The Strongest Qi Refiner

After listening to Fang Yu's story, Huai Xu's eyes were full of shock.

He originally thought that a strong man like Fang Yu would have smooth sailing from the beginning of his growth to the present.

Even if you encounter any setbacks, it is only short-lived and can be easily resolved.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yu actually suffered the pain of destroying the sect!

This kind of pain has never been experienced before, and I can't feel it.

He could only see from the cold killing intent on Fang Yu's face how much this matter affected Fang Yu.

"So, what do you think I should do now?" Fang Yu looked at Huaixu and asked.

Huai Xu glanced at the document in Fang Yu's hand, shook his head, and said apologetically, "Brother Fang, forgive me... I can't give you any advice."

"It doesn't matter, you just treat it as if it happened to you, which way would you choose?" Fang Yu asked.

"I...should let them rebuild the Ziyan Palace, and then go to exterminate the sect... Let them experience the pain of being exterminated again." Huaixu said hesitantly.

At Huai Xu's age, he has no desire to kill.

But after he put himself into Fang Yu's identity, what he thought of... was not kindness.

What Ziyan Palace did was worthy of the ultimate revenge.

"Then do it like this." Fang Yu put the permit in front of Huaixu's table and said, "You send this permit to the Wen'an City Martial Arts Association and let them inform the remnants of the Ziyan Palace that they can establish a sect. door."

"Okay." Huaixu said, taking the license file.

"Once their sect is established, tell me immediately." Fang Yu said.

"Well, I will send someone to pay attention." Huaixu said.

Fang Yu nodded, lowered his head and poured himself a cup of tea.

Although it was difficult to endure the anger, Fang Yu was willing to do so in order to cause the most extreme pain to the remnants of the Purple Flame Palace.

The sins committed by the Ziyan Palace, just killing them, is too cheap for them.

Let them rebuild the Ziyan Palace, and then destroy the sect again in the same way.

This time, Fang Yu will give them the heaviest blow and the deepest fear.

...

After sitting for a while, Huai Xu said, "Brother Fang, I will officially return to the stage tomorrow."

"Not bad." Fang Yu nodded and said, "Now that the Martial Arts Association is smoky, you should come forward and take care of it."

"I don't care about the internal moths, the key is the half-spirit..." Huaixu said.

"By the way, I just remembered that last night, the half-spirits found my house directly." Fang Yu said.

"They are so bold?" Huai Xu's face changed slightly and asked.

"It's just a few puppets, they were smashed by my palm, but the person who controlled them left me a few words." Fang Yu said.

"What did you say?" Huai Xu asked.

"It's nothing, it's just boring and cruel words like wanting me to die." Fang Yu said, "I can't track his location through this kind of sound transmission, so there's no follow-up."

Huai Xu's face was dignified, thinking about something.

"They should send someone to come to me soon. When that time comes, I will try my best to collect more information." Fang Yu said.

"Brother Fang, if they really come to you, you must notify me." Huai Xu said solemnly, "I must understand what kind of people they are, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with."

"Yes." Fang Yu replied.

...

Fang Yu left the Hidden Forest Villa and wandered on the street.

He has to take a walk now, otherwise the hostility in his chest cannot dissipate.

Back in the central area of ​​Beidu, there is a historic street called Hengtong Ancient Street.

This street has a history of thousands of years and many pedestrians.

Pedestrians are attracted not by the history of the street, but by the stalls.

On both sides of this street, there are various stalls, and the items sold at the stalls come from various regions, and there are often rare special items.

Fang Yu walked forward in the crowd, looking at the stalls on both sides from time to time.

Most of the stalls are selling some trinkets, or some souvenirs, no snacks.

"Wrong place." Fang Yu shook his head slightly and stepped forward.

There are many tourists on this street, and people stop in front of almost every stall.

After Fang Yu walked forward for a long distance, he suddenly saw a stall that no one cared about.

In this booth, there is an irregularly shaped object, which seems to be an ordinary stone.

The person who set up the stall was a boy who looked underage.

Although it was winter, he was still wearing only a thin short sleeve, hugging his feet, and was bony.

"Child, what are you selling?" Before Fang Yu could go up, a bald middle-aged man with a child walked to the booth and asked.

"This is the red dust fruit in the suburbs of our northwest. It is very rare..." The boy immediately introduced when someone came to ask.

"You mean, this is fruit?" The bald man opened his eyes wide and looked at the stone-like objects below.

"Yes, this is the red dust fruit. It is only wild and cannot be planted... In our area, we produce one a year!"

Before the boy could finish speaking, the bald man left with the child in his arms.

The boy sighed in disappointment and lowered his head.

Fang Yu stepped forward, squatted down, picked up a red dust fruit, and pinched it a little.

You can really feel the softness inside.

But it is really hard to tell from the appearance that it is a fruit.

Fang Yu had never heard of the name Red Dust Fruit before.

"You said just now that only one fruit of this kind grows a year?" Fang Yu asked.

Hearing the sound, the boy immediately raised his head. Seeing Fang Yu playing with the Red Dust Fruit, he immediately nodded and said, "Well, there is only one a year."

"You only have one a year, why did it fall into your hands?" Fang Yu raised his brows and asked.

"There's really only one! I'm not lying." The boy said excitedly, "The reason why it's all in my hands is because the red dust fruit tree is only in our family..."

"You just said that it is a feature of the Northwest. Since it is a feature, why is it only in your family?" Fang Yu asked again.

The boy looked up at Fang Yu, his dark face showed hesitation, but he soon became firm.

"Before my grandfather died, he often told me a story repeatedly..."

"When my grandfather was young, he once met a monk with ragged clothes. The monk passed by the door of his house and asked him for water and food. At that time, his grandfather was very poor and his family was poor, but when he saw that the monk was so pitiful, he stopped He took out the remaining piece of cake and gave it to the monk."

"The monk ate this cake and thanked my grandfather for his apprenticeship, so he took a seed from his pocket and gave it to my grandfather."

"The monk said that if this seed grows up, grandpa's life will be turned upside down..."

Hearing this, Fang Yu asked, "Then, has your grandfather's life changed?"

The boy shook his head and said sadly: "My grandfather remembers the monk's words all his life, he has been watering these seeds, but after decades, it just didn't grow... Until my grandfather died a year ago, this seed The seeds are just starting to grow."

"It wasn't until last month that this tree grew a fruit. I picked the red dust fruit and wanted to sell it..."

"I thought there would be a lot of people here in Beidu who knew about the Red Dust Fruit..."

After listening to the boy's words, Fang Yu frowned slightly, looking at the stone-like fruit in his hand.

Assuming that what the boy said is true, then this so-called red dust fruit is really not simple.

The growth cycle alone is comparable to some medicinal materials.

But from the outside, nothing can be seen.

And the fruit did not exude a strange smell.

What the hell is this?

"Brother, do you want to buy it?" the boy asked expectantly, "I want to sell this fruit, so my parents don't have to work so hard to earn my tuition fees."

"How much?" Fang Yu asked.

"Two thousand," said the boy.

"You're too expensive. An apple is only two yuan. You're a thousand times more expensive." Fang Yu raised his brows and said.

"Then, then one thousand and five! Or one thousand!" The boy seemed to be afraid that Fang Yu would not buy it, and hurriedly said.

Fang Yu smiled and took out a thumb-sized gem glowing with purple light from the storage space of the Ethereal Ring.

"I don't have any cash, so I will use this gem instead. It must be worth more than 2,000 yuan. Take this gem home and give it to your parents. Your parents should be able to find a place to exchange it for cash." Fang Yu said.

"Okay!" The boy took the gem from Fang Yu's hand and his eyes lit up.

Fang Yu stood up holding the so-called red dust fruit.

"Take care of that gem, don't lose it." Fang Yu said to the boy.

"Okay, thank you brother." The boy stood up and bowed to Fang Yu, then swiftly rolled up the stall.

Fang Yu turned and left, observing the red dust fruit in his hand while walking.

"bass!"

After walking a few steps, the red dust fruit like a stone in his hand suddenly flashed a ray of light!

Immediately, the whole red dust fruit turned into a wisp of gas and sank into Fang Yu's palm!