I have a little bit of talent

However, Fang Mu knocked out Chen Qingfeng, who was talking just now, with a palm. Except for Tong Qianjun and Boss Mo, no one else knew the reason and were all stunned.

Even Zhou Tong, who was interrupted, was confused.

Although he didn't know why Fang Mu did this, he was doomed to die anyway, so Zhou Tong stopped making random guesses.

“You must have known that your death was near, and you were so distracted that you even knocked out your friend.

"The one who fainted must be Chen Qingfeng, right? He is indeed knowledgeable and intelligent, and even knows the Ten Thousand Demons Soul Devouring Curse. It's just that he doesn't know how to judge people, so he made friends with someone like you."

It was obvious from Zhou Tong's words that he admired Chen Qingfeng very much. Although this guy didn't seem to be very smart, he really knew a lot.

"When it comes to not being able to judge people, I can't compare to Brother Zhang Xingquan and Brother Ye from Wangchen Sect."

What kind of person is Fang Mu? When it comes to being weird and annoying, he has never been afraid of anyone.

"It would be a great misfortune to be friends with Brother Zhou,"

As soon as he said this, not only Zhou Tong looked unhappy, but even Ye Wangyu and Lou Yi's faces darkened. He offended three people at the same time with one sentence, and the lethality was much greater than Zhou Tong's words.

"Humph, if you calculate the time, you will be killed in an instant. No matter how sharp your tongue is, you will not be able to escape."

Zhou Tong was unable to gain the upper hand in words, and although he was extremely angry, he could do nothing about it. In terms of cultivation, he was no match for Fang Mu. He could only hope that his master's wife, Madam Qingye, would take action sooner rather than later and destroy his soul!

"You evil villain, you still dare to be so arrogant, I'm afraid you don't know how to write the word death!"

Boss Mo had been patient with Zhou Tong for a long time. If it weren't for the sect elders' orders, he would have taken action long ago. But now he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Master, let me take him down, and beat him up first!"

He knew that it would be difficult to kill Zhou Tonglu today, but beating him up would give him some relief.

As for Fang Mu's safety, he was not too worried.

Whether it was him, Chen or Tong, they all got to know Fang Mu after the incident with the Tong family in Dushan City. They knew that this good friend was not only very skilled, but also extremely wise and cautious. If he was really worried about his life, he would have shown it long ago. But at this moment, Fang Mu was still calm and composed, and it was obvious that he had already prepared a plan. So why was he still worried? It would be better to capture Zhou Tong and humiliate him.

Sure enough, Boss Mo just proposed to capture Zhou Tong, Lou Yi and Situ Feng also nodded in agreement. When they were about to take action, Fang Mu spoke.

"Wait a minute, Brother Mo, let me ask first."

Since Fang Mu spoke out to stop him, Boss Mo trusted him immensely and naturally stopped.

It was almost noon. Fang Mu had been in the square for half a day and felt thirsty. He stretched out his hand and a pot of wine appeared. It was the peach blossom wine, a specialty of Yangzhou City.

Fang Mu took a big sip from the wine jug, licked his lips, and looked at Zhou Tong with a smile.

"Brother Zhou, Madam Qingye cast the Ten Thousand Demons Soul Devouring Curse on me, and I have to suffer the backlash. The price is too high, it's really not worth it."

Seeing that Fang Mu was drinking calmly even though he knew his death was approaching, Zhou Tong had a bad idea in his mind.

"As long as I can kill you, how can it not be worth it? You are already able to defeat Master Wuchen at your age, and your talent is unprecedented. If I fail to get rid of you in a short period of time and let you become a powerful figure, that would be a regret.

"Of course, the master's wife wouldn't do this to an ordinary grandmaster, but you are different. You are such a genius. Even if it hurts your cultivation, the master's wife will definitely curse you to death."

Until this time, Zhou Tong still believed that Fang Mu was at the level of a grandmaster. Although they were rivals, he had to admit that Fang Mu's talent was too terrifying.

"Brother Zhao, what are you drinking? I want to try it too."

When Ye Qingci saw Fang Mu drinking and smelled the aroma of peach blossom wine, she began to feel greedy.

"It's not good for a child to drink."

Although he said that drinking was not good, Fang Mu still took out a small bottle of peach blossom wine and handed it to Ye Qingci.

The little girl hurriedly took it, uncorked the bottle and poured it into her mouth.

"This is wine. It tastes delicious and has the scent of peach blossoms."

It was obviously Ye Qingci's first time to drink. The peach blossom wine had a strong aroma and a low alcohol content, so she actually gulped down the entire bottle of wine in just a few gulps. Her face turned three shades redder, and she looked eagerly at Fang Mu.

"Although the wine tastes good, don't drink too much. I'll give you another bottle tomorrow."

I didn't expect that this little girl could drink quite a lot. Most people would probably get drunk after finishing a bottle of alcohol in one breath for the first time, but Ye Qingci didn't seem drunk at all except for a slightly red face.

"Okay, but I want to drink two bottles tomorrow. One bottle is too little."

The three brothers of the Sword Sect were all a little confused at this time. Their junior sister had just come down the mountain and she had already started to like drinking. They didn't know how to explain it to their parents when they returned.

Zhou Tong was so angry when he saw Fang Mu and Ye Qingci drinking and chatting, not taking him seriously at all. He was about to mock them, but suddenly a black gas came out of Fang Mu's body, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Haha, the spell is done. You're dead. You can drink before you die. It's good to be a drunkard."

Everyone now knew the power of the Ten Thousand Demons Soul-Devouring Curse, and they all looked at Fang Mu with some worry.

"Brother, can you stop it?"

Situ Feng asked Xiang Louyi. After all, Fang Mu was a master of the Iron Fist Sect and also a good friend of his disciple. He didn't want to see him die here.

"I can't help it. The spell comes from the inside out. If I were at my best, I could still stop it. But now my burning true meaning is completely consumed. I can only rely on his luck."

Lou Yi shook his head. When he knew Fang Mu was hit by the Ten Thousand Demons Soul-Devouring Curse, he had checked with his soul but found nothing. Now black gas emerged, carrying a sense of corruption, and he could not stop it.

"Master, Sect Master, don't worry. Brother Zhao is extraordinary. A small curse can't do anything to him."

However, when Boss Mo saw that the two elders were worried, he started to laugh.

Lou Yi and Situ Feng were stunned when they heard this, and they both used their spiritual power to look towards Fang Mu.

I saw a black gas emerging from Fang Mu's body, with the intention of corrupting the world and destroying the soul. As long as it returned to Fang Mu's body, it would be able to corrupt his body, destroy his soul, and devour his soul. The Soul-Devouring Curse of Ten Thousand Demons was indeed extremely vicious and insidious!

But the strange thing was that the black gas never entered Fang Mu's body, but just circled around him, as if it couldn't find its direction or target. Finally, it broke away and flew to the east until it disappeared.

"How is it possible? How could the Ten Thousand Demons Soul Devouring Curse fail?"

Seeing this scene, Zhou Tong screamed in panic, no longer having his previous calm and confidence.

"I said it's okay. With Brother Zhao's ability, a mere spell can do nothing to him."

Boss Mo laughed heartily. He was completely confident in Fang Mu. How could a man who could see through the Tong family's conspiracy die easily under the curse?

"Brother Zhao is indeed extraordinary. I underestimated him." Situ Feng also had a smile on his face.

Seeing that Zhou Tong's plan failed, Lou Yi was happy.

This master in the realm of True Person was a bit depressed today. First, his disciple was foolishly used by others and made a big joke. If he had not already cultivated the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head, the sect's inheritance would probably be cut off. And the culprit Zhou Tong looked fearless and joined forces with Madam Qingye to curse Fang Mu, and he could not stop him.

Fortunately, Fang Mu himself was extraordinary and was able to escape the Ten Thousand Demons Soul Devouring Curse, thus ruining Zhou Tong and Madam Qingye's plan. Otherwise, if Fang Mu really died in the Fiery Flame Sect, his position as the Sect Master would have been in vain.

The rest of the people were relieved to see that Fang Muzhen was able to escape from this disaster.

"I don't know what you're worried about. Brother Zhao is still in the mood to drink. He's definitely not afraid of that curse."

Ye Qingci cheered and poured the empty bottle into her mouth, wanting to take another sip, but it was empty and she poured in vain. Her face suddenly fell.

"No, the Ten Thousand Demons Soul Devouring Curse cannot fail. You are not Zhao Ming. Who are you?"

Zhou Tong's mind raced, he thought of a possibility, and shouted loudly.