Lord of the Night

Feng Dao's face twisted back and forth.

He knew that the main goal of this guy's deep and shallow sentences was to stab himself.

But there is no way.

Who let himself go astray? Offended someone?

Hearing that Fang Che didn't stop talking, he knew that he couldn't help but hug Fang Che's shoulders and laughed: "I was wrong... okay? I can't help it... okay brother... my brother, I You have no eyesight... I have become a joke. What else do you want from me?"

While holding his shoulders, he patted hard. He slapped Fang Che on the shoulder with a loud bang.

He was a ninth-level Saint King, and he slapped Fang Che's shoulder until it was numb.

With a smile on his face, a word to please, a word to apologize, a word to become a threat. In short, all kinds of methods are used together, and the ultimate goal is: you can't be angry with me.

Of course, Fang Che would not be really angry with him. He squinted and said angrily: "You have become a joke. Didn't you find it yourself? What does it have to do with me? Uh, by the way, my relationship... you... Do you think it’s pretty good?”

When the team captains and the people nearby heard this, they tried their best not to laugh out loud.

It’s rare to see my majestic, elegant, and unrestrained wolf head being attacked like this...

Feng Dao's face turned red and he slapped Fang Che on the shoulder harder: "Hard! So hard! It's so hard! I have to take it!"

"That's okay."

Fang Che said lightly: "I'm really afraid that if I don't have the right relationship... I won't be able to do anything for you..."

Feng Dao laughed and said awkwardly: "Go back and drink?! Brothers, who wants to drink? Guan... the vice-captain has good wine here."

Before the cheers started, Fang Che said: "You said you... don't be embarrassed. I even said the word guanxi and changed it to vice captain. From now on, I will just call you guanxi. You're welcome."

Suddenly the laughter shook the sky.

Feng Dao had a frown on his face, but he was in a happy mood, embarrassed and happy at the same time. His face was red and he kept laughing.

Lang Xin sighed: "Boss, your relationship... I estimate that we can leave an eternal legend in our Guardian Continent."

Feng Dao suddenly woke up and said angrily: "I'm warning you, after I go out, no one is allowed to talk nonsense about me. If anyone does, don't blame me for being rude! My Feng Dao's name cannot be used by you. Ruined!”

Langya smiled bitterly: "We won't talk nonsense, but whether the relationship will... we can't control it..."

Feng Dao came to his senses, immediately put his arm around Fang Che's shoulders, and said with a smile: "Brother, I will clear your name immediately when I get back, and then we will become sworn brothers immediately. So let the past matter be in the past."

"That won't work."

Fang Che said: "There are so many brothers here, and they want to sworn sworn brothers together. I'm so partial to one, and I'm afraid others will say that I'm playing tricks again."

Become sworn friends together?

Feng Dao's face was twisted.

Eighty percent of the people here are my own children of the Feng family, some direct and some collateral. The youngest calls me grandpa.

There are also several of my grandparents and uncles in there.

I don’t know how many nephews and grandnephews there are. You want me to become sworn brothers with them?

Isn't this a bastard?

If this goes out, the laborers will be skinned alive by the ancestors of the Feng family, and then grow back and be skinned again, for decades...

Feng Dao put his arm around Fang Che's shoulders and sighed, "Brother, tell me how to fix it."

Fang Che said nonchalantly: "The name Guanxiang is very good. I like it very much. I will call it Guanxiang for the rest of my life."

Feng Dao was dumbfounded: "Does this mean you won't be able to survive this life?"

"nonsense!"

Fang Che glared and said, "You can give me the name Guanxi, but let me ask you, can I still get this name in this life?"

It’s impossible.

Feng Dao knew this well.

He raised his hand and slapped himself several times.

I'll let you be so mean-mouthed again!

I haven’t been mean-spirited in hundreds of years, but I was mean-mouthed just once, and the result became dark history.

If he could go back in time and return to the time when they met in the hall, Feng Dao swore that he would surrender Fang Che, be affectionate and sworn brothers at first sight, and then thoughtfully give him the name of the King of Heaven!

As long as I can prevent myself from being so embarrassed now and leave an allusion to an eternal joke, I can do anything!

But now, it's too late.

From now on, the word "guanxi" will definitely become popular in mainland China.

"What kind of relationship do you have? What kind of relationship is stronger than Feng Dao's relationship?"

Needless to say, this absolutely came out of the mouth.

To do something, you need to find connections. Others' instinct is to say: Which relationship? Is the relationship with Feng Dao an ordinary relationship?

Feng Dao sighed: "One mistake will lead to eternal hatred."

Langya and the others laughed so hard that their whole bodies softened.

As soon as the relationship was taken action, thirty-one people were killed crazily, especially when the flying knife was revealed, Lang Ya and others immediately saw the life-saving talisman!

Invincible in both distance and close attacks!

He is actually an almighty being. Such a being is simply invincible in this secret realm.

Even if you are much stronger than him, you can still save your life. Moreover, once teammates are in danger, flying knives can appear anytime and anywhere!

This is simply a super nanny!

So everyone's excitement has not yet exploded. We need to go back to the cave, summarize it carefully, and explore the advantages of this relationship, which is far and near, before we can really explode.

Such an existence is even much stronger than the captain Feng Dao.

Because the wind knife can only guarantee that he can kill his opponent at best, but it cannot save people from a long distance and is beyond the reach of a whip.

But the relationship is different.

Everyone gathered around Fang Che and Feng Dao and returned to the cave. Now the cave is still as warm as spring.

The last piece of luck stone is still dissipating heat. Today is only the seventh day, and it will take three days to dissipate. Now, another piece has been added.

The three hundred or so people inside who were still practicing hard didn't know what was going on.

Because when the luck stone is inlaid, it will emit a large amount of spiritual power. This helps with practice.

"Children!"

Feng Dao roared with dignity.

Everyone woke up instantly.

It's been a long time since I've seen Feng Dao so high-spirited, which means he's in an extremely good mood.

That being the case, there must be something huge and good about it.

His eyes suddenly widened.

"Drink tonight, drink our vice-captain's good wine, and celebrate the vice-captain's success by the way!"

Feng Dao said excitedly: "The vice-captain achieved one hundred and twenty-four meritorious deeds today with his own efforts. With the addition of a fortune stone, he set a new record for personal battles in our secret realm. It's worth celebrating!"

"Everyone applaud!"

Everyone in the cave looked confused.

One person's effort, one hundred and twenty-four meritorious deeds?

Is this... a fairy?

One person stood up with a grin on his face, a look of disbelief on his face: "Just him? Guanxi? Guanxi killed thirty-one people today? Is this impossible? Is there a collective plague on the other side?"

"Shut up!"

Feng Dao and several squad captains shouted loudly: "You have to call me deputy captain!"

The three hundred or so people were like ducks struck dumb by lightning, with their eyes wide open and their mouths open, looking confused.

"Welcome to the vice-captain and say a few words. Everyone, chirp!" Feng Dao applauded.

The three hundred or so people below all looked at a loss.

He clapped his hands instinctively and looked confused. When did our wolf heads become so funny? Haven't you always been elegant and steady? Now...what's going on? Even the croaking croaking came out?

Fang Che came on stage.

He smiled faintly and said calmly: "It's just a matter of killing the enemy, a lucky achievement, or you usually teach them too many lessons, so they are instinctively afraid and let me take advantage... It may not be the case in the future. It’s easy, we can’t underestimate the enemy, and we must be prepared to be prepared in the future..."

"But this time we won the rookie battle and got a luck stone, which is considered good luck for us. Due to the contempt of the other party, the three people they sent were not very strong..."

The three hundred people below suddenly realized: Oh...it turns out that they won the newcomer battle.

The cheeks of Fengdao Langya and others next to them were twitching constantly.

Eyes twitching.

Only those who have seen battles on the battlefield with their own eyes can truly understand this feeling: Is this... is this really human talk?

"Of course, I'm happy that I won today, so I contributed a few jars of wine and everyone was happy."

Fang Che said: "Of course, I don't know the situation here, so I don't bring much wine. It's up to everyone."

As he spoke, he touched the space ring with his finger.

Bang bang bang, twenty big jars were thrown out.

One hundred pounds per jar.

This is the spiritual wine that Yan Beihan gave him at the beginning. It is the top spiritual wine of Weiwo Zhengtong. Now Fang Che doesn't have much left.

There are now less than ten altars in the space ring.

When entering the secret realm, because the space ring had enough space, it was not thrown out.

"Drinking this bar can increase your cultivation a little bit, so..."

Fang Che hasn't finished speaking yet. Feng Dao has already stepped forward: "Spiritual wine?"

"yes."

"How smart is it?"

"The first time you drink it... it should increase your cultivation by a few years. I mean the external cultivation in general." Fang Che explained.

"How many years of cultivation do you have at this level?" Feng Dao's eyes widened.

"right."

"Grass!"

Feng Dao immediately rushed forward: "What a waste. There are about 700 people in total. Let's drink four jars first and keep the others. Each person drinks half a catty first!"

"How can such a good thing be wasted like this?"

For people in the secret realm, once they enter it, they are completely isolated from the world.

Even the richest young master from an aristocratic family can't bring in anything for a few days: there are only five to six hundred people in the smallest secret realm inside.

How many days can your personal supplies last?

Once the door is closed, the minimum is one month. Even if the door is opened, he is going out to get supplies and will be back immediately.

And this place is tens of thousands of miles away from the interior of the mainland...

The shortage of supplies has reached an extreme level.

The supplies sent from the headquarters are certainly good things, but... they are usually mainly for healing and practicing martial arts. Under normal circumstances, they can be basically consumed in less than the first ten days of a month!

If you don't want to waste it, the enemy will force you to waste it.

Wine...even the most common bad wine is a rare commodity here. What's more, it's spiritual wine?

When he heard that this wine actually had such an effect, Feng Dao felt heartbroken and his liver was trembling.

Wait for the first jar of wine to be opened.

When the rich spiritual energy rushed out like an explosion, Feng Dao regretted it even more and yelled like a miser, wanting to take back two more jars.

But when he stopped, the four jars of wine were already knocked away.

This group of guys hadn't been treated like this for a long time. They all turned a deaf ear and pretended not to hear, opened the wine, and then, with embarrassed smiles on their faces, they unceremoniously held out their own big bowls.

Some people desperately use their spiritual energy to brush over their big bowls.

"Hehe, hehe..."

Everyone was laughing sheepishly.

But the desire in his eyes was undisguised.

The aroma is rich.

Many people, whether they were old drunkards or not, were gulping.

Feng Dao's face was ashen: "You... you are really wasting... this wine can save lives at critical times!"

Fang Che said: "It's okay, let everyone have a good drink. It's rare to be rich."

Feng Dao said angrily: "I won't do this again!"

"In the middle!"

Everyone was suddenly filled with joy and joy.

Lang Ya screamed strangely: "Pour the wine!!"

Just move the jar.

Feng Dao roared angrily to maintain order: "Be steady, half a bowl per person, don't spill it... Don't squeeze me, I'll fuck your grandma, don't squeeze!... Are you hungry wolves? The face of the Feng family's children has been ruined. You've lost everything!"

"One team comes first! Half a bowl for each person! Half a bowl! Half a bowl is too much for me!"

"Also, pay homage to the heroic soul!"

The aroma of wine bursts out.

The spiritual energy also suddenly exploded.

Everyone felt comfortable all over before drinking, and many of the injured scars felt itchy and comfortable.

The first team was the first, each holding half a bowl of wine and drooling.

His hands were as steady as an eagle's claws, not daring to let go of a drop.

But the saliva in his mouth became a long river, and some of the saliva dropped into a puddle on the ground before he could swallow it.

"Why don't you drink? Isn't this already available?"

Fang Che asked.

"Hehe... when everyone has it, let's drink together."

The wolf face smiled and looked at the field.

Fang Che was in awe: "Yes, I can still remember to take care of my comrades."

"That's just one aspect."

The wolf face chuckled: "The main reason is that I drank it all in one gulp, and the others were... greedy... and too embarrassed to grab it, so why not drink together? If everyone is gone, there will be no more worries..."

Fang Che: "...Grass!"

Labor and management were moved.

Finally, everyone has it.

There were also three bowls placed in front of the stone wall.

Fang Che and Feng Dao, on the other hand, had a big bowl filled to the brim.

"Today is a big day!"

Feng Dao said: "Let the vice-captain say a few words and then we'll start."

Everyone looked at Fang Che. Please stop talking in such long words, I really can’t stand it...

Fang Che raised his glass simply: "My words are all in the wine! Cheers!"

With a bang, the atmosphere exploded!

"The vice-captain's speech won my heart!" Everyone laughed.

They all raised their wine bowls and drank them all in one gulp!

I only felt a ball of fire, entering directly from my mouth, and began to nourish the internal organs. The meridians all over my body, and an explosion of spiritual energy suddenly rushed up from the Dantian.

Everyone shut their mouths fiercely.

The seven orifices were sealed.

For fear of leakage.

They all sat down cross-legged and began to digest. They introduced this huge and pure spiritual energy into their meridians, circled it for a week, returned to their dantian, and turned it into their own strength.

Everyone's face was red, and their heads were steaming.

After a long time, Feng Dao let out a long breath, pulled Fang Che aside and entered Fang Che's room: "Vice Captain..."

"Let's call it relationship."

Feng Dao's eyes almost fell out, and he rolled his eyes with a choke.

Finally, he calmed down and said, "Okay, this wine... is not simple."

"What's wrong?"

"It can strengthen your foundation, deepen your heritage, enhance your cultivation, and broaden your martial arts!"

Feng Dao's face was solemn: "You know, I am a direct descendant of the Feng family, the most direct descendant. I can enjoy all the good things in the family, although my share is not large..."

"But our Feng family doesn't have wine like yours. Your wine can be used by everyone, including the Holy Emperor, but it can be drunk by people below the monarch level, and even by generals and kings."

"Do you know what this means?"

Feng Dao said solemnly: "This is the opportunity you sent me!"

Fang Che was in a daze.

Because he didn't know this himself, and it wasn't until Feng Dao talked about it today that he knew what Yan Beihan had given him.

Yan Beihan gave fifty jars of this spiritual wine at once!

Five thousand pounds!

And I gave it back several times later.

This girl is really not stingy... Fang Che thought to himself.

In fact, this kind of wine was specially made by Yan Nan, the deputy head of the Orthodox Church, in order to lay the foundation for his granddaughter.

A collection of the most cherished materials in the world.

Because Yan Nan is afraid that his granddaughter will get tired of eating the elixirs, and the medicinal soup still has a smell. If it is all sweet, it will not be good for children, and it is easy to develop a little fat...

Finally decided to make wine.

Anyway, drinking a little wine is not a big deal among the children of Jianghu.

A warehouse of tens of thousands of jars was successfully brewed at one time, and then the warehouse was given to Yan Beihan. And inside the warehouse, there are also various kinds of wines that Yannan has had over the years...

The reason why Yan Beihan is so generous is because this warehouse... basically belongs to her.

It'll be fine even if it's empty.

The reason why Yan Beihan gave it to Night Demon was because Night Demon's foundation was too shallow and his background was too thin... Of course, this was in her opinion.

But she naturally didn't expect that Fang Che's wealth had gradually grown to a certain level that he wouldn't need the wine, and Fang Che himself didn't like drinking very much.

They didn’t treat it as a good thing at all, they shared it with others or gave it away...

"Opportunity is just chance."

Fang Che said indifferently: "Are we so many good men, not worth a few jars of wine?"

After hearing this, Feng Dao's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand and began to pat Fang Che's shoulder again: "Brother, I recognize you as my brother in this life!"

"What you said is really encouraging!"

"But if you say that our Feng family's children are good, try to say less about good men. It will offend people."

Fang Che was stunned: "Why?"

Feng Dao looked at him like an idiot: "Brother, you didn't mean it, didn't you notice that there are many girls here in these days?"

Fang Che was really shocked: "Girls? There are girls here?"

Feng Dao: "... You really didn't see it?"

"I never thought about it in this way!"

Fang Che stared in complete confusion: "There are actually women in this place!"

Feng Dao was speechless.

Fang Che was also speechless.

"Not only are there women, but most of them don't have a husband."

Feng Dao said speechlessly.

"You Feng family are really awesome... What are girls doing in a place like this?"

Fang Che was shocked: "Is this a place for girls?"

"What are you talking about? As a child of the Feng family, you enjoy family treatment, eat and drink what others can't eat and drink since childhood, so women have the privilege of not having to fight? What kind of thinking is this? Your idea of ​​favoring boys over girls is really bad!"

Feng Dao taught Fang Che a lesson: "Women of the Feng family can still go to the battlefield, kill enemies, and be remembered forever!"

"Got it."

Fang Che humbly asked: "Can you point out to me which one is a woman? Why don't all the women in your Feng family look obvious..."

Feng Dao was so angry that he swore: "Fuck! Observe for yourself! What's not obvious? Do you have these eyes for peeing?"

Fang Che: "..."

Outside, there was a breath of breakthrough.

Someone actually broke through with this half bowl of wine.

Feng Dao was immediately excited: "Let me see who it is."

Then the aura of breakthrough came one after another. After an hour, more than a dozen people were pushed through by the sudden spiritual energy.

Each of these people has been fighting here for many years, and their own cultivation has been polished to the extreme. Many people are only missing an opportunity to break through.

But as a warrior, you know that if this opportunity does not come, some people may even be stuck for ten years!

The joy after the big victory, the relaxation of the mood, the joy of continuously obtaining the luck stone, plus the warm and comfortable environment, suddenly drank another bowl of super spiritual wine, and the spiritual energy suddenly exploded in the body...

And the meridians in the body that have been thirsty for a long time were suddenly filled...

Although he knew so many reasons, Feng Dao was still excited by the breakthrough of more than a dozen people at once.

To break through to this level, each level is a huge improvement in combat power.

Even if it is just one person's improvement, it means that this secret realm is safer. What's more, more than a dozen people at once?

"Guanxi, you are the noble of our Feng family!"

Seeing so many breakthroughs, Feng Dao held Fang Che's hand with tears in his eyes: "Great!"

Fang Che shook his hand and said with a fake smile: "I am the relative of your Feng family, this is all right!"

"Ahahaha..." Feng Dao patted Fang Che's shoulder vigorously: "With today, you can abuse me however you want! Hahaha, what is the relationship between us!"

"..."

There was thunderous cheers outside, and everyone was happy from the bottom of their hearts.

Because those who did not break through also felt that their cultivation had improved. Including Feng Dao, they all had the same feeling.

The only person who didn't feel it was Fang Che. He had drunk too much. Now drinking this spiritual wine can only slightly increase his foundation. He didn't feel anything.

But the deputy captain suddenly had a status.

Everyone has received his kindness and benefits, how can they not respect him.

And outside, people are talking about the glorious deeds of the deputy captain Guanxi who slaughtered more than 30 saint-level masters of the Only I Orthodox Church in one battle.

The speaker was beaming with joy, and the listener was shocked.

Looking at Fang Che's eyes, they slowly changed from friendly to awe.

Especially in a place like this, force is the most important thing!

Suddenly the atmosphere became more joyful.

Some were lifted up and thrown into the air, some hugged each other and jumped, and some simply howled to the sky...

Fang Che watched coldly and checked carefully.

It seems... there are really women here? Some... are obviously thinner, with thin waists and slightly bulging chests...

It's really not obvious.

It's really not Fang Che's fault that his eyesight is not good. First, he didn't think there would be women here, and second, in such a cold place, everyone is basically wearing thick clothes. Although they are all advanced warriors, but... staying here for a few days may be elegant, but staying here all year round...

still wear as much as you can. So everyone is very bloated.

Each of them is wearing a thick hat, and some even wrap half of their faces with scarves.

How can you tell this?

But after being reminded, Fang Che realized that those who covered their faces with scarves were basically suspicious.

Especially those with red, purple, or white scarves, which were almost certain.

As for those with pink scarves, that was a foregone conclusion!

The crazy celebration came to an end.

Fang Che was on the side, and someone wearing a pink scarf came over. His eyes were excited and he wanted to hug Fang Che to express his gratitude.

"Girl, I don't want to hug you anymore. Men and women don't kiss each other." Fang Che hurriedly dodged.

"girl?"

The pink scarf in front of him blinked, and he made a rich magnetic baritone voice.

Fang Che: "???"

The pink scarf pulled down her scarf, revealing a rough face and a thick beard like a black brush.

With a look of surprise on his face, he said: "Kang, are you too eager for women? You actually recognized me as a girl? Logically speaking, you shouldn't. You've only been here a few days?"

There was a burst of laughter all around.

Fang Che had a dark look on his face.

Gritting his teeth, he turned around to look for the wind knife, but it was long gone.

He bet.

This was definitely arranged by the bastard Feng Dao, otherwise, it would make no sense for something like this to happen to him just after he told himself that he had a girl!

But I actually fell into this trap!

In the darkness, Feng Dao squatted in the crowd to cover his body, and said with a big beard: "Well done!"

The bearded man showed a proud smile, and Fang Che said: "If the vice-captain can't bear it anymore, brothers will grab one from the opposite side next time, or cut two pieces of meat and make a hole for the vice-captain..."

Suddenly, several voices started to curse together: "Feng Ziqiao! You bastard! What bastard words are you talking about!"

These shrill voices must really be from a woman.

The bearded Fengzi Qiao knelt down and apologized repeatedly: "Third aunt, forgive me, second aunt, forgive me, fifth aunt, forgive me. My nephew said it too fast, but I didn't mean it..."

The expression on Fang Che's face at this moment is really unbearable to watch...

Finally, everyone started to run out. After all, they had just improved their cultivation level and needed to fight against each other and integrate it with their original combat power, polishing it through countless trials and tribulations.

It's different here than outside. A sudden improvement in cultivation level can sometimes lead to a flaw. If you can't keep up with your movements or your speed suddenly exceeds the limit, if the enemy catches the flaw, you'll be killed in one blow.

There won’t be any time to get used to it, so you have to hurry up.

Suddenly there was a banging sound outside.

Fang Che went out to watch and saw these guys competing with each other. They had no bottom line and were specifically targeting the fatal spot.

Feng Dao looked aside with his arms folded.

Those who were not up to the mark were given a hard kick in the past, regardless of gender, age, or seniority.

Some Fengdao had to be called grandpa, aunt, or grandma at home, but he kicked them one after another mercilessly.

Fang Che sighed.

If Feng Xiangdong were to come here and see Grandpa Feng Dao, who he calls "elegant, easy-going, steady, and unrestrained," act like a living bandit, what would he think?

But thinking of Feng Xiangdong, Fang Che suddenly felt that Feng Dao's request to become brothers seemed to need to be considered for a while.

And, sooner rather than later.

What if this guy suddenly breaks through to the Holy Emperor and is expelled?

Fang Che frowned and thought.

Feng Dao saw him standing on the edge, suddenly rolled his eyes, and stepped forward: "Vice Captain..."

"Call it a relationship."

"...a good relationship."

The wind knife is also broken, it's up to you.

How can I imagine the thickness of my skin after all these years for a young boy like you?

Running on me? Embarrass me?

Embarrassing is embarrassing!

I don't care, as long as I can bring the children of the Feng family to survive. If you can guarantee that no one will die, you can ask me to kneel and kowtow to you every day!

"Relationship, do you want to teach these guys a lesson?"

Feng Dao encouraged: "Let them see the unparalleled tactics of the vice-captain!"

Fang Che snorted, rolled his eyes and said: "I only have the fourth-level peak of the Venerable. Although I have a deep foundation and sufficient accumulation, it is not difficult to leapfrog the level to fight the saint. But for these high-level saints, I If my cultivation is not good enough, I can only win if I fight to the death."

"Forget it then."

Feng Dao shook his head repeatedly.

Dismissed the idea immediately.

He could tell that what Fang Che said was entirely true.

In fact, this is the case. Although Fang Che can fight beyond levels, he can also kill high-level saints.

But Fang Che's cultivation is just as he said. With his current strength at the peak of the fourth level of the Venerable Level, he can easily compete with the average genius of the third level of the Saint Level without falling behind.

But if it exceeds four or five levels of saints, or even higher. Fang Che's cultivation is not enough.

He can only use super clever moves such as the Hatred Heaven Sword, the Blood Spirit Sword, and the Sky-holding Knife, combined with the perfect style, and then the fusion momentum, coupled with the murderous aura of the two super demons, and the two Night Demons. Great magical skill, kill him with one move.

This is his trump card.

This is also the reason why Fang Che takes so long to kill the enemy. The victory is usually determined by a few moves, and he always uses weapons, and basically never uses fists or kicks.

Because it’s basically impossible to beat him with fists and kicks…

A few decisive moves can kill a ninth-level saint. But if there was a fight, Fang Che would consider running away.

Of course, using the blood smoke hand and having blood for him to use is another situation.

For a genius like Xue Yihong, if he reached the saint level, with Fang Che's current cultivation level, not only would he not be able to win, but he might even lose. It doesn't even need to be too high. If you are a saint with one or two levels, you can win steadily.

After all, Xue Yihong is also a ruthless character who can reach the fifth and sixth levels of the Fighting Saint at the peak of the third level of the Venerable level.

But there are very few geniuses like Xue Yihong in the world.

Thirty of them may not be found in the entire continent! This still includes the numbers on both sides of Solipsism and Guardians!

Feng Dao is also an understanding person. Having seen Fang Che take action, he immediately understood what Fang Che said.

This is a killer. Practicing martial arts is not for fitness. His purpose is to kill people!

Thinking of this, Feng Dao asked curiously: "Can I ask? How many people have you killed?"

Fang Che calculated in his mind and said honestly: "More than 100 million?"

"Hehehe..."

Feng Dao stopped talking.

He rolled his eyes and went back to supervise the work.

You think I'm an idiot!

Not to mention killing more than 100 million people, have you ever seen more than 100 million people?

Fang Che watched it for a while, then went back to sleep, polishing his martial arts skills and deducing it over and over in his mind.

Since breaking through the Venerable level, he can clearly feel that his cultivation has not slowed down, but the amount of spiritual energy required for the Venerable realm is too great.

The first level requires much more spiritual energy than the first level. This is very obvious!

Especially now that I have been at the fourth level of the Venerable level for a long time and still haven't broken through to the fifth level.

The fourth level of the Venerable level has basically entered the threshold of the middle level of the Venerable level. Compared with the first, second and third levels, the spiritual energy required is more than double.

This made Fang Che completely calm down and calm down.

Anyway, it’s only been half a month without a breakthrough, so there’s no rush.

If others knew about it, they would be jealous beyond recognition: most people would be stuck here for at least several years when encountering this kind of situation, and it is very possible for them to be stuck here for decades or even hundreds of years.

You haven’t made a breakthrough in half a month, but it’s too slow...

Fang Che lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and his whole mind entered a void.

in mind.

The underworld marksmanship is constantly being practiced. From time to time, a perfect spear style will fly out from the corner, merge into a new spear style, then repel each other, separate again, and then another style will enter again and start to merge from all angles...

After a long time.

Mingshi floated out from the gun body, panting with his mouth open, exhausted.

In the consciousness martial arts field, he has been replaced by Hades.

Then the Emperor of the Underworld, the Underworld, and the Underworld Spirit all took turns, and Fang Che began to practice various techniques, using the Infinite Sutra to activate them once, then activate their respective techniques once, and then use the Infinite Sutra to baptize them again...

In the dantian, the spiritual energy turned into rain, dripping down continuously.

Every time he falls, he can feel his soul trembling faintly. It is the faint sound of the great avenue that is constantly roaring.

Feng Dao passed by Fang Che's room and could feel the aura of understanding martial arts.

So he quietly lowered the curtain at Fang Che's door.

The rooms here have no doors, only a thick curtain that completely covers them all the way to the ground. When you lower the curtains, it's pitch black - there aren't even any windows inside.

Feng Dao walked out, and everyone continued to hone their martial arts skills.

"The other side should be very honest these two days."

Everyone is guessing.

"Boss, how many people did Guan Guan kill?"

"He said 100 million."

"Pfft hahahahaha..."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Feng Dao did not smile, but looked thoughtful.

Everyone's laughter gradually subsided: "Tou, what's wrong?"

"When he said he had killed more than 100 million people, his expression was very calm. It was as if he had drank a bowl of cold water."

Feng Dao said: "I was laughing at that time, but since he finished speaking, I have been thinking about his expression. Because when I laughed, he glanced at me."

"How to say?"

"That look is like a person from a big city looking at an old man who has never seen the world. Or it's like the look in the eyes of a smart person who gives the correct answer but is questioned and looks at a fool."