Lord of the Night

Bi Yunyan snorted, curled her lips and said, "Who said I'm going to eat leftovers? You can't lose a piece of meat just by looking at him. It's a bit of a loss if you don't take a second look at such a handsome man."

Finally entered the cabin.

Yan Beihan followed and sat in his seat, motionless.

Feeling the buzzing sound, the flying boat rose.

Instantly turned into a stream of light.

Yan Beihan closed his eyes, and suddenly felt that there was still a sword light in front of him, coming toward his face.

Fang Che's voice.

"My sword is named Mingjun."

"Hmph! Damn you bastard!"

Yan Beihan cursed angrily.

…

Yan Nan entered the cabin, sat down and closed his eyes to rest, thinking about the gains and losses this time.

The Night Demon should have entered the sight of the opponent's senior management, but his cultivation level is too low now to be of much use. There is still a long way to go.

The battle between himself and Dongfang Sansan will continue.

Dongfang Sansan obviously also has doubts about Night Demon, but he doesn’t know to what level the suspicion reaches and how far it will go?

One more thing is...

Yan Nan thought of the face of the girl in the stands. Was that the concubine that Yin Shen Palace had forcibly given to Night Demon?

The distance was too far, so I just took a look.

Yan Nan always felt that as an undercover agent, Night Demon was not safe around women. But to a certain extent, it has the effect of concealing one's identity.

After all, with a wife and family there, the guardian will instinctively feel that he is one of his own.

But it is a hidden danger after all... How to deal with it? We still need to take another look and think about it, or ask the guy from Yin Shen Palace how he arranged it?

All aspects must be considered.

Thinking of the battle between his granddaughter and the Night Demon, Yan Nan opened his eyes and looked around.

Only Bi Changhong and Chen are alone against the cold smoke and Xiang Beidou segment of the setting sun.

After pondering for a moment, he sent a message to the outside: "Call Xiaohan to come over."

…

Looking out the window, thousands of mountains and rivers passing by, Yan Beihan had a thoughtful look in his eyes.

She couldn't help but think of Fang Che.

I remembered the look in Fang Che's eyes, especially when the two of them were desperately competing for the speed of their swords.

Focused, indifferent, sharp, cold, and extremely confident.

This look.

Yan Beihan frowned, a bit familiar.

However, one thing is certain, that is, all masters, those who are confident and very confident in themselves, and the kind of people who have experienced countless battles and defeated them, and the kind of people who have killed countless people, in this fighting state Below, the eyes are almost the same.

The same indifference, coldness, sharpness and confidence.

Including himself, the look in his eyes at that time was basically the same.

But Yan Beihan always felt that something felt familiar.

She frowned, thinking carefully.

She has always believed in her intuition. As long as there is something wrong with her, there must be a problem.

"What are you thinking about?"

Bi Yunyan came over.

"nothing."

Yanbei Han Shensi does not belong to it.

"Hey, the guy named Fang today, when fighting, no matter whether he is up or down, his posture is first-rate and elegant."

Bi Yunyan said with fascination: "That guy is born with a talent for dressing up. No matter how he moves his hands or feet, he has that kind of demeanor and style that no one else has."

Yan Beihan glanced sideways and said, "What's going on? Are you a nymphomaniac?"

"You don't count as a nympho."

Bi Yunyan said: "After all, this guy is a bit carefree. Look at his gentleness towards those female disciples from the Outer World Mountain Sect. He fascinated those little girls and almost killed them one by one on the spot. May."

Bi Yunyan curled her lips and said: "In that case, if that guy chooses a wife on the spot, some of those girls will definitely agree, especially the saint from the Netherworld Palace, who is openly and secretly promising."

Yan Beihan said lightly: "And Miss Bi Yunyan, the jewel in the family of Vice President Bi of our Sovereign Orthodox Cult, has obviously been deeply in love with her for a long time, and she is even starting to get jealous."

Bi Yunyan laughed: "I appreciate beautiful men just like men appreciate beautiful women. It's the same reason. Appreciation is appreciation, but you won't fall into it. As for being jealous, it's even more nonsense."

Yan Beihan nodded, which made her feel relieved.

Bi Yunyan has this self-control.

But suddenly an idea flashed in her mind, and she seemed to remember something, but she had no vague impression and couldn't grasp it.

It seemed that Bi Yunyan had reminded him, and it seemed that he had thought of it himself.

I can't seem to remember the specifics, just a flash of light flashing through my mind.

Unable to help but go a little crazy, he grabbed Bi Yunyan and asked, "What did you just say?"

Bi Yunyan: "I don't like him."

"That's not it!"

"I admire beautiful men!"

"That's not the case either!"

"That's a scumbag!"

"..."

At this time, someone came in and called: "Miss, the deputy chief leader has asked you to come over."

Yan Beihan agreed and stood up.

Went to Yannan.

"I'm very dissatisfied with you fighting that Fang Che today."

Yan Nan gave Yan Beihan a lesson: "If you don't work hard enough, go back and practice more."

Yan Beihan was a little unconvinced: "He is not my opponent."

"But you need more training. Chief Duan, I'll leave this girl's training to you."

Duan Xiyang's face twisted again: "I won't do it."

"You have to do it even if you don't want to do it."

The old god Yannan was here and made a strong arrangement: "We must let Xiaohan have the strength of around the second emperor level to defeat the king level!"

Yannan has very strict requirements.

Because only he knew that Night Demon did not use his full strength.

He also has a gun!

If Night Demon takes a shot, Yan Beihan can't stop it. This gap is really obvious, because the Night Demon is only at the third level of King Level; while Yanbei Han is at the King Level!

Yan Beihan pursed his lips and had no choice but to agree.

The next step was to be given a regular lecture by Yan Nan.

After being trained here for a while, the vagueness in my mind completely disappeared.

After returning with his little head drooped, he said to Bi Yunyan: "Collect all the information on Fang Che. I want to take a look."

Bi Yunyan smiled and said, "Hey, are you interested too?"

Yan Beihan snorted and said, "I only paid attention because the enemy was too threatening; but you are just a nymphomaniac."

Then she didn't think of something until this moment, and couldn't help but frown immediately.

"What's wrong?"

Bi Yunyan asked.

"The Night Demons taught by Yixin did not participate in this friendly battle, and they did not even participate in the selection."

Yan Beihan muttered: "This shouldn't be the case. Even if Night Demon does not enter the friendly battle, it is impossible that he is not even qualified for the selection battle."

So he immediately took out the communication jade and sent a message to Night Demon.

"Night Demon, where are you?"

…

Fang Che held Ye Meng on his arm and was about to board the flying boat with the large army...

Suddenly, hundreds of female disciples from the outer sect came to see him off.

"Senior Brother Fang, see you in the world!"

Lan Xinxue stood at the front. She was gentle and elegant. She was beautiful in her white dress. She was extremely elegant. She held her sword and saluted with a heroic appearance: "Senior Brother Fang, thank you for your guidance today. I will look for you in the future."

She smiled coquettishly: "I'm going to try my sister-in-law's cooking by the way. Don't be unwelcome."

Ye Meng smiled slightly and said, "You are welcome at any time."

She stood next to Fang Che, standing on the gangway, her hair and white skirt were fluttering, her eyes were like the waves of autumn water; she was as ethereal as a moon palace fairy, and as graceful as a human being.

Lan Xinxue looked at Ye Meng with a smile and said softly, "Goodbye, sister-in-law."

"Goodbye, junior sister."

Ye Meng nodded slightly with a sweet smile.

Immediately, Fang Che grabbed his slim waist and flew into the air. He folded gracefully in the air and entered the flying boat.

"Everyone, the mountains are high and the rivers are long. We will see you again in the rivers and lakes. See you later."

Fang Che's voice echoed in the air.

The girls' hearts still echoed with his graceful appearance, and they were all a little intoxicated.

"Goodbye, Senior Brother Fang!"

The flying boat leaves the ground and dives into the white clouds.

It turned into a stream of light on the horizon.

Lan Xinxue and others were still standing in a daze.

The senior leaders of the sect were a little helpless.

But there is simply nothing we can do about this situation.

You will definitely encounter this situation when you come out.

Apart from anything else, a young man like Fang Che is a temptation that no young woman can resist.

People are like orchids and jade trees, gods are like the breeze and bright moon; gentle and elegant, but there is cold and domineering in their bones, the kind of demeanor that looks down on everything, the kind of demeanor that takes all difficulties and hardships as easy; the elegance, calmness, calmness and indifference revealed in the bones.

Like a combination of all contradictions, but perfectly integrated, exuding a fatal attraction.

For women of the right age, this is an irresistible poison!

This kind of dragon may not come out every few years, so what woman wouldn't be tempted by him?

But being tempted is a sin!

Of all these senior executives, which one is not up and down in the sea of ​​​​people? How could a man like Fang Che be tied to a woman? He treats all women the same, which shows that he doesn't care about these women at all.

But the little girls didn't have much experience, they just thought this person was really nice.

"Love connection..."

All the old guys sighed, vaguely feeling that it was really a mistake to bring this group of female disciples out this time.

…

All the way back.

Fang Che was called over by the senior management to talk.

All kinds of people, forty or fifty, were there.

"See you, Mr. Jiu. See you, my lords."

Dongfang Sansan sat in the middle with a gentle look: "Sit down."

"yes."

"Your name is Fang Che?"

"yes."

"People from Bibo City?"

"yes."

"Master Sun Yuan?"

"yes."

"Did you swallow the Su family's property?"

"..."

Fang Che hesitated for a moment, as if his thoughts were struggling: "...Yes."

"Why?"

"...At that time, I was poor and had no resources for cultivation."

"You can take advantage of others without training resources?"

"Junior... you are wrong."

Dongfang Sansan looked at him with stern eyes. After a moment, he suddenly used the method of calming the soul and asked in a condensed voice: "You are a demon taught by Yixin!"

"..."

Fang Che felt dizzy and confused, and said: "...No!"

"But your master is!"

"but I am not!"

"Why are you using your skills to resist the soul-suppressing thing?"

"The cultivation base operates automatically, and junior... junior cannot control it."

Fang Che's seven orifices were bleeding and he was on the verge of collapse.

When Dongfang Sansan released the soul-suppressing power, he had already fainted.

Ningxue Jian said: "Brother Ninth, you are too careful, this kid is obviously fine."

Xue Fuxiao shouted: "You know nothing! Don't disturb your Ninth Brother's thoughts."

No one else dared to speak.

Dongfang Sansan thought carefully and said after a moment: "After returning, all Fang Che's information will be sent to me."

Yang Luoyu said from the side: "Yes."

"Restore his soul and send him back when he wakes up. By the way, bring him the reward as well."

The Three Three Ways of the East.

"yes."

"Brother Ninth, what are your plans for him next?"

Another person asked, it was Fengyun Stick Buqiu.

"The arrangement... I have to think about it. After all, it has made a great contribution."

Dongfang Sansan sighed and said: "Go back to Baiyun Continent to guard the main hall first, and stay at your original post."

Seeing Fang Che being taken out, Dongfang Sansan's eyes were dark.

He did not issue a gag order.

"This time, I got a lot of good tea from Yan Nan. They are all top-quality spiritual teas. After I go back, I will make a list. For high-level cultivators, especially those who are on the verge of breakthrough and have been stuck in the bottleneck for many years, each person Come and get one.”

Dongfang Sansan frowned and said: "With different effects, you can separate dozens of them; almost ten people can advance. It's worth it."

A smile appeared on his face, very pleased.

"You should also keep some on hand." Xue Fuxiao knew Dongfang Sansan's temper and was worried that he would be separated, so she hurriedly reminded him.

"Yes, I have one pound of each type on hand." Dongfang Sansan woke up and said: "If there is a bottleneck that is only one step away from loosening, you can come and get a replacement. If it becomes loose, it will be replaced again." It’s a pity that it’s stuck, thanks for reminding me.”

Xue Fuxiao was speechless: "I let you drink it by yourself!"

"There is no use for me to drink this. It can only satisfy my appetite."

Dongfang Sansan said: "The top management is so far behind others in terms of military force. If we can improve it by one point, we will improve it by one point."

Everyone sighed.

Some people's eyes were red.

I don't know why, but the Weiwo Orthodox Sect is uniquely blessed with many natural resources and treasures, including top-quality spiritual teas and spiritual plants, which are popping up in endlessly there. However, compared to the other side, the Guardian Continent is very barren.

Master Jiu used limited resources and continued to allocate them carefully, just like a tailor with amazing hands, using absolutely insufficient resources to mend things for tens of thousands of years.

Thinking of what Yan Nan said to Dongfang Sansan, everyone felt sour in their hearts.

"You have only one weakness, it's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice!"

When Yan Nan said this, no one on the entire Guardian side could refute it.

Just like this high-end spiritual tea, although spiritual tea is good, it is just tea.

He actually needed Master Jiu to show off his face and get it out of the opponent's hands!

Who wants to show weakness in front of their enemies? No one would want to do this, but as Lord Jiu’s supreme status, he did it without hesitation.

Master Jiu doesn’t want to lose face?

"And you!"

Dongfang Sansan turned to Yu Tianqi and said: "After we return, we will retreat at the headquarters and recover as soon as possible."

He smiled and said: "...still on par with the sky!"

"yes!"

Yu Tianqi took a deep breath: "I must recover!"

Only then can he live up to Master Jiu’s painstaking arrangement.

He didn't say this out loud, but he made up his mind in his heart.

Dongfang Sansan frowned again, thought for a while, and said, "Yang Luoyu."

"Master Jiu."

"When you return this time, you go to the southeast and cooperate with the southeast guard headquarters; by the way, send Fang Che back. Then you will personally collect all Fang Che's information and send it to me here."

"yes."

Yang Luoyu thought for a while and said, "Master Jiu, do you need to keep it a secret?"

Dongfang Sansan's eyes lit up slightly, this question was just right.

He pondered for a while and said: "Forget it being kept secret. Everything about Fang Che was exposed in the friendly battle. If he is not a spy, it will be nothing for us to check. If he is a spy, we will be mysterious, which will make Wei Wei I’m teaching the other side to respond accordingly.”

"Just do it openly."

He pondered and said: "But be careful not to chill people's hearts. It's just an investigation, understand?"

"Understand!"

…

Fang Che woke up and returned to the crew cabin. Feng Xiangdong and others came over and smiled happily: "Is there an individual reward? Tell me, we are all happy."

Fang Che said in a daze: "I was asked a few questions, but there was no reward...and it was mainly because of my background and the ridiculous things I did before...Hey."

He sighed deeply, looking a little downcast.

"Well……"

Feng Xiangdong and others also looked at each other, speechless.

These guys are all people with backgrounds. Of course, they have to investigate the new teammates, and they naturally know the deeds of 'Young Master Yi Boyun Tianfang'.

But after being in contact with him for so long, Fang Che's way of doing things conquered them.

They felt more and more that Fang Che was not the kind of person rumored to be.

In fact, the reason why I went drinking with Fang Che on the first day was to test Fang Che's personality; if Fang Che really had the character of the 'righteous and righteous Young Master Fang', then the harmony wouldn't have been so harmonious that night.

"Don't worry, those who are clean will clean themselves up."

Yu Zhongkuang patted Fang Che on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Brothers all believe in you."

Xue Wanren said: "If you need help from brothers, just ask. We will fight even to the death!"

His words were solemn and serious.

The other thirty-four people cast their gazes back at the same time and said in unison: "Brother Xue is right. If Boss Fang needs help, the brothers will definitely be there."

"fine."

Fang Che smiled faintly: "The frivolous things you do when you are poor will always be rewarded; now, this is coming. However, I can still hold on, it will be fine. Don't worry."

the other side.

The imperial champion came across the sea.

Feng Xiangdong hurriedly gave up his position, nodded and bowed: "Uncle."

There is a four or five year age difference between the two, but they are of the same generation; Feng Guohai is the youngest son of Grandpa Feng Xiangdong and his direct uncle and nephew.

Feng Guohai glared at him and said, "You're a worthless thing! He didn't even make it into the top four. It's really a disgrace to our Feng family. Go back for special training!"

Feng Xiangdong lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

But his body trembled.

In the rain and snow, Wan Ren and others also called people with low eyebrows and obediently: "Uncle."

"A bunch of losers!"

Feng Guohai showed off his elders' airs: "Seeing you all acting like this, I'm so ashamed for you! How many resources has the family spent on you? But at the critical moment, you'd just pull out one by one and have diarrhea! One by one! The mud won't stick to the wall, and the dog meat won't make it to the table!"

"What else can you do! Why can't you eat? There's nothing left!"

All the combatants lowered their heads, like a flock of quails, shivering one by one.

"Everyone is waiting. It will be easier for you when we go back this time!" Feng Guohai scolded him fiercely.

After training his juniors, Feng Guohai came to Fang Che. His smile was kind and sunny, and his handsome face was filled with admiration: "Fang Che? I am Feng Guohai."

"Hello, Brother Feng."

Fang Che quickly returned the gift.

This title made all the little quails look up in shock.

What does it mean? We call you uncle and you call me brother? You have bad intentions.

"Be closer to me from now on."

Feng Guohai laughed and gave Fang Che a sign: "If you have time in the future, go to the Northeast region. I will wholeheartedly entertain you and show you the unique flavor of the northern mountains and rivers."

"I will go." Fang Che smiled.

"Even if I'm not here, if you go over there, it will be easier to do things with this sign."

"good."

"If you have the idea of ​​​​transferring, I can help. It is actually far better to come to the northeast than to the southeast. There is a vast world here and there is a lot to do."

Fang Che understood.

This person is actually here to poach people.

"What's Brother Feng's position in Northeast China?"

"Northeast Headquarters, Chief Deacon."

Feng Guohai smiled and said, "Actually, our positions are the same."

"Brother Feng is joking. My younger brother is just a general deacon guarding the main hall. How can he be compared with Brother Feng."

"Hey, there is no high or low position."

Feng Guohai chatted with Fang Che for a while and then went back.

He just came to plant a seed and get acquainted with Fang Che. If anything happens in the future, he can naturally cooperate.

It's a gesture and a signal.

He understood it, so he came; Fang Che also understood it, so he accepted it.

…

Feng Guohai returned. Looking at the eyes of Feng Xiangdong and others, Fang Che smiled slightly: "Nephews, please get up and sit down. Stop squatting. It's so uncomfortable."

"Grass!"

Feng Xiangdong and others jumped up immediately: "This bastard is so crazy that he pretends to be a senior in front of us. Sister-in-law, get out of the way, we are going to beat him up!"

Ye Meng held back her laughter and stepped aside.

Immediately... a group of people rushed forward, like wolves and tigers, and instantly overwhelmed Fang Che.

Arrive at the Guardian’s headquarters, Rough City.

When Fang Che got off the flying boat, it could almost be said that his clothes were messy and his hair was messy.

Her hair was also rubbed into a henhouse shape.

The jade-like appearance of the wind god has disappeared.

He looked like a beggar who had been beaten eight hundred times by a thousand people.

Others were laughing and walking beside him as if nothing had happened, and no one looked at him.

We have been brothers for so long, but you actually want to be an uncle, and you still insist on not letting go, and you will hit anyone who doesn't want to hit you.

Ye Meng supported Fang Che and scolded: "You tell me, why are you provoking them? There are many people in the family. If you insist on being older, aren't you making yourself look bad?"

Fang Che was weak: "I want to be an uncle even after being beaten a hundred times. This is a matter of principle..."

Ye Meng couldn't help but smile, her eyes turned into crescent moons.

Then he remembered that during the friendly battle, Fang Che deliberately showed his best side to so many women, spreading his wings unscrupulously like a peacock.

The distress immediately turned into anger, and as soon as he stretched out his little hand, he pinched a piece of soft flesh around his waist.

He twisted hard and said bitterly: "Those girls are all beautiful, right? Especially the Saint of Netherworld Palace, she actually rushed in front of me to demonstrate..."

"Hiss, hiss..."

Fang Che cried out in pain: "Let go and hiss, let go and hiss... You girl, if you don't learn something, just learn this..."

Ye Meng snorted and put a little more force on his hands: "Does this still require learning? These are all talents. Hey, I forgot, what is the name of that saint?"

"Lan Xinxue."

"I actually remember it so clearly!"

Ye Meng became very jealous and suddenly exerted force on her hand.

Fang Che endured the pain and whispered to Ye Meng: "Go back and practice shooting all night."

Ye Meng was startled, and immediately loosened the soft flesh around Fang Che's waist, rubbed it with his hands, and said in a low voice: "Don't you have a celebration party tonight... I'll go to bed early."

"Hmph, you're not allowed to go to bed early! Just wait!"

Fang Che was arrogant.

That night, there was indeed a celebration banquet.

But the top management only came to the scene to toast a glass of wine together and left in a hurry.

Then there was a flurry of demons.

Fang Che, the champion, was toasted the most. Whenever he wanted to skip the table, he was held down by Feng Xiangdong and others, and they shook their heads together: "We won't drink for him."

"Gurgling..."

Fang Che was filled with wine.

When I went back to where I was staying at night, my belly felt like I was six months pregnant. As I walked, I could clearly hear the sound of water rippling in my belly, just like the waves of the ocean rising and falling...

After returning with a full stomach, Ye Meng was shocked: "Why did you drink so much?"

"Shhh."

Fang Che raised his index finger.

Then he put his hand on the side of the tree and performed some exercises. Suddenly, his whole body was filled with heat, and a stream of clear wine rushed out from his index finger, splashing, splashing, splashing...

only……

It just flowed for a while.

Fang Che actually helped someone empty.

This spiritual fruit tree actually pulled out its roots. The trunk staggered like two legs. It left Fang Che six feet away in disgust before taking root again.

"I am Cao!"

Fang Che was immediately shocked.

What the hell... the trees are running away too?

He didn't know that this was a spiritual plant that had been growing in an extremely hard place like Kengqi Mountain for tens of thousands of years, and that it actually had spiritual consciousness.

And what this Tianxuan tree hates the most is wine...

The tree moved away, leaving only Mr. Fang holding out his index finger and spraying out, as thick and thin as that little convenience...

Ye Meng blushed and brought out a big basin.

Fang Che then quickly turned his fingers and peed all into the basin. No, it was ejaculated into the basin. No, it was not right, it was put into the basin.

The smell of alcohol filled the air, and white mist rose.

After a while, I was in high spirits.

"The prizes have been delivered, ten thousand divine crystals."

Ye Meng said pitifully, "I'm so sleepy. It's too late."

After saying that, he yawned decently.

Fang Che held her waist, entered the room, kicked the door shut with his foot, and said with a smile: "I just learned the sound barrier, you try it."

Ye Meng struggled and said, "Really?"

"Really. I'm going back tomorrow anyway. The feng shui here at the headquarters is good and the air is good. Hmm... turn over..."

Fang Che would naturally not let go of the opportunity at the headquarters. After feeling comfortable all over, his mind was extremely relaxed. Taking this opportunity to condition Ye Meng's body would consolidate all the previous foundations and all the benefits gained after arriving at the headquarters.

Ye Meng got so many benefits from coming here this time. Once he leaves here, the environment is suddenly different, and it is inevitable that the spiritual energy will flow out and the body will undergo a process of adaptation.

That would be a shame.

There was no chance before, and I was too nervous before the battle to relax much.

Now is the most relaxing time. Fang Che naturally didn't want to miss the opportunity.

Of course, another trivial reason is that I couldn't hold it in...

As Fang Che's immeasurable scriptures moved, the pure spiritual energy from the headquarters entered the two bodies like a tide...

…

The night passed.

When Ye Meng forced herself to get up, she felt that nothing about her body belonged to her.

The whole body was split into seven or eight petals.

It was Fang Che who used his spiritual power to nurse her back to strength before she regained her strength to move.

When I walked out, there were already few people outside.

Everyone who should leave has already left.

Especially Feng Xiangdong and others, who left in the middle of the night after drinking yesterday - there is no way, now the ancestors in the family are waiting for them to go back and lose their temper.

Those with whips and sticks can't wait to fight... Although they won, it was Fang Che who turned the tide. What does it have to do with you guys who lost early?

Therefore, this or several beatings are inevitable for each of these guys.

Yang Luoyu, dressed in white as snow, stood at the door with Yan Jundi in his arms. When he saw Fang Che coming out, he smiled and said, "I just want to go back to the southeast to find Dong Changfeng. By the way, I will go back with you two."

"Thank you, Senior Yang."

Fang Che said respectfully.

"Would you like to ride a horse?"

Yang Luoyu laughed.

"That's okay, Senior Yang makes the decision."

"Then let's ride back."

Yang Luoyu said: "Just in time, let's enjoy the scenery along the way."

"Those two horses will do, and one for us will do," Fang Che said.

Yang Luoyu smiled: "Three, you can switch at any time."

"……good."

Fang Che curled his lips inwardly, Senior Yang was quite romantic, he was so considerate.

But there is also a bit of teasing in it.

But Fang Che had no choice. Now that Ye Meng's body was still soft, she didn't feel comfortable letting her ride a horse by herself.

So the two of them rode together, holding a horse, and followed Yang Luoyu on the road.

Slowly left the bumpy city.

When going down the mountain, Fang Che gently touched the stones on both sides.

Say goodbye silently.

There is a feeling like saying goodbye to the closest and most reliable person.

The divine stone was speechless, but Fang Che could feel the reluctance.

"I'll come often."

Fang Che said silently.

Go down the mountain and look back.

Looking at the smooth and smeared mountain road, it is undulating and winding. The stones on both sides are so smooth and seem to still remain, exuding the aura of the previous guardians.

Fang Che's eyes were focused.

Yang Luoyu and Ye Meng were also looking behind.

Over the years, everyone behaved in the same way when they left Campy City. It seems that this city and this mountain road are full of magical power.

It’s enough to make everyone reluctant to leave and linger.

The sound of horse hooves broke the silence in front of the mountain.

Fading away.

The rocks are silent and the bumpy road is silent.

…

"Master, are you back? The disciple has participated in the friendly battle and successfully won the king-level battle championship. He pressed down the guys from the headquarters and rubbed him."

"I've been back for a few days, and I already know your record. Well done."

"Master is at the headquarters, is everything okay? The disciple will feel relieved when he comes back."

"With Lord Yan Beihan taking care of me, there will be no danger, so it won't be a big problem."

"Oh, that's okay, okay."

Fang Che frowned.

It seems that Chen Yin didn't help? Or not strong enough?

Then, you have to figure it out yourself.

Yin Shen Palace's words are very telling. He asked two people to help him, but he only mentioned one. He was not one to omit something like this. Since he only mentioned Yan Beihan, there must be a reason.

Fang Che understood everything as soon as he rolled his eyes and said, "I will thank Master Yan for a moment."

He also didn't mention Chen Yin.

Yinshen Palace smiled at the chief helm: "You little bastard, you have a very sharp mind."

So he replied: "You have been too active recently, so you must keep a low profile for a while. This time you participated in the friendly battle, Fang Che's identity was exposed a bit, and the world attracted attention. You must pay close attention to safety recently, and also go back and check at home."

"Yes, Master."

Fang Che frowned, Yinshen Palace specifically mentioned home.

Well, is someone going to take action against the family?

News from the Yin Shen Palace came over there: "I am going to be in retreat recently. I will contact you, Master Mu, for everything. In addition, I gave you Master Mu the further sword manual of the Seven Blood Swords. I will deal with Hai Wuliang in a few days." If the road is safe, he will come find you."

"Yes, Master."

Communication ends.

Yinshen Palace frowned a little and rubbed the center of his eyebrows due to a headache.

During his absence, experts from the southeast headquarters and people from the headquarters surrounded and suppressed Hai Wuliang seven times.

He escaped every time. The so-called result of the battle was that Hai Wuliang was injured more and more seriously each time.

But Hai Wuliang was not dead, and Yinshen Palace felt uneasy. This guy has obviously become a mad dog. If he doesn't kill him, he will bite him sooner or later.

After he came back, he organized several encirclement and suppression campaigns, but he didn't even see Hai Wuliang's shadow at all.

After being seriously injured, Hai Wuliang disappeared like a wave in the sea.

But Yin Shen Palace itself could not wait any longer.

I have realized it, reached the realm, and the bottleneck has been loosened. I must immediately retreat to break through the holy level.

What's more, he still has the ungraded Dao Realm elixir that Night Demon gave him as a reward last time, but it hasn't been used yet. After taking it, I am very sure of breaking through to the Saint level.

It's a sure thing.

Therefore, the Yinshen Palace did not want to wait any longer, and immediately ordered the retreat.

This time, I won’t be able to leave until I reach the holy level.

…

Over there, Fang Che discovered the message Yan Beihan sent to him.

Looking at the time, it turned out to be shortly after the friendly war ended.

So he replied: "I'm on a mission outside, Master Yan. Thank you very much for my master's affairs. I heard Master said that Master Yan's kindness will never be forgotten by us masters and disciples."

What he said was extremely sincere.

He had completely forgotten that in a friendly battle, he made someone furious and kicked him in the chest.

Besides, Lord Night Demon also has a reason for this: Fang Che, who is guarding the main hall, is angry with you and kicked you. What does it have to do with me, Night Demon?

Yan Beihan's reply came immediately: "Why did it take you so long to reply? Are you participating in a friendly war?"

"I didn't participate in the friendly battle. I was looking for the Seven Yin Returning Yang Grass in the Ten Thousand Beasts Jungle. There are too many monsters here and I don't have much time to read the news."

"The Seven Yin Returns Yang Grass?" Yan Beihan asked: "Why did you end up in the Jungle of Ten Thousand Beasts looking for this? The Seven Yin Returns Yang Grass is only found in the cold ice fields of the far north."

"When I heard there was one here, I came straight over. No wonder I couldn't find it after searching for more than a month... Hey, I always feel that compared to Mr. Yan, I am far behind in terms of experience, experience and knowledge. .”

"Then you can stop and go to the far north. Also, why didn't you participate in the selection battle?"

"My master was intercepted and killed one after another on his way back. After we discussed it, if I really went to fight, my identity would inevitably be leaked, and I would be tracked. I'm afraid I would definitely die at the hands of my own people, so I didn't even go to the selection."

This reason is impeccable.

But Yan Beihan still felt that something was wrong.

So he asked: "I remember you were in Baiyun Continent before, right?"

"Yes, I just came out of Baiyun Continent for one month and thirteen days."

"Then do you know Fang Che?"

Yan Beihan's words made Fang Che's heart skip a beat.

He replied cautiously: "General Deacon Fang who guards the main hall in Baiyunzhou?"

"Yes, that's that person." Yan Beihan asked, "What do you think of this person?"

Fang Che thought about it and said: "To be fair, Fang Che is a martial arts genius, and he is extremely diligent; he is very keen on martial arts, and he is a good-looking person; but he seems to be a bit stubborn in doing things. To put it simply , you understand the standard guardian temperament, Mr. Yan."

Fang Che's reply was very fair and impartial, and he evaluated it completely from the perspective of an outsider.

Yan Beihan was silent for a moment and said, "Ye Mo, have you ever fought against Fang Che?"

Fang Che's mind was spinning rapidly. It would be strange if the two geniuses in Baiyun Continent had never fought each other before.

"I only did it once, and I was preparing to go back this time to learn more. That was when I just came back from the project of raising Gu to become a god. I had a fight and I lost. But he couldn't keep me. And he didn't know at all. Who am I, so when we met that night, neither of us made a killing move."

Fang Che's reply was thoughtful.

"Then you may not be his match now."

"I heard that he has become a king-level champion. However, I may not lose."

"What kind of cultivation are you, Night Demon?"

"The second level of king level is about to break through to the third level."

"A little weaker."

Yan Beihan was a little unmotivated and said, "Why don't you improve quickly?"

"My subordinates do not have the best elixirs, and at this stage, although the foundation has been accumulated, the erysipelas of elixirs that generally enhance cultivation will be integrated into the dantian, and it will be difficult to clean them in the future. Therefore, for the time being, my subordinates only use divine crystals. I haven’t taken any pills during my cultivation.”

Yan Beihan suddenly became interested: "You haven't taken any pills to increase your cultivation?"

"Yes, and now my subordinates are suppressing the Dantian mist swirling into clouds. I am afraid that taking the elixir will increase the growth too quickly, which will cause the clouds to accumulate less at this stage, which will be bad for the long-term future."

Yan Beihan immediately felt relieved, and then became even more happy.

The mist swirls into clouds!

These five words, ordinary warriors at the king level will not know at all.

But Night Devil said it, which shows that Night Devil has reached this stage; this proves that genius is different!

"Then you practice hard. I'm about to get the divine metal I promised you last time. Just wait patiently for a while."

"I would like to thank you, Mr. Yan. Mr. Yan not only saved my master from life and death, but also took great care of me. The reward is so precious and such a huge kindness. I really don't know how to repay you in the future."

Fang Che saw the benefits and hurriedly replied: "In the future, Mr. Yan, as long as he has a destiny, he will not give up his humble position even to death."

Yan Beihan nodded and said, "Then you should be careful when looking for the Seven Yin Returning Yang Grass."

Communication was cut off.

Yan Beihan frowned slightly, but the doubt in his eyes did not diminish much.

She murmured in her mouth: "I have seen many handsome young men in Yin Shen Palace in my life, but none of them can compare to Night Demon!"

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[Many things in this war are useful, but there is too much information. I will most likely miss it in the future, so please remind me. 】