Sure enough, in my memory, the boy I taught was a junior medical practitioner.
Dong Yexian was pushed into the haystack by Jiang Suyi. When he climbed out, he saw a girl in colorful clothes smiling at a monk in red clothes, and felt a little uncomfortable.
He hugged Jiang Su's calf, pouted, and said in a milky voice: "Diedie, who is this?!"
"..."
Jiang Su almost forgot about this kid!
Fang Zhe frowned slightly, squatted down, and picked up Dong Yexian with one hand, "Who is this? A demon cultivator who is almost a thousand years old, how could he call you..."
Older than me.
Jiang Su twitched the corner of his mouth and said awkwardly: "Ah..., Fang Zhe, you know."
This was not the first time that she had someone call her daddy. This feeling of pleasure could not be appreciated by others, only a transcendent soul like her could understand.
Fang Zhe curled up the corners of his lips and tilted his jaw slightly.
Dong Yexian saw the two men being stunned again, and threw a few stones at Fang Zhe's feet while struggling. The barrier rose instantly, and he jumped suddenly...
Didn't jump out.
Fang Zhe's hands that grabbed him were like a hill, fixing him in the air, unable to move at all.
Dongye Xian touched his nose and untied the barrier again.
Fang Zhe watched what he did in silence, feeling extremely puzzled, "Are you a formation cultivator?"
"Humph, that's natural. I am Dongye Xian, the Dongye family of the Northern Territory!"
The little dwarf roared at Fang Zhe angrily, like a temperamental puppy.
The red-clothed monk was thoughtful and murmured to himself: "No wonder."
"What's the wonder?!" Dongye Xian asked.
“Very noisy.”
"..."
Formation Dao is a master of hundreds of ways. Those who are teachers tend to be... nagging. Formation cultivators really like to reason with others.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, stinking monk, I'll do my best for you!!!" Dong Yexian opened his teeth and moved wildly, even wanting to bite his folded hand with his teeth.
Jiang Su silently raised the knife, and the blade passed through Zaizi's clothes. She swung it hard and threw Dong Yexian to an unknown place in the field.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
The girl in colorful clothes holds two blades in her hands, bends her waist slightly, holds an arrow on the string, and is ready to go.
"Hey, Fang Zhe, fight with me."
Fang Zhe was stunned at first, and then he keenly noticed the overflowing spiritual power in her body, and without saying a word, he drew out his Cold-Destroying Broken Sword.
"Well, let's make a quick decision."
Jiang Su has not yet experienced the thunder tribulation, and his body cannot support the spiritual power that far exceeds that of the transformed god. There is a possibility of being exploded by the spiritual power at almost any time.
She now needs a hearty battle to use up the excess spiritual energy.
Fang Zhe had a sudden attack and slashed at the girl with his remaining sword.
Jiang Su's ears moved slightly, listening to the sound of wind and the sound of swords. He crossed his two blades in front of his body to block this man's huge power.
"Thirty-six Tiangang Styles?!"
Fang Zhe used the same sword technique that he had taught her in the past.
"Well, let's see how you use it."
Before he finished speaking, the man held a long knife and had already slashed vertically in the second move. The red clothes flew up, raised his hands and turned his wrists, turned sideways, and the cold light came instantly.
In this scene, he danced under the tree that day with the help of his incomplete memory, the sword rustling in the wind.
The sword opened and closed widely, and the surging killing intent spread from under the blade to all directions.
Jiang Su opened his double blades and concentrated most of his spiritual energy on one blade to resist. On the other, he took the man away with the blade, flipped over and stabbed him in the abdomen.
The girl's sword style is subtle, not like the leisurely wind traveling through the sky and earth, but more like the swift wind passing through the hall.
Her murderous intent is not enough to resist the man's murderous intent.
This guy is a crazy swordsman. He probably saved more lives than he saved! His murderous aura could condense into liquid, but he was in a bad mood and it started to rain.
The third move is a combination of ups and downs. Fang Zhe carries the knife and spins to avoid the girl's vertical stab. Jiang Su also uses the same move to bluntly wear off a little of his sword style, and finally relies on his own
It's petite in stature and specializes in hitting his lower body.
"..."
"You don't have to use this method."
Jiang Su's style of play is too dirty...he specializes in playing the third lane, who taught him this?!
The girl in colorful clothes slightly raised her lips, "I only want the most effective method, no matter if he does it cleanly or not?"
Fang Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped forward with his body movement, and grabbed the girl's knife.
"In this case, we can end it."
Jiang Su realized that her sword was no longer useful to her, so the only option was to abandon it. She decisively let go and directly used her usual magic weapon.
The former six-turn furnace!
Jiang Su was so anxious that he directly held the ears of the furnace and slammed the copper furnace against Fang Zhe. However, this man also practiced physical training, and the effects of force were mutual. When the copper furnace touched Fang Zhe, it was Jiang Su.
When Su was flown out!
"Depend on!"
She cursed silently.
She knew she couldn't beat this man!
My own exhilaration is just his warm-up!
"Harm...is this the ceiling of force in the world of cultivation?"
Jiang Su was thrown away not far away, and almost at the same time, Fang Zhe grabbed the silk thread behind her, stretched the magical weapon infinitely, and just allowed this man to bring his master back to his original position.
Dong Yexian looked at the girl in colorful clothes who originally ran towards his field and flew back in an instant.
He didn't hold back at all and started crying while sitting on the ground.
Jiang Su fell to the ground again. This time he exhausted all his spiritual power. His legs went weak and he sat tremblingly aside.
"Fang Zhe, you are very capable." She sighed.
The red monk squatted beside her, re-inserted the two blades, restored them to the shape of a blind stick, and handed them to her hands.
"Little doctor, you have become more powerful."
In the past, Jiang Su had no way of making a single move under his hands.
Jiang Su lay lazily on the spot, stroking the bottle in his sleeve with his fingers, and poured most of the Spirit Storage Pill into his stomach.
"They are all transformed into gods. If I don't become more powerful and ascend to the upper realm, I will be bullied to death."
She let out a long sigh, "I'm just a medical practitioner...very fragile."
Suddenly thinking of what Tiandao said, she was silent for a moment, grabbed Fang Zhe's sleeve and pulled it.
"Huh?" The man looked at her puzzled.
Fang Zhe sat on the ground, took the little medical practitioner straightly, let her rest on his legs, and covered most of her body with his wide red sleeves.
"You..." She paused.
"Can you ascend with me?"
Fang Zhe had never thought about the issue of ascension. He always believed that this was all a matter of chance, and when the time came, he would naturally go where he should go.
He has so many lives on his hands that he deserves to be sent to eternal hell.
"how."
He knew that Jiang Su's sudden remark was definitely not unintentional and something might have happened.
"It's nothing, it's just that I feel that my cultivation speed is too fast. All kinds of opportunities have been put together. In less than a year, I have been promoted from foundation building to god transformation. This speed is too ridiculous."
"It seems like someone is urging me to go to the upper world."
As she spoke, she pointed to the sky.
Fang Zhi followed her fingertips and looked up at the sky.
"You are young, so you won't grow taller if you ascend."
"..."
Thank you, it is indeed a crazy sword. It cut off my dream of ascension with one sentence, and I already want to stay in the world of cultivation.