After the demon king failed to beg for death

Before going out, Fu Ling thought that the people in Tianhuo Pavilion would make trouble for him.

It's just that he didn't expect this group of people to stare at him so closely, and followed him as soon as he went out.

Tianhuo Pavilion must also have a stronghold in Cangzhou, otherwise, it would be impossible for Yujian to fly for so long without being aware of it, not to mention that there is a Nether Patriarch with an unknown cultivation level beside him.

Two months ago, Fu Ling might still be a little apprehensive, so he resolved it with a twist.

but now……

Fu Ling blocked the entrance of the alley by himself, hooked the corners of his mouth, burst into a piercing smile, and lifted his feet up.

On the big tree at the entrance of the alley, two sparrows flew away in shock, but no one knew what happened in the alley.

Soon, Tianhuo Pavilion's stronghold in Cangzhou ushered in a kicker.

Fu Ling held a person in one hand, and almost squeezed the ground to an inch, and arrived in front of the gate of Tianhuo Pavilion in the blink of an eye.

He kicked open the gate of Tianhuo Pavilion, and threw the two of them into the air.

The stronghold of Tianhuo Pavilion in Cangzhou is also considered magnificent. Although the place is not big, it is also a pavilion with vertical and horizontal stairs.

Entering from the gate is a very large martial arts training ground, and there are still many disciples practicing.

Generally, most of these small strongholds are used to inquire about news and summon identities.

There are not many people with strong cultivation base here, and it is a great thing to have a monk in the foundation building stage here.

Most of them are mortals with advanced martial arts, or grassroots disciples who have just stepped into Qi refining.

The people in Tianhuo Pavilion probably thought that Fu Ling was still that uncultivated miscellaneous spirit root disciple, so they sent these two people who had just entered Qi refining to follow him.

Fu Ling clapped his hands, jumped up, and stood directly on the highest roof in the yard, and said indifferently: "Let you, the most powerful person, come out."

All the disciples stopped their movements one after another, and scolded their fellow disciples who were thrown in unconsciously, "Who are you? How dare you trespass on the territory of Tianhuo Pavilion."

Fu Ling straightened his sleeves: "Who am I, don't you all know? If you don't say something a second time, if you don't come, I'll do it here."

In his eyes, there is no set of rules not to attack mortals, and when it is time to fight, he will not show mercy.

"You are that Luo Xuan of Xuantian Sect."

"Just like you, we still need our big steward to do something. You think too highly of yourself. Let me capture you."

As one of the disciples said, he jumped up and tried to fly to the roof.

Just in the middle of the air, Fu Ling waved his hands and just waved his sleeves.

Before touching the bricks and tiles, the man flew upside down and slammed heavily on a big tree in the yard.

All the people present were shocked by this hand, and stared at Fu Ling in a daze.

There is a portrait hanging in all the strongholds of Tianhuo Pavilion.

This portrait is not a master, nor is it an important figure in Tianhuo Pavilion, it is precisely Fu Ling.

When Guardian Right came out of Xuantianzong, he had people draw a bunch of portraits of Fu Ling and hang them on various strongholds of Tianhuo Pavilion.

And a hunting order was issued, no matter which stronghold, once this person is seen, he must be arrested.

The news they knew was that this Fu Ling was just a mortal with miscellaneous spirit roots, and many disciples looked at this face on the portrait, all with malicious intentions.

They even look forward to meeting them as soon as possible, so that not only can they make great achievements, but maybe they can also taste the taste of beauty.

But now, seeing Fu Ling's white clothes fluttering and his black hair flying, these people think that he is just a Shura from hell.

All the charming thoughts disappeared.

With his hands behind his back, Fu Ling looked coldly at the group of disciples off the court, and directly released the pressure of soul consciousness that did not belong to the monks in the foundation establishment period.

Doing so is actually kind of bullying.

However, he didn't have so much time to talk to this group of people, he had to hit one hit and turn this stronghold into his own battlefield.

Without Mingshi Mountain, it seems to be a very interesting thing to transform a Tianhuo Pavilion.

The powerful pressure of soul consciousness is more uncomfortable than that of divine consciousness, and it is difficult to breathe.

Fear surrounds everyone's heart, the entire stronghold is shrouded in this kind of coercion, and there is no thought of resistance. Everyone wants to surrender to the man in front of them from the bottom of their hearts.

Fu Ling's voice almost spread throughout the stronghold.

"Give you two choices, die or surrender."

As always, the magic way style, not muddled.

Fu Ling has always liked this way of handling things, he can do it, and he definitely doesn't say much.

The answer is obvious, this kind of suppression from the depths of the soul makes people unable to resist the slightest emotion.

The Chief Officer stationed here is also a monk in the Foundation Establishment period, but under such pressure, he only feels fear, as if a big hand is strangling his throat, making people suffocate.

"I am willing to surrender."

Everyone knelt down on one knee and bowed deeply to Fu Ling.

Fu Ling nodded in satisfaction, withdrew his soul consciousness, fell from the roof, and with a wave of his hand, directly shattered the plaque hanging on the Tianhuo Pavilion under the eaves.

"From today onwards, this place is no longer the stronghold of Tianhuo Pavilion, but how it works on weekdays, you still do it, do you understand what I mean?"

The general manager hesitated, but just now the feeling of dying and surrender came to his mind, and he couldn't think of anything else.

"Understood, everything is obeyed by the master."

This means that they want them to be a nail in the Tianhuo Pavilion and be Fu Ling's internal response at any time.

Fu Ling hadn't done such a bullying thing for a long time.

It is also handy to go back to the old business again.

He put his hands behind his back, walked out the door, turned around before leaving the door and said: "Since you have followed me, you should follow my principles, go out for a walk during the day if you have nothing to do, and see if there are any Those who need help, restore the bad reputation of Tianhuo Pavilion."

After finishing speaking, Fu Ling left.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

"What does it mean?"

The manager pondered for a while, then calmly said: "I don't understand what it means, don't you understand such a simple thing as helping others?"

Everyone in Tianhuo Pavilion, who has always been violent and violent, fell into suspicion.

The person who used strong means to check and balance them just now wanted them to help others.

It's a bit magical!

Fu Ling, who left the stronghold of Tianhuo Pavilion, was in a good mood.

He didn't expect these people to surrender to him so sincerely, but he just hoped that he would not be harassed by these people again during his stay in Cangzhou.

If you can really accept this stronghold, then you can make a good plan for the future of Tianhuo Pavilion.

Fu Ling just walked slowly on the streets of Cangzhou.

Both sides of the road are also very lively, but all the things sold are used by literati.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone have a strong book fragrance.

Fu Ling walked to a small vendor selling folding fans, and picked out a paper fan.

Carpe diem in time for writing.

After paying the money, Fu Ling swaggered through the market with this folding fan.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is ostentatious.

Fu Ling has a delicate face, fair skin, fluttering white clothes, and waist-length black hair flying in the wind.

And because of his cultivation, he exudes a sense of immortality.

In the eyes of ordinary people, no matter how you look at it, you look like a fairy above the nine heavens, and you can't help but make people look sideways.

But the person being watched didn't know anything, until an almost fiery gaze froze on Fu Ling's body.

Cultivators are always sensitive to the gaze of others.

Well-meaning, curious, admiring, even malicious.

Feeling this gaze, Fu Ling twitched his eyebrows slightly.

A well-dressed and handsome man has already stopped in front of him.

"I've been in Cangzhou City for 23 years, and I've never met anyone with such temperament as the young master. I don't know if I'll be lucky enough to meet him."

The man has a smile on his lips, everything is exquisite from head to toe, and because of his handsome appearance, such things are always unfavorable.

Fu Ling stopped in his tracks, unfolded the folding fan he had just bought, fanned it a few times at random, and just glanced at it without saying a word, just passing him by.

Don't say I know each other, but I don't even have the idea to say a word.

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

That noble young master seemed to be more interested in him.

Not embarrassed by being ignored, he turned to follow Fu Ling's pace.

"My name is Tao Xian, and I'm the son of the lord of Cangzhou City. This is your first time in Cangzhou. I can be a tour guide for you."

Fu Ling didn't feel that he needed a tour guide, and felt that this person was unusually noisy in his ears.

It was the first time for Tao Xian to see such a stunning beauty in the world, so he naturally refused to miss it.

He has always liked beautiful people, no matter male or female, as long as they are beautiful, he likes to make friends with them very much.

Most of the beauties in Cangzhou City are acquainted with him.

Tao Xian was not offended by Fu Ling's attitude, on the contrary, his unaffected appearance was even more attractive, and he was not at all moved by his status as the son of the city lord.

"Don't ignore me, the world is so big, we can meet, that is a kind of fate, it is fate to meet thousands of miles away, don't you think so?"

Fu Ling walked, and Tao Xian followed until he stopped in front of the mansion where Patriarch You Ming lived.

Tao Xian looked at the inconspicuous gate outside, and said pleasantly, "Is this where you live?"

This is where even beauties live!

Standing in front of the gate, Fu Ling finally looked squarely at the person who had followed and made noise all the way.

"Do you know what happened to the last person I hit on like this?"

Tao Xian felt that the beauty was seductive even though she looked cold, so he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"I'm not someone else, why should I know what other people look like, I'm different from those people."

Tao Xian felt that he just admired beauties, and he didn't act too aggressively. Compared with those vulgar people who coveted beauty, he was no different.

Then, he saw Fu Ling raised his hand, just waved his sleeve lightly, and the big tree beside him, which was thicker than his body, was cut off in the middle without a sound, and fell down with a bang.

Fu Ling's voice came over with no emotion: "That person is just like this tree, he should have been reincarnated at this time."

Tao Xian looked at the tree, compared himself to his head, clasped his fists together, and said loudly: "Brother, take your leave, there will be no future!"

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

Fu Ling: Do you strike up a conversation?The kind that loses its head.

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