Lord of the Night

Qiu Yunshang looked aggrieved on the side: "Boss Fang... I was poisoned and injured. They didn't believe it... and they beat me."

Fang Che looked empathetic and said, "Don't be angry. People have made progress but you haven't. It's normal to get beaten. You have to be open-minded. If you can't catch up in the future, you'll get beaten more than you do now."

Qiu Yunshang's face twisted: "Boss, you know how to comfort people."

Mo Ganyun geared up and said, "Boss Fang, Qiuyun is a lesson for you."

Fang Che frowned and looked at the two dissatisfied people in front of him. He felt why there were so few people. He turned around and asked, "Jing Shuanggao, aren't you going?"

Jing Shuanggao shrank his head and said, "No matter what, it's not my turn to be the boss. Why should I go up and beat him?"

"It's sobering in the world."

Fang Che gave Jing Shuanggao a thumbs up.

Facing Chaoyang, he said: "Since you both can't wait to be beaten, who among you will go first?"

Song in the Rain said first: "I'll come first."

Before he finished speaking, his body turned into a bolt of lightning and punched Fang Che in the face.

boom!

The two of them fought together.

During this battle, as expected, several other people saw Yu Zhongge's progress. They saw that he was steadily gaining the upper hand.

Fang Che obviously seemed a bit unable to react. He could only resort to tricks, but he was actually put at a disadvantage.

Everyone was shocked.

Singin' in the Rain has made so much progress? Can you actually beat Boss Fang?

After ten moves, Fang Che was at a disadvantage and received several blows. Singing in the Rain was unscathed.

A hundred moves later, Fang Che is still at a disadvantage... Sing in the Rain is still unscathed.

A thousand moves passed, but Fang Che was still at a disadvantage despite his tenacity... Song in the Rain was panting like an ox and sweating profusely.

One thousand five hundred moves passed, and Fang Che... was still at a disadvantage.

Yu Zhongge's face was pale and his steps were staggering, but he was still fighting hard.

Two thousand moves passed... Fang Che was still standing panting.

In front of him, there was Singer in the Rain lying with a large piece of the earth soaked with sweat. His face was pale and he was breathing heavily, like a fish that had landed on the beach.

He rolled his eyes and almost breathed his last.

"I'm crazy about Cao Cao!"

Everyone's eyes fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, the one who had been energetic and energetic and had the upper hand fell down tiredly, while the one who had always been at a disadvantage was still standing.

"me……"

Song in the Rain lay on the ground, blowing the bellows in his throat, rolling his eyes and saying intermittently: "I...have always had the upper hand..."

Everyone sympathized: "Yes, we all saw it, you didn't lose, you were just tired..."

Singing in the Rain was even more annoyed by this sentence.

Song in the Rain never dreamed in his life that his endless spiritual power could actually lead him to death from exhaustion on the battlefield.

But it became a fact.

Later, he even fully developed his potential, but still failed to defeat Fang Che.

Not even a trace of strength can be squeezed out of Dantian, and all the strength in the body has been wiped clean.

"I obviously tried harder... and I fucked Boss Fang... But that kind of force is beyond the reach of life and death..."

Singing in the Rain is extremely sad.

"Just a little bit...I will be the boss..."

Everyone: "Haha..."

Fang Che was also panting and looked at Mo Ganyun like he was pulling bellows: "Xiao Yunyun, let me rest."

With the lessons learned from Sing in the Rain, Mo Ganyun dared to let him rest. In line with the principle of beating a drowned dog, he yelled: "Who the hell are you calling Xiao Yunyun? Don't rest! Come on!"

Jumping up with a roar.

Mo Ganyun had made a good calculation. When Fang Che recovered, he might be the same as Sing in the Rain. Because of his body shape, he would not be able to survive Sing in the Rain with this kind of endurance.

Not to mention Fang Che.

Therefore, it must be resolved quickly.

Mo Ganyun came over like a mountain, and Fang Che yelled in a hurry: "How shameless, we are actually fighting!"

Mo Ganyun laughed: "You can't be the boss if you want face!"

This sentence made Fang Che angry, always feeling like he was being scolded.

So he gritted his teeth and said, "You are looking for a beating on your own!"

Responding with all their strength, the two of them continued to blast each other.

Mo Ganyun knew that in terms of combat skills and combat power, he was no match for Fang Che. The only one who could be stronger than Fang Che was probably his aura which was several levels higher than Fang Che's!

It was to go head-to-head, forcing Fang Che to take advantage of his inflexible position after the battle, and fight with each other.

Fang Che seemed to be cornered and yelled: "Mo Ganyun, you really think I'm afraid of you!"

He actually fought hard.

Mo Ganyun felt happy: He fell into my trap!

So he worked harder.

Exchanging palms, exchanging punches after dozens of times, and exchanging kicks after dozens of times.

Then various tricks.

Everyone around them watched with eyes twitching, while Song in the Rain Qiuyun Shangjing Shuanggao and others looked at it with some sour teeth, looking at each other with a strange sense of familiarity.

They remembered the battle between Fang Che and Mo Ganyun when they first entered school.

As for the battle in front of me, apart from the increased cultivation, it was almost like fighting that battle all over again!

Not the slightest bit different.

When two people on the scene swung their long legs and kicked each other violently...

Yu Zhongge silently crawled to his feet, hid behind Jing Shuanggao, hugged Jing Shuanggao's shoulders to support his weak body, swayed and murmured: "I'm sure, we should have been tricked again. ”

Jing Shuanggao said disgustedly: "It's you and Mo Ganyun who were tricked. What does it have to do with me? It's none of ours. I have no part in this matter."

The two sides continued to fight hard, and the two sides were sweating again; Mo Ganyun's legs and arms turned purple.

But he was full of fighting spirit. The more he fought, the more excited he became, and the more he blasted, the more enjoyable he became.

With this temper of his, he was ready to fight to the end of the world. Even if his spiritual energy was exhausted, he could still fight as hard as Fang Che simply based on the strength of his fighting body.

At this moment, his whole body seemed to be burning.

Looking at Mo Ganyun's condition, Yu Zhongge couldn't help but feel her heart beating. If Mo Ganyun used this state to fight a protracted battle with him, he might really be able to beat him to death.

Moreover, even if there is someone with the same genius and a higher level of cultivation than Mo Ganyun, with his fanatical fighting spirit, the one who wins in the end must be Mo Ganyun.

Such people are born for the battlefield.

But the look in Fang Che's eyes was even more terrifying. Mo Ganyun was in the middle of the game and only knew how to attack fiercely, but Yu Zhongge watched from the outside and realized Fang Che's vast combat power.

In his opinion, Mo Ganyun was like a violent torrent rushing down from a high mountain, moving forward in a majestic way.

But when he arrived in front of Fang Che, it seemed as if the violent torrent had hit the sea!

Although the exciting waves rolled into the sky, the water splashed into the sky.

But the sea remained motionless, and the deep sea didn't even make any waves.

He accepted all Mo Ganyun's attacks like a sea of ​​water.

Everyone only saw the huge waves when the two currents collided, and they all thought they were evenly matched. However, they never expected that the other side of the sea was still calm and the waves were like mirrors.

"I got fooled again..."

Singing in the Rain's sigh also completely extinguished a certain kind of competitive mentality.

Really convinced.

In the field, a series of blows sounded violently, and the two men jumped up at the same time, kicking each other twenty-seven times in the air.

Landed with a crash.

Mo Ganyun's face was red, his head was steaming, and his sweat was flowing like streams.

He stared at Fang Che and hissed: "Boss Fang! Aren't you going to fall down?"

Fang Che also had sweat on his face and said with a smile, "I'll count to three!"

"three two……"

Before "one" could be said, Mo Ganyun had already pushed down a golden mountain and fell straight down like a jade pillar. He was completely exhausted.

But when he fell down, he stared at Fang Che: "You... you, you... why don't you fall down?"

Fang Che wiped his face and said, "I'll dig the well and then pour it down. Come on, double height. It's your turn!"

Mo Ganyun stared wide-eyed and began to doubt life: What does it mean... to dig a well and then fall high again?

there.

Jing Shuanggao shook his head like a rattle: "Boss Fang... well, I didn't offend you. If you want to settle a score, it won't be on me. If you want to hit me, I'll just stand still and let you beat me." No more fighting."

"You really don't need it?"

"no, I'm fine."

Fang Che sighed: "Xue Wanren? What about you?"

Xue Wanren shook his head repeatedly: "These two fools are the only ones who still have the intention to usurp the throne. I don't have the slightest thought. I am only the seventh child. I only need to suppress the youngest one. The rest is not important to me. ”

The wind blows eastward with a black line. He gritted his teeth and made a "bang, bang, bang, bang" sound.

Fang Che was fine here. He wandered up to Mo Ganyun and saw that this guy's legs were swollen like an elephant.

Then he lifted up his pants.

Revealing a pair of legs that were only slightly green, he stamped his feet and said: "Xiao Yunyun, tell me, why don't you have a long memory after such a long time? Every time you remember to eat but not to take a fight, this is terrible What happened?"

"Why...don't you fall?"

Mo Ganyun asked hopefully.

"Not only can I not fall, I can walk, I can run, I can also jump... eh, jump!"

Fang Che suddenly jumped up and flew around in the air, landing gracefully without stirring up any dust.

It fell like a catkin in front of Mo Ganyun's eyes: "Are you surprised, or are you excited?"

"I belong to your uncle..."

Mo Ganyun rolled his eyes and fainted.

Mad!

I'm so exhausted. You've done nothing. Thanks to your acting. If you didn't act, I wouldn't even be able to come up here...

This time I was really fooled and had nothing to say.

Moreover, Shuangjie came to the door by himself.

"Xiangdong, Yunshang, these two people are left to you. Just carry them in and throw them away to rest."

Fang Che gave an order.

The wolf-like tiger on the autumn cloud brought down the weak and weak Singer in the Rain. Feng Xiangdong grabbed one of Mo Ganyun's legs, which was covered in purple, and dragged him backwards into the room.

Both of them looked at the sky with dull eyes and doubtful faces, and their heads banged on the steps without any response.

The others burst into laughter.

Xue Wanren and Jing Shuanggao looked happy.

Fortunately it's not me!

So cool!

Fang Che also felt extremely comfortable, because through the stimulation of Mo Ganyun and Yu Zhongge, his entire body's cultivation had been completely integrated.

In fact, when he and Yu Zhongge started working on it, it was still a little sluggish and had a wrinkled feeling.

But halfway through, it starts to flow smoothly; by the time it’s finished, most of it has been digested.

When Mo Ganyun rushed forward so violently and collided with him, he was really playing into his ambitions! If you weren't so fierce, I wouldn't know how to mobilize you!

Finally, Mo Ganyun was like a 10,000-pound sledgehammer. After hitting Fang Che with tens of thousands of hammers, he finally... forged Fang Che from two pieces of fine steel... into one piece of fine steel!

It has to be said that Mo Ganyun's strength is really strong.

"If any of you want to discuss with me in the future, just bring it up."

Fang Che said sincerely: "I don't mind if you can use the family's secret tactics. We are all brothers, so it's normal for us to compare notes."

Everyone shook their heads and responded with sincere smiles: "Haha... we are not idiots..."

At this moment, a man in black floated over from the distance at the gate.

He was very thin and very tall. The black robe on him seemed to be on a bamboo pole.

The whole person walked in the sunshine, but it felt as if the door of hell opened behind him, and he just walked out of hell in a floating manner.

It gave people a strong and clear feeling: there was sunlight in front of him, but it couldn't reach him. There is hell behind him, but it cannot cover him!

He walked lightly and faced everyone, but no one could see his face clearly.

When he walked to the gate, he saw Fang Che at a glance.

Smiling slightly, he said: "Captain Fang."

The sound gathered into a line, spanned a hundred feet, and reached Fang Che's ears accurately.

This is not a voice transmission.

But except Fang Che, no one would hear it.

Fang Che's super spiritual sense didn't even notice the arrival of this person. He didn't turn around until the sound reached his ears.

To the naked eye, all you can see is a gray shadow at the gate, swaying slowly, like a ghost, giving people the feeling of disappearing without a trace between heaven and earth at any time.

With a thought in his heart, he hurriedly dodged, pulled out an afterimage, and appeared at the gate, standing in front of the man in black.

The blur on the man's face suddenly disappeared, revealing a handsome face in front of Fang Che.

Sharp edges and corners.

Apart from being extremely thin, he actually has a very handsome face, with a natural indifference.

His eyes were like stars on a cold night, but now he looked at Fang Che with a warm smile on his face.

"Brother?"

Although Fang Che's tone was questioning, his eyes were filled with certainty.

The man in black laughed: "What, you're surprised?"

"I just didn't expect that my eldest brother would be so handsome after he recovered."

Fang Che laughed and said, "Come in for tea?"

"Well, this is my first time in the guardian's territory, so naturally I want to go in and have a look, and chat with you by the way."

This man in black is the Night Emperor.

Ghost Blade.

Sikongye!

He smiled and followed Fang Che inside, but looking in the eyes of Feng Xiang, Dongdong Yunyu and others, the feeling was absolutely different.

They felt... Fang Che entered his office with his shadow, chatting and laughing with his shadow.

There is no sense of inconsistency at all.

They knew in their hearts that Fang Che had a guest, but their eyes and feelings reminded them: no one came, it was just Fang Che who walked into the office!

But between the heaven and the earth, suddenly there was a terrible wind, as if there were thousands of ghosts, which had begun to circle and howl.

Wait until Fang Che's door is slammed shut.

Everyone came back to their senses and looked at each other with shock in their eyes!

What kind of cultivation is this? what's going on? How could there be such a sinister feeling! ?

"Did you notice anything?"

"...I realized that the ghost stories my grandfather told me when I was a child seemed to really exist..."

Just then.

Ye Meng came out of the back office and said, "Everyone, come and help us. Quickly organize the warehouse."

"Come on."

So everyone went over.

"Where's Fang Che?"

"He entered the room. It seems that someone is looking for him, but it seems that there is no one." Xue Wanren scratched his head and said.

"What are you talking about?" Ye Meng said in confusion: "Are you still not sure whether someone is coming?"

"I'm really not sure. Even if someone comes, it seems like a ghost has come."

Everyone laughed bitterly together.

"Sister-in-law, why don't you come over and take a look?"

"Since Fang Che has closed the door, it means something is wrong. If there was nothing wrong, he would not close the door."

Ye Meng turned around to look, and then said gently: "So, when he closes the door, let's not go there."

"I understand, sister-in-law."

Several people agreed together and remembered it firmly.

Everyone knows this is a reminder of night dreams.

inside the room.

Ye Huang sat opposite Fang Che, with a helpless and wry smile on his handsome and unassuming face.

Because Fang Che, who was opposite him, kept clicking his tongue and staring at him fiercely.

It's like discovering a rare animal that has never been seen in the world.

The Night Emperor felt unbearable.

He frowned and said, "After I became successful in practicing martial arts, you are the third person in the world who has seen my face. The first two people didn't react as much as you did."

Fang Che spread his hands and said, "Brother, one of those two is your brother and the other is your master. How do you compare with me, the first time I meet you?"

"The other one is not my master."

The Night Emperor smiled lightly, stretched out his hand, looked at his hand, performed his kung fu, and said softly: "My body finally doesn't stink anymore."

Fang Che put away his smile and nodded.

He knew how much this sentence meant. At the same time, I also knew that with these words, the joke time was over.

So make tea carefully.

"I went back last night and haven't had any rest until now. I removed all the remaining poison from my body, peeled off all the scars on my body, and soaked in the spiritual water until the early morning."

The Night Emperor said calmly: "Only when all the stench that has been integrated into the internal organs, skin and muscles of the past few years have been dissipated can I dare to let my hair grow again."

He looked at Fang Che and smiled: "Actually, I have mysophobia."

These words made Fang Che's hand that had just brought the tea to him tremble.

He really couldn't imagine what kind of torture it would be for a person with mysophobia to be poisoned by this kind of poison and live in this stench for more than two thousand years.

He sighed and said: "This practice is very long."

The Night Emperor was silent.

Finally he said in a deep voice: "Yes, this practice was very long. Fortunately, it has passed."

The Night Emperor picked up the tea, brought it to his eyes, looked at the green tea, lowered his eyes, and smelled the aroma of the tea entering his nostrils.

He whispered: "It smells so good."

I used this time to calm down my mood, took a few sips, and smiled: "Are you confused about how I readily accepted the conditions yesterday and accepted you as my brother? Do you think that I, the Emperor of the Night, am too spineless? When I heard that I could survive, I immediately agreed and flattered me? Isn’t that what a martial artist is?”

This question is a bit heartbreaking.

Fang Che smiled faintly: "Brother, you already explained this question once yesterday. If I ask this question again today, it is obvious that you are somewhat worried about this in your heart."

The Night Emperor smiled lightly, nodded slightly, and did not deny it: "Yes. I am very worried about it! I never care what people think about people who don't care, but I care about people who care."

Fang Che laughed and said: "To be honest with you, brother, I went there yesterday not wanting to make any friends, let alone become any brothers. I was just a guardian, going to meet someone who has the ability to control the underground world of East Lake. People, negotiate a condition and make a deal.”

"As long as he agrees, I will treat him."

"Whether this person is good or not is not a consideration at all."

"So, flattery, flattery, even hostility and contempt are not among my considerations. The only thing I consider is what will happen to the underground world in the future."

Fang Che said calmly: "From this point of view, brother, what kind of person you are and what kind of actions you do have nothing to do with me, and I won't take it to heart at all, let alone Any comments.”

The Night Emperor nodded slowly.

Fang Che said: "But I also know one thing, that is, your poison and your injuries, in these years, whether you defect to the Solipsism or the Guardian, there are countless opportunities to solve it. Even better In the past! These two organizations are absolutely sure to make you fully recover and go further!”

"Every day for more than two thousand years. You can tell anyone at any time and your poison and injuries have been resolved long ago. But you would rather endure it yourself for more than two thousand years than accept their kindness."

"How could such a person do the things you said just to survive?"

Fang Che frowned and said: "From this point of view, brother, you asking me this question just now is an insult to my IQ."

The Night Emperor looked relaxed and laughed: "Not bad! Not bad! I am narrow-minded, hahahaha..."

He said that he was narrow-minded, but his face smiled like a flower.

Because the knot in his heart was completely untied.

Fang Che also smiled and said, "How is the place where you live now? Do you need help?"

Yehuang smiled and said: "I have recovered, you don't have to worry about this. You have to believe me, I will live a better and more chic life than Dongfang Sansan and Yannan."

"I believe this!"

Fang Che laughed loudly: "They are really not as good as you at this point!"

Then he asked: "Where is the boss?"

A horrible look appeared on the Night Emperor's face: "This old guy has gone crazy. I can hit him ten times with one hand... He is still chattering and treating me like a child who is ignorant. It's really annoying!"