Lord of the Night

Everyone present knew that the wife they were looking for in the future might be of noble birth, might have high cultivation, and might have good looks; but... there was one thing they couldn't control, and that was their temperament and personality.

Basically, they are looking for women from big families. They have a higher priority than anything else. They are born with arrogance and their temperament is definitely not good.

It's good to bring guests home without giving you any looks. Do you still want to be so considerate and sensible and know how to advance and retreat?

If you really want to find someone who is considerate and sensible, it will be a blessing that you have cultivated for eight lifetimes.

So, why did you, Fang Che, find such a good woman to be your wife? And it’s unparalleledly beautiful!

And judging from his words, Fang Che was actually very obedient.

Why, your life is good?

no!

Fuck you to death!

They were all young people with similar minds, and everyone liked each other. At first, they were worried that this was Master Jian's territory and didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

But then the atmosphere became heated and everyone immediately let go.

Fang Che, in particular, became the target of public criticism.

Everyone is envious and jealous.

So they rose up and attacked.

Fang Che smiled brightly and refused to accept anyone who came, and began to show off his power with words and quarrels.

"I said that each of you is not young at all, right?"

Fang Che started, holding the wine glass: "Why are you all single? No women like you? Not one? Tsk... I have to say it's a bit of a failure."

"You have to be in your twenties and almost thirty, right? Don't worry about important things in your life? Tsk, it's the life of a single person."

Everyone was pricked in the painful spot, their faces turned red, "I didn't want to find it, and... there's nothing suitable."

"I just like being single!"

"I also like being single, but I can accept it if someone is particularly good, such as someone who has a temper similar to my sister-in-law and is so beautiful..."

"Tch, I'm not going to look for it anyway."

"It's so free to be single..."

"..."

Still more arrogant.

Although I long for it in my heart, I cannot admit it with my mouth.

Fang Che said leisurely: "Actually, my wife has a younger sister, she is seventeen years old this year... Tsk, she is prettier than your sister-in-law, she speaks softly, has a soft personality, is sensible and obedient..."

Suddenly, thirty-five pairs of eyes suddenly shined!

It was like thirty-five pairs of lanterns suddenly lighting up in the night sky.

Just now, he was shouting that he was single and talking about big things. He rushed over and blocked all the wine glasses. He said righteously: "Don't drink wine from me, boss. How decent are you? Whoever dares to make a mistake should get ahead of me." close!"

Then he salivated: "Boss Fang... what do you think of me?"

Feng Xiangdong came over and said, "Boss Fang, I am your loyal brother. Look at me, look at me."

Luo Shishui: "Boss Fang, just one word from you will determine the direction of my life! Your sister-in-law...hehe, when will we meet?"

Others: "Boss Fang, Boss Fang...look at me, I look pretty good."

"..."

Fang Che grabbed a wine jar and stuffed it into Tan Dashi's hand, and pointed at Chu Wuqing, who had made the most noise just now: "Want to see my sister-in-law? Get him for me!"

When talking about important matters, he suddenly jumped up and said with a fierce look: "Chu Qingqing, how dare you be rude to my boss? I'm here to challenge you!"

"Who is afraid of whom!"

Over there, Fang Che thrust a wine jar into Yu Zhongkuang's hand, pointed at it casually, and didn't know who he was pointing at, and shouted: "Get him!"

Yu Zhongkuang immediately rushed forward to do it.

Then start one by one.

"Get him for me!"

"Get him!"

"Get him!"

"Whoever performs best will be responsible for the life-long affairs. My sister-in-law, I guarantee that you will turn into a dandy when you see her! No, no... it should be that you can't even think of blasphemy when you see it, just like the bright moon in the sky..."

"Marriage is just a trivial matter. My sister-in-law listens to my words the most! The eldest sister is better than the mother. As the brother-in-law, I have the final say. Whoever performs well will be betrothed to whomever I say!"

For the sake of a lifelong event, for Boss Fang's sister-in-law, a group of animals launched a bloody rebellion in an instant.

One group of people carried wine jars and drank another group of people to death.

There are also those who are sober: "Hold on, hold on, this is Boss Fang who is sowing discord... Don't fall into the trap!"

"Stop doing this, I'm not going to like you anymore, why don't you do it!"

"It's done! Do you have the guts?!"

"Who the hell is afraid of whom?"

Mr. Fang suddenly stayed out of the matter, looking at it with a smile while holding the wine glass, and kept shouting: "Get him! Get him! Get him again!"

It was lively and lively until late at night.

Staggering around.

Talking about big things actually held on until the end, and my stomach was shaking as if I was pregnant for eight months.

He tilted his eyes and said, "Boss Fang, don't forget your sister-in-law... my wife..."

"sure."

Fang Che agreed wholeheartedly: "Rest first, let's sleep for a while. Hey, sit down, close your eyes, um... be good, snore... it's wonderful."

…

These guys drank until late into the night.

Fang Che finally woke up and used his skills to force out the drunkenness.

Sit under the flower stand and look up at the stars in the sky.

I can’t help but think, God, what is God?

If there is a God, is He in heaven? Or on another star?

Was the giant centipede that Jun Lin killed when he exploded his soul really the clone of God?

Under the complete silence, he faintly felt that a kind of spiritual energy that was so pure that he had never been exposed to it slowly penetrated into his body when he was unconscious and his thoughts were empty.

Inexplicably, I feel that my head is much clearer.

Maintaining this posture, the consciousness slowly searched, and saw a faint mist rising from the ground, slowly entering the branches and leaves of the Lingxiao vine. At the same time, the stars in the night sky were also attracted, and the faint light shone, and there was no trace of anything that did not belong to the human world. Spiritual energy also slowly entered Lingxiao Vine.

And as the power of heaven and earth penetrates, the branches and leaves of Lingxiao Vine become more and more brilliant.

Wisps of spiritual power emerged slowly, filling the entire courtyard.

It won't even spread out.

It is distributed evenly over everyone's body, slowly nourishing the meridians.

This process is very slow, but there is absolutely no time to calm down.

Continuous and dense, long-lasting.

With his eyes lowered and looking at the young men from aristocratic families lying on the ground like dead pigs, Fang Che couldn't help but smile.

There really isn't any fool in this bunch of guys.

Being drunk on purpose is actually just to stay here and absorb the benefits of the night.

Fang Che smiled quietly.

Is this scheming? Calculate. But Fang Che likes this kind of scheming.

The jade sign that opened the door on his body was shining.

He quietly picked up the countless scriptures.

In an instant, I suddenly felt something. Because just when he was running the Infinite Scripture, the jade tablet shone even more brightly, and suddenly there was a slight fluctuation in the air.

All these wonderful auras gathered towards him.

Fang Che woke up in shock three days later. Captured by his spiritual thoughts, all this strange power was absorbed by him.

Others get nothing at all.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Stop the movement of the immeasurable sutra, stand up, float gently, and float to the door.

Turning around to look, I saw that the flower stand was already far away from me, as if it were a world away.

Smile, turn around, knock on the door and go in.

The door closed gently.

yard.

Feng Xiangdong and the others, who were lying around, remained unchanged, but there was a bit more gratitude on their faces.

As a child of an aristocratic family who has been taught since childhood, or who was trained by these people at the headquarters, who doesn't know the strangeness here?

Didn't you sneak in shamelessly just to get a night's benefits?

One of them seems to be drunk, but now that the opportunity is here, who would be willing to get really drunk?

The moment Fang Che stopped exercising, they knew that Fang Che understood what everyone was doing.

So the other party left completely silently, full of gratitude.

Mind you, don’t declare it.

…

late at night.

After Dongfang Sansan finished handling the matter at hand and issued the last instruction, he suddenly felt a little more relaxed.

He picked up the Xingshen tea and took a big sip.

He glanced at Xue Fuxiao who seemed to be asleep on the recliner in his room with jealousy and said, "Why don't you go and sleep here?"

This guy came here in the afternoon and stayed here without leaving. And the most annoying thing is that he fell asleep.

Asleep - this incident made Dongfang Sansan so jealous.

"I'm thinking about what's going on with the Only One Orthodox Church." Xue Fuxiao said, "Don't look at me sleeping, but I'm actually thinking about things."

"Thinking about it in your sleep while snoring?"

Dongfang Sansan glanced at him sideways: "Besides, what's the use of thinking about things over there? That brain of yours... it's better not to think about it."

Xue Fuxiao was not convinced: "My brain is also very good."

Dongfang Sansan said earnestly: "Xiaoxue, professional matters should be left to professionals. Your brain is not a brain for thinking about things. You have to understand this clearly."

Xue Fuxiao said dullly: "Three, if you don't hit me for a day, will I die?"

Dongfang Sansan smiled: "No, but I will be unhappy."

"..."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Yan Nan proposed to watch the battle."

Xue Fuxiao said: "I found out that Yan Nan is very interested in this matter. He actually came to watch the competition in person against a group of ants. And there are several deputy chief instructors from the Only Wo Orthodox Sect. This is obviously unusual. "

Dongfang Sansan took a sip of tea and said calmly: "What's unusual about this? To show respect, we also want to watch the battle."

Xue Fuxiao said: "I found out why you and Yannan attach so much importance to this matter? There is clearly something you are hiding from me."

Dongfang Sansan sighed deeply: "Actually, I told you the reason last time, so I won't explain it to you this time. Is there anything else?"

Xue Fuxiao said: "That boy is here, and the bitch has arranged for him to live in Graceland. You are so interested in him, why don't you go and take a look? Or ask him to come and take a look?"

"Use your brain. How can I summon him at this time?"

Dongfang Sansan sighed: "From now on, forget this matter from your mind. Do you understand? Otherwise, you will be seen by Yan Nan or something."

Xue Fuxiao nodded and said, "Okay! But after what happens, you can talk to me."

"I'll tell you when I have time."

Dongfang Sansan sat down tiredly and said, "What are you going to do on that day?"

"Duan Xiyang and I sat together to watch the battle."

Dongfang Sansan said calmly: "On that day, I hope you will be mute."

"Why?"

"Just promise."

Dongfang Sansan's eyes were distant: "That day... it will be a tough battle between Yan Nan and me!"

The look in his eyes was inexplicable, like thousands of stars condensing in his eyes at this moment, inexplicably solemn.

The scheming battle with Yan Nan in the future has been rehearsed countless times in his mind. Various responses have been considered.

Even for this tough battle, Dongfang Sansan rehearsed his eyes, expressions, etc. several times in his mind.

There is no room for error.

"Okay! But there's still one thing I don't understand." Xue Fuxiao became more energetic.

"explain."

"Last time you asked me to ask Dong Changfeng for a name, I couldn't figure it out." Xue Fuxiao glared and said: "Don't you know how to ask yourself? The communication jade will know it as soon as you ask. You want me to ask specifically."

Dongfang Sansan said perfunctorily: "If you don't go, who will beat Duan Xiyang? If you don't go, wouldn't Dong Changfeng be dead?"

"Stop fooling me with this! I'll have already gone by then!"

Xue Fuxiao said dissatisfied: "You have to explain this to me clearly."

"Didn't you meet Buchou when you went there? And Dong Changfeng and Yang Luoyu?"

"yes."

"Did all three of them break through?"

"Yes... No, Yang Luoyu hasn't, but it's coming soon."

"Then they asked you to drink?"

"yes."

"Then when you were drunk to your heart's content, did you ask Dong Changfeng your doubts?"

"Yes...how do you know? Did Dong Changfeng tell you?"

"...Where's the brain!?"

Dongfang Sansan snorted: "Then Dong Changfeng didn't dare to say anything, so I asked you to come back and ask me, right?"

"……right."

"Then Dong Changfeng asked you for advice, right?"

"yes."

"Have Buchou and the others sparred with you?"

"……Right."

"You imitated the tactics of Duan Xiyang and other masters of the Self-Orthodox Cult and fought with them, right?"

"……yes."

"Then they all improved, right?"

"……right."

"So after you left, all three of them went into seclusion, right?"

"right."

"You will make further progress when you get out of seclusion, right?"

"Why are you asking me when you know everything?"

Dongfang Sansan sighed: "What would happen if I didn't let you ask Dong Changfeng what you said when you met Duan Xiyang?"

"I will chase Duan Xiyang to fight, and then keep fighting."

"So you won't go drinking with Buchou and the others, right?"

"Yes. I've already chased Duan Xiyang, so how can I go drink?"

"So they won't get the chance to discuss with you and ask for your advice, right?"

"certainly."

"Normally I would be too embarrassed to ask you for advice when I meet him at the headquarters, right?"

"yes."

"Then you still ask?"

"But you haven't said why you didn't ask about it yourself."

"..."

Dongfang Sansan is autistic.

…

early morning.

Several clear birdsong sounded.

Fang Che walked out of the room and saw thirty-five people in the yard, all sitting neatly under the flower stand.

All the mess caused by drinking last night has been cleaned up.

One by one, they closed their eyes and performed the exercises.

Cherish this opportunity.

Ye Meng is busy in the kitchen. In this elegant garden, there is Lingxiao rice that cannot be seen outside; it is the Lingxiao rice grown from the Lingxiao vine outside.

Fang Che simply asked Ye Meng to steam two large pots and make two buckets of porridge.

The rice vat, which was not a big one, was completely empty.

At this moment, it was served steaming hot.

Suddenly the aura in the air became a little more intense.

I left a copy in the room, belonging to Ye Meng.

There are also thirty-nine bowls of spiritual rice and thirty-nine bowls of porridge.

Fang Che brought three portions of rice and three portions of porridge to Old Man Shen and others.

Then come back.

When I saw these guys still pretending to practice, I almost laughed out loud and said, "Everyone wake up, come and drink porridge."

Everyone immediately opened their eyes at the same time, and each of them said: "It smells so good."

"Xiangba, one bowl of porridge and one bowl of rice for each person."

Fang Che laughed loudly: "Your sister-in-law did it herself."

"Sister-in-law is so kind."

"Boss Fang is so lucky..."

Then these guys started eating, and they really didn't want to waste a grain of rice.

Some of them finished the porridge, and even used their spiritual energy to turn it into water, poured it into the bowl, cleaned the bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

Everyone knows that absorbing the essence of heaven and earth transformed from Lingxiao Vine overnight and eating a meal of Lingxiao rice in the morning complement each other and maximize the benefits.

Just absorbing it this night, a bowl of rice and a bowl of porridge in the morning are enough to compare with the three months of hard work for everyone.

Moreover, this is the foundation, and it cannot be compared with the cultivation level.

This kind of thing, even for big families like Feng Yuxue and Feng Xiangdong and others, although they are direct bloodlines, such good things are generally not available to them.

How many of the ancestors above who are about to end their lifespan need to hang their lives?

This kind of spiritual creature from heaven and earth can finally bear some fruits, but how can it really be eaten as food?

This small bowl of rice is the total amount of Lingxiao rice from a family like Feng Yuxue that can be given to the juniors in half a year.

Because this thing is only available in the headquarters. Only the headquarters has this kind of formation that condenses the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it is in the formation that Dongfang Military Advisor personally established before losing the connection with heaven and earth.

Elsewhere, there is none at all.

But today, Fang Che simply took it all out and cooked and ate it directly. And distributed equally.

Everyone among the thirty-five people was inexplicably impressed.

"Boss Fang is so generous today, I will never forget it in my lifetime!"

Feng Xiangdong Yuzhongkuang, the leader, led everyone to salute and bow neatly.

"It's just some rice. I don't even know what it is. Since it's placed here, it's naturally for entertaining guests."

Fang Che made an understatement.

Everyone laughed bitterly.

Even a ghost would not believe this.

The residence of Lord Jian, Ling Xiao Mi, which has the same origin as Ling Xiao Vine, can be seen at a glance, no matter how slow he is.

What's more, can't you feel the spiritual energy contained in it?

Xue Wanren stepped forward and whispered: "Boss Fang, let's just eat like this. Master Jian won't be angry, right?"

"If he was angry, he wouldn't arrange for me to live here."

Fang Che smiled. He understood this very clearly.

Ningxuejian made it clear that he wanted to benefit himself.

Although Fang Che didn't understand the reason, it was certain that Ningxue Jian wouldn't say anything even if he took away all the things in Graceland.

And except for a small tank of rice, there is basically nothing else.

Over there, Old Man Shen and three other people also finished eating their rice and came over with glowing faces.

"Why are you still stunned? Hurry up and digest it."

Zhao Shanhe frowned: "You will set off for the martial arts competition soon, and you are still stunned."

Fang Che said firmly: "It doesn't matter, you'll be fine if you eat slowly. We don't know about other Wuhou levels and Martial Emperor levels, but for the King level battle, if we people can't go there, then it's for sure that it won't start."

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter.

What this sentence says is indeed the truth: all the players who participated in the selection competition are here now.

If they don't go, they really can't compare.

The old man said sadly: "If that's true, then congratulations to the thirty-six of you. I guess each one of you can be remembered in Master Jiu's heart."

Suddenly everyone's expressions turned bitter.

You can't hang up with this kind of number.

Sit down quickly and do your exercises.

An Ruoxing and three other people were also sitting on the outside, practicing their skills and protecting the law.

The old man snorted and said while practicing his skills: "Zhao Shanhe, you have benefited greatly this time. If you don't know it in the future, you will be really ungrateful."

Zhao Shanhe's face turned bitter.

Because he himself knows that he will definitely be 'unprepared' in the future.

I'd like to know what's going on, but the problem is... it doesn't matter what I say.

…

At the beginning of Chen time.

Everyone set off at the same time.

Zhao Shanhe led the team to the King Level Selection Arena Arena.

Ye Meng followed Fang Che a little shyly.

Tan DaShi quietly walked up to Ye Meng and asked quietly as he walked: "Sister-in-law, where is your sister now?"

Suddenly, the other thirty-four people pricked up their ears at the same time.

Ye Meng was stunned, opened her big round eyes, and said in surprise: "My sister?"

"Yes. Your sister." Feng Xiangdong and others felt something was wrong.

Ye Meng blinked and looked at Fang Che.

This guy must be talking nonsense again.

Fang Che coughed and said, "Your sister-in-law doesn't have a sister. Are you mistaken?"

Now that the purpose of provoking internal strife last night has been achieved, of course the truth must be clarified. Otherwise, would I really be responsible for being a matchmaker for them?

Everyone was dumbfounded. They stopped and turned around, looking at Ye Meng: "Sister-in-law, you... don't have a sister?"

"Yeah...I don't have a sister."

Ye Meng blinked and smiled brightly: "Who told you that I have a sister?"

"..."

Everyone was speechless for a while.

Immediately, there was a collective explosion.

When he turned around again, he saw that Fang Che, who was at the front of the queue, had no shadow.

Ran!

"Fang Che!"

When talking about big things, he gets angry: "You, you, you..."

He immediately chased after him, and the others immediately followed him.

"This bastard used his sister-in-law to trick us into killing each other all night long, but in the end... he actually didn't have a sister-in-law at all!"

Everyone immediately exploded with anger.

"We must not let him off lightly!"

I saw a group of young people chasing away laughing and making noise.

Zhao Shanhe sighed sincerely: "It's good to be young."

An Ruo When they were famous all over the world, you were still a ball of liquid that someone would spray out."

Zhao Shanhe's nose was straight away crooked.

He said with a crooked mouth and eyes: "Shen Zhixuan, are you not done yet?"

The old man squinted his eyes: "Hit me?"

An Ruoxing hurriedly smoothed things over: "Forget it, forget it."

Zhao Shanhe almost exploded: "Why do you tell me to give it up every time I'm angry before I get out of it? I can only be bullied? I'm the chief commander of the Southeast! Chief commander!"

An Ruoxing rolled his eyelids and said: "Mr. Zhao, to be honest, I didn't help him beat you because of the good relationship between brothers over the years."

Zhao Shanhe held his chest in one breath.

I didn't breathe for a long time.

His face turned purple.

I really can't live this day.

He walked ahead with his head down, directly distancing himself from the two of them.

The old man gave a lively snort and chased after him.

…

The king-level selection battle was held in a ring on a hillside.

There were not many people watching the game, only a deputy director of a certain department from the headquarters was presiding over it.

And I couldn’t lift my spirits the whole time.

Occasionally, a senior executive would come over to take a look and then leave silently.

Everyone knew very well that it was just a king-level battle, and there would be no casualties in ordinary battles, and the big shots had no interest in watching it.

But what they really don't know is that the two people at the top of the Guardian want to take a look.

I just held back.

Although there are not many people watching the battle, but... there are thirty-six people here, and only nine places can participate in the battle.

No one would give up this quota.

Even if you ask me to give up, then you must fight until I am convinced. Let me admit that if you fight with the young people of the Demon Sect, you can save more face for our mainland than me!

So the battle was extremely fierce.

Some fought for a long time before deciding the winner, while others felt they were no match after a few moves and immediately gave up.

Thirty-six people caught each other and fought, and soon eighteen people came out victorious.

Then they started to switch opponents, and the eighteen teams fought against each other.

Because I am afraid that those who have the strength to enter the top nine, but encounter stronger opponents in the first round and are brushed off will be missed.

So you have to select carefully.

It’s about the face of the mainland and the guardian’s honor.

Personal honors are irrelevant compared to this. Some losers are still discussing with the winners: I feel that your move just now was not very good. If you had been like that, I might have lost long ago. My flaw at that time was... you didn't catch it.

Fang Che fought with a knife and passed the test all the way. He had to sigh that every one of these guys was very tough.

And each one has very rich combat experience.

The moves are clean and neat, with absolutely no unnecessary movements, and are very sharp.

After three consecutive battles, Fang Che even felt like a "jianghu".

There were a few of them that made Fang Che feel like he really couldn't win if he didn't show his trump cards.

However, what Fang Che wants is a place in the competition, not necessarily to be first among the brothers. Besides, they all feel that he has something to hide.

In the end, nine players were determined to play.

But Fang Che is not the only one who has reservations. All the last few people who fought basically had their trump cards yet to come out.

Because that kind of moves and that kind of fighting are not reserved for your own people.

The nine-person list is:

Fang Che, the wind is eastward, the rain is crazy, the snow is ten thousand, Dongfang Zhe, Luo Gieshui, Meng Wuhen, talking about big things, Chu Wuqing.

The list was submitted immediately.

The other twenty-seven people did not leave either, they all stayed. They also felt regretful that they could not see this battle.

Fang Che and others embodies all their hopes.

Whether it's a win or a loss.

They all have to witness it together.

They cannot go on stage to share the glory, but in case of failure and shame, everyone will bear it together.

…

Zhao Shanhe and the others went back first. There were still eight days until the friendly battle between the two sides. It was impossible for them to stay at the headquarters until eight days later.

Especially Zhao Shanhe and An Ruoxing, as the chief commanders of a place, have many things to do every day, and it is even more impossible to stay here for a long time.

In the evening, Fang Che invited everyone to go to Graceland again, but everyone said nothing and didn't go.

"Everyone was so shameless last night. We can't go tonight without saying anything."

Feng Xiangdong and others were laughing: "Besides, you are guarding the main hall below. You have few resources and no foundation as good as ours. We can't compete with you every day."

"You have a house number on your body, and the house number is connected to the spiritual formation. As long as you practice with the house number, the spiritual energy will belong to you. This is a benefit."

"Last night, because of us, you and your sister-in-law didn't open the door to practice. Brothers know it well. How can we continue to be ignorant."

"Everyone just wants to brag about the experience of drinking and practicing in Yayuan... Now we have it. Boss Fang, please don't give in."

Thirty-five people all smiled at Fang Che.

Friendly and warm.

"Boss Fang, my affection last night will be remembered for the rest of my life."

Everyone laughed together.

They know that what they will remember is not a night of fun in Graceland, nor is it the spiritual rice porridge in the morning.

But... the scene where Fang Che closed the door and quietly stood up and left.

Also, even my sister-in-law’s door number is not open.

This is the true intention.

I held it in for a whole day and didn't say it, I just kept it silently in my heart. But now that the wind has become clear to the east, everyone no longer holds it back.

Fang Che smiled and said, "Hey, it seems you don't miss my sister-in-law anymore?"

Everyone was furious and shouted at the same time: "Anyway, the future affairs of my daughter-in-law will depend on you two. If you don't introduce me to my daughter-in-law, I will never give up in this life."

Fang Che spread his hands and said helplessly: "But I really don't have a sister-in-law."

"Anyway, if you brag, you will be held responsible."

"My sister-in-law's best friend is fine too..."

Talking about important things and winking: "As long as you are beautiful, have a good figure, and have decent qualifications, the key is to be well-behaved, sensible and obedient. No matter what your family background is, I don't mind it."

Everyone said at the same time: "Yes, that's what it is. I don't mind it."

"I hate you so much! Just stay alone!"

Fang Che walked away.

Everyone burst into laughter behind them.

Back at Yayuan, Ye Meng was the only one left. This girl was opening the door to practice her martial arts. She had been practicing for most of the day.

"This girl is not stupid."

Fang Che chuckled to himself and joined in.

While cooking, Ye Meng said: "There is no rice like yesterday, only ordinary spiritual rice."

Fang Che laughed loudly: "How can we have that every day? Just make something and eat it."

"Huh huh huh." Ye Meng's pretty little nose shrugged.

"Yesterday you boasted to them that I had a sister? Introduced to them?"

"Yeah, they believed it."

"Ha ha……"

For the next seven days, Fang Che went to compete with everyone during the day and practiced in Yayuan when he came back at night.

But Ye Meng knew the benefits and kept practicing in Yayuan day and night to replenish his foundation. Especially during the day, she was the only one in the entire Yayuan, which benefited a lot.

Over the years, the foundation that was missing since childhood has been gradually made up for.

She could feel that her cultivation had not increased in the past few days, but this strange spiritual energy had integrated into her body and replenished her foundation.

Even a little bit of consolidation.

Every night when Fang Che came back, he would quietly sort out her meridians with the immeasurable scriptures. With the help of this kind of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, he could get twice the result with half the effort.

Starting from the fifth day, Ye Meng felt that the spiritual energy in his body was surging and increasing, and it was extremely fast.

The next day, Fang Che got up early to compete with Feng Xiangdong and others.

Ye Meng felt sore all over, and after sleeping for a while longer, when she got up, she suddenly found that there was a dense layer of debris in the bed.

White jade is of average quality.

And the skin all over his body was actually much softer and smoother.

I hurriedly cleaned up and washed myself secretly. I felt even more beautiful.

“This place is really nice.”

Ye Meng whispered.

Fang Che also felt that he had made some progress; but it was not obvious.

In fact, since the last time Dong Changfeng spread benefits, Fang Che has felt that his physical fitness should be at its peak.

So this time in Yayuan, he only took it for two nights. After feeling that the effect was not very great, he quietly stopped taking it.

Let Ye Meng absorb all the transformed spiritual energy of Yayuan's Lingxiao Vine.

But after seven days, Fang Che's own cultivation actually improved a step and became a third-grade king level.

Then he discovered that he had beaten all thirty-five people several times.

Including Feng Xiangdong and others.

There are only four people who make it more difficult for Fang Che to fight: Feng Xiangdong, Rain Madness, Xue Wanren, and Dongfang Zhe.

To deal with these four people, Fang Che must use the moves of Hate Tian Dao or Tuo Tian Dao in order to defeat them. But the advantage is also very weak.

Moreover, they each have their own trump cards.

But Feng Xiangdong and others had already called them monsters.

Because their cultivations were all at the ninth level of the king level, but they were crushed by Fang Che, the third level king level.

This is simply incredible.

But... when fighting Fang Che, I had a strange feeling: in terms of the power of spiritual energy, my ninth-level king level was stronger than Fang Che's third-level king level, even much stronger.

It seems that he is absolutely sure to crush him in terms of strength.

But...the combat experience that I am proud of, and the unique skills that my family has been famous for for thousands of years, there is always a feeling that I can't use them.

This guy actually has more combat experience than himself?

How could an ordinary sword feel so powerful?

Kong has a lot of strength, but he can't use it when facing Fang Che. This is too frustrating.

And he got beaten.

And it feels like Fang Che still has some energy left.

How autistic.

As for the other twenty-seven people, they were happy to be beaten by Fang Che, because every time they were beaten, they gained new insights. So I was very excited.

If you can’t do it alone, why can’t you do it with two people?

So begins siege mode.

I have to say that all of these guys are very strong and have extremely high levels of understanding.

In seven days, those who beat people fought hard and those who were beaten gritted their teeth and endured the beatings. Both their cultivation and combat power actually improved a lot.

…

Just this afternoon.

Thirty-six people were fighting in a scuffle, and suddenly two people walked in outside the school grounds.

"gather!"

"Take a rest today and set off tomorrow to Qipan Mountain. You must rest and recuperate tonight. Although it is a friendly battle, it is also a battle of honor."

"yes!"

"We will set off at twilight tomorrow. This time, Master Jiu, Master Xue, Master Jian and others will all go. You should be careful along the way. Don't make any noise and don't disturb Master Nine. Master Nine is too tired."

"yes."

"Director, we want to watch the game."

"All twenty-seven of you are going?"

"yes."

"Accurate. There are many people watching the battle, including the younger generation disciples of the Outer World Mountain Sect. Don't conflict with them, and don't lose the face of our guardians."

The supervisor said sternly: "Try not to cause conflicts, but if conflicts are unavoidable, we must win!"

"yes!"

"Stay reasonable, and then overturn it! Understand?"

"Understand!"

"Go back and rest!"

"Yes! Your surname, Mr. Supervisor?"

"Yan Xifeng!"

"It turns out to be Master Yan."

Yan Xifeng left.

Thirty-six people also started to walk out, talking at the same time.

"Lord Yanxi Fengyan, I remember he was the 100th on the cloud weapon list. Lord Zimuhuan, right?"

"Yes, Zimuhuan Yan Xifeng was originally known as the Hundred Gatekeeper in front of the Cloud Weapons Library. Later, people from the Demon Cult rushed up to him and was seriously injured. Then he disappeared; it turned out that he was at the headquarters."

"Looking at Master Yan, it doesn't look like he was seriously injured... Hehe, someone is probably going to be unlucky."

"Keep silent. Don't talk about big shots' matters. You can talk about the past, but don't talk about the future."

"yes."

Then everyone separated.

"See you tomorrow at Tatsuki."

"Have a good rest tonight. Don't think about anything. First, sort out the gains of the past few days and turn them into combat effectiveness. There is no rush for this night to enter the realm, but mastering and applying everything you already know is the most important thing. thing."

"See you tomorrow!"

…

Ye Meng sat in the room, a little dazed.

Because at headquarters, she received instructions.

"Liberate quietly and don't act rashly."

These ten words seem to have a profound meaning.

Because she had been lurking quietly before, and now she was obviously reminding herself to be more calm than before.

Could it be related to Fang Che going to fight on behalf of the guard hall?

Fang Che was on the way and had already sent a message to Yinshen Palace.

"Master, I have been successfully selected for the competition. It's just that I don't understand why I am allowed to participate here and not our own side."

"This is your opportunity to make a contribution. We can do it anytime, but there are not many opportunities for you to climb up among the defenders. So this time, you must go all out! No matter what, To defeat your opponent, you have to perform better!”

"Master, can you make it clear?"

"Anyway, the better your performance, the greater the benefits. Don't ask anything else."

"Performing well means making great contributions to the Guardians? Defeat one of our own, right? I understood you correctly, Master?"

"……right!"

Yinshen Palace was already annoyed and sent three words: "I'm very busy!"

Fang Che hurriedly asked: "Master, are you watching the battle?"

"Not here!"

"Then I will report anything to Master at any time."

"Stop reporting and do your business!!"

There is some excitement in Yinshen Palace.

Damn it, this is your chance to show your face in front of the chief leader, why do you catch me chattering on and on.

Fang Che sent another message, and Yinshen Palace pretended to be dead and would not come back.

It seems that this time the old devil has been annoyed enough.

But Fang Che also understood.

It seems that this time, the old devil is not qualified to participate in the war. If you put it that way...it's the headquarters of both parties versus the headquarters?

But now the other side has not announced the list of participants.

I wonder if you got the other party’s list here? Or did the other party get the list here?

Also, Ningxue Sword said that he wanted me to show him the sword technique that he had learned, but why is there no movement now?

"The rain is about to come, but suddenly everything is silent. It seems that this time the undercurrent is surging, which is stronger than I expected."

That night.

In order to win the martial arts competition and achieve results, Fang Che pestered Ye Meng Shuangxiu.

Increase your cultivation.

Ye Meng had just received the order, and it was when he felt most guilty that he was succeeded in a daze.

And I was very tired from tossing and turning.

Fang Che had a real good time and actually fell asleep, sleeping soundly.

Ye Meng sighed and rested her head gently on his chest, feeling a little worried.

Why does this guy feel more and more powerful?

"No wonder when I was training at the base, those sisters and aunts all said that being a woman is too tiring... It is indeed tiring."

I dreamed at night and fell into a deep sleep.

…

Gather early in the morning.

Fang Che went to hand over the jade plaque to open the door, and sincerely thanked him, asking the guard to convey his gratitude to Master Jian on his behalf.

And left a letter in the room.

Both face-saving and the attitude of accepting favors are done to the fullest.

Thirty-six people, together with Ye Meng, went to gather together.

Immediately, someone led Wuhou's team over, and there were also more than thirty people on Emperor Wu's side.

A total of more than one hundred and twenty people.

There were twenty-seven participants in the battle and more than one hundred spectators.

Line up neatly.

Not long after.

The light of the sword reflects the sun, and the energy of the sword reaches the sky.

The Love-cutting Sword and the Ningxue Sword, one on the left and one on the right, protected Dongfang Sansan as she walked out.

Behind him, there are hundreds of people, all of whom are top masters.

Fang Che took a quick look and saw that Dongfang Sansan was still the same as he had seen him in the illusion last time, but his spirit looked much better than when he saw him last time.

I couldn't help but feel relieved.

"See Master Jiu, see Master Xue, Master Jian..."

Everyone knelt down and worshiped in unison.

Dongfang Sansan smiled lightly and said, "Everyone, get up."

Then he said softly: "This friendly battle is also an unprecedented competition. You are all still young. There is plenty of time in the future, and the future is bright. Just fight with all your strength, and don't worry too much about the outcome. "

"We will definitely fight with all our strength to protect my reputation as the guardian!"

In the crowd, there were ancestors of major families, all looking at these little guys.

All in all, except for Fang Che, the other participants in the war were basically all their ancestors, ancestors, or some other relationship.

Among all the people, the only one who has no clue is the boss Fang Che.

The eyes of a bunch of old guys were scanning everyone.

They are obviously warning: Little bastards, don’t listen to Master Jiu. Master Jiu is being generous and doesn’t want you to bear pressure at such a young age. But I’m warning you, if you really lose, come back and try?

You have brought shame to our whole continent and to our guardians. I will personally take action to peel off your skin!

"Is everyone here?"

Dongfang Sansan asked.

"Everyone else has gone ahead."

"Then, let's go."

Dongfang Sansan smiled slightly and said to everyone participating in the battle: "Relax, it's just a competition."

Over there, Xue Fuxiao has already taken out a flying boat.

"Set off!"

…