Cultivation Strategies Facial Paralyzed Junior Brother

Although the millennium-old corpse has been refined, there is a lot to be done, but this corpse's spiritual wisdom is still a little ignorant, and it can smell the aura of its own blood, so it dismisses other monks and just follows Yan family.It seems that this thing is ignorant and chaotic, so it should not be difficult to deal with.

After Fang Jinrong made his judgment, he made a sudden move. The Cuimei sword smoked and dragged under Cuidang's hood, and the Chonglan sword snaked out as white as a sword, blocking Yan Bingchen's way out.

The old ancestor also knew that the situation was bad and staggered back, dodging the entanglement of Chonglan's sword energy, and Cuimei who couldn't dodge Cuimei put a green hat on him, and was knocked half short, but the zombie didn't feel any pain, and didn't move This heavy blow was ignored, but it only provoked his temper, and he was completely enraged with a "owoo", the five-fingered iron armor suddenly grew, and he grabbed the opponent face to face.Fang Jinrong's figure disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already behind him. Chong Lan Jianfei practiced rolling back and condensed into a ball, which hit the ancestor's back heavily.

Yan Bingchen flew out from the long corridor, landed with a bang, and almost fell into pieces.He tied his hands and feet and was about to get up, when Chong Lan made a comeback again, and the sword energy entangled him densely, wrapping him into a cocoon.

A boy in white clothes followed behind him, with a snow-white, pink and childish bun face, Fang Jinrong tilted his head slightly, and ordered, "Tie it up."

Hearing this, the young man threw out a long rope and bound Yan Bingchen tightly.Seeing that their ancestor was arrested, the brothers of the Yan family rushed over and stammered: "Thank you, Master Fang, for your help, but this is my ancestor of the Yan family after all, so it is inappropriate to run around outside. Please also invite Master Fang It's convenient, give it back to me and take it back to Junlan Mansion, so that I can give an explanation to the elders of the ancestors."

Fang Jinrong gave him a sideways glance, and answered very quickly: "Okay. But in order to prevent any changes, you must temporarily invite the ancestors of your mansion to the forbidden area behind the Shouque Hall, and return them after the ceremony." Shouque Hall is Fang Jinrong The residence in Chuxiu Villa.Boss Yan didn't dare to refute, so he hurriedly nodded in response.

Seeing this, the boy in white dragged Yan Bingchen around the corridor to the back of the villa.Fang Jinrong nodded slightly to the crowd, turned around and was about to return to Chongxu Hall, when he heard a low cry not far away, right where the boy in white and Yan Bingchen were going.Fang Jinrong frowned slightly, and suddenly disappeared from the spot.Seeing this, everyone followed.

Yan Bingchen's body was already half buried in the ground, and he was struggling endlessly with his fangs and claws.The bun-faced boy was torn together with that corpse, his face as bright as a bright moon flushed crimson, and he was bound to be dug out from the ground.However, there seemed to be another force underground that was contending with him, and it was obviously stronger than him, so Yan Bingchen fell into the ground inch by inch.

Fang Jinrong said: "Erfeng, let go, you are not afraid of being poisoned by the corpse."

Erfeng with a steamed bun face was so anxious that his forehead was densely covered with fine sweat: "I can't let him go, let him go and run away!"

Fang Jinrong said: "If you can't get away, let go."

Erfeng suddenly realized that Brother Rong wanted to do something and was afraid that he would be involved, so he hurriedly let go, and Yan Bingchen followed and disappeared without a trace.Er Feng said in shock: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fang Jinrong thrust the Chonglan Sword into the ground under his feet, and there was a loud bang, and the spiritual power spread to hundreds of feet around, and many things flew out of the ground in an instant, except for the disheveled Yan Bingchen, and three people wrapped in dark green robes , and even a few rats and insects dormant in the ground were not spared. They flew out of the ground one after another and fell heavily to the ground, dying and unable to move.

The three men in green robes also suffered heavy blows, but they remained calm in the face of danger, and quickly covered Yan Bingchen behind him in a T-shape.Then the man in green in the center, with his hands hidden in his sleeves, his left palm facing down and his right palm facing up, bowed slightly to Fang Jinrong: "Yin Xuangan has met Young Master Fang."

This is an ancient ritual common in the Mangshan Ghost Realm in the southwest. Fang Jinrong's spiritual sense scanned them and felt that the three people had a faint yin energy, which was completely different from the death energy on Yan Bingchen's body, but the dark green robe was the same as the cloak on Yan Bingchen's body. They are all made of special materials, so the breath is completely covered up. If it is not that his cultivation level is much higher than that of the other party, it is expected that it will not be easy to detect.He turned his head and asked Erfeng: "Who is in charge of guarding Lianshan this time?"

Erfeng said in a low voice: "A few days ago, all the people in the villa were on missions, so the leader assigned the matter to Mrs. Xu and Master Xu. Mrs. Xu is in charge of the inside and outside of the villa, and Master Xu is in charge of the surrounding areas of Lianshan."

However, those couples have been busy these days with jealousy and group fights, and have entrusted everything to the disciples to handle, but the disciples of the Tianpeng Gate are not very effective, so they are full of loopholes.Fang Jinrong nodded, turned his head and asked, "Are you a ghost cultivator? You sneaked into my Chuxiu Villa privately, what is your intention?"

Yin Xuangan said: "I don't intend to offend the young leader. The thousand-year-old corpse Yan Bingchen was bought by us with a lot of money, but I accidentally let him escape here. I didn't want to alarm fellow Taoists, I wanted to quietly You can just take him away, but I still disturbed you all unexpectedly, and please ask the young leader to show you your hand and let me go."

Just at this time, many congratulators had already followed in a swarm to watch the fun, and the leaders were the gentlemen of the Yan family.As soon as Yan San'er heard this, he was about to explode, but Boss Yan firmly held him down, waiting for Fang Jinrong to deal with it.But Erfeng couldn't help being curious, and asked, "Did you buy him for refining corpses?"

Yin Xuangan shook his head and denied: "We don't refine corpses." Seeing that Fang Jinrong frowned slightly as if in disbelief, he explained: "Refining corpses is too dirty, our big ghost master has a habit of cleanliness."

When the onlookers heard this, there was a burst of exclamations of "Ouch" and "Tsk Tsk Tsk" one after another.The Mangshan Ghost Realm stretches for tens of thousands of miles, and it is said that there are many treacherous and dangerous places. This group of monks has limited cultivation, and no one has set foot in it.In their cognition, ghost cultivators are all ghosts. Although these three people seem to be more human, they must have used some kind of ghostly trick to cover up their identities.Their big ghost master is naturally a ghost, and it's a bit hypocritical for a ghost to talk about cleanliness and uncleanliness.

However, Fang Jinrong knew that this matter was not so simple. There are many kinds of cultivation methods in ghost cultivation, which can be practiced by ghosts and living people. The corpse, but he is the founding ancestor of the Yan family in Junlan Mansion, it is not appropriate for you to take it away, it is best to return it to the Yan family."

Yin Xuangan's face darkened, and he said coldly: "I bought this with Hua Lingshi, and it's mine after I buy it. I have a sales contract in my hand, so it's only natural to take him away. Is it true that Master Fang intends to forcibly detain him?"

The brothers of the Yan family were so angry that they were so angry, Yan San'er said angrily: "Fart! That is obviously my ancestor, what does it have to do with your personal inhumanity?"

Yin Xuangan rolled his eyes at him, his eyes were gloomy and cold, like a poisonous snake letter with a hook, piercing into Yan San'er's eyes from the air.Yan San'er felt a chill run down his spine, and swallowed the curse that came to his mouth.Old Yan said: "You said that our ancestors were bought by you, and you have a contract, so you can take a look at the contract, and I will see who dares to sell our ancestors."

Yin Xuangan sneered heavily, shook out a contract from his sleeve, and specially cast a spell to make the contract bigger.Sure enough, it was written clearly that Yan Bingchen sold it a few months ago as a thousand-year-old corpse that had not been refined. The price was 20 yuan for intermediate spirit stones.

Yin Xuangan said: "Master Fang, have you seen it clearly?"

This is simply selling at a loss of capital, and it is really cheap.Seeing this, Yan San'er finally became furious: "What, Han Bian? The dead zombie is just a grave watcher, what right does he have to sell my ancestor of the Yan family. We will never allow the immortal body of our ancestor to be left outside to be abused and driven by others! This contract doesn't count, doesn't count!"

Fang Jinrong's eyes lingered on the word "Han Bian", but he remained silent for a while, and finally said, "Han Bian? Impossible, you must have mistaken the seller."

But the rest of the monks wondered: "Who is Han Bian? Where is he from?"

Han Bian was being dragged away from the table by Tan Yunwei. After passing a clump of trees, he changed into a servant's attire, with one holding a tea tray and the other carrying the Four Treasures of the Study, pretending to walk around the winding corridor.Today, everyone from Chuxiu Villa gathered at the Chongxu Hall, and the backside was much quieter, the two of them only walked on their backs, and they never ran into anyone else along the way.

Tan Yunwei walked quickly, and Han Bian staggered along with him, he was full of doubts, and couldn't help asking: "Junior Sister, just now I vaguely heard the head of the Yan family calling something about the old ancestor, the old ancestor, could it be Yan? The ancestors of the family followed?"

Qin Yunwei: "Yes."

He was so sure that Han Bian was even more puzzled: "But when we left Dyeyi Valley, wasn't our ancestor still sleeping soundly in his grave? I, who looked at the grave, didn't know when he came out?"

The place where he lives is called Ranyi Valley, which is also where the Yan family's ancestor's grave is located.As for why the place of residence was mixed with the Yan family's ancestral grave, it's a long story, but it was his master Han Hezhi's doing.Han He chose to settle down in Dyeyi Valley, and signed a strange contract with the Yan family for this reason.He looked after the grave for the Yan family, and the Yan family provided him with a place to practice.Afterwards, Han He imposed a ban, built a garden, planted spirit grass, raised immortal beasts, and took in three apprentices. He worked in the grave circle for more than 20 years. live.Han Bian couldn't find the master's body, so he and his junior and junior sisters had no choice but to erect a tomb for him.

Although Han He is a monk in the late Yuanying period, there are many absurdities in his actions during his lifetime, and the deep meaning no one can understand.Han Bian, as a mentally handicapped person, only knew that the ancestors of the Yan family were well buried in the Dyeing Valley, and had been quiet for thousands of years, why did he suddenly come out and run so far? not understand.

He was frowning and thinking hard, Tan Yunwei said coldly: "I sold him to a customer named Yin."

Han Bian: "Ah...ah?"

Tan Yunwei said: "I lack spirit stones, I don't even have the money to hit a big hammer."

Han Bian was dumbfounded: "But that... that's not our ancestors, it's someone else's!"

Tan Yunwei said: "He has been lying down for 1000 years, it's better to get up and move around." Seeing that Han Bian was still staring at him stupidly, Tan Yunwei's face darkened: "You can't afford the money to hit the big hammer, I can't do it myself. ? Now that the money and the goods are settled, this matter has nothing to do with us, so there is no need to mention it. Can you focus on our business?"

His tone was very severe, and Han Bian fell silent for a moment, and asked with a flattering expression after a while, "What is it... serious business?"

The two of them bypassed several garden valleys, and a white misty hill suddenly appeared, with flowers and trees luxuriant in the mist, and several winding bluestone roads appearing and disappearing in the verdant greenery.There are a few looming towers on the top of the mountain, and the embroidered doors and carvings are magnificent.

Seeing this beautiful scenery, Han Bian said joyfully, "Junior Sister, what kind of world is this really... a fairyland on earth!"

His expressive ability is limited, but he always wanted to say something to Tan Yunwei from time to time. Tan Yunwei twitched his eyebrows and pointed to the front: "Don't call me junior sister anymore. Lianfeng Pavilion collects magic tools, magic tools, classics and spirits for Chuxiu Villa of stone."

Seeing Han Bian's blank expression, he said again: "Three years ago, I unintentionally angered Cheng Cheng, the young man of the Cheng family. I sneaked into Chuxiu Mountain Villa for the first time, but failed every time, and was hunted down repeatedly in the end, because I couldn't get in through the magic circle set up here. So far. The Taoist friend who guided me to the Valley of Dyeing Clothes said that you are my noble person and can take me into the Fengfeng Pavilion."