The Strongest Qi Refiner

Ten minutes later, Fang Yu walked out of the dimly lit cave.

The small wind chime, who was sitting on a small rock shaking its little feet, immediately jumped down and stepped forward.

"Master, can I continue..."

Xiao Fengling looked at Fang Yu eagerly and asked.

"No, you ask Shengxue to inform Zheng Ze and send this person back to the headquarters of the Orderer." Fang Yu said.

"Ah? Did you just send him away like that?" Xiao Fengling asked with wide eyes.

"What should be asked has already been asked, why do you keep him?" Fang Yu raised his brows and said.

"But... I haven't had enough." Xiao Feng Chi lowered his head and said aggrievedly.

"Do as I say, there will be opportunities in the future." Fang Yu rubbed Xiao Feng Chi's head and turned to leave.

...

Fang Yu walked slowly along the path to the small jungle ahead.

Shangqing told him two names, which surprised him.

Ma Sanhong, Fan Jinsheng.

Fang Yu had never heard of these two names before.

Fang Yu's surprise came after Shang Qing revealed the identities of the two.

Ma Sanhong, from the Ma family, one of the eight great families in Beidu, is the head of the family.

Fan Jinsheng, from the Fan family, one of the eight great families in Beidu, is also the head of the family.

The two patriarchs of the top martial arts families in the Northern Capital actually followed the half-spirits.

What are they plotting?

This is what makes Fang Yu puzzled.

The patriarch of the top martial arts family in Beidu, needless to say about his status and status, in the entire hot summer, he is in the top class.

And the half-spirit race is just an alien race that can't show up in an open and honest way.

The gap between the two is one heaven and one earth.

Ma Sanhong and Fan Jinsheng, why did they abandon the open and the dark?

Of course, there is a certain probability that the supernatant will lie, but the probability is very small.

Plus, he could be wrong.

What is the real situation needs to be investigated.

Assuming that Ma Sanhong and Fan Jinsheng really followed the half-spiritual clan, then the Ma family and Fan family where they belonged may have also been infiltrated.

"It takes multiple doses of drugs to stun people to this level." Fang Yu shook his head slightly, sighing in his heart.

Fang Yu was about to go out to find Huaixu.

At this time, Ye Shengxue appeared beside him.

"Mr. Fang, Miss Lin Zhilan of the Lin family is here to find you." Ye Shengxue said.

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, then remembered what he had promised Lin Zhilan this morning, and said, "Take her directly to the door of the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion, I'll go there now."

"Okay." Ye Shengxue replied.

Half a minute later, Fang Yu came to the door of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

Ye Shengxue and Lin Zhilan were already waiting.

"Fang, Fang..." Lin Zhilan looked dull when she saw Fang Yu, not knowing what to call him.

"You can call him Mr. Fang." Ye Shengxue reminded with a smile.

"Mr. Fang." Lin Zhilan bowed slightly.

"You came quite fast." Fang Yu glanced at Lin Zhilan and said.

At this time, Lin Zhilan's dressing style was completely different from the previous two meetings.

She was wearing a knee-length purple dress, her black hair stood straight and fell to her waist, her face was visibly melted, and she even painted bright lip color.

Lin Zhilan is naturally beautiful, and after dressing up, she is more bright and moving.

Feeling Fang Yu's gaze, Lin Zhilan lowered her head and felt uncomfortable.

Fang Yu stared at Lin Zhilan, in fact, he wanted to find something similar to Lin Batian in Lin Zhilan.

But unfortunately, it was not found.

After all, it is normal to find similarities after more than 100 generations.

"Come in, I have to find a sword manual that suits you." Fang Yu said, walking towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Lin Zhilan was still there.

"Miss Lin, please come in with Mr. Fang." Ye Shengxue reminded.

"...Okay." Lin Zhilan came back to her senses, looked at Fang Yu in front of him, and followed.

"When I played against you this morning, I had already evaluated your physical fitness. At that time, I thought that the butterfly dance sword technique would be more suitable for you." Fang Yu took Lin Zhilan up to the second floor and said, "But I thought about it later. After thinking about it, the butterfly dance swordsmanship is a bit soft. If you want to use it in actual combat, you still have to be more aggressive."

Lin Zhilan didn't speak.

Fang Yu took her to the six bookshelves in the corner of the second floor.

Hundreds of sword manuals are placed on these six bookshelves.

Among them, 70% of the swordsmanship ranks are top-grade, 20% are top-grade, and 10% are above-grade.

The higher the grade, the higher the quality. At the same time, the difficulty of learning is also higher.

Fang Yu wanted to give Lin Zhilan the Butterfly Dance Sword Manual, which was a top-grade secret book.

But now, Fang Yu has changed his mind.

With Lin Zhilan's temperament like a sword idiot, it would be more appropriate to choose a more difficult sword score for her.

"Let me see..." Fang Yu came directly to the bookshelf of the exquisite swordsmanship, and his eyes slowly swept across the books of swordsmanship.

Lin Zhilan stood behind Fang Yu, her beautiful eyes widened, and she didn't blink when she looked at the swordsmanship in front of her.

She had never even heard of the various swordsmanships on the bookshelf before.

But she knew in her heart that these sword manuals... must be stronger than what she had learned before!

"It's a lot..." Lin Zhilan's face flushed with excitement, and her eyes kept scanning every sword book.

She bit her red lips and resisted the desire to take out a book of swordsmanship to read.

Before going out, Lin Zhengxiong repeatedly emphasized that she must be polite and respect Fang Yu, otherwise she would not be able to learn stronger swordsmanship.

"If you want to see it, just flip it over, but you have to remember to put it back to its original position, otherwise the little wind chime will go crazy again." Fang Yu said without turning his head.

With permission, Lin Zhilan immediately stretched out her hand, took out a book of swordsmanship called 'Sword of Heaven Slaying', and lowered her head to read it.

The pictures drawn in the book and the recorded cultivation methods made Lin Zhilan's eyes widen and she was shocked.

The above statement is completely different from the content of the swordsmanship she has learned before!

For a time, Lin Zhilan was completely caught up in the swordsmanship.

On Fang Yu's side, he was still looking for suitable swordsmanship.

After all, he is a descendant of Lin Batian, so Fang Yu can't be perfunctory at will.

"The most suitable swordsmanship for her..."

Fang Yu touched his chin, and his eyes suddenly swept to a book of swords.

Heavenly Swordsmanship.

Fang Yu's eyes flickered slightly, he stretched out his hand, and pulled out this book of Heavenly Dao Swordsmanship from the book.

He didn't even remember, he put this sword manual here.

After flipping through it, Fang Yu's eyes flashed with reminiscence.

When he killed seven days and seven nights in Ziyan Palace, he used the most swordsmanship...

The Heavenly Dao swordsmanship is both tough and soft, excellent in offense and defense... It is the strongest swordsmanship in Fang Yu's mind.

It's just... its rank is half-immortal, and it is extremely difficult to practice.

At that time, Fang Yu once thought about giving up the practice of this Heavenly Dao swordsmanship, but was forced by his master to practice hard...

Fang Yu glanced at the side, his eyes widened, staring at Lin Zhilan who was holding the sword score in his hand.

Let her practice Heavenly Swordsmanship... Is it appropriate?

With Lin Zhilan's appearance as a swordsman, perseverance should be enough.

The only thing to worry about is whether her talent has reached the level where she can comprehend the swordsmanship of heaven.

After careful consideration, Fang Yu made a decision.

"Come here." Fang Yu said.

Lin Zhilan was completely immersed in the sword score and did not respond.

Fang Yu had no choice but to step forward and pat Lin Zhilan on the shoulder.

Lin Zhilan raised her head and stared blankly at Fang Yu.

"This is the sword manual I chose for you." Fang Yu handed the Tiandao sword manual to Lin Zhilan.

Lin Zhilan took the sword score and looked at the four characters on the cover.

"Heavenly Swordsmanship."

"I think it is the most suitable sword manual for you... However, it is extremely difficult to cultivate." Fang Yu said, "So, I will give you the opportunity to choose, you can now flip through this sword manual a little and decide for yourself. Do you want to learn?"

"If you don't think it's a good fit, get another one."

Lin Zhilan nodded dazedly, and opened the sword score in her hand.

After reading a few pages, Lin Zhilan was a little confused.

Compared with the Heaven Slaying Sword Art she had just seen, the cultivation method of the Heavenly Dao Sword Art is even more strange and even obscure.

Fang Yu glanced at the Heaven Slaying Sword Art in Lin Zhilan's hand and said, "Let's put it this way, the difficulty of the Sword Art you practiced before was counted as one star, then the difficulty of the Heaven Slashing Sword Art is twenty stars, and the Heavenly Dao Sword Art... ...the difficulty is 100 stars."

"But if you can practice it, the reward will be 100 stars."

"You choose."