Fang Yunzheng knocked his son's forehead with a finger: "Are you a pig? How many old men do you have??"

Fang Che immediately understood and touched his forehead and said, "But the Eastern Military Advisor shouldn't be needed, right? Every time he sees him, he is calm and full of energy."

Fang Yunzheng said: "You know, I'm afraid that among our group, he is the one who has the biggest loss! What we lose is our physical cultivation, and what he loses is our soul and soul!"

Fang Che nodded silently.

"I just felt that your spiritual energy is extremely beneficial to the soul and soul!"

Fang Yun said righteously: "So, it is more useful to the old man Dongfang Sansan... Lao Bi... old guy than to us."

It can be heard that Fang Laoliu wanted to curse "Old Cy" but he changed his words temporarily and couldn't curse it.

I should be embarrassed.

Or are you concerned about your image and afraid of losing your demeanor in front of your son?

Before Fang Che could think about it, he saw that his father had already stood up, kicked his legs, and moved his wrist a few times before he hooked his fingers with revenge: "Now, it's my turn, my good son!"

Fang Che was beaten up by his father all night!

I kept beating until the early morning and the sky was dim.

Only then did he leave with scars.

But, this is just the beginning.

Because when saying goodbye, Fang Yunzheng specifically reminded: "You have been wandering around thousands of miles in the vicinity these days. If you settle down, send me a message and I will beat you up."

Fang Che's face was twisted: "I think you can change the word, such as helping me practice qigong, temper my body, etc."

"no!"

Fang Yunzheng refused firmly.

He felt that he had a better feeling when using the word "beat".

When Fang Che left, he really felt a pain all over his body. This time, my father was tempering his internal organs together!

Fang Che couldn't help but sigh: It's not my own father, others can't take this action.

Fang Che sighed as he went all the way to find his patrol team in the wind.

Of course, I didn’t just get beaten last night.

During the beating, the two of them were also discussing the connection between the soul-sharing jade, the divine formless jade, and each other.

But although Fang Yunzheng is knowledgeable, it is impossible for him to know this core secret that belongs to the Orthodox Church.

Only one thing is certain: the soul-sharing jade should be able to sense the Yin Demon.

However, it is necessary to start reviving when the Yin Demon begins to recover. At this moment, when the soul is completely silent, it will not be sensed at all.

Fang Yunzheng expressed pessimism about whether the soul-dividing jade can be linked to other divine formless jades.

As for why Fang Che was able to sense it, Fang Yun gave a conclusion after careful study: "You may be different from others."

Fang Che asked what the difference was.

Fang Yunzheng said with some uncertainty: "The above... seems to be a bit divine."

He hesitated: "It's a bit similar to what I felt when I was struck by thunder, but it's absolutely different. The only thing that is certain is that this is definitely not a human feeling."

Fang Yunzheng was vague, but Fang Che knew very well.

It seems that it is because of those two small iron pieces...

However, except for the Yin Demon, the evil sword and the succubus' divine jade have never been in contact with Xiao Tiepian.

Therefore, Fang Che lost the idea of ​​using this piece of soul-dividing jade to connect the divine formless jade of the three demons at the same time.

But then I thought: These three demons died together, maybe they were buried together.

Maybe, finding one is finding everything.

However, Fang Yunzheng once again denied Fang Che's statement.

"It's not something that comes to resurrect wherever you die. These are two things."

"For example, did Sun Wutian involve others when he was resurrected? No?"

Although Fang Che was unwilling to accept his father's statement, he could only admit that it made sense.

After all, my father walked more bridges than he had walked, and he had eaten more salt than he had eaten, so what he said must make sense.

Fang Che never argued about this.

So in addition to patroling and using spiritual scanning to search for the earth, Fang Che also had another thing: beating!

Fang Yunzheng's beating is different from Xue Fuxiao's beating.

方云正的揍,是那种充满了父爱的揍.很认真的,很细致的,很仔细的,从里到外的就好像绣花一样的揍.

A beating that will not be left at any place.

He was respected by Fang Che as saying: his own father’s beating!

Really, even if you were beaten by someone else, even if you were beaten by Sun Wutian, you would not be beaten so carefully.

Moreover, while Fang Yun was beating, he also used his spiritual power to move Fang Che's body, muscles, and bones.

Do everything possible to strengthen the strength of the body, or prepare for the strength of the body in the future to increase the strength of the body.

Within three thousand miles, more than twenty guarding the hall.

Fang Che spent twelve days to inspect, and the corresponding one was to be beaten and twelve days, totaling 248 times.

Fang Che truly realized what a father is.

What is fatherly love like a mountain?

It’s not that Fang Yunzheng doesn’t want to continue beating, nor that Fang Che has exceeded Fang Yunzheng’s attack range. With Fang Yunzheng’s footsteps, even the farthest Baiwuzhou can do two round trips a day.

And it won't delay the time to beat Fang Che.

The reason why Fang Yunzheng interrupted his education on his son's love was another emergencies.

Sun Wutian is here!

Sun Wutian came excitedly with the urgency to beat Fang Che!

And he almost found that Fang Yunzheng was also excited to beat his son.

Fang Yunzheng could only look at Sun Wutian with his eyes on him and took the place where he beat his son.

Hate!

Damn Old Demon Sun!

Fang Yun was watching Sun Wutian who suddenly appeared, and was stolen like a sad young wife...

Another poor man was kicked away at that moment...

Fang Che was waiting for his father to come in the jungle.

At the same time, he was moving his hands and feet joints. At the same time, he was holding a knife and silently running the Antian sword technique.

Then.

Fang Che saw an old face in a confused look and appeared in front of him with relief.

Sun Wutian said amiably: "Yes, it seems that you are working hard in your daily life. Your cultivation level is very good."

Fang Che felt the familiar and cruel aura, and the more familiar murderous aura of corpses and blood, and immediately realized that this was not my father pretending to be joking with him.

Dad won't make such jokes.

This is the old devil who is really here.

He hurriedly bowed respectfully: "Disciple, please see the ancestor... Master, where have you been there during this period? I really miss you very much."

Sun Wutian rolled his eyes and said, "How can I not know how much you miss me? How much news you sent these days is not that I can't see it, I just don't bother paying attention to you."

Indeed, Fang Che's greetings every now and then were routine operations.

"It's great that the ancestor has come back. I've been so busy for a while."

Fang Che diligently stepped forward and helped the old devil sit down. How could he use his cultivation to help him?

But the other party's intention was very helpful.

Then Fang Che quickly started looking for tea in a hurry: "Master, should you drink the clouds and mist outside the sky?"

The clouds and mist outside the sky are Sun Wutian’s favorite tea.

Sun Wutian rolled his eyes and cursed: "What kind of tea do you drink in this wilderness? You're confused."

"Yes, yes, the disciple is confused. I am so happy to see the ancestor."

Sun Wutian stood up from the tree stump that had just been helped, walked to Fang Che with his hands behind his back, looked up and down, and was very satisfied: "It seems that you have not been lazy during this period."

"Not only did this cultivation level jump a thousand miles, but even the strength of the body can keep up. It's beyond my expectations."

Sun Wutian was indeed very surprised.
To be continued...