Super Soldier King

It has to be said that Ye Qian's eye-opening method was the way the family of assassins cultivated heirs.

A crooked heir, after three years of simple stocking, directly turned into another person, and it didn't matter at all if he couldn't let go of his hand.

In Ye Qian's view, that brother Fang Jilang is Fang Jibo's whetstone. After only three years of cultivation, he is no match for Fang Jibo who has been trained by the head of the Fang family for twelve years since he was a child. For three full years.

It's a pity that Fang Jilang, a young man in white at this time, doesn't have Ye Qian's rich experience. He was cultivated by his family with great difficulty, and he only wants to kill his eldest brother to truly confirm his identity as the heir of the family.

When he heard Fang Jibo's words, Fang Jilang's face changed, and he returned to indifference in an instant. His eyes were cold and he looked at his elder brother who was rumored to have betrayed his family: his young and immature face was full of determination, with a bit of vicissitudes, The corners of her mouth are slightly raised, and she is dressed in a thin blue dress that can only hide her shame, and a bamboo flute is pinned to her waist.

The young Fang Jibo chuckled and said, "Can't you believe it?"

The young man in white shook his head and sneered, "The Fang family can only have one heir, and they should have informed you. Since you were unwilling to do anything at the beginning, please kill me now, so that my brother can be fulfilled!"

Several cold stars rushed towards the young Fang Jibo like lightning, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

The young Fang Jibo shook his head and sighed slightly, turned his body to the right, just to avoid the cold star, made a magic seal with his hand, and shouted: "Frost Arrow!"

A crystal clear ice arrow quickly shot at the young man with a sword.

The tip of the brother Fang Jilang's sword trembled slightly, just in time to deflect the ice arrow, and the sword in his hand stabbed at the young Fang Jibo like a shadow.

The young Fang Jibo shifted his feet and turned around slightly to dodge the long sword, but he had no time to cast spells.

The younger brother Fang Jilang saw that the long-term attack was fruitless, and the opponent was calm and calm, so he used his sword as a knife and slashed at the young Fang Jibo.

The young Fang Jibo was not surprised, he still moved his body in small steps to avoid the long sword, but his brother Fang Jilang suddenly turned around and took the sword with him, so that the long sword that was supposed to go straight down changed its direction halfway - perfectly cut open An arc cut straight to the belly of the young Fang Jibo.

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the young Fang Jibo, and a vague smile appeared on his face. He leaped backwards, narrowly dodging the sword point that had torn through his thin clothes.

As if knowing that the young Fang Jibo would dodge like this, his brother Fang Jilang suddenly shot out the long sword in his hand, interrupting the young Fang Jibo who was about to seal the seal, and shouted coldly, "Frost Arrow!" with the same seal in his hand.

Three ice arrows shot at the young Fang Jibo in the shape of a character under the cold light.

The young Fang Jibo dodged the long sword in his hand, and when he saw the ice arrow coming, he hurriedly sealed his hands and shouted: "Ice Shield".

A transparent ice mirror appeared in front of the printing, and it rotated and expanded rapidly, finally forming an ice shield half a meter square, which just blocked the ice arrows, but in the ear, I vaguely heard the cold whisper of my brother Fang Jilang: "Go to death."

As if inspired, the snowflakes dancing all over the sky gathered in front of the ever-changing handprints of his brother Fang Jilang, forming a bucket of thick ice dragon, roaring and rushing towards the young Fang Jibo.

The young Fang Jibo's complexion changed, and he quickly formed a seal with his hands, and shouted anxiously: "Secret technique—fire cocoon!"

Stars and blood-red flames emerged from the front of the seal, quickly spreading throughout the body, surrounding the young Fang Jibo like a cocoon, and growing outward.

"Bang... Chi..."

When the ice dragon and fire cocoons collide, ice and snow shoot out and melt each other, which is thrillingly beautiful.

The younger brother Fang Jilang felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. He clenched his bloody teeth and tried hard to control the ice dragon.

In a moment, the color of the fire cocoon faded and gradually disappeared, and only the long snake body remained of the ice dragon, which bumped into the young Fang Jibo without pain.

Looking at the half-kneeling boy on the ground, the boy Fang Jibo wiped off the sweat on his forehead and said, "It's my turn."

Fang Jibo, a young man with seals on his hands, shouted in a deep voice, "Secret technique—Snow Lotus!"

An ice arrow is now in front of the printing, and the surrounding snowflakes are flying wildly like a budding snow lotus. The young Fang Jibo looked at it with pity, his lips parted slightly, "Go."

The snow lotus shot out like an arrow, gradually bloomed, and finally withered. The lotus petals circled the lotus branches, interlaced with each other, and danced lightly.

"Go back and tell your father that I won the three-year agreement, and Fang Jibo will no longer be the heir of the Fang family!" In the cold wind, the young Fang Jibo said in a long and forceful voice

The younger brother Fang Jilang watched the snow lotus disappear, with the same indifference on his face, his charming pupils like a starry night shrank suddenly, a flash of anger flashed by, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up reluctantly, opened the corner of his mouth slightly, and wanted to say something.

Said that he practiced hard for three years and was unwilling to be defeated by Fang Jibo?

Said that the inheritance of the Fang family, which he regarded as his life, was abandoned by this rebellious brother like a waste?

Or to put it another way, thank you for the grace of life twice, but he doesn't feel a little grateful, he just feels insulted?

The younger brother Fang Jilang didn't say anything in the end, he looked at the young Fang Jibo angrily, and left without looking back.

Ye Qian, who lived in the body of the young Fang Jibo, watched everything with great interest. Except for the boring fight, it was a bit unexpected that the brothers did not fight each other in the end. Fang Jibo had a good personality in his youth!

Ye Qian didn't know how Fang Jibo, who became the crooked elder of Feixian Sect hundreds of years later and regarded the powerful soul as a plaything, cultivated it.

At this moment, what Ye Qian is really thinking about is, if he continues to experience in this world, will he have a chance to come into contact with Fang Jibo and join the Feixian sect, and comprehend the true technique of the Void Soul Dao with him.

More importantly, why Fang Jibo's secret technique is not like other soul-type secret technique, which allows the practitioner to immerse himself in a world directly and cannot extricate himself.

The present world is obviously derived from everything that Fang Jibo has experienced, and it looks very real, but for Ye Qian, it is impossible to indulge in it, forget his previous life, and wear away his own soul.

In the final analysis, Ye Qian is having a headache now, he doesn't know how to crack the spell at this time, the powerful spirit and soul are still useful in the face of Lihen Sanren, but now, it has no effect at all, and he can't feel the world at all. Any abnormality, it is impossible to decipher its illusory part.

When Ye Qian was thinking about the solution, the young Fang Jibo stared at the back of his brother Fang Jilang and smiled indifferently. Suddenly, the sound of a long sword shooting through the air suddenly sounded in his ears. He caught it instinctively, turned around and looked, his expression changed. He saluted and said in a respectful voice: "Disciple pays homage to Master."

"Get up." The voice came slowly, and it sounded quite amiable.

"Yes." The young Fang Jibo got up and stood respectfully on the spot.

Master? Is this voice the one who introduced the young Fang Jibo to become a disciple of Feixian Cult? Ye Qian's heart moved slightly. If it wasn't for this, how could a descendant of a family of killers in a small town enter a top power like the Feixian Sect? Even if he sold the entire Fang family, he wouldn't even be able to raise enough money to buy the quota.

You know, according to the information Ye Qian obtained from the brain of the young Fang Jibo, the whole Fang family doesn't even have a cultivator who can see the Taoist realm.

"Kill it."

A white shadow crossed the sky and landed in front of the young Fang Jibo. It was the white dog he was hugging just now.

"Yes." Before the words finished, the sword had already pierced the white dog's shriveled belly.

The white dog twitched for a while, his voice sobbing, and his round eyes looking at the young Fang Jibo were full of pain and confusion, and it took a long time to lose their luster.

"This dog has been with you for three years, and you can do it without any hesitation, but why did you show mercy twice to your brother who you don't know?" The voice was a little surprised, but still so kind.

"I'm not showing mercy to my younger brother, but I don't want to leave his life to inherit the Fang family. How can I break away from such a small family like the Fang family? You can't be savage, and kill the whole family to break the world. Strength!" The boy Fang Jibo replied.

"That's right. Come to me tomorrow. I will invite the Fang family to greet you as a teacher. I will formally accept you as an apprentice. After this matter is over, I will take you back to the mountain gate to see the world of real cultivators!" The amiable voice was somewhat satisfied. Said.

"Yes." The young Fang Jibo saluted again, with a touch of excitement in his words.

After a long time, seeing no movement ahead, the young Fang Jibo just stood up, looked at the empty space ahead, and smiled coldly.

The young Fang Jibo threw down the long sword in his hand, carried the white dog onto the small bridge, sat down on the old ground, stared blankly at the white dog, half of its thick hair was red, and the blood was still flowing, staining the young Fang Jibo's frail and dilapidated skin. clothes.

Lovingly caressing the white dog's still warm ears, the young Fang Jibo smiled inexplicably, with a little joy, a little pain, a little helplessness in his smiling eyes, and more envy and yearning. He hugged the white dog into the arms, hugging the knees, staring blankly at the never-ending white snow, as if everything is still the same, but the warmth in the belly has become icy cold.

The sky was still dim, and the snow was still falling, hitting the young Fang Jibo's face, and the melted water rolled down, leaving only light water marks, which were gradually replaced by new water marks.

Ye Qian silently followed the changes of the young Fang Jibo, but when explaining that he killed the white dog without mercy, Fang Jibo obviously lied, perhaps because of the integration, Ye Qian could really feel that Fang Jibo didn't want to kill the white dog. , but had to kill.

In Fang Jibo's impression, this master from the outside world has never appeared in front of his eyes. Every time he communicated with him through sound transmission, most of the things he did were killing, so Fang Jibo continued to do his old job.

The young Fang Jibo clearly remembered that when he was kicked out of the house, his master asked him via voice transmission if he would go on the road of seeking Taoism and becoming an immortal. He agreed on the spot in order to have someone to rely on, but unexpectedly, in order to test his sincerity in apprenticeship, the master Throw him directly into the wolf's den, the little white dog was the one he killed out of the wolf's den at that time, and brought out the spoils with him.

The little white dog is not a dog, but a white wolf. The task Fang Jibo received from his master at that time was to snatch this little white dog from the pack of wolves and raise it up to now. He never knew that his master asked him to raise this little white dog. There were many speculations about the purpose of the little white wolf, but he didn't expect that the master asked him to raise the white wolf and depend on each other for three years, just for him to kill it today.

The ending of the little white wolf may have been predestined by Master three years ago. The moment Fang Jibo killed the little white wolf without hesitation, he became strong, self-confident and no longer controlled by others, and became Fang Jibo's stepping into the road. firm belief in...