Fang Che and ten other people stood at attention at the same time.
"Today, I grant to Fang Che, Sing in the Rain, Mo Gan Yun, East Cloud Jade, Autumn Clouds, Well Double High, Wind to the East, Snow Ten Thousand Ren, Night Dream, Zhao Ying'er ten people, the title of guardian. Specially awarded, guardian
Gold-edged badge!”
"Fang Che's guardian serial number, 988...999."
"Singin' in the Rain serial number..."
Fang Che counted the numbers and couldn't help but click his tongue. Eleven digits! It ranked outside of tens of billions, and even outside of ninety billion.
This number gave Fang Che a sense of heaviness.
More than 90 billion... In this huge number, how many serial numbers among them have been sacrificed and do not exist?
I'm afraid it will be the vast majority of these numbers, right?
With several glittering gold-rimmed badges of outer stars pinned on the chest, the ceremony was officially completed.
On the front is a circle of gold-rimmed serial numbers, with swords crossed in the middle, holding up the sun, moon and clouds, shining brightly.
There are several words engraved on the back.
Bibo City, Fang Che.
Iron, copper, silver, gold, then iron, copper, silver, gold, and jade.
There are nine levels of guardians.
And Phnom Penh is honor.
What Fang Che and others have now received is the Star Iron Medal. It is already on top of the ordinary Guardian Gold Medal, with a layer of gold rim, indicating that they have achieved immortal merit.
The star iron plate cannot be damaged under normal circumstances. After death, it will be registered according to the guardian badge.
Fang Che couldn't help but sigh.
Even he himself didn't know why he sighed.
An Ruoxing said: "I will give you three days to repair. After three days, a new task will be issued."
"yes."
The ceremony is completed.
An Ruoxing did not leave, however. He walked forward and looked at the badges on the chests of the ten people with a complicated look on his face.
He said softly: "You yourselves know that, and you have already learned some of the news. Being a guardian is an honor, but it is also a responsibility. This sign represents... you are no longer in charge of your own life and death."
An Ruoxing took two steps back and raised her hands in salute.
"I hope each of you returns safely!"
Then he turned around and strode away.
Fang Che turned around, looked at the brothers opposite, and smiled: "Are you happy? You have become a guardian?"
"Happy!"
Mo Ganyun laughed loudly and looked at the medal on his chest with treasure: "Boss, do you know that this medal is called... a gold medal for death by many people on the mainland."
"But it is our lifelong pursuit and lifelong career!"
"Qualified gold medal...hahahaha..."
The brothers laughed together.
"Boss, there are not enough people killed during the life and death inspection."
Mo Ganyun smiled and said: "Actually...those who call this Guardian Medal a quasi-death medal...even if they have not committed any crime, I still want to kill them!"
He said this with a smile.
However, the voice was extremely cold.
And he said it through gritted teeth.
Fang Che could only remain silent about this.
He wants to kill too!
But those people really can't be killed... What's their crime? They didn't do anything, they were just talkative, and they just said a certain death medal.
They don't even understand what this sign represents, so you just kill them?
This is obviously impossible.
But for the guardian, these four words really make his heart freeze after hearing them!
Labor and capital have been working in extremely cold places for generations to protect the safety of this continent. Generations of the entire family have shed blood on the battlefield. Some people have not even enjoyed a day of prosperity in their entire lives...
How could he be so insulted by the mainland people he protects?
A quasi-death gold medal?
"There are many people in mainland China...there are also many people's hearts, and there are many darkness in human nature..."
Fang Che could only smile: "Dragon and phoenix flying in the nine heavens, why do you care about a word from an ant?"
"But one day I might die fighting for them."
Don't dare to say that you are unwilling to do so.
"No, even if you die in battle one day, you will die fighting for our family and the people we care about!"
Fang Che showed a smile: "As for those who talk about the gold medal of death... they are not worthy! Even after we die, they offer us a stick of incense... the incense is stinky. Heroic spirits will not accept it!"
"Hahahaha... these words relieve my anger."
Fang Che said: "But since we are all guardians now, and it is possible that we will part ways in three days... So, there is not much time, let's seize the time to discuss and learn from each other."
He grinned: "Seven of you, come together! Let me tell you in advance, I will not hold back. The people you face in the future may not be as cruel as I am now!"
"good!"
All seven people know that this is the last special training before separation!
I suddenly became very interested.
Take the cards off your chest and put them aside lovingly.
Seven people roared and rushed forward at the same time.
…
Fang Che drank a cup of tea.
Waiting for news from Yan Beihan.
While waiting to meet Yan Beihan, Mo Ganyun and seven other people were madly attacked by him twelve times!
This time, I really went to the fatal place!
One punch can knock you out!
Wake up and spar again. If the problem persists, punch him and knock him out again.
The third time you don’t change it, that is, you will punch and kick without mercy, and you will not be allowed to faint until you are dead!
All seven people used fists, kicks, weapons, life-saving tricks, and ways to make money, and the boss of the other side was equally merciless.
But... the flaw in the move was hit hard by Fang Che.
Even if there are no loopholes, we must create loopholes to attack.
Before noon, I had to lie down twelve times.
"Every time you lie down, remember it! If you go to the secret realm, you will most likely die because of this!"
Fang Che held the tea cup and looked at the seven people lying on the ground.
"In these three days, I will find out the causes of your death, and then you will find your own ways to make up for it!"
"If you can't make up for it, you should put something in the corresponding place that can withstand attacks and save your life!"
"I have to say that your entry during this period has made me a little disappointed!"
When Fang Che spoke, he hated that iron could not become steel.
Seven people were lying on the ground with their heads hanging down.
They feel that their combat experience has been enriched to a certain extent.
But with Boss Fang’s combat experience... how could he make it so natural?
What kind of intensive life-and-death battle is required to achieve this?
"The same way of fighting... the same people who integrate instinct into all fighting and killing. I have only seen it in a few of my grandfathers."
Feng Xiangdong sighed: "Boss Fang, how did you do it?"
Song in the Rain said: "Are you talking about those grandpas and grandpas like Fengdao, Fengshuang, Wind King, Wind Emperor?"
The wind nods eastward.
He chuckled and said: "Boss Fang, you don't know that each generation of our three major families, Feng Yuxue, has a reserved domineering name, which is not allowed for ordinary children to use!"
"Only after you stand out in the family can you be qualified to be called that name."
"Some names, if one generation of the family fails to meet the requirements, will be sealed and will not be used casually."
"For example, my names are Feng Xiangdong, Snow Ten Thousand Ren, and Sing in the Rain. In fact, compared to the names of our peers in the family, our three names are considered to be superior, but they cannot reach the level of honorable titles."
Fang Che said: "No wonder you are so hopeless. It turns out you can't even get a good name."
"Our Feng family still has several names sealed. I've set my sights on one of them and am ready to fight for it."
The wind is eastward.
"What name?"
"Wind Saint!"
Song in the Rain laughed: "How dare you think... Feng Xiangdong, if you can get the Wind Saint, I will get the Rain God."
Xue Wanren said dejectedly: "Then am I going to fight for the Snow Emperor? I don't even dare to think about it..."
Dongyun Yudao: "Our boss also has a name, I have always wanted it."
Everyone asked in unison: "What's your name?"
"East Sword!"
Dong Yunyu said yearningly: "I have liked this name for a long time."
Everyone was silent.
After a long while, Fang Che said leisurely: "I guess this name... you don't have to fight for it, it will come naturally to you."
Everyone nodded together.
What Boss Fang said makes perfect sense.
"It's almost time to rest, take medicine quickly to recover, come back a few more times!"
After Fang Che beat Yu Zhongge and others eight times again, the news about Yan Beihan came.
"Night Demon, where are you?"
Fang Che immediately summoned everyone: "Hurry up, take the elixir, do it again, and I'll go out to do something."
The seven people who had been beaten to death were on the verge of crying: "Boss Fang, you go now..."
"No!"
Fang Che's eyes stood up: "Hurry!"
After beating the seven dehumanized people once again, they gave them a good beating.
Fang Che walked away: "Continue in the afternoon!"
Seven people lay on the ground crying without tears.
"Brother... we can't continue..."
Feng Xiangdong even burst into tears: "...Now I just want to go to the secret realm to fight..."
One sentence expressed the sentiments of everyone.
Everyone else nodded repeatedly.
I really would rather fight for my life than be ravaged like this by Boss Fang again...
"I was beaten twenty times in one morning!"
Mo Ganyun silently asked the sky...
"Ling Chi feels better than this..."
Sing in the rain.
"In three days, labor and management will truly be out of trouble!"
Dong Yunyu said full of yearning.
"There are still two and a half days..."
His whole body was paralyzed on the autumn clouds, and he looked at the sky with dull eyes.
Ye Meng kindly reminded: "You should also practice more in the evenings these days."
"ah!!"
Seven people screamed at the same time.
…
Fang Che transformed into a night devil again and came to Yanhui Tower.
This time, there were only Yan Beihan and Aunt Hong.
And Yan Beihan came up with three plans, which were plans for the next Outer World Mountain Gate.
Yan Beihan prepared three goals.
They are Futu Mountain Gate, Huanmeng Mountain Gate, and Xiaoyao Mountain Gate.
"Night Demon, look at these three pieces of information, which one is best to target?"
Yan Beihan asked humbly.
"What do you mean, Master Yan?"
"What I mean is to target the Futu Mountain Gate."
Yan Beihan said: "Although these three mountain gates are tied together, they have strong and weak strengths. Futu Mountain Gate is the weakest one among them."
Fang Che carefully read the information on the three mountain gates.
It is true that the Futu Mountain Gate is weaker, but its strength is comparable to the original Hanjian Mountain Gate.
But the three mountain gates frowned after reading it.
"If I were to do it, I would attack Huanmeng Mountain Gate first."
Fang Che proposed a direction that Yan Beihan had never thought of.
Because Huanmeng Mountain Sect is the strongest among the three families.
"But what we said at the beginning was to pick a soft persimmon."
Yan Beihan was a little confused: "And now Feng Yun's people have made it clear that they will not hold back, but why did you and I choose the strongest one?"
This is inconsistent with the established policy of "picking only soft persimmons".
Fang Che smiled bitterly: "Master Yan, I'm afraid you have misunderstood what I meant. What I meant was to choose a good target, the easiest one to succeed... not the weakest one."
"Although the Futu Mountain Sect has a lot of preparations, there are enough undercover agents inside, and they also have a certain amount of authority, but Master Yan, look here: the Futu Mountain Sect is jointly managed by the head and the enshrined elders."
"And these elders are all masters, masters, ancestors and even ancestors of the masters."
"In other words, the relationship here is unbreakable. Our people seem to have the authority, but there is no one among the senior elders."
"From this point of view, the power held by our people can basically be vetoed or even taken away with just one sentence."
"And the purpose of Futu Mountain Gate is here: this sword reaches the sky, it would rather break than bend; cut off the floating life, slaughter the sky!"
"So the people of Futu Mountain Sect are basically like this. Their swords are sharp and they move forward indomitably. Even the junior disciples, there are too many who would rather break than surrender. They would rather die than surrender!"
"So I don't recommend choosing Futu Mountain Gate. If you choose Futu Mountain Gate, even if you achieve your goal in the end, it will still be a tragic victory. It can be expected that it will be extremely tragic."
Fang Che said: "Xiaoyao Mountain Gate is in line with their word Xiaoyao. They only want to live a leisurely life, and have no intention of joining the Guardians or the Solipsism. They only pursue freedom and freedom, no matter where they are, it will affect them
Xiaoyao... Therefore, the people of Xiaoyao Shanmen are the most carefree and care about nothing; but they care about freedom the most."
"Once something affects their freedom, they would rather abandon everything and fight to the death to defend what they care about most."
"So these two mountain gates are not the best choice."
Fang Che paused, pointed to the plan of Huanmeng Mountain Gate and said: "And this Huanmeng Mountain Gate... judging from the name, it is easy to influence the control, and the dream... is as illusory as illusory."
"Of course we can't infer from the name of the mountain gate, but looking at the introduction, it's obvious: Huanmeng Mountain Gate has never participated in any battles. Other families have more or less experience in helping the guardians fight; but Huanmeng Mountain Gate has never participated in any battles.
Pass."
"What does this mean? It means that when they come, they don't want to offend our Solipsism at all. Secondly, they may not have a good impression of the Guardians, but they may not have a bad feeling towards our Solipsism."
"They even retain the biggest illusion about our Solipsism: they never take part in the battle, which is proof! Because no matter which side wins, they can use the same reason: We have always been absolutely neutral, so let us be neutral
What happened down there?"
"We have never offended you."
Fang Che said: "Master Yan, what can you sense from my speculation?"
Yan Beihan thought deeply: "Are they afraid of the guardians, and are they also afraid of our Solipsism?"
"Yes, they are timid!"
Fang Che said calmly: "At least, the person who made such a decision as Dream Mountain Gate is timid, hesitant, and cowardly."
"So I boldly speculate that as long as we find this person, Fantasy Mountain Gate can basically end it."
Fang Che said: "And this person is not difficult to find! Judging from the long lifespan of an advanced warrior, this person is most likely the ancestor of Huanmeng Mountain Sect."
"And the people of Huanmeng Mountain Sect, under the influence of such an ancestor...their desire to fight to the death is actually weak."
"so……"
Fang Che smiled: "This is all I thought of."
Yan Beihan's eyes were bright: "Not bad!"
She stood up and paced back and forth: "Yes, from this direction, Fantasy Mountain Gate is indeed the best place to start."
She sighed and said: "Before, someone also suggested that it would be best to attack Huanmeng Mountain Gate first, but her direction was different from yours, so... she didn't accept it."
"But what I said is based on inference. Whether the actual situation is like this or not requires a lot of investigation to make a decision."
Fang Che reminded.
"clear."
Of course Yan Beihan would not act blindly.
"Who was the person who proposed attacking Huanmeng Mountain Gate before? What was the reason?" Fang Che asked curiously.
"It's Zhou Mei'er, the general manager talent I discovered this time."
Yan Beihan said: "Her reason is that there are many factions in Huanmeng Mountain Gate, and according to the investigation, there are many... contradictions between men and women. There are too many talented disciples, and the ones who stand out are relatively outstanding, whether it is appearance, figure or temperament.
There are only three female disciples with relatively outstanding talents, so they are fighting fiercely for this, including their predecessors and their predecessors...so I proposed to start from this aspect."
Zhou Meier!
A gentle look appeared in Fang Che's heart.
Desperate eyes.
It was like smelling the aroma of wine again in my mouth. The nine glasses of wine seemed to still have a lingering fragrance in my mouth.
Thinking of Zhou Meier's fate of marriage, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart and said: "This Zhou Meier is a talent. This is also very important. Because a man can do anything for the jealousy of a woman. If he is good at it,
Utilization, this is an important means to disintegrate and fight for it!"
"I didn't expect this at all. Master Yan really has many talents under his command."
Yan Beihan also laughed and said: "Yes, Zhou Meier is indeed good. Her thoughts are very detailed and meticulous. She is just a bit cold and her personality is not very lively. But sometimes, when discussing issues, she is very deep. And
, often come up with ideas from directions that others would not think of, and are very decisive.”
Fang Che stopped talking.
Saying a kind word for Zhou Meier is enough.
To say any more would be a bit deliberate.
But it has to be said that through what he said, Yan Beihan valued Zhou Meier again.
I couldn't help but think about my arrangements after I return.
The conversation was almost over, the main business had been discussed, and Yanbei was still feeling cold.
He smiled and said: "Ye Mo, yesterday you saw me, Senior Bing, Chen Xue and others. Did you notice anything different?"
"different?"
Fang Che was a little confused.
"What's the...difference?" He really didn't see anything.
"Don't you see that we are different from before?"
Yan Beihan's eyes widened.
"No." Fang Che nodded honestly, his eyes clear and stupid.
"..."
Yan Beihan gritted his teeth and said, "I have already given them Tianyan Pills, didn't you see?"
Fang Che asked humbly: "Master Yan, where should I look at this?"
Yan Beihan's cheerful little face drooped.
He said without interest: "Look with your eyes."
"..."
Fang Che's eyes widened in confusion.
"..."
Yan Beihan rubbed his face with his white and tender hands, feeling a little weak.
Before taking it, after taking it, and after a period of digestion and nourishment...there are almost earth-shaking changes...you...why do you have eyes?
Yan Beihan really wanted to grab Fang Che by the collar and ask: You are so attentive and can analyze problems so clearly.
But when faced with a girl's transformation, you can't see anything?
Have you not noticed that the complexion on your face is more moist and delicate? Your skin is firmer? Your hair is getting younger, and even your eyes are always black and white? All traces of sword practice on your hands are gone?
That kind of wind and frost color has completely disappeared?
The whole person looks more crystal clear, more beautiful, and more youthful...
Can't you see?
Are you blind?
Poor Fang Che stared with stupid clear eyes, and finally said something against his will: "It seems... it seems... she is more beautiful..."
Yanbei Hanfeng's eyes were filled with tears, and he gritted his teeth and asked: "Where is more beautiful?"
Fang Che scratched his head, blinked, squeezed his eyes hard, and said: "It seems...anyway..."
Finally he said dejectedly: "I can't see..."
"hehe……"
Yan Bei smiled coldly: "Ye Mo, these eyes of yours..."
She dropped a bottle of elixir from the space ring on the table with a bang: "This is for you! If you eat it, it will enhance your eyesight."
Fang Che's face twisted.
It was actually a bottle of the lowest-grade Eye-Brighting Pill.
He swallowed his anger and said, "Thank you, Master Yan, for the reward."
"Eat more!"
Yan Beihan took out a row again and said angrily: "Eat it for food!"
"……All right."
Fang Che put away the Mingmu Pill without hesitation.
"What level of cultivation are you at now?" Yan Beihan asked, "Have you reached the holy level?"
"No... I am now at the fourth level of Venerable, and I am about to reach my peak."
Fang Che said.
"Too slow!"
Yan Beihan took out a bunch of resources and said, "Take them and use them."
"Thank you, Master Yan."
"Do you still have the divine metal offerings?"
"It's not much. It can still be used for a month. I use it very sparingly." Fang Che said.
In fact, depending on how it is used, it can last for more than a year.
"I'll give you another six thousand catties."
Yan Beihan once again photographed a large bucket on the floor.
Fang Che was overjoyed: "Thank you, Master Yan!"
Put it away quickly.
"Don't be stingy, don't save. Just soak them in it!" Yan Beihan taught: "Eat as much as you can, and I'll give it to you if it's gone!"
"But my subordinate will probably have a new mission soon... I probably won't see Master Yan for a long time."
Fang Che lowered his eyebrows and looked down on him.
"Then I'll give you another four thousand catties, and I'll make up ten thousand catties."
Yan Beihan took a bunch of photos again.
"Thank you, Mr. Yan! Mr. Yan is really the biggest benefactor in this humble position!"
Fang Che's mouth was filled with joy.
Yan Beihan smiled reservedly and said with some expectation: "Night Demon, let me ask you, among the women you have seen, who is the most beautiful?"