Save the hero

The lobby is exquisite and majestic, with black stone chairs on both sides from the outside to the inside, almost full of people, countless eyes looking at him, no one is young, half of them are old men and women, and half are middle-aged people, and there are a few senior disciples who should be more capable.Regardless of whether they are young or old, none of them speak, their expressions are solemn and solemn, like eighteen arhats, neither crying nor laughing.

Fang Qi glanced at it, and swallowed his saliva as if he was going to the execution ground.

This hall is very spacious and empty, and it seems to have the illusion of hearing the echo of the swallowed saliva.

Sect Leader Gui Ci was still leading the way, Fang Qi followed unnaturally with his hips between his legs, those countless pairs of eyes were indeed running towards him, as he walked a little bit forward, his gaze followed a little bit, and his head also turned from the back. Twisting, slowly twisting to the middle, following his footsteps, leading to the upper seat.

seat?

Fang Qi thought in amazement, in front of this group of grandparents, he actually sat on the top seat?

Is it his turn?

Fang Qi sat down nervously, and then raised his eyes to see that there were two rows of seats in front of him, with his left and right hands. Needless to say, his status was arranged according to the distance between the seats. The closer to the door, the lower the status, and the closer to the door. The farther you are, the higher your status.

What's more strange is that the head of Gui Ci is sitting in the upper seat with him, which is not a problem, the problem is that there are more than 20 so-called distinguished guests in the upper seat!What does it mean?Isn't the head of Guici's majestic Fuyao Sword Sect the supreme leader here?There are more than 20 mighty ones sitting with him?

Fang Qi focused on observing the 20 people, and his doubts grew deeper and deeper. If it was true as he guessed, the members of the Yunhuai Sword Sect among the 20 people would definitely not be able to escape.Although Yunhuai Sword Sect is a rising star, the group of disciples brought out by Changhuai Sword God have extremely high sword skills.Both of these two sword sects belong to the tripod-carrying sect in the sword cultivator.

And among the others... there is a bald man in cassock, bah, monk, is this a Buddhist cultivator?There are also Taoist priests in Taoist uniforms, who must have been Taoist cultivators; there are also a few people wearing black clothes without uniforms, and a few people with evil spirits, most of them are demonic cultivators.

The world of self-cultivation is also divided into these categories, Daoist, Swordsman, Buddha, and Demon. How many representatives of each category have been sent?

No wonder everyone sat together.

Hundreds of people in the main hall sat out a symbol of a door. The dot on the door was to the left of the upper seat. There were also a few old men who closed their eyes and meditated. They looked much older than Gui Ci. Fang Qi took a few glances quietly, guessing in his heart, the one seated above is working out, how many people at that point are not working out?

In addition to sects and families, there are many hidden powers in the cultivation world. It is estimated that the cultivation base of the great powers at that point is higher than these elders.Otherwise, it can be regarded as a casual cultivator and placed on both sides of the door, in those ordinary positions.Since it is regarded as the honored guest, it is naturally extraordinary.

Fang Qi had a small calculation in his heart, and after guessing for a while, in each category, although there are as many sects as a cow's hair, there are only a few eye-catching pyramid tops. Although the specific identities have not been guessed, but they are almost inseparable. It's just that I can't be seated according to the number.

Fang Qi was also surprised, what happened to bring these people together?If his guess is correct, the people present are at least Juggernaut and Daoist. For such a saint-level big shot, those hidden powers who have reached the seat or the door are probably some super giants who have already become gods. Maybe, just at a strange time, a voice suddenly sounded in the hall, "This is the benefactor Fang."

Fang benefactor...

Oh oh my surname is Fang!Fang Qi reacted after a moment of shock, and Gui Ci stood on his own feet, and said slowly.

Fang Qi subconsciously stood up, someone introduced him, he couldn't just sit and be introduced, he was not a gentleman, but he didn't know what to say when he stood up, he was at a loss for a while, hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at him, Fang Qi's forehead Sweating on the bed, bowed silently, and said: "Big, hello everyone."

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The hall was silent, Gui Ci's voice was heavy, and he said with a smile: "Don't panic, Master Fang, please sit down."

Fang Qi sat down embarrassingly, really wanted to die... It's not a show, so bow to your sister!

The huge stone chair is wide and deep, and can accommodate several people. Fang Qi couldn't lean back even if he wanted to lean back, and he doubted that he would lie in the chair if he leaned back.But being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, subconsciously wanted to find a fig leaf, and there was no table in front of him to cover him, so it was uncomfortable no matter how he sat.Fang Qi looked to both sides. Others sat up naturally, but he squirmed with his legs crossed.The Buddha cultivator sat cross-legged, with a big cassock covering his front, coupled with a dignified expression, his demeanor became more generous.Daoxiu and Jianxiu are both righteous and awe-inspiring, and they sit more upright than elementary school students reciting texts.Since ancient times, both the demon cultivator and the demon sect have been free and easy, and today they are not out of touch with common customs. They are indeed much more casual, with one hand resting on their chests and an expressionless face.

Fang Qi smacked his lips dryly, put his hands on his knees, straightened his back, and sat up like a robot.

Just then Guici introduced him and said, "This is Master Fang."

Fang Qi frowned. He found that the stranger the atmosphere, the more tense it was, and his usually dull mind became easier to use.

This word is quite meaningful, this is XXX, which means that the people here have not seen him, but most of them have heard of him, otherwise why didn't they say "this is Fang benefactor"?

Under what circumstances did these people have heard of him?

After Guici also sat down, no one made a sound in the quiet and huge hall. Fang Qi blinked his eyes, curious, but dared not speak. He could only wait and see what happened. After a while, a distant and old voice sounded, breaking the silence.

"Fang Benefactor, do you still recognize my voice?"

Fang Qi was stunned for a moment, the voice rang out in all directions of the hall with an echo, even the microphone was omitted.When Fang Qi heard this man speak, he turned his head subconsciously, and saw that the old man in the front seat on the seat opened his eyes, looking at him with gentle eyes.

this voice...

Of course he knows!He even dreamed of it many times when he dreamed back at midnight. It was this voice, the first voice he heard in Fengyao Mountain. Just a few words, and it has never appeared since then!

How could it belong to the person in the book... Fang Qi was in a mess, what's going on, didn't he sleep for six days, but for thousands of years?Or...does it mean...that there is a world that is fake?

Fang Qi remembered that before, when monsters killed indiscriminately, his body was bent like a water wave, and his nerves suddenly tensed up. If it is fake...which one is fake, it is self-evident.

Fang Qi's grip on the handle of the chair was getting stronger and stronger, and a vague worry surfaced. At that time, he asked if he could return to the original world, so... now it is... ready to let him go back up?It was so sudden... He didn't even see Hong Yuan's last face.

No... No, there are Elder Gui Ci of Fuyao Sword Sect, and countless characters in the book "Becoming a God", which shows that he is still in this book!Since it is still in the book, how could the characters in the book have such a great ability to reverse time and space to inform him and Hong Yuan who were still in the plot of Fengyao Mountain at that time, and what did they say to save him?

Could it be that all this is not controlled and directed by a mysterious outsider behind the scenes as he imagined, but by an insider?

What is the purpose?

Fang Qi didn't care about how to sit comfortably, and said hoarsely, "Who are you? Why did you do that?"

The old man said: "The Taoist name of the old man is Danfeng."

"Taoist? Daoist Danfeng?" Fang Qi stared at the old man. This Daoist Danfeng must be a well-known figure in the cultivation world, but it's not the same... Fang Qi said: "I don't mean to offend, but I really don't know you, sorry .It was you who sent me to Fengyao Mountain? What are you guys doing now, sending me back to my original world? Actually, we can discuss this again."

"You might as well put this matter aside for now," Master Danfeng avoided answering, and said softly, "Does Benefactor Fang know where this is?"

What is this place?

Fang Qi looked blank, he had just woken up, he hadn't eaten, hadn't washed his teeth, or brushed, how could he know where this was.

Daoist Danyang let out a long sigh and said, "This is the only remaining pure land in the entire cultivation world, Pujiang Mountain."

Fang Qi: "..."

What does it mean that there is only...pure...soil of...remaining...?What about places other than Pujiang Mountain?You have such a big nest... What do you feed a large group of powerful people who play an important role in the cultivation world?Isn't this a little exaggerated? Who and what can force the cultivation world into such a virtue?Even if the opponent is powerful, you people are not vegetarians!Can't join forces against the enemy?One punch is hard to beat with four hands, if you fight together, you can't beat it, you are so cowardly!

Curiosity welled up, and Fang Qi couldn't help asking with a mood of watching the excitement: "Who is..."

Who and what can force the realm of comprehension into such a virtue?

Fang Qi shut his mouth, a name popped up in his mind, Hong Yuan...

Only Hongyuan...Only him, during the 3000 years in the Temple of Ten Thousand Beasts, absorbed the Yuandan and cultivation base of countless monks and monsters, and once became a god, once turned over.If it was really him, one punch would really be able to deal with four hands with ease, but there is a prerequisite, that is Hongyuan who has become a god!Only this ability!

It is impossible to have this level of cultivation in four months... Fang Qi twisted his thigh hard, but he didn't feel any emotion. The pain made him more awake. He forgot the four months and forced himself to think about the problem from a different angle.

Thinking of the black mist that fought against the silver light before, the silver light was fierce and fierce, but the black mist could fight back overwhelmingly!That kind of handwriting does have a bit of the charm of Hongyuan who has become a god. Looking back, Hongyuan was lazy for four months, arranging and managing Taoyuan Residence by himself. His thinking direction may have gone astray. Don't like to practice or... don't need to practice? !

Fang Qi was silent for a few seconds, and said: "Although I don't know why I am here, you must know the cause and effect of the matter. Why throw out a bunch of questions for me to guess, if you have something to say, why not just say it, what kind of riddle?"

Fang Qi turned around and looked back, Daoist Danfeng closed his eyes, and a person beside him said: "It's a long story."

Fang Qi turned his body and looked sideways. It was not these old people who spoke again, but a middle-aged man, who was sitting in the first row of people on the left, with a square face and big eyes.

Fang Qi pursed his lips, feeling a little worried in his heart that he had spoken recklessly, he hadn't figured out what was going on, how could a person speak so rudely under the eaves?Daoist Danfeng doesn't want to talk to him anymore...

Having learned a lesson before, Fang Qi took a deep breath, and became very polite when he spoke again, saying: "Please tell me, oh, by the way, what is your last name?"

The middle-aged man said: "I am the chief disciple of Yunhuai Sword Sect, Zheng Yun."

Fang Qi frowned. There are so many elders in the room who are watching their hearts, how could it be his turn to talk to a young disciple?

The hall was extremely quiet, and Fang Qi felt that the atmosphere was weird, so he nodded and said, "Brother Zhengyun."

Zheng Yun said: "This is not a book, but the real world."

Fang Qi: "..."

so funny!Fang Qi almost burst out laughing, the muscles on his face trembled, and he couldn't put it into words... The person in the book told him, this is not a book, the taste is quite sour and complicated!

The next second he couldn't laugh, the twitching corners of his mouth froze on his face, and cold sweat covered his back. How did Zheng Yun know that he regarded the world as a book?

One sentence subverted his worldview and all cognition of the world.

"What did you say?" Fang Qi said in a daze, "I remember I read this book, two books, "Becoming a God" and "God's Wrath"... Did I remember wrongly?"

"You remember correctly," Zheng Yun said, "There are indeed these two books."

After finishing speaking, Zheng Yun made a gesture, and then a young white-clothed disciple ran in from outside the main hall. It was Yan Ruo whom he had just met, holding a tray with two thick books on it, and Fang Qi's pupils Miniature, that quaint and simple cover, he will never admit it wrong, it is the cover of becoming a god!

Compared with ordinary stallion novels, the cover text is flamboyant and the cover background is gaudy, this cover is definitely a clean stream in the cover of stallion novels. At first glance, he thought it was not a stallion but a real drama. He believed in the evil on the cover at the beginning. , I thought it was a serious drama, I thought the author was telling a story honestly, who knew this book was poisonous!It’s okay to be angry after reading it!As soon as he finished the first part, he didn't find the contents of the lower part, so he went into the book...

It should not be wearing a book now.

Yan Ruo held the tray in both hands and handed it to him, Zheng Yun said: "Look if it's these two books."

Fang Qi suddenly fell silent, skimmed "Become a God", directly took "God's Wrath", flipped it in his hand, there was no words, and it was full of blank paper.

"No words." Fang Qi put the book back.

Zheng Yun said: "No..."

"I know," Fang Qi squinted at him, and said, "You don't need to tell me, I will stroke it myself."

Fang Qi was still trembling at first, afraid of offending this or offending that, he shrank his head like a tortoise, but now he only needs to use his brain a little, and he can guess a lot.

Fang Qi said softly: "So, this is the real world, and "Becoming a God" is not a book, so all the things I saw in this book happened in real life?"

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the hall seemed to be quieter.

After a long time, Zheng Yun sighed and said, "That's right."

Fang Qi revealed a hint of contempt, and said, "I know where I am now."

Fang Qi stood up from the stone chair and looked out through the main hall. In the distance, there were undulating clouds and mountains, lingering fairy mist, and auspicious air. It was really a picture of a fairy.

"This is not just Pujiang Mountain, but God's Wrath, right?!" Fang Qi withdrew his gaze, turned around in the hall, and said sarcastically, "What should I say about you? You all looked at each other and said yes. Lost dogs are flattery!"

As soon as these words came out, the quiet hall finally became lively.

"You!" Zheng Yun blushed and stood up.

Homeless dog - a homeless dog.