Mozun was attacked by fake crying bag

At the critical moment, Fang Jian even faintly heard the young man say "Where is the fool?"

The fool Fang Jian was really about to cry. He just wanted to help the poor poor children out of good intentions. Could there be something wrong with that?

The man-eating beast quickly rushed to Fang Jian. What Fang Jian could do was to raise his sword and continue fighting!

The man-eating beast had already figured out Fang Jian's strong exterior and mediocrity, and Ji Xuan's indifference. It kept wrapping its scarlet tongue around Fang Jian.

Knowing that relying on her own strength, she could only end up being a man-eating beast, Fang Jian no longer hesitated, and took out the thing that his dead ghost father said could be used to save his life in a critical moment in the Wanwu Forest, but this thing is likely to be difficult to use. Let Papa's enemies find out, but not so much in the moment of life and death.

Fang Jian took out a horn from the interspatial ring without hesitation. This is a very beautiful horn, as smooth as jade, with domineering and complicated patterns on it, and it was made into the appearance of a horn.

Taking out this horn that he has secretly played with countless times since he got it, Fang Jian made up his mind, and sure enough, before he took it out to brag about, the man-eating beast was scared back several steps, as if it was caught by something. I was shocked, but still reluctant to part with the fat in my mouth.

Fang Jian took the horn and poured spiritual power into it and blew violently. The heavy sound really scared the man-eating beast completely. The green eyes of the man-eating beast shrank in vain, without any hesitation anymore, as if seeing some natural enemy The same immediately fled and got into the rainy night.

Ji Xuan looked at the horn with great interest, the material was a bit too pretty, and even under the firelight it showed a slightly lavender luster, is it the horn of a unicorn?

Fang Jian saw that Ji Xuan was staring at her horn, seemed very interested, carefully put the horn into the space, and said with some vigilance: "This is given to me by my father, fellow daoist, don't make random decisions, although I am relatively Useless material, but my father is extremely powerful."

Ji Xuan nodded approvingly, "Indeed, the horns of this kind of monster are not easily available to ordinary people, not to mention that the horns are quite fresh."

Being able to have such a deterrent horn shows that the owner of the horn also has the power to transform gods, and the demon cultivators are generally stronger than humans at the same rank. This shows that this young father who looks stupid and rich has at least It must have the strength of the middle stage of transformation.

"New, fresh!" Fang Jian almost stuttered.

"Yes, it's quite fresh, and it shouldn't have been cut out for a hundred days." Ji Xuan was a little overjoyed.

"It's over, it's over." Fang Jian was completely ashamed.

"What's the matter?" Ji Xuan was very interested in that corner, and even looked squarely at Fang Jian. Fang Jian is a typical handsome guy, with handsome and deep features, and thick eyebrows slanting into his temples. A cruel young man, but unfortunately he is a fool with a lot of money when he opens his mouth.

"My dad said it's best not to use this thing, because his friends might find me."

"Since we are friends, what are you worried about?"

Probably because he was really scared, or Ji Xuan looked too harmless and innocent, Fang Jian spat out all the beans, "Before my father told me that he had been friends with that old guy for thousands of years, but the other party He was reluctant to borrow even a corner, so he had to take it himself, so he had a stalemate with his former friends and became a complete enemy. I was still thinking that this was too casual. Said this corner is very fresh, and I just remembered that my friend, father, is a demon cultivator!" Fang Jian was about to cry when she said this.

"So?" The expression on Ji Xuan's face was very complicated, and it would be wonderful if it was as he thought.

Fang Jian smiled wryly, "So, probably, maybe, maybe this corner was taken off by my dead ghost daddy from his friend's head."

Is this still called a friend?There is nothing worse than the hatred of taking a wife.

And since his father said that his enemy might find him, it means that the legendary friend must not be dead!

After a long silence, Ji Xuan said pityingly: "You are sure that it is your biological father who gave you something, not stepfather or anything like that."

Fang Jian smiled happily, "I want to know about this too."

Ji Xuan smiled, took a few steps back, and then took a few steps back.

"Fellow Daoist, what are you going to do?" Fang Jian's eyelids twitched slightly, seeing that Ji Xuan was about to retreat to the door and said hastily.

Ji Xuan walked to the door where the wind was blowing in, opened his umbrella, and looked at Fang Jian inexplicably, "Of course I have to leave quickly, otherwise that big monster will come here and treat me as you My accomplice killed me together, who can I ask for reason?"

"It's still raining outside, don't worry." Fang Jian tried to persuade him to stay, who knows when the senior will come.

"It's okay, I have an umbrella." Ji Xuan smiled.

From the fact that the other party was able to use the formation technique, and that the freshness of the horns could be seen at a glance, Fang Jian knew that the other party was definitely not simple. He can cry when facing the Yaozu Venerable.

Seeing that Ji Xuanzhen was about to leave, Fang Jian forcefully persuaded him to stay, "Fellow Daoist! My father's friend lives millions of miles away from here. It is said that he is also a gentle and gentle person like jade, and he would not treat us juniors like that." .”

"That's not certain. Let's not talk about the rumors that may not be credible. Let's talk about the hatred of seizing the horn. I'm afraid that friend of your father wants to chop you up."

Fang Jian thought of his father's friend. Before the two broke up, his father's friend was a gentleman and gentle, but after the breakup, the image of that friend became small-bellied, cruel, and unsightly.

Fang Jian thought about it, and didn't want to face this senior alone, so she said, "Fellow Daoist, tell me, what do you want from me?"

Ji Xuan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, his handsome face looked ghostly under the dim bonfire, he held an umbrella in one hand, the fire was in front of him, and the wind and rain were blowing behind him, in this situation, this seemingly powerless man The young man laughed, "How do fellow Taoists know that I have something to ask for?"

Guessing right is not something to be happy about. Fang Jian rubbed the center of her brows wearily, "If fellow daoist really wanted to leave, he would have left long ago, so why would he talk nonsense with me? Since fellow daoist didn't leave immediately, he must have There is room for it, but you didn't say it outright to stay, so you must have something to ask for, and then see if I can give you a value that satisfies fellow daoists."

Ji Xuan looked at the other party's calm face with obscure eyes, and it turns out that those who can live well in the cultivation world are not real fools.

Ji Xuan nodded, there's nothing he can't admit, "You call your father dead ghost father, does that mean your father is a ghost cultivator?"

Fang Jian woke up suddenly, maybe it was his dead father's deadly enemy again, his father didn't have many other enemies but had the most enemies, it was said that he had offended too many people when he was young.

Ji Xuan rolled his eyes very ungracefully, and sure enough he looked up to the other party.

Under Ji Xuan's gaze, Fang Jian coughed dryly, "What are you looking for with my father?"

"No." Ji Xuan immediately vetoed it, and told the other party his real purpose, "I intend to find the ghost market, your father is a ghost cultivator, you probably know how to get there, as long as you can take me there and help me If I get something, I can barely protect you on the road."

Fang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, looking for a ghost market, it's easy to talk about it, and it's easy to talk about getting something, but he still asked vigilantly, "What is it?"

"You will know at that time." Ji Xuan followed the good advice.

"If Fellow Daoist doesn't say what it is, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to agree."

"Oh?" Ji Xuan responded indifferently, turned around with an umbrella and walked into the rain.

"Hey, hey, don't go!" Fang Jian hurriedly called to stop Ji Xuan, but Ji Xuan continued to move forward without looking back, with no room for change.

"Okay, okay, I agree, but it must be something within my ability."

Ji Xuan, who had walked more than ten meters, stopped and looked back at Fang Jian, "Seriously?"

Seeing Fang Jian hesitate, she added, "Don't waste my time."

Fang Jian wanted to vomit blood, but she didn't want to be alone, so she had to accept her fate and said, "Seriously, seriously, but you can't open your mouth like a lion, my father is super fierce."

"There's so much nonsense." Ji Xuan regretted finding such a guide.

"However, what ability do you have to say the words to protect me?" Fang Jian still looked uneasy.

Ji Xuan let out a light "tsk", and several rain blades condensed in front of him and directly attacked Fang Jian's face. If it was only this level, Fang Jian would definitely be able to escape, but after the thing got close to Fang Jian, it acted like a monster. Change, there is no escape, no escape, the rain seems to have turned into dragons eating people.

Fang Jian was terrified, but when the rain blade attacked him, its aura dissipated instantly and turned into ordinary rainwater.

Fang Jian, who was in a cold sweat, looked at Ji Xuan, completely unexpected that such a random move would actually keep killing intent.

Ji Xuan looked back indifferently, and the two looked at each other for a long time through the rain and fog. Fang Jian finally asked, "Well, senior, aren't you coming back to take shelter from the rain?"

When Ji Xuan heard this, he laughed again, "If you want to wait here for that big monster to catch you, you can continue, and you will not be entertained."

Fang Jian shook her head like a rattle.

"Then hurry up and come here." Ji Xuan changed his face in a second.

"Hey, okay, I'll be right there."

Fang Jian hurriedly put out the fire, and then ran to Ji Xuan in the rain. She wanted to hold an umbrella with Ji Xuan, but when she sensed a gust of cold air, Fang Jian took two steps back and understood under Ji Xuan's indifferent gaze. After touching his nose, he had to take out an oil-paper umbrella by himself, open it and hold it.

Here, the two walked for more than an hour, and one of them came stepping on the rain. It was a man with black hair that reached his thighs casually, wearing a luxurious yet low-key blue and white robe.

The man didn't hold an umbrella, but the rain didn't seem to hit him at all, his hair was still fluffy, and there was no wind, and the low-pitched footsteps sounded like they were stepping on people's hearts. The door opened automatically, and staring at the fire where sparks could still be seen, the man's smooth jaw was slightly raised, and his beautiful almond eyes were full of danger.

Sweeping his eyes around the room, he looked back at the road in front of him. The man's bright red lips uttered cold words, "Going west."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, as if suddenly aware of something, the handsome and frail Mr. Qianqian suddenly turned his head, with a cold look in his eyes.

The handsome man in dark clothes, dark as night, was sitting on the window sill, carelessly playing with the wrench in his hand.

In the eyes of the visitor who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the man in Tsing Yi turned his face slightly, showing a polite smile, and said: "Beiyou Demon Lord."