Chapter 17 (1/2)

After Chu Yan finished, he quietly observed their looks.

Judging from their performance, they should not know themselves.

This makes Chu Yan feel suspicious of their identities.

Not to mention how well-known he was in Nanyuan Prefecture, several neighboring prefectures should have heard of him.

In particular, these two people are obviously successful warriors in the real martial arts realm, and they are not likely to have no response to their own name. On the contrary, they are extremely sensitive to Chu Yan's name.

From these aspects, we can infer that it is not only the things that can show the identity that have been cleaned up.

Secretly frowned, Chu Yan quietly waiting for Zhao Ji and Feng Ru's response.

However, instead of answering Chu Yan's question directly, Zhao Ji waved his hand and said, ”little brother, since we met, we are destined. Let me tell you, my name is Zhao Ji, and this is my brother of life and death, my name is Feng Ru. We happened to pass by this time and just saved you. Speaking of what happened to you, when we saw you, you were the only survivor on the scene, the death of others -- ”

”We've been intercepted by the warrior.” Chu Yan immediately replied.

”Only the warrior?” Zhao Ji said.

”Brother Zhao, what do you mean?” Chu Yan doubts to ask a way.

”Brother Chu Yan, when we found you, we felt a trace of aura fluctuation at the scene.” Zhao Ji's tone is light, but Chu Yan can hear it, which has the flavor of doubt and interrogation.

”Brother Zhao, I know what you mean by aura fluctuation. At that time, the warrior we met used a Zhenyuan Rune to kill us. But what does it have to do with the fact that you said only the warrior?” Chu Yan said with a bitter smile, ”I didn't mean to deceive you, but I didn't understand what you said.”

”Does the warrior use the true Yuanfu?” Zhao Ji's eyes gathered and looked at Chu Yan, ”isn't it a monk?”

Suddenly, an invisible pressure came.

”As expected, Zhao Ji is at least the quintessential realm of Zhenwu!” Chu Yan was awe inspiring, but his face was still puzzled. ”Brother Zhao, the warrior was injured at that time. He pressed Zhenyuan Fu on the wound and inspired Zhenyuan Fu with his own Qi and blood. I saw with my own eyes that there would be no fake. What's the matter with the monk you said?”

Hearing Chu Yan's explanation, Zhao Ji's eyes shook. This time, instead of answering, he asked Feng Ru, ”brother Chu, don't you know the difference between a warrior and a monk?”

Chu Yan shook his head.

This time, he didn't cheat. He really didn't know.

Zhao Ji and Feng Ru have a deep look at Chu Yan for a long time, and finally confirm that he is not lying, so Feng Ru explains.

At this time, Chu Yan realized that the warrior was just a name for the real martial realm. Once he reached the Ning Mai realm, he would not be called a warrior, but a monk.

Being intercepted by a warrior and being intercepted by a monk are two completely different concepts.