Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Fu Siqian concealed his doubts and arranged for everyone to help Wen Rong up. Although they had broken the dream of "Three Thousand Worlds", they still needed interrogation to fully understand the disaster Wen Rong committed and the whole story of Jiang Yang's evil deeds. .

Yan Fangshi and the rest of the people had been waiting at Wen's house for a long time. He didn't care about Wen Rong's affairs, and when he was free, he went to Feng Tinghan's side, not paying attention to Fu Siqian's previous warning.

"How is it? Is there any progress?" When he was not talking, he still looked like a human being, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't do it anymore. The landlord Yan winked at the people beside him, as if watching the excitement was not a big deal.

Feng Tinghan raised his eyes and quickly glanced not far away, turned sideways calmly, his face with a cute smile changed instantly, he turned his back to Fu Siqian, raised his eyebrows towards Yan Fang, and said coolly: "Didn't you guess it all?"

Oops!This is a posture to settle accounts after autumn!

There was a sudden chill on the back of his neck, like a cold wind blowing a smile, Yan Fang subconsciously distanced himself from this person, lowered his voice and pretended to be stupid: "What happened just now? Why can't I remember? This Wen family is too evil It’s true, the house follows its owner, it’s not a good place, and if you stay for a long time, you might die.”

Feng Tinghan didn't bother to waste his words, this guy has always been like this, he "lost his memory" when he did something wrong, Yan Fang had previously sabotaged his plan on his own initiative, but now that he put on this appearance, he obviously guessed that he had already found out.

Yan Fangshi has two little-known little hobbies. One is that he is too curious and loves to gossip. In private, he can't hold back things and can't control his mouth. When he hears rumors, he can't stop talking. The second is that he likes to play pranks, like an old child, as soon as he has a playful mind, he tries his best to drag others into the water together.

Walking through the illusion, coupled with the confrontation between Yan Fangshi and Fu Siqian, how could Feng Tinghan not understand that with the temper of a certain immortal venerable who might not be able to get away with a whip, before What happened in "Liuhua Clothes Shop" must have been fueled by Yan Fangshi.

The feeling of spreading everything out was too powerful and disrupted all his original plans.

Feng Tinghan thought of that hoarse and forceful voice, and the phrase "You have to wait for me", he hesitated rarely, this kind of direction seemed to be good, he rubbed his knuckles, finally said nothing, accepted what happened everything of.

In order to support the "Three Thousand Worlds", Wen Rong donated his own flesh and blood, and his soul was separated and forced back. I can't help planting in the mansion.

He was no longer conscious and kept talking nonsense, but in the end it was the female cultivator from Yinhualou who used secret techniques to make him answer questions obediently, and slowly pieced together the general idea of ​​what happened.

After Wen Liuhua's death, although Wen Rong deliberately concealed it, he was still discovered by the servants of the Wen family.After the sudden and sudden death of old man Wen, many people already suspected Wen Rong who had benefited the most. Now that Wen Liuhua is also dead, his suspicion is undoubtedly even more serious.In order to keep himself, Wen Rong killed all the servants of the Wen family under the instigation of "Three Thousands of Ages". .

At that time, Wen Rong suddenly appeared in the shop. The boy's surprise was not groundless. Wen Rong stayed at home all day, declined all the people who came to visit, and didn't go to the shop often, living in seclusion.Fragrance-containing fabrics are hardly in circulation in the market, except for those dedicated to emperors, dignitaries and dignitaries can't buy them even if they come to ask for a lot of money, they can only look at them.

The more Fu Siqian thought about it, the tighter he became. Wen Rong didn't appear suddenly, he simply went there for himself and Feng Tinghan. The feeling of being calculated reappeared, which was very annoying.

The cultivators on the side were discussing that the corpses they found in the river outside the city before were none other than the innocent servants of the Wen family.

When Wen Rong killed them, he used his soul to feed the evil flowers and poisonous weeds in the yard. The "Three Thousand Worlds" blood vines gnawed on the corpses, and the stumps were thrown into the river together. The evil spirits stir up trouble in the river.

Wen Rong's crime is unforgivable. As the murderer of all, he has the cause and effect of innocent people who died in vain. Everyone is going to the river to solve the remaining evil spirits, so they take him with them, just to end the cause and effect between them enmity.

Fu Sigan burned all the surrounding flowers and trees, and they found Wen Liuhua's body among the flowers. The flowers on her face had been destroyed by the wind and cold, and her whole face was bloody. Identify.

After all, the affairs of the world must be handed over to the dynasty. Wen Liuhua's body was left in Wen's house. Yan Fangshi had already arranged for someone to notify the local government, and they arrived after they left.

After leaving the city, Fu Siqian summoned the flying boat, and the group rushed to the place where the corpse was found before, and after dealing with the evil spirit, the matter was completely over.

The flying boat travels among the clouds, like a flying crane with fluttering wings, blowing away everything covered by the mist, and the mist clears, and the sky is bright and beautiful.

Fu Siqian was worried, he got into the room as soon as he got on the flying boat, everything that happened was too coincidental, and Feng Tinghan was not affected by "Three Thousand Worlds", he needed to sort out his thoughts.

Feng Tinghan wanted to go back to the room, but Yan Fangshi turned his arms and pulled him behind the flying boat. Many small benches were placed on the empty floor, and all the cultivators were sitting in a row, staring at him with bright eyes.

Feng Tinghan: "???"

"I just said that he will definitely not refuse." Yan Fangshi grinned, and pressed Feng Tinghan on the stool in the middle.

When Feng Tinghan stared straight at Yan Fang, he smiled but didn't smile, Taohua's eyes were cold, and a sentence was played in scrolling: I need an explanation.

Yan Fangshi was startled by his stare, and quickly explained: "Everyone wants to hear what happened in Wen's house, so I will do a good deed and call you for them."

He deliberately emphasized the tone of "helping them", as innocent as if he was just a poor little oppressed.

The cultivators chattered: "Yes, yes, Lord Yan is just helping to call Brother Feng over, we are curious about what happened."

"We didn't help much, and it's hard to explain to the master when we go back, so we wanted to listen to Brother Feng to talk about what happened."

"This matter has nothing to do with Lord Yan, Brother Feng, don't think too much about it."

……

Yan Fangshi's virtues, he knew very well in his heart, that guy watching the excitement was no big deal, he and Fu Siqian left for such a short time, this guy won the hearts of the cultivators, and even encouraged people to ask questions.

Feng Tinghan looked at the group of people who had been sold and counted money for Yan Fang, and couldn't help but twitch his forehead, thinking that Fu Sigan's phrase "brainless" should be used here.Rejection is unavoidable, and one has to maintain a gentle and generous image. Feng Tinghan searched for corners where no one could see, gave Yan Fangshi a hard look, and wrote down the account.

"What do you want to know?" Feng Tinghan smiled softly.

He was good-looking, like a walking beauty, his smile stunned those who were close to him.

Yan Fangshi secretly cursed, seeing that man's hopeless appearance, he sat down on the bench next to Feng Tinghan in a graceful manner, and then... fell a beautiful buttock.

"Eh!"

He slammed loudly and immediately attracted everyone's attention. Feng Tinghan raised his eyebrows and smiled deeply: "This stool is made of wood. It's amazing that Master Yan can sit down on one butt!"

Yan Fangshi: "..."

The four legs of the wooden stool fell apart, and low laughter came from the side. Due to the identity of the owner of Yanhua Building, everyone laughed not too much.But this was enough to make Yan Fangshi angry, so angry that he hung a black line on his forehead, quickly got up from the ground, and patted the dust on his body without saying a word.

He was also amazed that even with his hands, he might not be able to collapse the solid wooden stool, let alone sit on it.

This is clearly naked revenge!

Yan Fangshi complained about the flesh on his body, so he pulled the stool next to him and wanted to sit down, that's all, he was the one who plotted against that guy first, so let him take it upon himself.

After adjusting his mentality, he thought the matter was over, but others obviously didn't think so.

Feng Tinghan curled his lips and looked at his hand holding the stool, pretending to be surprised: "Does Master Yan still want to sit on a stool? Aren't you afraid that something will happen if you fall?"

He has seen this expression countless times since he was a child, and the wind and rain are about to come, which indicates that someone is not far from bad luck.Yan Fangshi subconsciously let go of his hand, and the stool fell on the flying boat, making a dull sound, just like his mood, very dull and depressing.

A cultivator said: "It should be a coincidence just now, this stool may not be broken again."

Yan Fangshi: No, if he sits down today, it will definitely break down!

Feng listened to the cold words and laughed at Yanyan: "It's better to be careful, the loss outweighs the gain if it breaks, right, Lord Yan?"

The villain in Yan Fangshi squatted in the corner biting the handkerchief aggrievedly, and forced a smile on his face that seemed to escape into the void: "Yes, it's better to be careful."

Feng Tinghan took the bench under his feet away, and his smile deepened: "There is no other place to sit on here, why don't Lord Yan just sit on the ground, after all, the flying boat won't be worn through."

The rest of the people didn't know that the dark tide was raging between the two of them, one interjected and the other replied, completely unaware of where the topic had been misdirected.

"This flying boat is very strong, Lord Yan just sit on it boldly, it will definitely not collapse."

"I heard that this flying boat was custom-made by Lingyun Immortal. I found a famous magic weapon maker, and the quality is naturally high."

"Yes, yes, my master was present when Lingyun Xianzun made the order. Brother Li is right."

Yan Fangshi: "..."

Who cares if the quality of this broken flying boat is good!Yan Fangshi lowered his head and looked at the ground. Although he doesn't have a serious cleanliness habit like a certain immortal, it doesn't mean he doesn't like cleanliness. People who have been pampered in Yanhualou all year round have high-quality food and clothing. Why? I have suffered this kind of grievance!

This is bound to be impossible... not to sit!

Nothing happened this time, Yan Fangshi sat on the ground safe and sound, and looked at each other with a group of people sitting on small benches, feeling that his aloof and mysterious image was completely gone.

The others started to listen to the wind and listen to the story again, Feng Tinghan put his elbows on his knees, picked up some things to fool him, and in a few words, he exposed what happened at Wen's house.

Yan Fangshi was in a complicated mood, he didn't understand why he was putting in so much effort, and he didn't hear anything he wanted to hear.He finally understood that he must not count this person in the future, and he will be retaliated against if he doesn't mention it.

Losing big!

It was still early, and everyone was very curious about Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable. Feng Tinghan was his only apprentice, so everyone naturally didn't want to let this opportunity go easily, and asked many questions, all centered around that famous Immortal Venerable Expanded.

Feng Tinghan, who was going to find an excuse to leave, sat back in a strange way, and answered several questions uncharacteristically.

Fu Siqian thought about it for a long time but didn't come up with a reason, and was going to ask Feng Tinghan directly, but he waited in the house for a long time, but Feng Tinghan didn't come back, his patience was worn out, so he came out to arrest him by himself.

Fu Siqian almost thought that something was wrong because he didn't see a single figure along the way. Just as he was about to activate the Heart and Soul Curse, he suddenly heard a burst of loud shouts, mixed with laughter one after another.

Feng Tinghan mentioned that Fu Siqian's words hit the nail on the head, Yan Fangshi was eloquent, spitting stars were flying all over the sky, and there were so many Yanhua Buildings, it was gossip, he told several deeds of Zhaoyuan Xianzun to prove it, making everyone laugh , Shouting that Zhaoyuan Xianzun did a beautiful job.

Fu Siqian leaned against the wall, did not deliberately hide, and listened to their stories with raised eyebrows.

In "Supreme Divine Lord", there are not many descriptions of Zhaoyuan Xianzun. Although he has the memory of the original owner, the memory is like an old machine that has been in disrepair. Only recently discovered.

He may not be as deep as Yan Fangshi in his understanding of this immortal venerable, at least he doesn't know what Yan Fangshi said, and the original owner doesn't have it in his memory.

"Do you know how the comprehension world evaluated Zhaoyuan Xianzun when he moved Kyushu with his sword?" Yan Fangshi asked a question with a smile.

Everyone here is young, and they can only be regarded as juniors in the cultivation world. Naturally, they don't understand such things, and what they know is limited to what is described in today's folk tales.

"Is it One Sword Three Autumns?"

"It should be the blazing fire of swordsmanship, and all ghosts and gods will fall."

……

The crowd gave several answers at random, but Yan Fangshi denied them one by one. He shook his head and smiled deeper, with the look that you can guess that I am the loser.

Even Fu Siqian became curious, the answers just now were similar to what he thought, and none of them were right, so how did the comprehension world evaluate the original owner?

Feng Tinghan squinted his eyes, and looked at the clouds in the distance. He and Xianzun Zhaoyuan were barely considered to be of the same age. That person became famous in the battle in Xihe Town, and he happened to kill the nightmare that had trapped him for a long time. Completely fell into the devil world.

I have to say that the evaluation is very appropriate, and he has also heard it.

Before he was tricked into exile in Wuji Mountain, it was not that he hadn't had the idea of ​​making an appointment with Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable, but it was a pity that it was all gone. Now it seems that he may have no chance in the future.

Yan Fang deliberately played tricks all the time, letting everyone guess aimlessly, he quietly rubbed to the side, tugging at the hem of his winter clothes to make him bow his head.

Feng Tinghan was thinking about something in his heart, and took advantage of the situation to get short, and the two of them were head to head, looking close from the back.

Fu Siqian tightened his brows, an indescribable hostility welled up in his heart, and he unconsciously released coercion.

The people who were eagerly chatting suddenly acted like a mouse seeing a cat, kept silent and looked sideways, looking for the source of power, and quietly touched the magic weapon.

Feng Tinghan's eyes turned cold, and his body reacted subconsciously. Qingfeng was revealed between his fingers. Although his cultivation had not been fully recovered, it was not a problem to resist this kind of power.

Yan Fangshi's face turned pale, Feng Tinghan immediately caught him, palmed his heart power to send it over, and secretly helped him bear the pressure.

The gaffe was only for a moment, and Fu Siqian immediately withdrew his power after reacting, and walked out of the corner pretending to be calm: "When you encounter danger on the road, remember to keep calm. Protecting yourself is the most important thing. You all reacted very quickly just now. I am very happy." Rejoice."

Just a few seconds ago, everyone's foreheads were sweating. Hearing Fu Siqian's words at this time, he realized from the daze that the Immortal Venerable was testing them!

Although the reason for this test sounds far-fetched, and faintly exudes a sense of shamelessness.

Fu Siqian opened his eyes and told nonsense, he didn't feel guilty at all, he sat down on the stool that Yan Fang didn't sit on, looked at someone who was weakly lying in Feng Tinghan's arms, twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled. Smiling and taunting: "Lord Yan, don't arrange other people today, change your mind, and follow the example of those delicate girls and throw yourself into other people's arms?"

Yan Fangshi who had just breathed a sigh of relief: "..."

Fu Siqian sneered: "The red apricots in the courtyard wall are in full bloom, but Lord Yan likes to rub against the corner. Is it because he is tired and wants to rest, or is he thinking about climbing the wall and picking a branch?"

I just heard that Zhaoyuan Xianzun hit the nail on the head and spoke sharp words, but seeing him now, his reputation is indeed well-deserved.

Many people moved the small benches back, for fear of being affected for no reason, they didn't want to be tested again.

When "Hong Xing" Feng Tinghan let go of Yan Fang with black lines all over his head, he didn't want to hear about Hong Xing's cheating in the next second.

Yan Fangshi, who was forced to put on the hat of "trying to poach the wall" and was brutally pushed away: "..."

There are ten thousand vulgar words in my heart, and I want to discuss it with the ancestors of the two people in front of me.

Feng Ting Hanxun sensed that the atmosphere was not right, so he opened his mouth first, and said with concern: "Just now I spent a lot of energy at Wen's house, and I'm afraid that I will disturb Master when I go back to my room. I don't know if Master is resting well?"

Fu Siqian pushed back mercilessly: "You created the "Three Thousand Worlds" and the illusion of floating life, so I just walked around, do I need to rest? "

Feng Tinghan, who just finished explaining to everyone before, said that this time he completely relied on his master to break the trick of the illusion: "..."

The car overturned unexpectedly.

The sight that fell on him instantly became hot, Feng Tinghan tried to raise the corners of his mouth, but ended in failure.

The way of heaven is reincarnation, retribution is not good, and you always have to pay it back when you come out to mess around.

Feng Tinghan spread his hands in despair, and wanted to slip away when he got up: "Master's words are really nice, look at me, I'm so tired that my memory has gone wrong, I'm going back to my room to rest, everyone, chat slowly."

"Wait, do I let you go?" Fu Siqian said calmly, unable to detect any emotion, "Sit down obediently."

Feng Tinghan: "..."

The escape plan collapsed in the middle.

The cultivator sitting on the small bench straightened his back unconsciously. Is the Immortal Venerable so strict with his disciple Du Miaomiao? He doesn't let him rest when he's tired.

As expected of the famous Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable!

Feng Tinghan sat back with a bitter face, secretly thinking about how he had offended this uncertain master again.

The only one who could be considered happy was Yan Fangshi, his face was still pale but his eyes were sparkling.It's been a long time to see the big devil deflated, and it should be included in his year's list of interesting things.

The drooping little apprentice was like a rabbit whose ears were being pulled, Fu Siqian's mood suddenly improved, and a smile appeared in his eyes.Just as he was about to appease the little rabbit, he glanced at Yan Fangshi's shining eyes. Could this guy be so happy to see Feng Tinghan come back?

Fu Siqian's face darkened again.

The good mood was swept away, and he began to think about whether to drive Feng Tinghan back to his room with depression in his chest.

What to look at, don’t you know that other people’s things are rarely seen? !

Fu Siqian secretly scolded Yan Fangshi upside down in his heart, and even recorded this person in his little notebook, hoping to find a legitimate excuse one day to teach this guy a good lesson.

As soon as Feng Tinghan sat down, he was pulled by Fu Siqian's arm. He was so strong that he almost fell into Fu Siqian's arms. He pressed his cold fingers to his forehead and pressed him on his knee with a little force.

Fu Siqian lowered his eyelids and said concisely: "Sleep."

Feng Tinghan laughed immediately, he didn't even care about the headache caused by the cold hands, adjusted his posture, leaned on his side pillow, his face was comfortably attached to the soft clothes like clouds.

Fu Siqian rubbed his hair, raised his hand to cover Feng Tinghan's ears, and smiled faintly at Yan Fangshi.

Yan Fangshi: "..."

"Lord Yan, why are you sitting on the ground?"

Can you talk about such a shameful thing?

That must be impossible!

Yan Fangshi raised his chin, and put on the most arrogant gesture to the man in front of him who was trying to provoke him: "I just want to try—"

"Lord Yan's stool collapsed, and he sat on the ground because he was afraid of falling again."

A trace of surprise flashed across Fu Siqian's eyes, and he gave a short laugh.

Yan Fangshi, who was so embarrassed that he wanted to jump off the flying boat: "..."

This cultivator, which sect are you from?Which heartless person taught you such an incomprehensible apprentice?

"As expected of the landlord of Yan, the stool can collapse." Fu Siqian "boasted" extremely carelessly.

A cultivator interrupted: "It's not just sitting down, the stool is torn apart."

One person interrupted, and set a precedent for the rest of the people: "I can't even split it so piecemeal with bare hands."

"Lord Yanzhu has unique skills, and his reputation is well-deserved."

……

He could see that this group of people didn't understand faces at all, but they were too good at reading faces. One was the immortal who led the team to eliminate disasters, and the other was an outsider who had just met for two days. When the two confronted, there was no need to choose. Xianzun, who knows that he wants to improve his reputation and status, stands on the street.

Sure enough, there are a group of pious guys in the righteous way, Yan Fangshi was so angry that he couldn't speak, so he simply closed his mouth and pretended to be dumb.

Fu Siqian didn't speak anymore, his eyelids were closed and he was motionless, with one hand firmly covering Feng Tinghan's ear.

It's not like Feng Tinghan, no one dared to ask this fairy, he just sat and didn't speak, and a group of people didn't dare to leave, just sat beside him, not daring to make a sound, for fear of making a noise he.

It wasn't until the flying boat stopped that everyone breathed a sigh of relief, silently thinking in their hearts that they would avoid going to the side of the immortal in the future.

Along the way, only Qingfeng Liuyun was with him, Feng Tinghan actually took a nap for a while, he didn't wake up when the flying boat stopped, it was Fu Siqian who woke him up.

The cultivators who stretched their arms and kicked their legs became sour again. No matter how strict the immortal master was, he still had the face of a gentle master.

Feng Tinghan just woke up, squinted his eyes in a daze, and yawned several times in succession.

"So sleepy?"

"Sleepy."

Fu Sigan glanced at him, and suddenly remembered that Feng Tinghan was like this when he was at Wen's house, rubbing against his palm stickily, and softly said that he was sleepy.

Thinking of this, Fu Siqian smirked slightly: "If you don't go back to your room before you get sleepy, do you have so much to chat with them?"

Feng Tinghan regained his energy all of a sudden, hid his smile, and said in a drawn-out tone: "Of course there are."

Before the corners of Fu Siqian's mocking lips curled up, Feng Tinghan quickly added: "We talked about the master, the master is too powerful, especially the Sanqiu sword move, everyone admires it, and has been pulling me to ask Have you ever seen it, but it's a pity..."

The surface of the river was calm, Fu Siqian put away the flying boat, gave him a vague look, and walked to the shore first, followed by pure soy sauce before, and now he suddenly wanted to exercise his muscles and bones.

The evil spirits were hiding in the river, and they had already treated the remains of the corpse with corpse water, and Wen Rong was thrown into the river as a bait before the anger of the wronged soul was dispelled. Then a black vortex emerged on the surface of the river.

Fu Siqian moved his wrists and touched his toes to hang in mid-air. He waved his hand and slashed towards the center of the vortex. The red light instantly stirred up a violent wave and completely stirred up the vortex.

Feng Tinghan rubbed his nose, his eyes fell on the person in plain clothes and white robe not far away, listening to the surprised conversation next to him.

"Is Xianzun going to do it himself?"

"As soon as Xianzun makes a move, can we still be used?"

"When I came out this time, I didn't do anything, only the Immortal Venerable and Feng Tinghan eliminated the disaster with their own hands."

"Why don't you go and talk to Xianzun, saying that you want to replace him and let him leave the evil to you?"

"I don't dare. If I can't participate, I won't participate. It's worth the trip to see the demeanor of Xianzun's action with my own eyes."

……

He didn't expect that when he raised his mouth, that person would really make a move.

When Feng Tinghan caught the silent Yan Fang, he tentatively said, "I have a friend."

Yan Fangshi looked indifferent: "Anyone who can say such a thing, most of the friends mentioned are the speaker himself."

Feng Tinghan: "..."

"As for it, I'm still angry. Didn't you come to recruit me first? It's easy for you to fall."

Yan Fangshi looked humiliated, and said angrily: "It's okay to fall, but I was laughed at by that narrow-minded!"

Feng Tinghan was stunned for two seconds before he realized who the "small-minded" was referring to, and his eyes drifted to the figure standing in mid-air, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Yan Fangshi: "???"

Does this count as secondary damage?

Oh, man, a man who forgets his friends after seeing sex!

Yan Fangshi's face was cold, and he was thinking in his heart, he was too tired these years, he should find some time to rest and rest, fuck the right guardian, who cares about it!

After so many years of support, it was a fateful friendship. Feng Tinghan smiled enough, took the initiative to push Yan Fangshi's arm, and said solemnly: "I have a friend, and my friend also has a friend. He entrusted me A friend asked me a question."

The gossip-loving host Yan quietly raised his ears: "What's the problem?"

"A man suddenly said something strange to him, and told him to wait for him."

"Strange words?" Yan Zhuzhu's eyes lit up, "How strange?"

Feng Tinghan thought for a while, and thought he was very clever to change the original words: "Say she is his daughter-in-law."

"Didn't he say that you are his child bride?" Lord Yan blurted out.

Feng Tinghan: "..."

Yan Fangshi: "..." It's over, did he reveal something?

Feng Tinghan narrowed his eyes, his sharp light was as sharp as a knife: "How do you know?"

Yan Fangshi laughed dryly, his eyes fluttered, thinking about what excuses he could use to get away with it.

"During this time, you seem to be very free." Feng Tinghan laughed again and again, "It seems that there are not many things going on in Yanhualou recently, so you still have the time to meddle in other things. The Xiaoyao League lacks people to sit in the town, why don't you help Help Song Ruhuan?"

Didn't you call me from Xiaoyaomeng to Jiangyang?Who can I restrain if I only know how to escape?Yan Fangshi dared to be angry and dare not speak out, wishing to beat himself to death when he slipped out just now.

"The Jiangyang matter is over, you can start your journey, lest—"

"My God, is this the reappearance of Xihe Town?" Yan Fangshi stared and pointed to the side, surprised.

After being interrupted, Feng Tinghan was a little displeased, and looked in the direction Yan Fangshi pointed, if this guy dared to play tricks on him, he would...

Feng Tinghan's eyes were fixed, and he didn't care about anything else, the only person in the world could catch his eyes.

The river water shattered into pieces of ice in the air, restrained by spiritual power and unable to fall down, the red light floated between the mercury and stars, evoking a few exquisite poetic flavors.In the gap between the sky and the clouds, the long wind kissed Kai Shengxue's clothes, like the rotten years hidden deep in the bushes, being cut open one by one by a sharp edge.

The spring water kisses the snow, melting the eyes full of dust.

Fu Siqian brushed the sword inch by inch with his long fingers, and the red light opened the edge of the ink sword. The flames that suddenly ignited to the fullest, followed him and rushed to the bottom of the river with a wave of his hand, turning into an inextinguishable fire dragon, swimming in the river water linger.

The evil beings hiding at the bottom of the river are extremely cunning. They have been hiding here for several years, and they have already cultivated their spiritual wisdom. When the flying boat landed, they got under the boulders at the bottom of the river, hiding from this group of menacing cultivators.

The fire dragon circled the bottom of the river several times without finding any evil spirits. Fu Siqian was not worried at all. He stood in the sea of ​​water droplets and flowers condensed by spiritual power, his body was covered with snow and bones, and he was indifferent and indifferent for half his life.

"Oh!"

The river water was mixed with gravel and splashed around. Looking carefully, the fire dragon passed through the boulders at the bottom of the river abruptly!

coming.

Fu Siqian raised his eyelids, and the aura of his whole body suddenly changed, becoming more fierce, like a blood-stained blade, with a domineering chill.

The overwhelming coercion was violent and raging, almost overwhelming, forcing a group of cultivators to fall to the ground, unable to lift their heads, only the thought of surrender remained.

Alone in the air.

There was only one person standing on the shore.

The powerful cultivation suppressed Feng Tinghan's heart even more excited, he couldn't bear to look away even when blood was forced out of his mouth, his fighting spirit was ignited, his bones were clamoring, he couldn't surrender.

He will never surrender!

Feng Tinghan pressed his lips tightly to prevent the blood from flowing out, the figure surrounded by red set a fire in his eyes, which dried up the blood and burned half the sky red.

One day, he will defeat this man, he will make this man surrender at his feet!

The black shadow was pierced through the chest by the fire dragon, and rushed out of the river roaring. Fu Siqian seized the timing, turned his wrist lightly, and slashed down with his sword across the air.

Following his movements, the surrounding water splashed a little bit of crystal light, like a pear blossom in the sky, fluttering down, and under the sword under his sleeve, there were all clear and light shadows.

This is one sword and three autumns.

Yijian Sanqiu with icy ice flowers and blood splashing everywhere.

A full house of flowers drunk three thousand guests, a sword of frost and cold fourteen states.

This was the tacit consensus of the comprehension circle back then. They wrote down the double praise of being handsome and powerful, and presented it to the man who beheaded thousands of undead and walked out of Xihe Town stepping on piles of bones.

In the next few decades, he will be honored as "Xianzun Zhaoyuan".

Yan Fang's secretive evaluation, lingering in Feng Ting's chilling heart for a long time, the man who wielded a sword and killed the evil spirits was resolute and cold, even if these words were not meant for him, he still deserved them.

The evil creature didn't even have a chance to struggle, and was killed by Sanqiu's sword. The swallowed resentment was unrestrained, and rushed towards Wen Rong frantically.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The thin body let out a final wail, drawing an end to Jiang Yang's evil incident.

Frost blossoms fell, and Fu Siqian came stepping forward. Sanqiu was stained with evil blood, and scattered scattered all over the ground following his footprints.

"see it?"

I saw it.

Feng Tinghan opened his mouth to speak, but spat out a mouthful of blood, and his consciousness began to lose consciousness.He thought he could withstand the full power of this person, but now it seems that it is too reluctant. When will his cultivation recover?

Before he fainted, he saw a figure running towards him, and then he fell into a slightly cold embrace.

Fu Siqian embraced the person in his arms, heaved a breath of relief, and was stunned just after he was relieved.

What happened, what the hell is around here?

Dead bodies everywhere? !

Feng Tinghan was not the only one who was knocked unconscious by the coercion, he was the one who could bear it the most, he insisted on holding on until Fu Siqian ended the battle, the rest of the cultivators were more miserable and passed out early.

Fu Siqian looked at the people lying on the ground, and calmly said a word: "Grass."

Grass, this is a plant, but also an attitude.

Fu Siqian squeezed the wrist of the man in his arms to feel the pulse, and he used two things in one mind, and even made an evaluation of the battle just now in his heart: he hurt the enemy one thousand and himself lost eight hundred.

The enemy was completely dead, and the other side fell to the ground.

Feng Tinghan's pulse was stable, but he was overwhelmed by the coercion, and the others didn't even vomit blood, so the situation should be better than Feng Tinghan's.Fu Sigan used this reason to convince himself, hugged Feng Tinghan by the waist, found a tree and sat down, calmly waiting for everyone to wake up.

There was a burst of enthusiasm in his body, Fu Siqian groped in his bosom, and found a small bead, which was the mustard seed environment given to him by Feng Zhiyuan in the small world of Wugou City.

After so many days, he almost forgot about this thing. Fu Siqian looked at the bead in his hand, wondering why it suddenly became hot.

The beads were getting hotter and hotter, almost hot to the touch, Feng Tinghan suddenly murmured, Fu Siqian put the mustard seed into the storage bracelet, patted the person in his arms lightly, and brushed away the hair that fell from his face.

Holding the Mustard Seeds just now, Fu Siqian's hands were a little warm, which neutralized the usual cold. The temperature was just right, causing Feng Tinghan to rub against his palm slightly.

The greasy touch made him stagnate, as if all the blood in his body was rushing towards the palm of his hand, Fu Sigan squeezed Feng Tinghan's face in a mysterious way, and wiped his lips with his thumb, pressing the lips hard and twisting them tightly Bright red, like a delicate and bloody rose petal.

"Master?"

A fine voice rolls out from the throat, whimpering like a young animal, mixed with unconscious dependence, sticky and soft, deeply seductive.

He was bewitched.

When the voice passed by his ears, Fu Siqian subconsciously withdrew his hand. For a moment, he wanted to lower his head and bite, to lick the petals between his teeth, to taste the taste with the tip of his tongue, to try whether it was there. how soft.

He recognized a fact from his intricate thoughts, he had a desire for Feng Tinghan.

Lin Ye Xiaoxiao, the breeze was light, at this moment, everything in the world lost its voice, he stared at the person in his arms for a long time, and accepted this fact without much struggle.

He came here for this person, and it was only natural that he fell in love with this person.

There was a gentle smile on Fu Siqian's lips. When he admitted his heart, a hot current surged in his dantian, flowing through his limbs, and a steady stream of spiritual power rushed to his dantian.

Fu Siqian was slightly surprised, did he make a breakthrough?

No, it's not a breakthrough. The original owner has been in the Transcendence Tribulation Stage for a long time, and if he breaks through the realm again, he will ascend. Now this change is more like a realization, which makes the soul stronger.

Fu Siqian looked at the person in his arms and murmured softly: "You are really a lucky star."

When the sun sets, the fainted people gradually wake up. Bearing the coercion is hard work, but it is not without benefits. The strong environment forces people to grow rapidly. After the oppression just now, many people have signs of breaking through