As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

"Junior Brother Niu, come here, Senior Brother, don't be restrained!"

Fang Han saw Niu Wuli's cautious look and smiled with satisfaction. This was why he didn't restrain his breath to achieve the desired effect.

Only when the dog sees that its owner is always stronger than itself, will it not bite the owner in turn.

When Shangguan Yun saw Niu Wuli sitting down, she stepped forward and picked up the teapot to refill Fang Han's empty cup with spiritual tea. Then she poured a cup of spiritual tea for Niu Wuli, then put down the teapot and returned behind Fang Han to continue serving Fang Han. Rubbing his shoulders.

"Junior Brother Niu, come and try the Qingling Tea I bought for my brother with three hundred low-quality spiritual stones!"

After Fang Han finished speaking, he took up the spiritual tea and tasted it.

When Niu Wuli heard that this tea was Qing Ling tea, his eyes lit up, he picked up the Qing Ling tea and drank it in one gulp.

"Good tea, good tea!"

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother Fang also likes tea!"

Niu Wuli felt that after drinking a cup of Qingling tea, he felt the spiritual power growing in his body and praised Qingling tea repeatedly.

Fang Han just smiled without saying anything.

This Qing Ling tea was actually dug out of some unlucky guy's storage bag. It's not that he likes drinking Ling tea. Although Qing Ling tea is somewhat helpful for the improvement of cultivation in the early and middle stages of Qi refining, it is not very helpful for those in the later stage of Qi refining. For Fang Han, the effect is minimal.

"Junior Brother Niu, I wonder what you think about the sect sending us Qi Refining disciples to the Wuyin Mountains to guard the spirit stone mines?"

Seeing Fang Han's serious expression, Niu Wuli thought for a while and said: Brother Fang, I won't go to the Wuyin Mountains if I can.

"As far as I know, the disciples who go to the Hidden Mist Mountains to guard the spirit stone mines are all sect pawns and cannon fodder."

"Why did Junior Brother Niu say this?"

Fang Han's eyes lit up and he continued to ask.

"Senior Brother Fang, you don't know something. The disciples sent by the sect to guard the spirit stone mines in the Wuyin Mountains are all people with poor qualifications, no background in the sect, no backers, and no special skills."

"Senior Brother Fang, you must also know that after the ancient era of cultivation, the spiritual energy in the cultivation world is gradually becoming thinner!"

Fang Han nodded and signaled Niu Wuli to continue.

"Nowadays, the level of cultivation has been declining compared to the ancient world of cultivation. The ancient world of cultivation was the real golden age. At that time, the great power of transforming gods existed in the Cangnan region where we are located."

"Unlike now in the Cangnan Region, the monks in the early stage of Yuanying are the ceiling of combat power and are almost invincible, while the golden elixir monks can create a first-class sect or family."

In the ancient cultivation era, although there were not as many golden elixirs as dogs, they could be seen everywhere.

Fang Han said impatiently: "Junior Brother Niu, tell the important point!"

Seeing that Fang Han was impatient, Niu Wuli laughed dryly.

Senior Brother Fang, don't be angry, don't be angry, Junior Brother, let's get to the point!

"Then Niu Wuli continued: Nowadays, spiritual energy has become thinner and cultivation resources have become increasingly scarce. However, there are more and more low-level monks, resulting in a shortage of resources, and the resources obtained by high-level monks have also shrunk year by year."

"So the senior leaders of the four major overlord forces in the Cangnan Region have discussed and decided to use the Lingshi Mine in the Wuyin Mountains to make low-level monks fight each other, so as to achieve the expectation of reducing the number of low-level monks."

"Oh, I see. It seems that I underestimated the dangers of this world of cultivation. The senior officials of the sect did not take the disciples with poor qualifications seriously at all."

Fang Han nodded thoughtfully.

"Junior Brother Niu, why weren't you recruited by the sect to guard the Lingshi Mine in the Wuyin Mountains?"

From Fang Han's point of view, Niu Wuli had nothing to do with his qualifications, and he definitely didn't have any backers within the sect, otherwise he wouldn't have been sent to guard the Lingshi Mine like he did last time.

"Hey, Brother Fang, you don't know something. As long as a disciple from the Hall of Things comes to your door and gives them "50 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones" as a favor fee, it can be solved!"

Niu Wuli looked like a smug old man.

"That's okay?"

Fang Han was speechless. Is the Yin Mo Sect's corruption so blatant now?

"Junior Brother Laoniu, I'm here to answer my questions today."

Fang Han picked up the teacup, played with it, and said casually.

"No trouble, no trouble!"

"Since Senior Brother Fang has no doubts, then Junior Brother, please leave first!"

Niu Wuli still had some discernment. When he saw Fang Han holding up the teacup, he knew he was seeing off a guest, so he resigned to Fang Han wisely.

"Oh!"

"Junior Brother Niu, why don't you stay and sit for a while!"

Fang Han pretended to stay, but anyone with a discerning eye could see the hypocrisy on Fang Han's face at a glance.

"It's better not to disturb Senior Brother Fang. Junior Brother has things to do when he returns home."

"Well, as a brother, I won't keep Junior Brother Niu. Shangguan Yun will go and see Junior Brother Niu off for me!"

"Yes, Master!"

Shangguan Yun took the order and sent Niu Wuli out of the small courtyard before returning.

"Let's go, Shangguan Yun, accompany me to Yinmo Zongfang City!"

"As you command, Master!"

"Don't call me master from now on, call me young master!"

"Yes, sir!"

When the two walked out of the house, it was obvious that Shangguan Yun's face was full of joy, not only because Fang Han took her to Yinmofang City, but also because Fang Han asked her to change her name to his son.

Shangguan Yun secretly rejoiced in his heart: "My relationship with the young master is one step closer again!"

Along the way, Shangguan Yun secretly looked at Fang Han's handsome side face with his eyes, and from time to time he lowered his head with his cheeks flushed.

After burning a stick of incense, the two stepped into Yinmofang City. Shangguan Yun was dazzled by the sight of the monks coming and going and the dazzling array of shops.

Walking on the street, some monks stared at Shangguan Yun with greedy eyes, as if looking at prey. Shangguan Yun seemed to be aware of these glances, and held Fang Han tightly.

"Junior brother, I think the girl next to you is pretty good. Can you let me play with you for a few days?"

Suddenly, a seventh-level Qi Refining monk with a pockmarked face blocked Fang Han's path. He stared at Shangguan Yun with a lustful look on his face, looked at her exquisite body wantonly, and asked.

Because Fang Han was wearing a "black feather robe" before coming to Yinmofang City, Brother Mazi didn't see Fang Han's cultivation at the ninth level of Qi Refining and thought that Fang Han was a soft persimmon who could be manipulated at will.

"Who are you? Do you dare to covet my people? Are you seeking death?"

Fang Han's eyes under the black feather robe swept towards the pockmarked monk like a sharp sword, and then he burst out with the ninth level of Qi refining, directly raised his right leg and injected spiritual power to fly towards the pockmarked monk.

The pock-marked monk sensed Fang Han's ninth-level Qi refining cultivation and was so frightened that his face turned pale. Seeing Fang Han pouring spiritual power into him and kicking him, he had no time to dodge.

"Bump", the sound of cracking bones came from the chest of the pockmarked monk. Fang Han kicked the pockmarked monk until his chest was dented. His whole body flew backwards three to four feet away like a broken sack, and water continued to flow from his mouth. There was blood and he looked like he was dying.

Pedestrians passing by around me stamped their feet and pointed with interest.

"Senior Brother Lu, look at that pockmarked face that's getting into trouble this time, hahaha!"

A thin black monk saw his pockmarked face being kicked away by Fang Hanyou, and he couldn't help but gloated and said to the young man with a bamboo pole next to him.

"This pockmarked loser might not be able to get out of bed for half a year, tsk tsk tsk!"

The bamboo pole monk named Senior Brother Lu walked up to Mazi's face with a smile, poked his abdomen with his foot and sighed.