C15 Wandering Warlock

"Bandits!" Mu Linger called out.

"Bandits?" "It seems that someone is telling a fortune." At this moment, the little fatty finally finished eating the two steamed buns. His round eyes looked ahead, only to see a group of people moving about. Above the dozens of people was a piece of white cloth fluttering in the wind.

"Is the bandit telling his fortune?" Fang Yi wondered. Weren't bandits robbing homes? When did you start learning from the common folk to find the fortune-teller?

"Is it really a bandit?!" "Then let's go back to Sanlang first. We'll come back when they're gone." When the little fatty heard that Fang Yi was a bandit, his entire body trembled. He hastily pulled on Fang Yi's sleeve and spoke with a nervous expression.

"You won't?" "We are cultivators, why should we be afraid of those bandits?" Mu Linger looked disdainfully at the little fatty.

"Who said I'm scared? I just don't want to hurt mortals. No matter how repulsive bandits are, they're still mortals. As cultivators, how can we hurt mortals like this?" The little fatty hurriedly said. However, his small round eyes were twinkling. It was obvious that he wasn't speaking from the bottom of his heart.

"Hmph, he died without any guts." Mu Linger snorted.

"Let's not talk anymore. Let's go up and take a look. If it really is a bandit, let's give that fortune-teller a hand." After Fang Yi finished speaking, he walked forward.

"Let's go, coward." Mu Linger looked contemptuously at the little fatty before she quickly followed him up the mountain.

"Hey, wait for me …" The little fatty shook his fat body as he ran to catch up to the two of them.

"My lords, I have nothing but this white cloth and a few old fortune-telling books. Why don't you let this old man go?" An old man with completely white hair and wearing a Daoist robe, who looked like a sage, begged the strong man around him to destroy his immortal appearance.

However, the bandits around him ignored him and continued to glare at the old man.

"Boss, someone is coming." A bandit inadvertently turned his head, but he could vaguely see three people walking over.

"Like I said, how could I be unlucky? I only met this fated old fogey who didn't even have a penny. He's actually behind the big fish, haha …"

The man known as the Great Master held a huge axe in his hand. He was bare-chested and his entire body was over seven feet tall. He laughed out loud as he turned around and looked forward.

When he turned around, he immediately attracted the attention of the rest of the bandits. Everyone looked towards the direction the Great Master had turned to.

The old man also narrowed his eyes and followed the bandit's gaze. When he saw the three, his muddy old eyes lit up, and then his body trembled. He stared fixedly at Fang Yi as if he'd discovered something.

However, at this moment, all the bandits' attention was on Fang Yi and the other two and they didn't notice the old man's abnormality.

"Huh?" "Motherf * cker, why are there three little fellows who haven't even grown all their fur?" The Great Master cursed angrily. It was clear that he had encountered a bad old man who was telling his fortune. He had also encountered a little kid who had yet to dry from the smell of milk. This caused him to be furious in his heart.

"Were the three children stupid?" "He actually came to us in a daze when he saw us. Are you not afraid of death?" A petite bandit asked doubtfully.

"F * ck, catch all of them and use them as laborers for laozi." The Great Master shouted in anger and beckoned his subordinates to capture the three people beside him.

"Here they come, let's run, otherwise …" When he saw three tall bandits walk over, the little fatty hurriedly swayed his fat body and followed closely behind Fang Yi with a nervous expression on his face.

"Hmph, useless fellow." Mu Linger said in disdain.

"You three little fellows, obediently follow me. Otherwise, hmph …" The three bandits walked in front of Fang Yi and the others. One of them, a dark faced man with a large blade on his shoulder, stepped forward and spoke viciously.

"All of you, scram! Otherwise, die!" A cold voice came from Fang Yi's mouth.

"You …." Immortal … "Immortal?!" Just as he was about to teach this arrogant kid a lesson, he saw a fist-sized fireball appear out of thin air as Fang Yi raised his right hand. It floated in midair just like that, and its eyes revealed a look of fear as it spoke while trembling.

Although cultivators normally wouldn't casually use spells in front of mortals, that didn't mean that mortals didn't know about the existence of immortals. When they saw the fireball, they immediately thought of immortals.

Not far away, all the bandits were stunned. Some of them even lost their grip on their weapons and fell to the ground with a clang.

"That's right, we are Immortals. Hurry up and get the hell out of here. Could it be that you want to try this immortal's magic?" Seeing that the three in front of him had frightened expressions, the little fatty proudly ran to the front, waving his chubby little hands as he loudly said. Compared to his previous cowardly state, he was completely different, as if he was the boss.

"Humph, this guy is just like a fox trying to show off." Mu Linger snorted softly.

"Run!"

It was unknown who shouted first, but in an instant, all the bandits became a mess and ran off into the distance. The funniest thing was the seven feet tall Great Master. When he heard his subordinate shout 'immortal', he was so frightened that the giant axe in his hand fell to the ground. He immediately abandoned his subordinates and was the first to run away.

"A bunch of useless bastards." Mu Linger muttered as she looked discontentedly at the bandit who had managed to escape after a short while.

"The old man thanks the three deities for their help." Seeing that the group of bandits had already left, the fortune-teller walked over and spoke to the three of them.

"The old gentleman is too polite. The three of us just happened to meet each other." Fang Yi smiled and pinched his fingers together, extinguishing the fireball.

"Have we met this Immortal Elder before?" "When the old man saw you, he had the same feeling." The fortune-telling old man narrowed his eyes after he finished speaking and stared at Fang Yi.

"You must be joking, sir. I have been staying in the mountains with you until recently. How could I have met you?" Fang Yi shook his head, thinking that the fortune-telling elder had mistaken him for someone else.

"I said, fortune-teller, you're not trying to cheat me, are you?" "We are immortals, be careful not to get beaten up!" The little fatty suddenly scuttled out and waved his fat little hand in front of the old man, feigning anger.

"How dare I, old man?" "Why don't I do the math for you for free?" The old man rolled his eyes and said to Fang Yi.

"Well, you do." "If your calculations are wrong, you better be careful and find a fight!" Without waiting for Fang Yi to speak, the little fatty quickly added.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, sir." Seeing that the old man had already picked up his palm and was carefully examining it, Fang Yi no longer tried to shirk away.