Futianmu watched Jiang Yun fly away at high speed, with approval flashing in his eyes, and said: "Although the little girl only has level five spiritual power, she has mastered the art of controlling spirits, and the spiritual weapons she controls are strange and powerful.
It’s not small.”
Fu Fangyu was very happy when he heard his father praising Jiang Yun. He raised his head again and echoed: "What dad said is that Miss Xiaoyun's spiritual weapon is extremely sharp. She just scratched it lightly and cut off both hands."
The head of a snow tiger. Not only that, she also raised a little monster with a transparent body and extraordinary spiritual power. It instantly froze the little priest with the sixth level spiritual power of the Snow Mountain Monster..."
Fu Fangyu kept chattering, with a fascinated look on his face, and Jiang Yun's breathtaking and moving figure seemed to appear in his eyes. He just kept praising him, but he didn't notice the increasing look on his father Fu Tianmu's thin face.
The uglier it becomes.
"Hmph, Yu'er! You still have the nerve to tell me that a dignified man from our Xing Village was actually rescued by a female disciple from Lingyue Palace. You're not afraid of being embarrassed by saying it!" As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a close man behind him came.
The burly man ran up and did not get off his mount. He just leaned over and grabbed Fu Fangyu's arm with his big hand, and lifted him onto the mount.
"Humph, take them back. Thousands of people and horses will be drafted in three days, and let him finish it all by himself!" Futianmu said sternly, without any room for maneuver. After saying these words, he rode the purple-winged dragon horse towards the large army.
Speed past.
The big man's voice was deep, and he must be Fu Tianmu's close disciple. He said to Fu Tianyu, "Young Master is offended!" He pressed him hard on his mount, and drove him after Fu Tianmu. When the other big men saw this, they did not dare to do anything.
No matter how long they stay, they all ride their mounts, fly or run, and gallop towards the large army.
Fu Fangyu complained repeatedly in his heart, and his face turned into an eggplant with pain. He knew that the reason why his father was angry was that he had lost the face of Dixing Village. You must know that his father, as the East Star Master of Dixing Village, was a
People who want to be strong and good at face are extremely important.
As the son of the leader of the Dixing Village, he was actually rescued by a little female disciple of Lingyue Palace. If he was going to leave, where would he put his face?
Therefore, Fu Tianmu made up his mind to take this opportunity to punish Fu Fangyu and let him have a longer memory so that he would not have too much fun practicing spiritual magic in the future.
Fu Tianmu spoke like a mountain, and after Fu Fangyu was captured, he took on the hard work of drinking water for the whole team.
As soon as it dawned in the morning, Fu Fangyu got up from his tent early, with a large iron bucket hanging on his left arm, a large iron bucket hanging on his right arm, and one in each of his left and right hands.
Fu Fangyu mobilized the fifth-level spiritual power in his arms and palms. The four iron buckets filled with water should weigh a thousand kilograms. At the beginning, the fifth-level spiritual power seemed to be more than enough. In the first ten or so trips, although Fu Fangyu
I can't say that I can walk as fast as flying, but I can still walk on the plains in the mountains and jungles.
However, his spiritual power was gradually decreasing, and his physical strength was gradually declining. By the 20th trip, that is, at noon, Fu Fangyu gradually felt exhausted and soreness quietly came over him.
After persisting for a long time, at dusk, Fu Fangyu was exhausted and sat down on the ground unable to get up.
Father Fu Tianmu walked over from a distance, with a pair of magic weapon hammers stuck behind his back, and he grabbed a long black whip in his hand at some point.
"Hmph, you spent a whole day picking out only more than eighty buckets of water. The entire team of disciples used seventy buckets of water for their lunch meal. What do you want everyone to cook with for dinner?"
"Daddy, I really don't have any strength anymore!" Fu Fangyu looked depressed and said pleadingly.
"Humph, you don't have the strength? You have to use up all your strength to chase the girl from Lingyue Palace." Futianmu said this with anger on his face and the goatee on his chin trembling, "Stop talking nonsense.
Today's task will only be considered completed if you carry eighty buckets of water. If not, you will not be allowed to eat or sleep!"
"Dad, I really don't have the strength anymore, please don't force me!" When Fu Fangyu said this, he showed his temper and muttered: "If my mother were here, she would definitely feel sorry for me."
Although the voice was very small, it was still heard by Futianmu. Futianmu suddenly became furious, his cheeks puffed up with anger, his eyes gleamed, and he shouted: "Your mother! I get angry when I talk about your mother. These are the things that make me angry."
Over the years, she has pampered you everywhere, how has she spoiled you?"
As he said that, he glanced at Fu Fangyu and cursed: "Look at you dressed as a young man and a pretty boy, how can you still have the manliness to stand upright and gallop on the battlefield? All the disciples of my Xingzhai are tigers and wolves.
Lion, who commands troops on the battlefield and is powerful in the Chinese mainland, how can there be such a weak and elegant character like you!"
After a few words, Fu Fangyu was speechless. His face was bruised and red, and he was very embarrassed. Despite being scolded like this, Fu Fangyu still sat on the ground unable to get up, just trying to catch his breath.
Fu Tianmu taught him a lesson for a long time, but he didn't expect Fu Fangyu to be indifferent. He became even more furious. He raised his big hand, the wind howled, and the thin black whip in his hand flew out like a python spitting out a message. It was about to fall on Fu Fang.
On Yu's body.
This long whip was swung with several layers of spiritual power condensed on it. It was so powerful that if it hit Fu Fangyu, his skin and flesh would be torn apart.
At this critical moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air. Then a very strong spiritual energy was felt in the air, which sent chills all over the body. An invisible force suddenly grabbed the long whip.
From an outsider's perspective, the thin black whip was waving in the air, still maintaining a winding posture, but it seemed to be tightly held by something invisible and could not fall down, which was extremely weird.
At this time, a powerful voice came from far and near. Its sound was like a loud bell, deafening and deafening.
"Lao San, you are beating your son again!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the clouds and mist in mid-air being broken through, and a mighty beast, the Lihuo Qilin, whose whole body was as red as fire, stepped on the void with its four hooves and flew over. On the back of the Lihuo Qilin sat an old man in his sixties. The old man was wearing a white robe.
He has a childlike face with crane hair, a fluttering white beard, and an awe-inspiring look. Looking at his whole image, he looks like he is a nine-day immortal descending to earth.
The old man was holding a broken blue staff that was shining with bright white light. The staff was pointing this way. The invisible force pulling the long whip came from this staff.
After the Lihuo Qilin, a giant cyan bird followed closely. The aura around the giant bird fluctuated, it flapped its huge wings like clouds, and cried out for a long time. Its sound penetrated the cracked gold and stone and resounded throughout the world.
According to legend, this giant bird comes from the Holy Land of Nine Heavens and is named Taixu Qingluan. Its wings are so powerful that when fighting an enemy, by swinging its wings, it can set off a violent hurricane and sweep hundreds of enemies flying to death at once.
There is also a person sitting on Taixu Qingluan. This person is a man in his fifties. He is rich and handsome, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He has a handsome face. He has a Chinese character face and a short beard. His head is slightly raised, and his face has a cold expression.
This person is holding a divine halberd, which is ten feet square. There is a faint blue light flashing at the top that is transformed into the soul of a tiger and a dragon. It is very magical. Little does anyone know that this divine halberd is called a halberd of tiger soul and dragon soul. It is made from the ancient demon tiger and the nine-day demon dragon.
Forged from the soul, it has extraordinary power.
Soon Lihuo Qilin and Taixu Qingluan flew forward, and the sixty-year-old man and the fifty-year-old man flew down one after another and landed in front of Futianmu. Lihuo Qilin and Taixu Qingluan slowly walked aside to wait.
The sixty-year-old man had a calm expression and a stern expression. He pointed lightly at the Sky-breaking Staff in his hand, and the invisible force pulling on the thin black whip disappeared.
Futianmu hurriedly took back the whip, and had no time to teach his son a lesson. He quickly turned around and bowed to the sixty-year-old man, and said, "Fortress leader, I didn't expect you to come so quickly!"
Then he said to the man in his fifties: "Big brother is here too." After saying that, he stood up.
The sixty-year-old man nodded, and the fifty-year-old man glanced at the sixty-year-old man, smiled at Futianmu and said, "This alliance discussion with Lingyue Palace is extremely important, so the leader of the village came in person, fearing that something might happen in the process.
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The sixty-year-old man nodded when he heard the words, smoothed his long white beard with his hands, and with a red face, nodded and said: "Yes, the godsend demons have entered the mainland of China in large numbers this time, and they must have a plan. And the places where they sneaked in in large numbers are exactly the same.
It's around Lingyue Palace's sphere of influence. It's simply too strange. The God-given Demon must be planning a big move, so I don't dare to hesitate at all, so I act resolutely and come here in person."
As the sixty-year-old man spoke, he also glanced at the fifty-year-old man and said to Fu Tianmu, "Your eldest brother is worried about my safety and insists on coming with me in person. It doesn't matter, there are two and four soldiers stationed on the border, so we are not afraid of the invasion of the God-given demon army."
Among the two people who came, the sixty-year-old man was Si Qiubai, the leader of Dixing Village. Si Qiubai had cultivated to the tenth level of spiritual power. He used the Breaking Cang Staff as a spiritual weapon and learned the "Light of Freedom" and "Magic Power".
The three super powerful spells, "Light of Summoning" and "Light of Summoning", have the power to destroy heaven and earth, and are extremely powerful.
The man in his fifties is Dongguo Wenxuan, the eldest North Star Lord in the Dixing Village, who is in charge of the North Star lineage. He is free and easy by nature. He has cultivated to the eighth level of spiritual power. He uses the tiger soul and dragon soul halberd as a spiritual weapon. His famous magic technique is "Infinite Silence".
"Tiger Soul Slash" and "Dragon Soul Stab" are also extraordinary.
The leader of Dixing Village, Si Qiubai, held the Sky-breaking Staff and stood gently. A buzzing and trilling sound came from the top of the staff. He was tall and his voice was like a bell, sonorous and powerful. He asked: "Lao San, you lead Dongxing
The disciples of this lineage have been here for many days, but what have they discovered?"
Fu Tianmu raised his hands and replied respectfully: "Fortress Master, I led the Dongxing lineage to this place. I have already attacked many snow mountain monsters in the nearby area, and successfully killed hundreds of monsters. The record is still good. It's just that these monsters
They are extremely cunning and their whereabouts are very secretive. Most of them hide in ravines and jungle areas and are difficult to find. Moreover, their mechanical skills are so powerful that it is difficult to kill them all."
Si Qiubai nodded when he heard this, stroking his long white beard with his big hand, and said: "Well, our disciples in Dixing Village alone cannot completely kill the God-given Demon. There are many ravines and jungles in the plains of different Xingzhai villages here.
The terrain is extremely complicated. Therefore, we must unite with Lingyue Palace to completely kill the invading Tianci Demon."
When Si Qiubai said this, he turned to look at Dongguo Wenxuan and said, "Boss, you will make arrangements for the visit to Lingyue Palace today and hand our invitations to the master of Lingyue Palace, Wu Lingzi, as soon as possible."
When Dong Guo Wenxuan heard this, he looked respectful and replied: "I follow the command of the leader of the village."
Si Qiubai nodded. At this time, his eyes fell on Fu Fangyu who was kneeling on the ground. He frowned slightly and scolded Fu Tianmu: "Third brother, why did you hit your son again? I have bumped into you at least ten times.
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Futianmu stared at Fu Fangyu fiercely, and then said to Si Qiubai: "The village leader doesn't know something, this guy is simply too mud to hold up the wall. He actually left the team privately this time, and was attacked by the Snow Mountain Monster.
After killing several disciples, he was the only one left to come back alive."
As he spoke, he sighed heavily, his thin face turned purple, and his face seemed dull, and he continued: "The most annoying thing is that he was rescued by a little female disciple of Lingyue Palace, and was even escorted back by that female disciple. Oops.
, as the Lord of the East Star of Dixing Village, I am really old and shameless!"
Si Qiubai said "Oh" and said lightly: "So there are so many talents in Lingyue Palace, and even a little female disciple has such profound spiritual skills?"
Without waiting for Fu Tianmu to answer, Fu Fangyu answered first: "Mr. Village Master, you don't know. That girl Xiaoyun is not an ordinary little female disciple of Lingyue Palace. She has profound magic skills, extraordinary spiritual weapons, and she also raised a child."
The little spirit beast is very powerful."
As soon as Fu Fangyu mentioned Jiang Yun, his face couldn't help but smile. The tiredness of carrying water had long since dissipated.
Si Qiubai listened carefully to Fu Fangyu's words, and by observing his words and expressions, he saw the clues. He thought for a moment, and then asked Fu Fangyu: "I guess that girl Xiao Yun is not only profound in spiritual skills, but also very beautiful?"
Fu Fangyu said in surprise: "Master of the village...you...how do you know? Miss Xiaoyun is not just beautiful, she is simply extremely talented. It is difficult to find another woman in the world who can compare with her."
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With a smile on his face, Si Qiubai continued to ask, "Do you have any intention of liking her, Yu'er?"
Fu Fangyu's face turned red when he heard this, and he timidly said: "Such a stunning woman, any man in the world will fall in love with her once he sees her." As he spoke, his mind was filled with daydreams, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.
Si Qiubai nodded, stroked his beard, and asked with a smile: "Then are you willing to marry Miss Xiaoyun?"
Fu Fangyu was still immersed in his own reverie. He didn't wake up for a while after hearing this, and murmured: "Marry her as your wife, marry her as your wife..." Suddenly he was startled, his eyes shone with light, and he was delighted.
Not feeling victorious, he jumped up from the ground and shouted: "Zhao Master, what do you mean, marry Miss Xiaoyun?"
"Well, that's right. Are you willing to marry that girl Xiaoyun?" Si Qiubai nodded and asked clearly.
"Yes, of course I am willing. As long as I can marry Miss Xiaoyun, I won't hesitate to go through the mountains of swords and the sea of fire!"
Fu Fangyu clenched his fists and seemed a little nervous, as if he was swearing to God.