Global Catastrophe, I Have Mastered Countless Supplies

"Mingjiao?" Zhao Yanyun looked puzzled, "Which sect is this?"

Hey hey hey, you won’t take it seriously, right?

Fang Ming laughed: "Haven't you read Mr. Jin's novel?"

Seeing that Zhao Yanyun was still at a loss, Fang Ming could barely understand it. Girls, it's normal not to like martial arts novels. He said again: "Then you always watch the TV series of Shendiao?"

"TV series?" Zhao Yanyun was still confused.

Not to mention, she was originally very majestic, but now she looked dazed, and her coldness and arrogance subsided a lot. In addition to being beautiful, she also had a cute feeling.

Fang Ming was speechless: "Which valley do you live in? It's strange, is there any mountain village without electricity or signal these days? Haha, you're dressed in an ancient costume, and you don't know anything. You should think that you have traveled from ancient times."

He himself laughed.

Zhao Yanyun also sneered three times: "How is that possible!"

"Could it be that you are the descendant of a certain sect that has been cultivated in the mountains before?" Fang Ming began to use his imagination, wearing an ancient costume, and using a dialect. He didn't even watch the TV series adapted from Mr. Jin's novels. However, you still said that you didn't run out of the deep mountains?

Zhao Yanyun narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and nodded after a long while: "You are right."

Huh, there really are?

"Which faction are you from?" Fang Ming asked.

Zhao Yanyun pondered for a moment: "Xuan Nu Sect."

She is a woman, and she is so beautiful, isn't it reasonable to worship under Xuannv's family?

Fang Ming didn't think much about it: "How much do you know about magic weapons?"

"Magic artifacts, weapons driven by mana, can make monks soar in strength and increase their combat power to a higher level." Zhao Yanyun said solemnly, "There are many kinds of magical artifacts with different qualities, and the Demon Subduing Pestle in your hand should be considered top-notch. It's gone."

"However, the Subduing Demon Pestle can only suppress demons and eliminate demons. It is very effective against cultivators from cults, but it is not very useful against cultivators who are also righteous."

Rarely, she said a lot for the first time.

Although the dialect sounded a little awkward, her voice was very pleasant, slightly magnetic, and quietly seductive.

She is indeed cold and majestic, but there is a charm in her bones, which will be revealed inadvertently and occasionally. There is only a trace, but it makes people want to stop.

Fang Ming's little heart seemed to be teased a bit, he quickly gathered himself together, and nodded: "You're right, I let someone use this thing to shine on me, and the golden light seems to be able...how to say, purify me?"

Zhao Yanyun also nodded: "Buddhist artifacts are naturally based on purifying negative effects and suppressing evil spirits."

She does know a lot.

However, does this prove from the side that in ancient times, there was a group of supernatural beings who developed aura to a very high level, created exercises for cultivation, and created magic weapons?

Fang Ming was shocked and longing at the same time: "Can I visit your master?"

Maybe you can look through her family's ancient books and learn more ancient secrets.

Zhao Yanyun just glanced at him indifferently and said, "It's not convenient."

Ugh, such a simple rejection!

Fine.

Fang Ming turned around coolly: "Then there will be a period later!"

"Wait a minute!" Zhao Yanyun hurriedly called to stop him, "Fellow Daoist, I need the Demon Subduing Pestle in your hand, you dedicate it to me, and when I accomplish great things, I will be rewarded."

Fang Ming turned around again and looked at her.

However, this time, the eyes were not appreciative, but seemed to be looking at an idiot.

Zhao Yanyun couldn't help being irritated by his eyes, and shouted: "What kind of eyes are you?"

"Look at the eyes of a fool." Fang Ming said honestly, "Are you out of your mind, and you want me to dedicate the magic pestle to you? Are you the queen? It's too funny. According to you, here , you make me a concubine, and when I accomplish great things, I will make you a noble concubine."

Zhao Yanyun was furious: "How dare you talk to Ben and me like that?"

"What's the matter, can't it?" Fang Ming laughed, "You don't even know what time it is! Sister, zombies are rampant now, dead birds and rat plagues will break out at any time, and there are terrible strange beasts in the sea. Don't you have a problem with your brain for putting on airs and arrogance for me?"

"Don't say you are from the Xuannv family, even if you were the head of state before, now you are just an ordinary person in trouble!"

Zhao Yanyun's pretty face paled at what he said, her slender phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, showing a strong killing intent, but when she heard the last part, she looked lonely and couldn't help sighing.

"Yeah, it's another ten-thousand-year catastrophe. If you can survive it, you will have a future. If you can't survive it, everything will be wiped out."

Fang Ming's eyes lit up: "What are you talking about? Ten thousand years of catastrophe? Or 'again'?"

Zhao Yanyun snorted: "Why should I tell you?"

Fang Ming was even more itchy: "Do you Xuannv have any records about those supernatural beings in ancient times?"

Zhao Yanyun glanced at him: "Not bad!"

This idiot answered the question by himself, and she didn't need to make up the answer now.

Fang Ming hissed, Xuannv Sect really has records about those "fairies" in ancient times!

Hey, she should have seen it too, right?

Then you don't need to go to the Xuannvmen, just ask her directly, isn't it good?

"Tell me something about the ancient times." He said.

Zhao Yanyun looked at him: "You give me the magic pestle, and I'll tell you."

Haha, what a bargain.

Fang Ming thought for a while: "You are injured and need a clean and safe place to recuperate. I can provide it for you, and I can also guarantee you three meals a day. Tell me about the ancient times."

Zhao Yanyun thought for a moment: "Deal."

Obviously, it is unrealistic to use a magic weapon for nothing in a few words. The main reason is that Fang Ming is not that stupid, and her identity...doesn't work anymore.

Fang Ming smiled: "I have to kill the corpse bird again, I'll come and take you away later."

Zhao Yanyun nodded, turned around and walked into the house.

She is obviously a woman, but she walks like an emperor, full of domineering aura.

Fang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, he knew that Zhao Yanyun had told a lot of lies, it doesn't matter, let's play with you slowly!

Holding the Demon Subduing Pestle, he spread his wings and rushed into the sky.

The Subduing Demon Pestle is good at slaying demons and demons, but the disadvantage is that the "range" is not enough, only 20 meters, so Fang Ming had to use the wind wings to help.

Swiping, swishing, he kept waving the golden light, and wherever the golden light passed, the corpse birds seemed to be "overwhelmed" in an instant, and fell from the sky one after another, completely dead.

The corpse birds didn't have much wisdom, so when they saw a target standing in the air, they all flew over.

Fang Ming smiled, the massacre was about to begin.