Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Downstairs.

"We don't know you, so why should you be able to see our Master if you want to?" Wei Feng looked at them askance, with a foppish look.

"Go back where you came from, don't bother us with irrelevant people." Luo Yu also spoke his mind without a heed, picking up the peanut on the table and tossing one into his mouth.

Du Fan sat smiling, waving the fan in his hand gently without speaking.

"We are from the Soaring Clouds Immortal Sect, we would like to pay a visit to your Lord, please inform our presence." The middle-aged man spoke in a deep voice, not bothering with them, however, not a single one of them paid attention to him at all.

"So what if you're from the Soaring Clouds Immortal Sect? We don't know you guys, and my Master doesn't like trouble, so my Master doesn't have the time to see you."

It was the first time he encountered people who simply did not place the Soaring Clouds Immortal Sect in his eyes, even the middle-aged man could not help but narrow his eyes and his expression sank at this moment. He looked at them and asked while cupping his hand, "So, dare I ask all of you, what sect or clan do you come from?"

"What has it got to do with you guys as to what sect or clan we've come from?" Du Fan said with a smile, but the words that came out were very brash and rude.

Seeing that these people were soft and hard, and that they choked them with the very opening of their mouths, the pressure on the middle-aged man's body spread out due to the surge of anger, however, just at this moment, a hand rested on the middle-aged man's shoulder.

"Senior Brother."

The white robed man who walked up from the back put his hand on the middle-aged man's shoulder, and a dark force in his palm would allow him to withdraw his mighty pressure.

When the middle-aged man saw that it was him, he took a deep breath before saying, "Didn't you say you weren't coming? How come you're here again?"

The man in white sighed helplessly and said, "If I don't come, do you want to fight with them?"

"How could I? I just want to compare a little with these guys!" The middle-aged man spoke in a deep voice, his eyes looking at the few people inside before his gaze landed on Du Fan, saying, "Would Your Excellency dare to answer my challenge!"

Du Fan lightly shook his fan and laughed, "I don't even know who you are, so why should I answer your challenge?"

"Hmph! I think Your Excellency doesn't dare!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, his face showing disdain.

"Yeah, I don't dare." Du Fan smiled and narrowed his eyes as he spoke, only, where was the fear in that look? If anyone took a look, he knew that it was just perfunctory.

The middle-aged man was annoyed, at that moment, his hand flipped and he struck out a palm violently towards Du Fan. His movement was so fast that the white robed man next to him could not stop him in time.

"Senior Brother!"

The man in white was shocked, but in the end, he could not stop him, he only felt that when his Senior Brother struck that palm, there was a hidden uneasiness rising in his heart.

According to his observation, these people were each and every one of them unpredictable, and after knowing that they were from the Soaring Clouds Immortal Sect, they were still able to disregard them, so it was evident that they were by no means generalized.

Who was the other party? It was really not a wise move to make a move without even figuring out what their origin was.

Seeing that person's palm strike coming, Du Fan still had a smile on his face, only his eyes narrowed, the fan in his hand swung, a wind blade attacked, and the other party's incoming palm was struck, the wind blade crossed the air, and struck directly towards the middle-aged man.

Seeing the wind blade that contained a stern aura, the white robed man's heart sank and he shouted, "All of you, get out of the way!"

Seeing his Senior Brother standing there without even reacting, he hurriedly stepped forward to pull him away, narrowly avoiding that strike.