The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

This journey would suffocate Fang Cun to death, he thought about explaining it to Gan Ting, but his face was about to darken to the point of hell, Fang Cun really didn't dare to go over there.

Yingdu is the most famous sword city in the Six Realms. It is very solemn and solemn. Even the guards with guns have serious faces, so once they step into Yingdu, they feel even more aggrieved, and they don't make any noise. Obediently followed behind Gan Ting and Xu Zinian.

"Little Tianzun." The welcoming guard saluted Gan Ting, and then went down to report.

Fang Cun raised his head, the palace in front of him was huge, dark and cold, he couldn't breathe under the pressure.

"A Ting."

A deep voice pulled Fang Cun's thoughts back, and an old man with white hair and white beard stepped into the high hall in front of him, with his hands behind his back and a serious face, very majestic, followed by a large group of people who were as serious as him people.

Gan Ting bowed respectfully, "Grandfather."

Xu Zinian knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and said, "City Lord."

Fang Cun was surprised, seeing Gan Ting and Xu Zinian being so respectful, it was not good for him to stand alone, he was just about to salute, but was stopped by the city lord Gan Changmeng.

Gan Changmeng's face softened a lot, "Why did Your Highness come to Yingdu?"

It stands to reason that if he called Gan Lu his mother, then Gan Changmeng could be regarded as his grandfather, His Highness would be ashamed to call Fang Cun such a sentence.

Fang Cun explained to him the reason for coming here, and the three corpses under the Yaochi.

Gan Changmeng didn't seem to care much about the corpse, and said, "Let's go in, it's windy outside."

Fang Cun was pulled by him, so it was difficult to refuse, just as he took a step, Xiao Pixiu let out a sigh of relief lying on his head, "A kind reminder, if you don't want to die, just look back."

When Fang Cun heard the words and turned around, Gan Ting looked normal, and calmly helped Xu Zinian to his feet.

Puzzled, he asked, "What's the matter?"

Pixiu smashed, smashed his mouth, "This shows that the hero's anger value has reached full."

"This little kid who doesn't agree with what he says." Fang Cun shook his head helplessly, stepped back to Gan Ting's side, and imitated Gan Changmeng and called out: "Ah Ting."

It could be seen that Gan Ting's body trembled, and his back molars were clenching, but there were too many people around him so it was difficult for him to have an attack.

Putting his hands on Gan Ting's shoulders, he said with a smile, "Let's go in together."

Normally, Gan Ting knocked off his hand and let him go, but today, under Gan Changmeng's watchful eyes, Gan Ting nodded obediently, "Okay."

Fang Cun was cool, and found the trick to turn the hero into a little white flower.

Gan Ting obediently followed him into the main hall. The main hall was decorated with ancient decorations, and there were hundreds of ancient swords suspended in the air, all of which dutifully exuded their own sword spirit light.

Fang Cun looked left and right curiously, and had already secretly estimated the price of each decoration in his heart due to the outbreak of an antique occupational disease.

Not forgetting the business, Gan Ting took out a piece of fabric from his sleeve and handed it to Gan Changmeng, "This is the fabric cut from a corpse."

Gan Changmeng observed the material for a moment, "It is indeed Yingdu's clothes."

"How can you tell?" Fang Cun leaned over curiously.

Gan Changmeng laughed, and patiently explained: "The clothes in Yingdu can resist quenching, even for a thousand years, not to mention the water in Yaochi."

He handed the cloth to the bodyguard next to him, Zuo Chen, "Have any swordsmen disappeared recently?"

"I haven't heard of it." Zuo Chen said: "The high-ranking swordsmen in Yingdu will count the number of people in Zhujian Pavilion every day, so Xiao Tianzun may have checked the wrong person."

Gan Ting thought for a moment and said: "Those three corpses all have scars on their tiger's mouths. I compared them with Xu Zinian, and they are indeed left by quenching and burning."

"Besides these two features, are there any other clues?"

Gan Ting shook his head, "Because it's Yaochi that fell, their spiritual power is not high, they have been eroded beyond recognition, and they can't tell who it is."

"Then it's even more impossible to be the swordsman of Yingdu. The swordsmen of Yingdu are very strict at entry, and all of them are masters of spells. It is absolutely impossible to survive the water of Yaochi." Zuo Chen thought for a while and added a sentence , "unless drowned."

What Zuo Chen said is true, the divine sword in Yingdu is hard to find, and the requirements for swordsmiths are extremely strict, so those who can enter Yingdu must have high spiritual power, but also because of years of exposure to quenching, the swordsmith They are very afraid of water, and the entire Yingdu is basically landlubbers.

Seeing that Xu Zinian was frowning, Gan Changmeng asked, "Is this urgent?"

Xu Zinian replied: "Tianzun only gave the little Tianzun three days, if he doesn't find out, he may be punished severely."

Gan Changmeng took a sip of tea, "What did you do?"

This question silenced both Gan Ting and Xu Zinian. Could it be that it was because the trash Fang Shenyue fell into the Yaochi, that's why the three unknown corpses were involved?

Fang Cun could also see that the atmosphere was a bit subtle, so he quickly changed the topic, "I'm so hungry."

"Your Highness is hungry?" Gan Changmeng asked with concern, and ordered his subordinates, "Hurry up, go get some food."

"Yes."

Zuo Chen stepped back and served several plates of pastries in a matter of seconds, almost in the blink of an eye.

Fang Cun marveled at Yingdu's speed again, and because he hadn't eaten after wearing the book, he started to gobble it up unceremoniously.

He bit the pastry and discussed with Xiao Pixiu in a low voice on the table beside him: "There were not many clues at first, but now they are broken again."

"Because they don't want Gan Ting to find him at all."

"Huh? Who is it?"

Little Pixiu said with a high air: "Give me 300 yuan, and I will tell you reluctantly."

Fang Cun put down his chopsticks and pulled Pixiu out of his head with one hand. Ever since he got this thing, Fang Cun felt like his head was covered with a piece of iron every day.

Pixiu would rather die than obey, "Don't talk, don't talk, just give me money."

Gan Ting and the others seemed unable to see that Fangcun was fighting with Pixiu, and they were still discussing the matter of the unknown corpse with a serious expression.

Xu Zinian said: "If these three corpses are not the swordsmen of Yingdu, the only ones who can touch the quenching fire are the guards guarding Qianyehai."

Gan Ting thought for a while, "Let's go."

Seeing that they were about to leave him behind again, Fang Cun hurriedly threw Pixiu far away, and trotted over, "Wait for me, wait for me"

Gan Ting made a concerned look, "Brother, you continue to eat, Qianyehai is quenched by lava, it's too dangerous, so don't go there."

Gan Changmeng also said: "Ah Ting is right, Qianyehai is very intensely quenched, so I can't go there."

Fang Cun lowered his head, "But I want to go..."

"Okay, let's go." I didn't expect Gan Changmeng to be so straightforward, so he immediately told Xu Zinian, "You must protect Your Highness. If there is anything wrong with him, I only ask you."

How to say that sentence, the man who acts like a baby is the luckiest.

Fang Cun raised his eyebrows, and moved closer to Xu Zinian, "Xu Zinian, you have to protect me."

Xu Zinian gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness."

How excited you are at this moment, how regretful you will be the next second.

The square inch intestines are regretful.

If he knew where Qianyehai was killed, he wouldn't follow him.

**

Qianye Sea was originally the largest sword casting pool in Yingdu. Because of the perennial high-temperature tempering and the pouring of fiery lava, as time passed, it became more and more intense, and became wider and wider. From the pool, it became a boundless red sea. Such as volcanic magma lasts for a long time.

Fang Cun swallowed his saliva as he looked at the blaze in front of him, the magma was scalding hot and made a thumping sound, and he was afraid that there would be no bones left when he fell.

"Where are all the guards at Qianyehai?" Xu Zinian looked around, "Little Tianzun, I'll look around."

Gan Ting nodded in agreement.

After Xu Zinian walked away, Gan Ting turned around and approached Fang Cun, with the momentum of coming to settle accounts after autumn, and asked forcefully, "What exactly do you want?"

Nonsense, of course I came here to change the script.

"I don't know." Fang Cun smiled at him pretending to be silly, and took a step forward.

Unexpectedly, Gan Ting was forced to retreat by him instead, avoiding his eyes, "Forget it, think I'm afraid of you, stay away from me."

With the strong wind whistling in my ears, Fang Cunxu said: "But I'm a little scared."

How to ensure not to die when opening a dungeon, international practice, hold your thighs tightly.

But Gan Ting didn't have the slightest intention to give him his legs, and turned around indifferently, "Then you should be afraid."

Fang Cun grinned at his back, but there is no way, who will let him be the hero, of course he has to be coaxed like a baby, and he struggled to find a topic: "Why is the surface of this sea of ​​fire not hot?"

The Qianye Sea was howling with strong winds, and the lava was rolling, but there was no heat when walking to the side.

Fang Cun walked over curiously, and slowly reached out to the sea to test the temperature. Suddenly, a layer of red waves rolled up on the sea surface, slamming on the reef, and it was about to wash Fang Cun's clothes.

"Be careful!" Gan Ting pulled him back to his side with sharp eyes and quick hands.

Fang Cun didn't react, and was still in shock for a moment.

"You don't want to die? Do you know that Qianyehai's quenching can burn your bones?"

Faced with Gan Ting's reprimand, Fang Cun explained, "I definitely won't stretch my hand down, I'm just trying."

"Who trespassed."

The sea surface was turbulent, and a monster with thirteen vines came out in response, a touch of dark green rose from the fiery red quenching, towering as high as the sky in the sea, like a coiled snake.

"I feel the powerful spirit of the beast."

Mythical beast?

Fang Cun took a closer look, it turned out that when Gan Ting dragged him back just now, he couldn't see the little Pixiu on his head, and the little Pixiu was thrown into the Red Sea due to inertia.

Little Pixiu lay on the magma, lazily opened his eyes, glanced at Goto Demon Queen, and closed them again.

"Arrogance." The monster seemed to be very angry, and the vines swept wildly, setting off waves of heat.

"boom!"

Fang Cun hurriedly hid behind Gan Ting, but little Pixiu jumped up from the waves and jumped back on top of Fang Cun's head.

Before Fang Cun could react, Pai Yao gave him a hard push on the back, and Fang Cun jumped straight at the Vine Demon.

For the food delivered to the door, the vine demon looked very excited, and instantly stretched out its tentacles, entangled Fangcun and hooked it into the sea.

Fang Cun scolded: "What are you doing, you stupid Pixiu!"

Xiao Pixiu was confident, "You are so cowardly, how can the transformation go on, I am helping you."

"Reformation is transformation, I'm not here to risk my life!" Fang Cun struggled to wrap around his vines.

"It's you." Vine opened his eyes, and wrapped around Fang Cun even harder, "Your Highness."

Vine's eyes are very big, and goosebumps can be seen from the square inch, "I'm not."

The vines grew wantonly, occupying the entire endless Dead Sea, circling around Fang Cun's neck tightly, the more Fang Cun struggled, the more forceful the vines tightened around his neck, even some crisp creaking sounds came out.

"Fang Shenyue, don't move around." Gan Ting's eyes reflected the raging flames in the sky, he rushed up against the strong wind and flames, stepped on the red waves, and raised his sword.

With a sharp slash of the sword, the vine that broke in two fell straight into the sea. Gan Ting rushed over to catch the square inch, but it was still a step too late. The strong quenching had nowhere to go, and it was attached to the vine. It spread to his eyes and blocked him, wrapping tightly around Gan Ting's body.

"Wow—!"

It was the suffocation and weightlessness of falling into the water again, the burning pain and the suffocation and oppressive feeling of dying.

Fang Cun felt that Fang Shenyue's hit must be against water, and he was either falling into the water or on the way to fall into the water.

He opened his eyes on the bottom of the sea with difficulty, and in the deep sea lava, a sword that was scarletr than quenched emerged, slowly approaching Fang Cun.

"Congratulations on getting the hero's weapon."