The young master of Chengyun Valley was so devastated by his wife, but his servants knew about it. It was really embarrassing. As a disciple, Ye Wuse was so embarrassed that he couldn't raise his head.
"Wuwei, don't care too much. Actually, this kind of thing is not without wealthy families. If you grew up in the Ye family, you should have heard of it. So, let's think about it, maybe Master Yijie is fine.
As for a bite, why did he get away so easily last night?” The fat white man couldn't bear to see his best friend so confused, so he patted his shoulder and comforted him.
But is this really a comfort?
Not only Gu Fenghua, Ye Yunji, Weng Yuanming and others who had been by their side were stunned and their mouths twitched violently.
Ye Wuse, who has always liked to repair cold swords, finally got retribution. He was stabbed by a cold sword in the center by a fat white man. He couldn't say a word for a long time. He really wanted to dig a hole in the ground and drill it down.
Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen were also silent. They came from wealthy families and had some knowledge of the strange habits of the children of those aristocratic families. However, this happened to Master Yijie. Thinking about his rough figure, his aura
The domineering aura that swallows thousands of miles like a tiger still makes people feel so weird.
They also have even more sympathy for Master Yijie's tragic fate. The Fengguang Funeral is indeed Fengguang Funeral!
With a heavy mood, several people returned to the yard.
After all, the relationship between master and apprentice is deep, and Master Yijie's affairs certainly make Ye Wuse feel a little embarrassed, but his eyes are still more worried.
"By the way, Master Zhong gave me a pill recipe last time. I haven't come to meditate carefully yet. I just happened to carefully ponder it while I had time." Gu Fenghua looked at Ye Wuse worriedly and did not mention it again.
As for Master Yijie, he took out the Demon Wood Cauldron again.
Last time at the Zhendan Festival, Zhong Shizhen once gave her a recipe for pills that she had thought about personally. Although Zhong Shizhen was not famous in the alchemy world, she was still a master of pills. This recipe took away half of his life's hard work, but he was also a master of pills.
There is something mysterious. Gu Fenghua took the time to think about it on the way to ride Yungu, but he still couldn't figure it out.
Anyway, I am idle now. Trying to refine it may bring some rewards. This can also divert Ye Wuse's attention, so as not to worry about his master and become even more depressed.
"When I fought with Zhan Jiuzhou yesterday, I had some insights into the Jiutian Illusion Thunder Sword. Beautiful man, come and have a fight with me." Luo Enen knew Gu Fenghua's thoughts and waved to the fat white man and said.
"That...that...well." Hearing Luo Enen's words, the fat white shiver subconsciously, but after only hesitating for a moment, he still gritted his teeth and agreed.
He knew that Luo Enen's Nine Heavens Illusion Thunder Sword had nine levels of realm. With her cultivation level at this time, of course, it was impossible to cultivate to the highest level. Finding someone to fight was indeed a good way to further improve her sword skills. But it can
She had already comprehended her, and now that her sword skills are stagnant, she is completely restricted by her cultivation.
Even though she had some insights in the competition with Zhan Jiuzhou yesterday, her cultivation level had not improved much. How could she break through her sword skills again? She just wanted to fight him to bully people.
However, in this way, it can indeed divert Ye Wuse's attention and prevent him from being too worried and ashamed. So after hesitating for a moment, the fat white man agreed.
"Come on." The fat white man pulled out his long sword. Looking at his tragic expression, he seemed to be heading to the execution ground.