Invincible Puppet System

Feng Shao was really speechless.

He has seen anyone begging for anything in the world, but he has never seen anyone begging for a beating.

"Then I really fought?" Feng Shao was still not convinced.

"It's okay, come on, hit me hard, don't worry, I'm definitely not good at practicing all over the body." Fan Yiming said while carrying Fu Zhiyong.

"Hit me first, let alone the chest, even if you hit me in the face, I won't be injured!" Fu Zhiyong couldn't stand the comparison, and directly increased the difficulty of the challenge.

Feng Shao was overjoyed, he was already suffocated in his heart, and now he had such a chance to vent.

"Then I really fought?" Feng Shao confirmed again, "Seniors, don't fight back?"

"Nonsense, if I fight back, I can shoot you to death. I can't afford to lose face if I shoot an outside disciple like you to death." Fan Yiming mocked Feng Shao and shook his head helplessly.

Feng Shao was sure that the other party would not fight back, and he was no longer polite.

Standing in front of Fu Zhiyong, he slapped him fiercely.

Snapped!
Fu Zhiyong didn't hide or dodge, a misty earth spirit rose from his body.

Although the slap was crisp, it seemed like nothing happened.

"Hahaha, use more force, what kind of palm technique you have, it's like tickling!" Fu Zhiyong was slapped by Feng Shao, not only he was not angry, but also complacent.

Feng Shaochang has never seen such a strange thing at his age. He raised his hands and slapped them wildly. Although his hands were numb, he was still full of excitement and joy.

"Hahahaha, let me just say, this kid has no cultivation, boy, let me tell you—" Fu Zhiyong was about to preach a few words, when he suddenly felt that the young man in front of him was very imposing, and he hadn't had time to dodge.

boom!
I saw a huge green flaming fist hitting his face directly.

puff!
Almost knocked Fu Zhiyong away...

Fan Yiming was also stunned by this sudden change.

"Stop it, fuck me!"

"Bang!" Feng Shao was already addicted to punching, and he punched Fu Zhiyong in the face again. This punch not only used the strength of the warrior in the middle stage, but also used the moves of the Kongming Collection.

Bang - Fu Zhiyong was knocked unconscious by Feng Shao's punch.

Fan Yiming was startled, and hurried to Fu Zhiyong's side to investigate, "Stinky boy, who told you to strike so hard!"

Feng Shao put away the Kongming fire puppet, and looked at Fan Yiming with an innocent face, "Senior, I don't want to make a move, but you force me to make a move. Now that I knocked this senior out, you can't blame me?"

Fan Yiming's old face turned purple, his mouth moved twice, but he didn't refute anything.Now he can only secretly rejoice that he was not the one who was beaten just now, if he was knocked out by a disciple, that person would be a big loser.

"Hahaha..." Fan Yiming found out that Fu Zhiyong was not dead, and suddenly burst into laughter again, "Oh, I laughed so hard, it's ridiculous, I beat him all my life, but I didn't knock him out, I didn't expect you I let out a sigh of relief for my father."

Feng Shao's expression relaxed, knowing that he was in no danger, "Where is it, the disciple just missed it for a while."

Fan Yiming nodded, not blaming Feng Shao anymore.

They called Feng Shao over just for fun, and they wanted to see if Feng Shao had overheard their speech, "Well, take these low-grade spirit stones and go down the mountain to buy us two jars of good wine, and then give them to us. Come here. Alas, this situation makes me feel refreshed, I will wake up this old man in a while, drink some wine with him to relax, although he has a big temper, he will probably calm down after drinking some wine. "

"Oh." Feng Shao was worried about how to slip away, but he didn't expect Fan Yiming to send him an errand.

Fan Yiming smiled slightly, and took out three low-grade spirit stones from his bosom, "Go, pick two jars of good wine!"

Feng Shao took the Lingshi, scolded a fool in his heart, and then went down the mountain happily.

At this time, Feng Shao's active value has reached 153 points. If he accumulates to 200 points, even if he does not convert the active value into the power of the earth spirit, he can use the berserk function twice. In this way, even if his cultivation cannot improve, he can defeat Xing Zibo possibility is also greatly increased.

Anyway, now that Feng Shao wanders around, he can accumulate activity points, and it's a good idea to go down the mountain. It just so happened that he remembered one thing, so he went to do it by the way.

Qiuyun Mountain is not short, and it is not easy to simply go down the mountain.If there is no cultivation base, it will take two hours just to go back and forth.

Of course, it was impossible for Feng Shao to really buy wine for those two shabis. He just thought of Kui Yunlong and planned to ask Kui Yunlong to do something.After asking a few people along the way, I finally found Kui Yunlong's residence, so I opened the door and went in, looking around.

Others didn't know Feng Shao's identity, but Kui Yunlong knew it clearly, walked up to Feng Shao respectfully, and immediately saluted Feng Shao.

"The disciple greeted the senior, and he was far away. Please forgive me." Seeing Feng Shao condescending to come, Kui Yunlong was almost frightened, and recalled that he hadn't done anything harmful to the world in the past two days, so he felt a little relieved.

Many of the disciples who lived with Kui Yunlong didn't know Feng Shao. When they heard Kui Yunlong call the young senior in front of him, they were shocked and put down what they were doing.

"When did we Qiuyunmen come out with such a young senior?"

"Could it be that this fat man is playing tricks?"

"Tch, what kind of senior can come to a place like ours, put on airs."

Feng Shao found a chair and sat on it, carefully took out his mobile phone, and waited for it to turn on.

Everyone looked at the things in Feng Shao's hands suspiciously, not knowing what Feng Shao wanted to do.

"Little Kui, are there any painters in the sect?" Feng Shao asked slowly while looking at the room.

"Is the so-called painter of the senior a painter?" Kui Yunlong was still very smart, and immediately understood Feng Shao's meaning.

"Yes, it's an artist who paints for people." Feng Shao is not very proficient in the titles of this world.

"Yes, yes, there are painters in every sect. The most powerful painters in our Qiuyun sect are Lian Benran and Lian Lao." Kui Yunlong belongs to the Miscellaneous Office, and he is involved in all the affairs of the sect, anyway. There are more than anyone else, and you can get a little bit of benefits.

"Old Lian? All right, you send someone to find him." Feng Shao said calmly.

Kui Yunlong was stunned for a moment, he had no status in the sect, so he had no right to send people, usually others sent him to do things.

"Why, what are you doing in a daze, quickly send someone to call Lian Lao over?" Feng Shao didn't know what Kui Yunlong was doing here.

"Hey, I'd better go by myself..." Kui Yunlong stood up awkwardly.

Several disciples around covered their mouths and snickered, and kept glancing at a middle-aged man from the corners of their eyes.

Feng Shao frowned, and found that the middle-aged man had been staring at him, "Hey, whatever you are looking at, you can go."

The middle-aged man was in charge, named Zuo Lin, his title was two ranks higher than Kui Yunlong's, and he was Fu Zhiyong's cousin.Therefore, being unscrupulous in the sect has quite a status, even if you see the hall masters, you don't have to be humble.

But what he didn't expect was that the sun came out from the west today, and a yellow-haired boy appeared out of nowhere, who dared to boss him around!