"I wonder what you told Chi Mei and the others to serve me well, was your purpose to lower my guard?"

The man looked bewildered, as if he couldn't believe that Zhang Fan had gotten everything right.

"Let me see what you really look like."

Zhang Fan stepped forward, trying to find the transformation talisman on the other person's body.

He searched for a long time but couldn't find it, and wondered, "Could it be a transformation talisman?"

"It's a disguise technique!" a young boy's voice rang out.

This is a long-lost martial arts technique – the art of disguise.

Zhang Fan was a little stunned. The man repeated himself, and Zhang Fan then realized that the man was not under control.

He instinctively raised his palm and struck the other person's chest. Then, looking at his palm in disbelief, he struck out again.

The man was unharmed and slapped Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan was sent flying backward and crashed to the ground. Chi Fei was terrified and immediately rushed over to help him up: "Are you alright?"

"I'm out of spiritual power?" Zhang Fan looked at his palm, his voice trembling.

The person on the bed got off and let out a scornful laugh: "It's just some medicine to transform spiritual energy. After taking it for a few days, it should have an effect."

He laughed arrogantly: "A bunch of useless trash, I'm still the best."

Chi Fei looked up suddenly: "What did you do to the real clan leader?"

"If you want to know so much, then I'll send you to see them."

He carried Zhang Fan in one hand and Chi Chi in the other, and walked into the house.

He didn't see them because their faces were turned away. Chi Fei and Zhang Fan exchanged a glance, then screamed exaggeratedly, "Help! Help!"