vaguely remembered that there was a crack on that Grandpa Mao.

Looking at it now, the crack in the old monk's hand is almost the same as the one hair he had before.

"Here you go!"

It was Jiang Fan's hesitation that the old monk had already handed Grandpa Mao to the small trader and exchanged it for the cushion that looked inferior.

"I'll go!"

When the old monk took the money recovered by the small trader, Jiang Fan reacted.

But at this time, the old monk had already discovered Jiang Fan and walked over quickly.

"Donor, we're meeting again."

"It's a meeting, do you always explain where that Grandpa Mao came from?"

Jiang Fan smiled bitterly, how could he feel that he had a tendency to blacken again.

"Picked it up."

The old monk was very sure.

"Oh, picked up, picked up there."

As soon as he heard that he had picked it up, Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he was a little nervous if he had lost his money.

However, the old monk's next sentence made Jiang Fan stunned.

"You picked it up in your pocket."

"Huh?"

Jiang Fan's mouth opened wide.

Isn't what he picks up in his pocket what he steals?

"You stole my stuff?"

Jiang Fan's face turned cold.

"It's not stealing, it's picking up!"

The old monk was very sure.

"Master, do you know that this money was given to me by someone else?"

Jiang Fan's eyes already had a silver light circulating, and he was obviously angry.

"Since it's in my hands, it's naturally destined for me."

The old monk looked at Jiang Fan directly, as if he was observing something.

"Master, what kind of logic are you?"

Obviously, Jiang Fan didn't move, but it seemed that a storm was coming.

"Robber logic."

The old monk actually answered truthfully.

"Robber logic?"

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, and the light in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

"Because I am stronger than you, you must obey me."

The old monk slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, Jiang Fan felt that something was wrong.

This old monk showed a very wrong state from the time he first appeared, and then, he encountered it twice inexplicably.

Moreover, these three times, extremely unusual things have happened.

Jiang Fan's eyes flickered, and after a long time, his eyes suddenly twitched, "Master, don't you want to take me as an apprentice!" ”