Vol 1 Chapter 16 (2/2)

After Old Fei left, Little Fan Xian was very lonely One night, he stealthily sneaked through the dog-hole and carocery store that was seldo farass in the corner of the stone stairway, he unlocked and entered

It was pitch-black within the grocery shop up until Fan Xian entered froht into the roo the rice wine that was prepared for hi sweetly, he helped himself to a bowl of it

Five-Bamboo did not drink Fan Xian has also never seen him eat, so he was used to it It was a typical scene of a person drinking, the only curious part of this was that the person who drank like a heroic vagrant (hobo heh heh ~MCM) was only a young boy Whoever stumbled upon such a scene would be dazed

However, Five-Ba He never showed any intention of stopping him and would even prepare a few cold dishes to co master

Although it was only rice wine, it was still possible to beco too much Fan Xian narrowed his adorably drunk eyes (I have no idea… ~MCM) and looked at that expressionless face that does not seee “Uncle, how are you able to remain the sae”

“Looks like being one of the continent’s strongest fighters allows you to have eternal youth…… But, didn’t you say you have never practised inner energy?” he continued his ue

“Uncle, how ures are there in this world? What’s their level?”

“Levels? What’re they?” The drunken brat had absolutely no idea what he was spouting (Not quite sure about this part 漏洞 was used here, ht re-evaluate this at a later date ~MCM)

“What’s your level?”

“Level zero?”

“What about the idiot in Eastern Yi who practices the Four Gu Sword Techniques? What’s his level then?”

“Also level zero?”

“What about that Head of so, Liu Yun? What’s his level?”

“Still level zero?”

Throughout the entire conversation, the only one speaking was Fan Xian In the end, he chortled and said, “Then that won’t do, I also have to train until my level is zero”

The blind Five-Ba the radish into fine shreds His blade ift, but it would only touch the top of the wooden board before coh kitchens, you would notice that the chopping board would be full of scratches and so too fast and hard This guy has the blade barely touching the board This guy puts Gordon Ra level; the radish shreds were consistent in thickness, flawless and beautifully decked unto the chopping board like crystals It was as if it was measured and chopped by a machine

Five-Ba to Fan Xian’s side and shoving the vegetable knife in his hands