"I refuse." Fang Shan said without thinking.
The fat monk seemed to expect that he would say this, and said with a smile: "The biggest beauty of "Kunpeng Nine Transformations" is that by practicing the practice of swallowing dragons, you will reach the sky in one step. But if you don't eat dragons and just get started, your appetite will be greatly increased and it will not grow long at the same time. fat."
Fang Shan's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light: "Seriously?"
After saying this, he saw the fat monk's round figure, and his bright light turned into suspicion.
The fat monk saw his concerns and explained: "The dragon's body contains a lot of energy, which is difficult to overcome, so that's why I am like this."
Fang Shan changed his attitude: "As a member of the world of cultivation, I cannot let the ancient secret skills be lost."
The implication is that you must learn.
"You can teach me." The fat monk was very satisfied with his choice.
When Xie Lan got the magic weapon and came over, the fat monk had disappeared, which meant that his last trace in the world was gone. Being favored by someone, Xie Lan felt sad for the other person for a second, with a bit of sadness in his eyes.
Fang Shan consoled him: "Don't be so pessimistic, maybe you won't live to his age."
Xie Lan glanced at him quietly and said nothing.
Bai Yiqing was the last one to arrive. He didn't ask Fang Shan what he got. He said very realistically: "After we get out of here, you and I will go our separate ways."
"Parting ways?" Fang Shan raised his eyebrows.
Bai Yiqing nodded. The person in front of him was a big trouble. Love and calamity were quite mysterious. If it was not necessary, the smaller the involvement, the better.
Fang Shan readily agreed: "Okay."
Bai Yiqing looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, feeling that the other party would have something to say next.
As expected, Fang Shan seemed to have no intention of saying: "I guess you have used the dragon bone to forge the sword. The dragon smell on your body will be difficult to dissipate in a short period of time."
Bai Yiqing didn't speak, as if he was evaluating the truth or falsehood of his words.
Fang Shan never revealed any emotion: "If you don't believe it, you can go out and give it a try."
The dragon has been dead for decades, so it stands to reason that its breath should have disappeared.
However, Fang Shan said it so firmly that it was difficult to tell the truth from the lie.
The Dragon Clan fights every day internally, but is surprisingly united externally. Bai Yiqing is not just a person, but also represents the Sword Sect to some extent. Even if there is a small possibility, he will not gamble easily.
Fang Shan: "Follow me, and you won't be in trouble when you encounter a dragon."
Xie Lan gave a thumbs up with admiration, and the binding was actually successful.
Bai Yiqing didn't completely believe what he said, and planned to check the relevant books after leaving.
Fang Shan has horns on his head and has scooped up a lot of treasures with his innocent little face. The Dragon Clan is stingy, but he can barely be considered generous in front of his juniors. Considering that he is underdeveloped and is more likely to be bullied, the dragons passing by will leave behind a small amount of belongings.
When he was about to leave, he held the treasure in his hands, still reluctant to part with it.
There were no boatmen in the Eastern Continent, so Bai Yiqing fished a sea monster from the bottom of the sea to replace the boat. The monster's back was far less comfortable than the boat. Fang Shan twisted restlessly twice and finally decided to lie down.
"Be careful not to fall into the sea." Xie Lan reminded kindly.
Fang Shan said indifferently: "If I really go down, I will climb ashore with my own efforts."
While speaking, he raised his eyes and looked forward: Bai Yiqing stood on the head of the sea monster just like when he came. Everything around him seemed to be just air to him.
Bai Yiqing, a group from the Eastern Continent, had gained a lot. He seemed motionless, but his mind was constantly deducing the formation diagram he got from the fat monk.
Xie Lan has been friends with him all year round, and has long been accustomed to excessive silence when going out. This time when he met Fang Shan, it was rare that he had someone to talk to, so he said a few more words.
"A person like you is very good at survival and has talent. Why do you have to get entangled with that ice lump?"
What Fang Shan said was somewhat difficult to understand: "He is the entry point."
"Entry point?"
Fang Shan, however, had no more explanations and just held his chin in a daze.
The time travel point is not good, because before the first encounter with the evil god, all the joys and sorrows in the future have not happened yet. Such a journey seems worthless. I originally thought that my former self would bury some treasures in this time and space, but now it seems—
"Ah."
The sarcastic expression was too obvious, and Xie Lan cast a confused look.
Fang Shan looked at the hidden turbulent sea, suddenly feeling a little unmotivated.
Just when Xie Lan thought he would lie there all the way to the end, Fang Shan sat up like a corpse and mumbled: "How long do you think it will take for him to become a god?"
"ha?"
Fang Shan: "It is said that the more you beat him, the better he will become. If I beat him every day, will it improve his level?"
Xie Lan swallowed: "The person you are talking about, could you be referring to..."
Unconsciously looking at Bai Yiqing's head, Xie Lan's smile became more and more perfunctory.
Fang Shan nodded seriously.
Xie Lan tried to regain his sanity: "For thousands of years, people who have wanted to ascend are like crucian carp crossing the river. None of them have succeeded."
He admitted that Bai Yiqing might be one of the most dazzling geniuses, but it was not so easy to become a god.
Bai Yiqing seemed to notice something and opened his eyes to look here.
Xie Lan smiled guiltily and brought up other topics to chat with Fang Shan.
When they were approaching the shore, the sea monster shrank back and roared several times sadly at Bai Yiqing.
Bai Yiqing did not take its life, but went ashore with his sword.
Returning to the place where humans gathered, Xie Lan breathed a sigh of relief.
Bai Yiqing went to a hidden place and lit a stick of incense. When the incense burned halfway, a blurry face was revealed.
Xie Lan was the first to call out: "Master."
The old man nodded in response.
Bai Yiqing got straight to the point and directly addressed the issue about the remains of the dragon clan.
Old man: "The dragon bones that have been dead for less than three hundred years will still retain their breath."
Bai Yiqing frowned slightly: "Is there a way to solve it?"
"It's not difficult." The old man said: "Go to Zhenren Yu and ask him to borrow some spiritual orchids ground into powder to take with you."
The incense was about to burn out, and Xie Lan came forward with a bitter look on her face.
The old man was helpless: "I will send a message to Master Yu and ask him to leave some good things for you."
Xie Lan was satisfied.
The old man never glanced at Fang Shan from beginning to end. It wasn't until the moment the incense burned out that his sharp gaze swept across his face.
Fang Shan maintained a fake smile and looked directly into the other person's eyes.
In a few breaths, the old man's face suddenly disappeared. If it weren't for the ash remaining in the air, it would have been as if everything just now was just an illusion.
Bai Yiqing: "Master Yu doesn't like to be disturbed by outsiders."
Fang Shan surprisingly followed his wishes: "It's almost impossible for dragons to appear on this continent, so it doesn't matter if they go their separate ways."
Xie Lan left a few messengers in a friendly way: "If there is something urgent, you can contact us at any time."
Fang Shan took it with a smile and watched them leave with their swords.
Until the two of them could no longer be seen, the smile on their faces could no longer be held on.
"Host?"
For a moment, he vaguely felt Wei Su Shen calling him.
There was no response. Fang Shan once thought it was an illusion. He raised his face to the sky and started singing: "Missing is a very..."
"it's me."
A familiar tone interrupted his singing, and Fang Shan's expression suddenly became serious: "Where are you?"
"auction."
During the time when he made a fortune by reselling, Fang Shan had been here more than once. The auction house was always bustling with activity, and he could hear several monks exchanging today's auction items at the door.
I walked around the floors and found no trace of the host: "Where are the people?"
It took a long time before a voice sounded in my mind: "You have passed by, at the door."
Fang Shan returns along the original route.
In a corner where the sunlight cannot be found, a man in black robe is sitting there with his head bowed. If you don't look carefully, it is easy to ignore.
"Without me, the host would be reduced to this!"
Wei Sushen stood up holding the wall, coughing three times with one step, and finally fell into his arms.
“…”
Fang Shan was startled, thinking he had suffered a trauma. After careful inspection, he found that there was nothing serious except for some fragile meridians.
Wei Sushen's eyes were deep: "Since I entered this plane, my health has not been good."
Fang Shan first took the people to the inn and asked for some soft food that mortals could eat.
Wei Sushen slowly replenished his strength.
Fang Shan's eyes darkened: "Man, you really can't do it without me."
Wei Sushen let him play the role of an old hen protecting her young, and ate quietly. During this period, he glanced at the other person: he was wearing an expensive robe, and there were two or three kinds of accessories around his waist.
Like a rich man, Fang Shan took off a pendant from his waist and handed it to him: "It can prevent wolves."
Wei Sushen pursed his lips.
Ah.
Being taken care of.
Seeing that the other party's energy had recovered a little, Fang Shan asked him how he got here.
Wei Sushen: "I was studying the crystal ball, and for some reason I was pulled over."
"Crystal ball?"
That poor bald head has basically only played the role of decoration since he was brought to the real plane.
Wei Sushen said casually: "Are you alone?"
There was not even a hint of guilt in Fang Shan's eyes, and he pretended not to understand: "Who else could it be?"
Wei Sushen pursed his thin lips and said with a cold face: "Evil God."
Fang Shan poured a cup of tea and said leisurely: "Everything depends on fate, not to mention that since I came here, I have missed my host every day."
Knowing that not a single word could be believed, Wei Sushen couldn't help but feel comfortable listening to it. Wei Sushen's expression softened slightly.
Fang Shan tried to use the spiritual power around him and found that the force value was not affected. He murmured: "It turns out that our strengths do not need to be equal if we do not perform tasks."
Great, I accidentally discovered another loophole.
Wei Sushen: "I tried, but there is no way to go back."
Fang Shan was very calm: "Don't worry too much."
Bugs like theirs that violate login rules will naturally be kicked out over time.
Wei Sushen looked at him sideways: "When are you going to see your old lover?"
Fang Shan said righteously: "I don't have a lover. The top priority is to take good care of your body."
As soon as he expressed his determination, the communication talisman flashed. Fang Shan walked outside the inn door, and Xie Lan's voice came clearly.
"Can you imagine that Master Yu only gave me some spiritual stones? How stingy!"
Fang Shan listened to his complaints and occasionally responded once or twice.
Xie Lan: "Where are you and why is your voice so low?"
Fang Shan's eyelids twitched: "I'm logging into the trumpet."
"Trumpet?" A sinister voice came from behind.
Fang Shan didn't dare to look back and quickly changed his words: "It's the big account that's online."
The author has something to say: Wei Sushen: I have reason to suspect that you have countless vests outside.
Fang Shan: No.
Wei Sushen: Is there a small family under every vest
Fang Shan: ... Really not.
Wei Sushen: No more talking, let’s jump into the river together.
Fang Shan:…
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who threw [Grenade]: 666 1;
Thanks to the little angels who threw [landmines]: Yanxi Xihehe and Sonic 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates [nutrient solution]:
30 bottles of Mo Xiao Qianfeng; 15 bottles of Qianqian; 10 bottles of mid-June, maple syrup mixed with osmanthus sugar, Xuan Gongzi, and 靥; 7 bottles of Ye; 6 bottles of Qianqian; 2 bottles of blue; 1 bottle of Gu Mianzhi;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!