Chapter 32 The Ascended Senior Brother is Selfless 5
Fuchen looked at Zhang Yuanwai, as if he was looking at a fool: a wallflower, a typical example of someone who is on both sides and cannot please either side.
"What didn't you do in your field?"
Zhang Yuanwai looked at the boy.
The boy thought for a while and said, "There was a nest of weasels and they broke it."
Okay.
The weasel's den was occupied by others, and they all ran to fight.
If you throw someone's child, can I kill you?
Fuchen looked at Zhang Yuanwai, "The man who is looking for you is a weasel. You know, weasels are the most vengeful." He patted Zhang Yuanwai on the shoulder and let out a long sigh.
Zhang Yuanwai heard a sigh, "Thumping" and knelt down again, crying, "Xianjia, please help me."
Fuchen raised his feet, restrained his face, raised his eyebrows proudly, and patted his chest, "It's okay! I'll tell you later. He must give me face!"
"Really?" Zhang Yuanwai's little eyes widened and he looked at Fu Chen with some disbelief.
"Who wouldn't give face to me, the whisk fairy?" Fuchen's momentum immediately exploded. He threw the chopsticks on the table and pointed with his finger, and the chopsticks immediately stood up. He murmured a few words to himself, and the chopsticks broke into many pieces.
It’s a few words!
Fuchen glanced at the table and raised his eyebrows arrogantly, "He didn't give me any face. He destroyed all the weasels of the 2,511 weasels!" With a clap of his big hand, he seemed to have wiped out all the weasels of the nine tribes. Shan
It's all flattened!
Zhang Yuanwai was steadied by Fuchen's hand just now, and was suffocated by Fuchen's bastard spirit. He looked at her with respect and trust. "Xianjia! You are the real Xianjia! Don't worry, I will definitely take care of you afterwards.
Build a gym for you——"
Suddenly someone spoke at this moment, "Since you have the ability, why not just destroy it?"
The voice is familiar.
Fuchen raised his head, met a pair of peach blossom eyes, and glanced at the phoenix-tail feather fan next to him. His exaggerated expression subsided and his aura became serious.
Eating the food and wine in front of you seriously, as if it were a serious matter of life and death.
"Are you just cheating like this?" Master Lushan asked, with a smile on his face and a knife hidden in his eyes.
Fuchen smiled gently, "How can you call it a lie? It's just an information fee."
The two of them have the wrong aura.
People around him stopped talking and watched the show quietly.
"Are you really going to deal with the weasel?" Mr. Lufan asked next, crossing his legs and staring straight at Fuchen with a smile.
Fuchen lowered his head as he ate, looking away, not looking at him, "It's a good idea to find him and get two deals."
What kind of?
Of course, it is about destiny and disaster.
She knows what all demon cultivators want to know.
It's not a loss if you flip on both sides.
"Fuchen, we are still here, you can go down to the lower world and show off your trivial skills to pass the time." Second senior brother Lu Fan knocked on the table, "What will you do without us? You can't always be like this."
At this moment, everyone knew that the two people sitting there were immortals from the upper world.
He even dared not express his anger.
Fuchen didn't take it seriously, "We are almost the same, even if you die I will be the same."
She doesn't think she's lazy, and she can always get a lot of money (information fees) by making calculations.
The smile on the second brother's face dropped by a third, and he stared at Fuchen and teased, "You can throw away one-tenth of your spiritual roots if you want, and explode your avatars if you want. It's rare to see you have some backbone."
Immortal cultivators attach great importance to spiritual roots.
Fuchen exploded to death in anger. For the sake of authenticity, he merged with his own essence and blood. After blowing up the clone, one-tenth of his spiritual roots will inevitably be lost.
Cultivation can be done all over again.
The spiritual root represents the strongest peak.
For immortal cultivators, this is an absolute taboo and would never be done easily.
Fuchen lowered his head and said nothing.
"You exploded easily. Do you know how sad we were after you died?" Second Senior Brother said lightly.
He often laughs, but mostly just on the surface to watch the fun.
He was not angry, but said calmly, "Your senior sister cries every day."
"And your senior brother, he has taken care of you the longest. Have you ever thought about him?"
Some words are not like a knife that doesn't pierce the heart, but they are like a piece of cloth wrapping the heart completely, making it so stuffy that it's hard to breathe.
Fuchen lowered his head, holding the chopsticks in his hand motionless.
The second senior brother stood up, his slender face was calm and calm, he put away his feather fan and said, "Go back."
Fuchen kept his head silent and said nothing, the unhappiness on his face solidified into substance.
The second senior brother reached out to grab it, but Fuchen disappeared.
The second senior brother's face was pale and he disappeared.
The people who were watching silently in the store were surprised. They looked around and saw no one. There was only a bag of silver on the table of "Fairy Whisk Fairy", which belonged to Zhang Yuanwai.
The officer fell to his knees with a thump, his eyes looking dead.
Over the mountains a hundred miles away, the second senior brother flew out his feather fan to intercept the floating dust.
The feather fan circled Fuchen, and Fuchen retreated to dodge.
The tail of the feather fan rubbed Fuchen's chin, and the point of contact was instantly burned as if by fire, revealing a black-red gash that could not heal on its own.
The second senior brother arrived, took the feather fan and fanned it at Fu Chen who was hurriedly turning the road. A stream of fire flew out from the feather fan and burned around Fu Chen.
The powerful phoenix fire is indestructible to water and earth and burns everything.
Fuchen took out a black pagoda and got into it.
The pagoda breaks out of the wall of fire and flies out.
The flames on the tower invaded the bottom.
The pagoda grew like a mountain and spun around to rush in front of the second senior brother.
The door of the bottom tower opened wide, and a suction force pulled the second senior brother into the tower.
From the small window on the fourth floor, little people flew out of the dust quietly.
The second senior brother looked at Fuchen calmly, then waved his hand and flew out of the feather fan.
The handle of the feather fan hit Fu Chen, and the power of the phoenix bone was overwhelming and scorching. Fu Chen's body was knocked back by the force, and happened to fall into the suction of the pagoda, and was sucked into the pagoda together.
The world of immortality.
The second senior brother pressed Fuchen, who was tied up with white strips all over his body, and threw him to the top of Qingyun Mountain. Fuchen fell to the ground and struggled to get up.
"Senior brother, I found someone for you." The second senior brother said with a smile and stood aside to watch the show.
After a month (nearly three years in the human world), the shattered person reappeared in front of people.
Qingyun opened the door and his eyes fell on the floating dust in front of him, like a stone sinking into the sea, but the water was still and waveless.
Fuchen lowered his head and was stared at, as if his head was being slashed with a knife.
For a long time, the gaze did not move.
Fuchen couldn't help but raise his head and fall into a pair of eyes. Those eyes were calm and conveyed the message: You are hopeless.
At another glance, Fuchen was attracted by a head of white hair.
The white snow falling on the senior brother's body did not reduce his sharpness at all, but only added a bit of immortality.
When Fuchen was surprised and suspicious, he saw his senior brother's hand, and a smile lit up his eyes.
Qingyun stared at Fuchen, said nothing, turned around and went in, closing the door with his hands behind his back with a "squeak".
The rejection was very obvious.
The second senior brother was surprised, "Are we going to let you go?"
Fuchen stared at the closed door, his calm eyes suddenly became rippled, and he tilted his head to reveal a playful smile.
The third senior sister heard the sound and rushed over, threw herself on Fuchen, and cried, "Junior sister!"
Fuchen was untied by his senior sister and asked, "When did Senior Brother's head turn gray?"
The senior sister was stunned for a moment, looked into the room, hesitated for a moment, and said, "After you leave."
Fuchen understood, and then asked, "What kind of wood is the best for making a coffin?"
