Fang Cun suddenly understood that the husband she was talking about was her brother, Fang Chi.
Five days later, Mr. Qu's second elixir was released, and Fang Cun rushed over in time. At first, he was no more surprised than before, but when he saw it, he was surprised. , he had a temperament that was not easy to express his inner feelings, but he could not hide the joy on his face, continuously praising: "This old man is really talented..."
When news of the Seventh Prince's death spread, Fang Cun sent a heartfelt gift.
But who could have imagined that at that time, someone would discover dragon veins, this kind of heaven and earth spiritual energy, with a warm and nourishing cultivation level, indeed, it is better than humans' natural talent, and the cultivation speed is not the same. Have. slower than cannibalism. , when disaster comes to the world, you can calmly overcome it..."
"He is also considered a peerless genius. He knows it is very difficult for one person to cultivate, but he wants to divide the formation and refine it into a great formation!"
He instantly made a judgment. Faced with two bronze hammers, his whole body was covered for several meters. If he wanted to escape, he would have to step down in the blink of an eye. But if he really stepped down, there would be some kind of feeling. sense, according to the rules of the arena, you will lose to yourself. At that time, if you go up to the stage to challenge, I'm afraid that the entire Trieu Ca people will consider you a laughing stock...
Because entering the fairyland, a person is already extraordinary, so there is nothing wrong with no one being able to change the innate world.
Furthermore, because of pointing out the heroes of Yuancheng, he now has countless fans in Yuancheng.
"I heard something!"
"God, what did he do to Elder Than Son?"
At this time, a Qingyou bell suddenly rang out outside the hall, and slowly entered the hall.
Even Fang Cun only paid him a little attention.
"Thank you all and the elders for helping to take care of the elders in the house. Next time I return, I will definitely invite you to the banquet..."
When the demon spirit came here, he didn't dare step up the stairs, so he asked Fang Cun to step up first.
...Even though it was a very serious time, I was also a bit proud of myself.
Is the old devil really willing, even willing to make such a promise?
Things like this are still happening.
Mr. Qu only studied for a while then looked dissatisfied and threw it out the window: "Bad product!"
The little fox nodded, turned around and went back.
Fang Cun was certain that the company had no special interest in Jiuxianzong, because the company was his own.
After a while, he said in a low voice: "It's easy to say it without passion, but is it actually easy to do?"
Breathing a sigh of relief, he followed the example of the others, gradually calmed down and quietly looked at the portrait on the wall.
Fang Cun was extremely helpless, why was this little Sect Master Tu talking so much now, he kept urging himself.
The old servant is currently surrounded by a waterfall, always struck by lightning, everyone relies on his magic power to sustain him, but now his heart is in turmoil, his magic power is out of control, there are a lot of thunder and lightning. wrapped around his body, his eyes rolled back, as if anger was pouring out of his eyes, and he shouted sharply: "Son, you dare to play with me?"