"Hmph, that's pretty much it. Fan Shiying pulled back her gaze fiercely, and then said: "Boy, this time Uncle Shi has inherited your great favor, if you prepare another thing for Uncle Shi, then I owe a lot of favor." Her eyes were purring, and she suddenly pulled Lei Tingyao over beside her, and said with a smile: "Boy, I see your favor, uncle, I have something that is not so valuable for you." You don't have a double monk, so how about I give you Ting'er?"

"Master?!" Lei Tingyao was suddenly embarrassed, and her little face turned red with shame. Fan Shiying laughed, and the other ancestors looked at Fang Zhuo with a smile, without the slightest intention of dissuasion.

Fang Zhuo suddenly couldn't sit still.

The cultivation realm is a typical world where the weak eat the strong, and the law of the strong is displayed vividly in this world. Some powerful cultivators have multiple or even a dozen or dozens of double cultivators and a greater number of furnace dings!

Since Fang Zhuo cultivated the truth, he had also encountered people mentioning this matter to him more than once. Not to mention far away, the Jiaoying who returned Mr. Fang the day before yesterday and shouted that he would change his name to Big Brother the next day is outside.

The Bitter Sword Sect does not interfere with the situation of dual cultivation among disciples, as long as they don't use people as furnace dings. It must be known that if any female cultivator is made a furnace, then it will be difficult for her cultivation to progress an inch, and her daily penance will be given to the other party. This kind of evil method can only be done by those demon cultivators. These people, Fang Zhuo, felt that calling them demon cultivators was really a bit dirty with the word "demon". The pride and wildness of the big demon is the best among the three clans of demons and demons. Those demonic cultivators who are cruel and do not hesitate to harm other lives to fulfill themselves should actually be called "evil cultivators"!

"Uncle Shi. This joke must never be made!" Fang Zhuozhi said, this matter is not handled properly, but it is the easiest to offend people. He's from the past. Zhilu Dao's mind is the most elusive. That Lei Tingyao was ashamed and annoyed at the moment. But who knows what she thinks in her heart?!

If you don't say it properly, it's easy to plant a curse. Therefore, Fang Zhuo smiled bitterly and arched his hand at Lei Tingyao and said, "Senior sister, it's not that Fang Zhuo has no eyes, don't be angry." He turned his head and said to Fan Shiying with a wry smile: "Uncle Shi, you have killed me." My senior sister and I have met twice, and you just said this, isn't this a deliberate attempt to make fun of the disciples? If the disciples really want to find a double monk one day, they must also get along for a long time. I'm not familiar with my sister, if I annoy my sister here, you don't have a big ear to shave me?!"

He was arching and making a fuss here, which made Lei Tingyao embarrassed and ran away. The extremely good-natured Da Gong laughed, and Fan Shiying pointed at Fang Zhuo and scolded: "You bastard boy, you obviously have eyes but no beads! Are you a double cultivator? Why do you come here so much? If you see it, you just hug it! This journey will take hundreds of thousands of years, and what feelings can't be cultivated?"

Fang Zhuo's heart moved when he heard this! Fan Shiying, Jing Ying, and Shen Pingqi's relationship with him were more or less sensitive. Fan Shiying, who has a violent temperament, actually said this, could it be ............?

He looked up suspiciously, Fan Shiying looked at Jing Ying and Shen Pingqi, and Jing Ying lowered her eyes slightly. Shen Pingqi was a little strange, but Fan Shiying blushed and slapped him the back of the head. scolded: "Get out! You stinky boy! If you don't chase Ting'er, you'll be miserable, don't you know how to go, old lady, I will never let you go!"

"You spare me!" Fang Zhuo fled in embarrassment.

They are noisy on one side, and they are not clean on the other.

"That chicken?" The middle-aged woman pointed to the hen on Fang Zhuo's shoulder and said curiously, "It's a little wrong, isn't it that chicken?"

King Ma looked solemn, looked at the chicken fixedly, nodded after a while, and said, "It's that chicken, that's right!"

Xuanwu Zhenjun and Monk Shan Ke and the others were silent, looking at the hen on Fang Zhuo's shoulder, their expressions a little surprised.

"Hehe, Xuanyuan's methods are really clever, he actually got that chicken out. ”

The red-haired old man shook his head and said, "This definitely has nothing to do with Emperor Xuanyuan. This kid's luck really doesn't have to be said. This chicken, I'm afraid it's reincarnation, but I didn't expect it to fall into his hands. ”

"In the words of the immortal. A faint voice sounded around them. These great immortals stood up in unison, and only Xuanwu Zhenjun and Monk Shanke sat still.

"The Star Emperor is coming, and Xiaoxian and the others are ............. Ma Wangshen and the others hurriedly clasped their fists into the void and saluted.

"They are all fallen people at the end of the world, why do we need to be like this? If it weren't for Fang Zhuo's corner of the quiet land, how could we have such an opportunity. As these words slowly sounded, a thin figure slowly walked out of the light and shadow.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Monk Shanke said unceremoniously, "I know why you came, definitely not for that chicken." But don't open your mouth, I can't help you. ”

Mu Kui felt sensed, glanced at the newly appeared middle-aged man with a purple beard, and silently lowered his head and picked up the teacup.

"Dead monk. Emperor Ziwei glanced at Monk Lonely, and then after greeting his old friends, he raised his hand at Mu Kui and said, "Ziwei has seen Taoist friends, and it is polite." ”

Mu Kui sat upright and was a lot taller than them, and he nodded and returned the salute with his fists. Mu Kui became an immortal earlier, even before the establishment of the Heavenly Realm. Therefore, although Emperor Ziwei was one of the three Heavenly Emperors of the Heavenly Realm, Mu Kui did not have much awe for him.

"Fellow Daoist, it's not that I'm talkative. Monk Shanke interjected and said, "It's better to discuss other things, and we'd better not interfere in this matter." It's not easy to help. ”

Emperor Ziwei stretched out his finger and pointed at the monk Lonely Ke, and scolded with a smile: "I'm as unbearable as you think?"

"Yes. Monk Silent nodded honestly. A group of immortals and gods are all in unison.

Emperor Ziwei was not angry, and he knew that this monk was so virtuous. He waved his hand, and after everyone took their seats, they began to have a deep conversation.

Fang Zhuo didn't know anything about it, even though the old guy was talking a lot about it around his Divine Sense. However, the hen on his shoulder kept turning his head to this side, as if the isolation forbidden by the monk could not block its view.

The Bitter Sword Sect had a dry Yuanying, two Jin Dan, six foundation building disciples, and three old woodmen, Ghost Dragon Wood, Flower Skin, and Old Dry Branch, and everyone looked solemn and gathered in a circle.

There were several Bone Melting Arrays floating in front of Fang Zhuo, and Fang Zhuo introduced them to several disciples of the Bitter Sword Sect one by one. After the introduction, Fang Zhuo looked at Lei Ming and said, "Senior Nephew Lei, you should know this, right?" He had a small bottle in his hand. Through the aura, you can see that there seems to be lightning and thunder in the bottle.

"Naturally. Lei Ming said with a little blush. In this bottle was thunder pulp, which was what his father Leo had compensated Fang Zhuo for after he had a conflict with Fang Zhuo.

Fang Zhuo waved his hand and said, "Senior nephew, don't be careful, I don't mean anything else." He pointed to the bone-melting array that flashed with thunder and light, and said, "Uncle Shi, I have recently studied the demon pattern of the demon race, and I have gained a little. I think this Bone Melting Array was combined with the skill of drawing magic patterns when it was being practiced. I'm going to use this bottle of thunder syrup here. It's just that............. Fang Zhuo looked at the thunder light, pondered for a while, calculated for a long time, and said, "I'm afraid that the amount may not be enough. ”

Dong Zhen, one of the deacons and elders of the Bitter Sword Sect, had given Fang Zhuo a small piece of rare thunder guide wood and asked him to use these thunder pulp. But Fang Zhuo had never lacked the means to fight, so these thunder pulps had never been used. And the rare thunderbolt wood was lying quietly in Fang Zhuo's storage ring.

"Uncle Junior, there are still disciples of Lei Pulp here. Hearing this, Lei Ming hurriedly took out three full bottles of thunder syrup. Fang Zhuo lowered his head in contemplation as he stretched out his hand to take it, and said casually: "This thing is too violent, if you use it to draw magic patterns, I'm afraid it will hurt a lot." If you don't use it, what if the god Nayong comes to guide the spiritual power of the thunder attribute?"

Shen Pingqi was secretly amused on the side, his disciple has a heart, a bearing and a vision, but at this moment, he is still a little narrow and cautious. He obviously wanted to give Lei Ming a little hardship, so he deliberately said this. Besides, although Fang Zhuo worshiped under Shen Pingke's sect, his seniority rose by a generation out of thin air. But Fang Zhuo and Zhan Yu, Zhou Baiping and others have always been called senior brothers and sisters in the door, and they have never put on the shelf of their own uncle. Although this made others feel a little messy, Shen Pingqi didn't care about it and never cared about him.

However, Fang Zhuo was now shouting that Lei Ming was called his nephew, which was a bit deliberate. Fang Zhuo's careful thinking naturally couldn't hide from the few old guys present. It's just that they have sensed these bone melting arrays, and it is clear that the thunderball is the most terrifying. Obviously, if this Bone Melting Array was fused, Lei Ming's strength would definitely skyrocket! Although Fang Zhuo was narrow-minded and even planned to use some small means to torture Lei Ming, he didn't really mean to be embarrassed by Lei Ming. In this case, several ancestors just watched the play.

"Uncle Junior, it's okay to be in pain, as long as the disciple's strength can be improved, it's nothing to suffer a little!" Lei Ming hurriedly said. Fang Zhuo pretended to be surprised and looked at Lei Ming, then nodded and said, "Well, it seems that this is the only way. ”

"Why is there no Ting'er?" At this time, Fan Shiying suddenly interrupted. Without interjecting a word, she was about to burst out laughing.

"Ugh. Fang Zhuo hurriedly explained, "Senior Sister Lei, I'm preparing. Her weapons are a bit special, and the disciple wants to collect some spiritual materials to see if they can have a bonus with her weapons. ”

"What?" Fan Shiying frowned, and the ghost dragon wood on the side also looked at Fang Zhuo with some concern. Fan Shiying said: "If this matter can't be done, don't force it." There is no hatred between us and the demon clan, so it's best not to fall out with them. "The ghost dragon wood is right in front of him, although Fan Shiying has always been straightforward, it is not easy to speak clearly. (To be continued......)