The Strongest Qi Refiner

"Old Bai, we haven't asked anything yet, so let Fang Yu leave like this?" Rao Donghai still asked his doubts.

"I've already asked all I can, so what else can I ask?" Bai Konggu picked up the white paper and put it in the sunlight to observe it carefully.

But there are only five big characters, no matter how you look at it, you can't see the characters from the seams.

"Then Bai Lao, do you think the half name on the Tongxian tablet is this Fang Yu?" Rao Donghai asked.

Bai Konggu put down the white paper in his hand, turned his head to look at Rao Donghai, and said with narrowed eyes: "The cultivation aura on his body... is only in the period of qi refining. But he can crush all the strong men of the Wang family by himself... Such a strange thing. , just confirmed, that half of the name is very likely to be him."

"Think about it carefully, which of these people on the Immortal Communication Monument is not a weirdo?"

"Maybe, the first step to becoming an immortal is to become a weirdo. Hehe..."

Bai Konggu smiled, shook his head again, and walked into the inner room with the white paper.

Only Rao Donghai was left in the courtyard with a blank expression on his face.

Apart from Fang Yu, he had never seen any other person on the Immortal Tong Immortal Monument, so he couldn't understand Baikonggu's words.

...

Tongxian monument? half name?

To be honest, Fang Yu didn't care about this so-called stone tablet at all, nor did he care about the half name, whether it was him or not.

Because he firmly believed in his heart that he could not become an immortal.

To be precise, the idea of ​​becoming an immortal has been completely abandoned since Fang Yu was in his twenties.

At that time, he had practiced for nearly ten years, and he had not yet broken through the Qi refining period.

From then on, he knew that he was not the material to become an immortal.

Because, a cultivator who truly possesses the qualification to become an immortal does not even need half a year to break through the Qi refining period.

In today's world, spiritual energy has become extremely thin.

Not to mention immortals, it is a normal cultivator in the spiritual transformation stage, and he has become one in a thousand.

This fact that Fang Yu has experienced personally cannot be changed by a so-called Immortal Immortal Monument.

Of course, Fang Yu believed that the Immortal Communication Stele had a certain standard.

If it is said that the names on the stele are the strongest people in the world, it is reasonable.

Now, Fang Yu is more concerned about the string of characters and the five words he translated inexplicably.

A big picture of Morse's wasteland.

"Is it a name?"

Fang Yu walked all the way home, thinking about going back, looking for a few ancient books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to see if he could find a string of characters similar to the string of characters on the Tongxian Stele.

In this way, Fang Yu walked all the way back to the front of his house.

At this moment, in front of the gate stood a group of people uniformly dressed in green robes, with the word 'Lin' printed on their left chest.

Seeing this group of people, Fang Yu frowned.

"Who are you looking for?"

Fang Yu stepped forward and asked.

A man with a dignified face in the group saw Fang Yu, his expression changed, and then opened his eyes wide and asked, "You...are you Fang Yu, Master Fang?"

"I'm Fang Yu." Fang Yu replied.

"Here... it really is your residence, Master Fang." The man smiled and said, "I'm from the Lin family, and my name is Lin Zhengxiong."

Lin?

"How did you find this place?" Fang Yu asked, frowning slightly.

"It's an address given to me by a friend I know. I'm here because I want to..." Lin Zhengxiong said almost flatteringly.

"No matter what you want to talk to me about, I'm not interested, go back." Fang Yu interrupted Lin Zhengxiong and walked towards the door.

People from these aristocratic families used their toes to figure out what they wanted to talk about.

Fang Yu was in a hurry to look up that weird font, and was not in the mood to talk to this group of people.

"Master Fang, please give me some time..." Lin Zhengxiong said quickly.

Seeing her father's humble and flattering appearance, Lin Zhilan frowned and her face was frosty.

"I said, I'm not interested..." Fang Yu said impatiently.

At this time, he felt a sudden burst of momentum behind him.

A sharp sword intent appeared from behind!

"Um?"

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw a beautiful girl walking out of the Lin family's crowd.

She was wearing a green robe, holding a long sword with a faint silver glow in her right hand, pointing directly at Fang Yu.

"What does this mean? Feeling angry?" Fang Yu raised his brows and said.

"I heard that your swordsmanship is very strong, I want to challenge you." Lin Zhilan said coldly.

"Challenge me?" Fang Yu was stunned again.

This girl, are you sure there is no brain problem?

The Lin family who came to the door must have heard of Fang Yu because of the incident with the Wang family a few days ago.

Now that she knows that, how dare this girl come out to challenge?

What play is this singing about?

"No no no... Master Fang, that's not what Zhi Lan meant, she just... just wanted to communicate with you about swordsmanship! Absolutely no offense." Lin Zhengxiong's expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly explained.

"Swordsmanship?" Fang Yu frowned deeper and deeper, "I'm not interested in communicating with such a girl, go back."

After speaking, Fang Yu glanced at Lin Zhilan, ignored the sword pointed at him, turned around again, and walked towards Shimen.

As Fang Yu approached, the Shimen seemed to sense something and slowly opened.

Lin Zhengxiong wanted to stop Fang Yu, but when he turned around, he found that Lin Zhilan looked like he was about to move.

Lin Zhengxiong only felt his heart contract violently, leaped forward, and pressed the long sword in Lin Zhilan's hand.

"Are you... are you crazy!?" Lin Zhengxiong asked in a low voice, his face turning blue with anger.

Lin Zhilan didn't speak, her eyes fixed on Fang Yu, who walked into the gate, until the stone gate slowly closed.

After the stone gate was completely closed, Lin Zhilan turned his attention.

At this time, Lin Zhengxiong's expression was extremely difficult to see.

It took all kinds of connections to find Fang Yu's residence, but the goal was not achieved, and it even had the opposite effect!

He never thought that Lin Zhilan would suddenly point his sword at Fang Yu!

"Didn't you ask me to exchange swordsmanship with him?" Lin Zhilan did not flinch in the face of scolding.

In her cognition, the so-called kendo communication is naturally based on swordsmanship, so why not sit down and drink tea?

"You... go back first... I'll talk to you after I go back!" Lin Zhengxiong said, trembling with anger.

"After I go back, I have to go to practice, I don't have time to talk to you." After Lin Zhilan finished speaking, she turned around and left.

Lin Zhengxiong watched Lin Zhilan leave, his eyes red with anger.

"What are you doing? Go back!" Lin Zhengxiong shouted angrily at the Lin family guards standing beside him.

...

Fang Yu returned home and immediately plunged into the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

He asked Xiaofeng Chi to find all the books about fonts, and then flipped through them one by one, trying to find the same or similar fonts as the string of characters on the Tongxian Stele.

Only by knowing the source of the font could he figure out why he knew the string of characters.

In the process of flipping through ancient books, time flies by quickly.

For three consecutive days, Fang Yu soaked in the bushes, but did not find any information.

Not to mention finding the same fonts, not even similar ones!

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Zheng Ze has come to find you." Ye Shengxue's voice entered Fang Yu's ears.

Fang Yu then pulled out of the characters in the sky, turned to look at Ye Shengxue, and said, "Bring him in."

After a while, Zheng Ze appeared in front of Fang Yu.

Seeing the heavy books piled up in front of Fang Yu, Zheng Ze's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Mr. Fang, the teacher asked me to remind you that the Hundred Sects Competition has already begun." Zheng Ze said.

"Hundred Sects Great Competition?"

Fang Yu's expression was shocked, and his eyes immediately became sharp.

These few days, he was buried in the sea of ​​books, and he almost forgot about it!

"Has it started?" Fang Yu asked in a deep voice.

"In the morning is the opening ceremony and the lottery... The game officially starts in the afternoon." Zheng Ze glanced at the time and said, "It's two o'clock in the afternoon, and the competition should have already started."