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The predecessor of Wang Shujian was Saber, the patriarch of the Fang family who once beheaded several great demons. After vaguely retrieving some memories from Fang Sui's relics, this sword gradually came to life. winter cold snow.

Elder Du stared at Fang Shiyi with a pale face.

Facing Fang Shiyi... he didn't dare to move.

To kill, or not to kill?

Fang Shiyi's fingertips trembled.

Everyone around held their breath and watched the drama quietly.

After a few breaths, Wang Shu put his sword back into its sheath.

Fang Shiyi took a light breath and walked out without saying a word.The turning point before and after made everyone present stunned. Seeing that he was about to leave, the deacon disciples even forgot to stop him.

Xiao Minghe looked at the chaotic lobby, and then at Fang Shiyi's back, without much hesitation, he followed in strides, and when there was no one around him, his lips trembled slightly: "Fang Shiyi, third junior brother... ...Third Junior Brother..."

Fang Shiyi paused.

His back was facing Xiao Minghe, Xiao Minghe couldn't see his expression, only heard his hoarse voice: "He will not die in vain."

There are demons invading outside, and monsters making trouble inside, now is not the time to completely tear the skin off with Beitian Palace.

If Xiao Lin had stopped him just now, he might have killed Elder Du regardless.

But Xiao Lin didn't stop him, but supported him instead.

Fang Shiyi's hazy consciousness shrouded in clouds and mist came to his senses—Shanhaimen was his reliance, and it was also his responsibility.That part of his memory has not been fully recovered, but he still does not believe that his resurrection will be the so-called "conspiracy" of Fang Xiehong and Shanhaimen.

He didn't believe anything Xuan Mu said.

He has seen countless lives and deaths on the front line, but when the person he was extremely familiar with left, Xiao Minghe's expression was still dazed. He couldn't even think about the meaning of Fang Sui's words, and his voice was difficult: "It's really that surname." Du's..."

Fang Suyi nodded.

"What are you going to do now? Where's the younger brother?"

"..." Fang Shiyi said in a low voice, "I have something to do, and after I finish it, I will pick up my junior brother."

"What do you want to do...Fang Suyi!"

A burst of silver light burst forth, Xiao Minghe closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, Fang Suyi had already been teleported away with the teleportation talisman.

The surrounding area is empty, only the ruins left when the demons invaded.A gust of cold wind hit him, and he couldn't help shivering, feeling vaguely... ominous.

Three days later, Bai Yujing, City Lord's Mansion.

The turmoil of the outside world did not have much impact on this city of casual cultivators floating in the sky. For some reason, the rioting monster race never came to the Baiyujing area, and the nearby human cities were crowded with mortals who had fled their homes and escaped.

There are several mirrors in the City Lord's Mansion, instantly revealing Bai Yujing's situation in all directions.Although there were no problems for the time being, there were several percent more monks on patrol.

Fang Shiyi stood in front of the mirrors with his hands behind his back, looked at one of the mirrors, and remained silent.Ming Ming was no longer as naughty as usual, and slumped on his shoulder, missing Dan Dan in the city.

That mirror shows the lower city, the situation in the human city.

Immortal cultivators are fine, even if their cultivation base is not high, they still have a ray of self-protection power.Mortals could only flee in defeat, and the chaotic situation returned to a few years ago, and it was even worse.

The old man with a haggard face hugged the child tightly, and he didn't even have the strength to cry.Outside the protective circle around the city, there are dense piles of dead bones, and the air of decay has already appeared before they have been there.

"I've heard it all."

A voice suddenly sounded from behind, "Shiyi, the enmity between you and the Great Elder of Beitian Palace has spread throughout Central Continent."

The corner of Fang Shiyi's mouth twitched, and he smiled when he turned around: "Uncle Bai."

"Come to fetch the South Sea Essence?" City Lord Bai glanced left and right, but didn't see Meng Mingchao who was always sticking to Fang Shiyi's side. His eyes flickered slightly, guessing something, and didn't ask much.

Fang Shiyi rubbed his forehead wearily, and he lost all his usual airs: "I need to rest for three days before starting the alchemy furnace. Uncle Bai has been bothering me for a few days."

City Lord Bai didn't ask any questions, nodded and said, "Do what you want."

As long as Master can recover.

Fang Shiyi thought vaguely, as long as he recovers, everything will be solved.

At that time, kill the person surnamed Du, go to the junior brother, and then ask the master clearly what the reason for his resurrection is.

He is a man who should have died a long time ago, and should not have lived for someone's conspiracy.

Ming Ming chirped worriedly: "Are you okay?"

Fang Shiyi shook his head.

"Oh, it would be great if Xiao Mingchao was still here... Chirp." Seeing Fang Shiyi's expression, Mingming shut up in time, spread his wings cautiously, and shrunk himself into a small ball of hair.

The news that Fang Suyi came to Baiyujing was only known to the Lord Bai, and there were all kinds of strange rumors outside. Due to the prestige accumulated by Elder Du over hundreds of years, not many people believed in Fang Suyi, and more people thought that he was sent by his younger brother. Die, the brain is not normal.

The outside wind and rain could not seep into the city walls of Bai Yujing, so Fang Shiyi meditated for three days, forcibly smoothed out the traces in his heart, and followed the city lord Bai down the underground of the city lord's mansion.

Hailian was kept in the ice pool, and before she got close, she could vaguely feel the cold air that could almost frostbite the soul.The underground dark room is full of ice crystals, a dark blue lotus flower that looks like an ice sculpture is suspended in mid-air, and there are even fine snowflakes floating around.

Fang Shiyi glanced calmly, and found out the palm-sized incense burner that Lu Tingchi gave him.

City Lord Bai patted him on the shoulder, and withdrew to protect him.

to start.

Fang Shiyi recalled the prescription of the antidote in his mind again, took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged, took out the alchemy cauldron, and introduced the heavenly fire locked in the incense burner into it.

With a bang, water and fire fused together in the dark room, ice and fire were double, and the cold and fire were fighting. Fang Shiyi's hair was blown away by the wind, with a serious face, he took out the things he needed one by one without haste.

There is only one chance.

Sky fire, sea lotus, bitter sea water, emerald wood essence, big demon blood.

There is also the heart and blood of the refiner.

Fang Shiyi temporarily forgot the time, and stared at the situation in the pill furnace without blinking.

Every kind of medicinal material is an extremely difficult to find natural treasure, difficult to refine, and it is not pleasant to sit on the ice and feel the extreme heat. The medicinal materials in the alchemy furnace are slowly refined and fused, and gradually become alchemy .

At the moment when the alchemy was about to be completed, the alchemy furnace suddenly exploded with a "boom".

The spiritual energy was released, Fang Suyi's expression changed, he slapped his chest, and spit out a mouthful of blood, the blood mist scattered around the suddenly shrinking sky fire, and the sky fire seemed to be nourished and burned again.

He took blood essence three times before continuing the final fire. When the alchemy was completed, he was so weak that he almost lost his strength. He took out the jade bottle to collect the snow-white antidote, and collapsed to the ground with confidence.

After refining the antidote, Fang Suyi didn't stay in Baiyujing any longer, and regained some energy, so he grabbed Mingming and got up to leave.

City Lord Bai was not at ease: "It's not peaceful everywhere now. You have lost too much and haven't recovered yet. Where are you going?"

"Go back to Shanhaimen." Fang Shiyi rolled his eyes and smiled, "I'm dying, don't worry."

Less than two years after leaving Shanhaimen, more things happened than many people have encountered in a lifetime.

When he returned to the mountain gate, Fang Shiyi was full of emotion, thinking that there would be fewer people on Lanyue Peak in the future, his heart felt sad again, and he didn't show up to let others report, and went directly to Wen Xiuyue's closed-door retreat.

When he was a child, Fang picked up sticky Wen Xiuyue, and when he recovered, he always followed Wen Xiuyue's buttocks. Once the master disappeared, he would run around in a hurry, and no one could stop him.

Wen Xiuyue came out of retreat for the first time, and after listening to the Fourth Master Uncle, he told Fang Shiyi that after Master disappeared, he would tap three times on the bluestone wall outside the retreat where Master retreated, and he would get a response.

When he was ignorant, Fang Suyi came to knock on the bluestone wall when he had nothing to do, and he was not afraid of knocking the master into a mad state.

Fang Shiyi felt sore, raised his hand, and knocked on the bluestone wall three times as usual.

There was a dead silence inside, and half a cup of tea passed, which exceeded the time Wen Xiuyue responded every time in the past.

Fang Shiyi's heart skipped a beat, a bad thought came up in his heart, his fingertips felt a little cold, and he knocked three more times, but there was still no response.

Could it be that he is late?

The third junior brother is gone, the life and death of the junior junior brother is uncertain, master... master...

Because the warmth from the memory was gone, Fang Shiyi trembled slightly with fear, his breathing was unsteady, he stared at the closed bluestone gate for a while, pursed his lips, and raised the Wangshu sword.

The sword energy was condensed, and he was about to break through the door when a familiar, hoarse voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Small pick-ups?"

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My senior year is a bit busy, and I can’t touch the computer keyboard for more than ten days recently. After I come back, I should update it once or twice a week. The essay revision is progressing slowly. Facing more than 20 words of writing, it’s too difficult to fix otz

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