"Is this person... really Shali Fei?"
Han Jingfei looked at the heroic overlord who died under his own hands and couldn't believe it.
The trouble that had been plaguing his family for many days was now cut off by him
This is Wuzong!
"Not only that... but also Cheng Miao, who is the head of Yuxuan Sect and the only Tongmai Martial Sect... If the news of his death is spread, I'm afraid the entire Jade Xuan Sect will fall apart..."
Fang Yuan slowly walked out and said casually: "As for the remaining loyal people, as long as you practice the sword skills I left behind, you will be able to cope with it. This is also the pressure I put on you..."
"Thank you sir!"
Among the dead bodies, Han Jingfei suddenly matured.
He forced himself to forget the frustration and powerlessness of being manipulated just now, and respectfully saluted Fang Yuan: "If sir hadn't taken action, my Han family might have really suffered a lot!"
"Well, let's go back!"
Fang Yuan shook his head.
To be honest, if it is purely a master-disciple teaching, such a short time is certainly not enough.
It's just that he is a dream master, so he naturally has ways to take advantage of others, which is roughly similar to initiation, so that the brother and sister can become successful as soon as possible.
Without saying much at this time, he left the Shajia Gang's main forum and returned to the Han family.
"grandfather!"
When Han Jingfei saw Han Xiaotian waiting in the hall, he immediately knelt down and saluted: "My grandson and Mr. Kuangdao have already solved all the troubles between the Shajia Gang and the Yuxuan Sect!"
"Is it?"
Han Xiaotian's face turned pale, a trace of gloom appeared in his eyes, and he forced a smile: "I am grateful for your great kindness. I also invite Mr. Crazy Knife into the hall for a banquet."
"Good..."
Fang Yuan glanced at the old man and walked into the hall carelessly.
"Jingfei... You and your sister go to the back hall to help!"
Seeing that Han Jingfei also wanted to come in, Han Xiaotian immediately drank and his tone was harsher than ever before.
"yes!"
Han Jingfei also noticed something, his face turned pale, and he hurried to the backyard.
…
"Come on, Mr. Crazy Knife, I toast you with this cup!"
In the hall, a sumptuous banquet has already been arranged. The meat is spiritual meat, the fruit is spiritual fruit, as well as spiritual wine and spiritual tea. It can be said that one meal will cost the assets of hundreds of middle-aged households. Even if the Han family The family background is also very difficult.
"You're welcome, you're welcome..."
Fang Yuan, on the other hand, did not reject anyone who came and killed him in one go.
This wine is amber in color, pure in the mouth, and tastes very good.
"Here, this is the meat of the Sara beast. It is rare here. Please use more of it, sir!"
"I'm Han Qi Di, here's a toast to Mr. Sword Maniac, I'll do it, you can do whatever you want!"
"Come on, please use the spirit fruit!"
…
Those present at the table were all a group of old men. After Han Xiaotian introduced them, they were all first-class family elders, and there were four of them in total.
At this time, everyone was eager to drink wine and pick up food, and everyone's face was glowing.
Fang Yuan also pretended not to know and just ate and drank.
"Mr. Dao Kuang, you really have a great capacity for drinking and are so heroic!"
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Han Xiaotian's face suddenly turned cold: "It's just... I have something to ask, I don't know whether I should ask it or not?"
"Say, I will tell you everything I know!"
Fang Yuan held the wine cup in his hand, half-smiling.
"According to what my useless grandson said, the method of manipulating his body in your restaurant was a dream master, right?"
Han Xiaotian stared at Fang Yuan and his voice became cold.
"Exactly!"
Fang Yuan nodded.
"Okay! Okay! Okay! Finally you guys found this place!"
Han Xiaotian suddenly went limp, as if his energy and energy had been drained away, and he looked at Fang Yuan with a ruthless look.
"Brother, if you fight with him, you have uncle's arrangements. What are you afraid of?"
A white-haired Han elder hissed, wanting to come up and bite a piece of Xiang Yuan's meat.
"Hmm... It seems that the layout is very thorough?"
Fang Yuandao: "Next, is it time to throw a cup as a sign of victory and have three hundred swordsmen and axes come out?"
"Three hundred swordsmen?"
Han Xiaotian shook his head: "Three of them thought it was too much. Do you know that although the food and wine are not poisonous, when combined with the formations arranged around the hall, they will produce a drunken immortal aura that will weaken even the dream master's soul." , unable to move... This is our uncle's own arrangement. Under great power, it is a sure kill, just to deal with dream masters like you who are evil-minded! Now, do you want to try to use even half of the dream energy? "
"Brother, why do you need to tell him so much?"
A red-faced old man shouted angrily and drew out a black giant ax: "Cut him first!"
Fang Yuan was immediately speechless. Previously, this person had the most flattering attitude and made the most toasts. Unexpectedly, he took the lead when he started to take action.
Moreover, the Master's message was right. He had offended all the Dream Masters and didn't even have a friend. So when the descendants saw the Dream Master, they thought he was here to seek revenge.
call!
At this time, the red-faced elder couldn't wait any longer, and the ax whipped into the wind, smashing it down on his head and face.
clang!
A huge muffled sound spread, and the terrifying reaction force directly caused the ax handle to break and fly far away. The red-faced elder flew backwards and hit the copper pillar, making the entire hall tremble.
"impossible!"
Han Xiaotian looked at the ax with a semicircular gap and Fang Yuan who was sitting still without even a hair falling. He almost stopped breathing. After a long time, he uttered two words. Come: "True Saint..."
These two words seemed to have magic power, and the elders around them all looked desperate.
"I didn't expect that you are not only a dream master, but also a true holy warrior..."
Han Xiaotian gestured secretly with a sad smile on his face: "If we can help such a powerful person to take action, we will die in vain..."
"Don't you be too busy holding me back, or transferring direct relatives or something..."
Fang Yuan took another sip of wine and was speechless: "I just admit that I am a dream master, how can you think that I am your enemy?"
"My uncle once said that he has offended too many people and has no close friends... Whenever a dream master comes to his door, he would rather kill the wrong one than let him go!"
Han Xiaotian said sadly.
Fang Yuan rolled his eyes, feeling that this was the character of a true Juexin layman.
The kind master who later adopted him probably changed his mind a lot after experiencing this drastic change, right
"alright… "
Fang Yuan spread his hands, feeling that if he kept pretending, he would most likely scare the old guy to death. That would be nothing more than revenge.
Immediately said: "You may have guessed wrong about my identity. I am not your enemy, but a disciple of Master Ye Li..."
"Ye Li... uncle?"
When Han Xiaotian heard this, his eyes lit up and he immediately shook his head: "Impossible... my uncle has never accepted a disciple!"
"You don't have to be in Daqian to accept a disciple...and why should I lie to you?"
Fang Yuan sneered: "If I really want to take action, I can kill you all in just one moment!"
"indeed… "
Seeing Fang Yuan still sitting upright with the golden sword, Han Xiaotian couldn't help but believe it: "Uh... I wonder what credentials this sir has?"
"Voucher? Does this count?"
Fang Yuan waved his hand, and the four divine swords of wind, thunder, water, and fire appeared, and then combined into a four-image sword formation, forming the prototype of the Evolution Domain.
"The Four Symbols of Heaven and Earth, the prototype of the domain, is indeed my uncle's eight-door sword formation!"
When Han Xiaotian saw it, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he quickly stood up and saluted: "This little brother, I have offended you a lot before. I wonder how your uncle is doing lately?"
Several elders next to him suddenly looked embarrassed, especially the red-faced elder who had just held a big ax to greet Fang Yuan's head. They were already eager to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
"Master, he has passed away..."
Fang Yuan sighed and briefly talked about Jue Xin's experience.
"Alas... I and my descendants are unfilial and have failed to inherit the throne. Thank you very much, little brother!"
Han Xiaotian and others saluted Fang Yuan with red eyes.
"Well, I came here this time just to see how Master's descendants are doing, and to take care of them. Now it seems that they are doing well... I don't need to worry too much..."
Fang Yuan smiled slightly: "It's just that although I have also become a powerful person, my master made too many enemies at the beginning. For the sake of safety, it is better to continue to hide..."
"We know this!"
Han Xiaotian and others all smiled bitterly, and then they seemed to remember something and stood up: "We still have a relic of uncle here, please take a look!"
Immediately he moved the wine table, lifted up a stone slab, and took out a leather bag.
"Um?"
Fang Yuan was startled.
As early as the beginning, he had scanned this place dozens of times with his spiritual thoughts, but he did not find this mechanism at all.
It seems that this leather is very extraordinary and has the miraculous effect of concealing spiritual thoughts.
Han Xiaotian turned the leather bag over, poured out a bright yellow jade slip, and smiled bitterly: "Originally, this is a thought left by my uncle, telling us that if any of our descendants have the qualifications of a dream master and become a virtual saint, We can deliver this thing, but we are not talented, our family bloodline is thin, and we don’t even have a spiritual warrior..."
"Um!"
Fang Yuan took it with some curiosity, and with a sweep of his mind, he suddenly understood: "This is the inheritance of the Eight Gate Sword Formation. If a dream master emerges, he can indeed embark on the path of a dream weapon master... Huh?"
I already had a share of this inheritance, so naturally it was nothing.
But when Fang Yuan looked behind him with his spiritual mind, he saw that there was a large piece of information behind the Eight Gate Sword Formation. He couldn't help but remember it directly.
"This thing still has some effect on me... so I'll record one or two!"
He generously threw the bright yellow jade slip back to Han Xiaotian, thought for a moment, and took out another blood-red jade slip: "Inside, there is my set of martial arts, called Qiankun Giant Spirit Skill, which can open the eight meridians. , Condensing the true form of the giant spirit is considered a good technique in Daqian, and the origin is very clean, so there is no need to worry about being discovered!"
At that time, the Yang family was destroyed, and the Qiankun Giant Spiritual Skill had already been leaked out. Even the skills were sold in the dream world, so it was nothing.
"Thank you, sir!"
Han Xiaotian was overjoyed. Although his big thunderbolt hand was domineering, it did not have the method of condensing the holy body. At this time, having this giant spiritual skill was the foundation for the rise of a family.
"Well, now that things are done, it's time for me to leave!"
Fang Yuan gave a slight salute, and a layer of mist appeared around him, and the eyes of those present were immediately confused.
"Sorry, just in case, some of your memories still need to be modified..."