The magic star came into the world

The Hall of Falling Stars was full of people.As soon as Fanli and Qingzhufang entered the hall, everyone turned their heads to look at each other, each of them had different expressions, the scene was very disturbing.The nine-storey deep stream is not a dangerous place, he just thinks that his father made a big fuss this time, but since he wants to go with Qingzhu, it's better to bring more people with him.He walked towards the hall, turned around from the steps and looked down at the crowd, swept across the secretive expressions of the crowd, and landed in a corner of the hall.

The young man drooped his brows and lowered his eyes, as if he had just been lifted out of the cold water soaked in him, and there was an incompatible cold air all over his body.She was dressed in slightly wrinkled and shabby light white clothes, her long hair was untied, scattered like a waterfall from her shoulders, like fine black ink that had been deposited for a long time, blended on the slightly yellowed old rice paper, and was set off by other people in the palace, inexplicably Stained with the meaning of being born out of dust.

"You, come out." Fan Li stretched out his hand and pointed.

In the hall, a passage was quickly made out of the young man, and the young man's figure moved. A young man who had been standing beside him took his right hand and walked forward.

Fan Li narrowed his eyes.

"Your Highness, this is the villain's puppet."

"Oh? Puppeteer?"

"Exactly."

"what is it call?"

"Return to Your Highness, the villain's name is Yuan Yin."

"What did I say his name was?"

"Uh...his name is...Shifang."

Fan Li stepped forward and stood still in front of the young man.

"Head up."

The young man raised his head, and the broken hair on his forehead trembled slightly, like a dry leaf blowing by the wind, causing a slight itchiness without a trace.In the center of his smooth forehead, a half-inch-long bright red mark was quenched by someone with spiritual power, as thin as a wound.Fan Li stretched out his hand to hold his arm, and it felt cool to the touch, and he bounced it away suddenly with a single thought.

As soon as that trace of spiritual power, which he had been searching for carelessly, entered the young man's wrist, it was immediately swallowed up by the boundless spiritual power.And this pure and powerful spiritual power does not belong to the demon world.

As if in a blink of an eye, Fan Li had already stretched his hand towards Yuan Yin who was at the side, but this time he changed the tactic of murderous intentions, but the hand with sharp knuckles barely stopped on his neck, and was caught by another man. A pale hand strangled his wrist.The next moment, Fanli Ningfa's left hand stretched out its sharp claws and attacked Shifang's chest. The young man's frail body was like a piece of lightly clipped feathers, and he sideways avoided the blow. The pillar flew away, leaving a scorched black mark on the stone pillar.

Shi Fang's sideways body moved quickly, turning from defense to offense. His speed was extremely fast, and as soon as he avoided the spell, he had already dodged behind Fan Li, and the condensed mana in his hand had reached Fan Li's shoulder blades.

"Shifang stop!" Yuan Yin shouted.

The young man's eyes flickered for a moment, and his outstretched hand stopped in the air, touching Fanli's turned palm. It should have been a fierce killing move, but because of the retraction of the spell, it looked like the two were holding each other's hands. .

The two withdrew their moves at the same time, and Shi Fang lowered his arms and stood on one side, returning to a lifeless puppet, as if the confrontation just now had nothing to do with him.

Fan Li turned around and smiled coldly at Yuan Yin:

"Why, the people of the fairy clan are so free, come down to seek death?"

It was as if stones were thrown into a calm lake, and the hall immediately exploded.The two races of immortals and demons have been separated for a long time, and now a member of the immortal clan has been majestically entered in such an occasion, and its intention is self-evident.The atmosphere froze for a moment, and Yuan Yin felt that all eyes were on him. If he just sneezed at this moment, countless magic spells would fly towards him.

He bowed to Fan Li, and anxiously explained:

"Your Highness misunderstood, villain...how could a villain be a member of the fairy clan. The spiritual power that His Highness just detected is indeed not from our clan. Because the villain loved to travel in mountains and rivers since he was a child, he happened to pass by a spiritual mountain not long ago. There is purple energy dissipating in Zhongzheng, and I was curious to explore it for a while. I met the spirit beast guarding the mountain and failed in the calamity. Well, it is willing to give up reincarnation and refine the primordial spirit into a pill to give to the villain. The power obtained by the ten directions comes from this spirit beast. If you don't believe it, you can investigate again. Although the puppet can inherit the spiritual power of others, The body itself is an empty sac, there is no primordial spirit in the body, and it is impossible to form a pill..."

"Qiang Jue," Fanli raised his head in the ten directions, his eyes still fixed on Yuan Yin, "you go and check it out."

Qiang Jue stepped forward, raised his hand to cover the imprint on Shi Fang's forehead, put down his arm after a while, nodded towards Fan Li, and said:

"What you said is true."

"Then the two of them." After Fan Li finished speaking, his eyes swept over Shifang and Yuan Yin, and then fell on General Qiang Jue. He bumped into the green bamboo beside him:

"gone."

Qingzhu followed Fanli out of the Falling Star Hall, and when she turned the corner, she seemed to turn her head in the direction of Yuanyin, obviously bound Qingling around her eyes, but it gave Yuanyin the illusion of being seen through for no reason.

"That puppet, there is a problem."

Qingzhu sat on a chair in the dormitory and said softly.

Fan Li half leaned on the brocade couch, half of his body was paralyzed in the pillow, his fingers tapped on the railing, with a careless expression on his face:

"Then who do you think sent them?"

"It's all possible. Others from the Demon Race, or, from the sky."

"There is another possibility," Fanli stood up, stretched out his hand to make a cup of tea, and handed it to Qingzhu's hand, "I've been thinking, why did my father send someone to go with me on this trip to the nine-story deep stream?"

Qing Zhu who was sitting beside him paused for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"Is there someone in the nine-storey deep stream that we can't deal with? Or is there something we can't get?"

"Or," Qingzhu continued, "is there something that we can't let us know."

"So I asked Qiang Jue to detect the man's mana. If there is anything abnormal, he can see it."

"Then what if the fairy clan really sent a big man who even Qiang Jue couldn't deal with?" Qingzhu said.

Fan Li shrugged his shoulders: "That's because our luck is too bad."

"This trip, I always feel that it is not that simple." Fan Li took the teacup that Qingzhu had put down, refilled it and handed it over, "How is the result of your alchemy? Is there any abnormality in the avoiding cloud beads in the body? "

"It doesn't matter. No one in the nine-story deep stream is difficult to deal with." Qingzhu replied.

"Go back to rest earlier, I asked someone to light the lamp for you, it's going to rain."

Fan Li stood at the entrance of the hall, watching the green bamboo melt into the night step by step.There was a light red flame around him, and with the slowly leaving back, he was gradually engulfed by the hazy mist.

The rainstorm is approaching, the cumulus clouds are pressing down on the sky, and a silent conspiracy is quietly brewing and expanding in the airtight darkness. Fan Li's eyes follow the disappearing green bamboos and look into the abyss-like night, trying to find out from the subtle intuition and helplessness. Try to extract a trace of truth from the signs that can be found everywhere, and break the boundless darkness.

After a long while, a dull thunder sounded in the sky, accompanied by crackling raindrops, a white figure pushed through the thick fog from the end and walked towards him.

Fan Li turned around and walked back into the hall, when he heard footsteps behind him entering the hall door, he slightly raised his hand and waved it, closing the door.

At this moment, he was lying on his side on the brocade couch again, with his head propped on his left hand, staring at Shifang standing in front of the couch.The young man hung his head, with a frail body that was not yet an adult, and he couldn't see the aggressive appearance during the day at all.His clothes were already wrinkled, but now that he was standing close, he looked even more disheveled.Fan Li stared at him for a while, and couldn't help reaching out and tugging at the corners of his clothes, trying to smooth out those unsightly folds.The young man's body was shaken by him, he raised his eyes, revealing two bottomless black eyes, staring straight at Fan Li.

"Cough," Fan Li touched his nose uncomfortably, propped himself up with his left hand and stood up, the young man fell short in his sight.His eyes followed Fan Li's movement of getting up slowly, and his head was tilted slightly, reminding Fan Li inexplicably of the cub he raised when he was a child. It was a beast whose head could tear everything apart, and it was so wet when he looked at him. a pair of eyes.

"Tomorrow, you are going to the Nine-Story Deep Stream with me, did your master tell you?"

"Yeah." Shifang replied.

"Since he has joined our Skywolf Clan, I will be his master from now on. You are his puppet," Fan Li pointed to Shifang and then to himself, "It's my puppet, understand?"

"clear."

"Then according to the rules..." Fan Li stretched out his left hand and swiped his fingertips towards his palm, bright red blood immediately oozed out. His right hand held Shifang's arm, and the wound on his left hand covered his wrist.That slender arm was bloodless at first, and there was still a faint sense of transparency under the skin. When Fan Li's blood touched it, it seemed to be alive, and it climbed up Shifang's wrist, as if countless tangled roots The meridian spreads in the ten cubes.

With blood as a contract, the connection between the puppet and the master is established.

This is actually the same as opening up spiritual wisdom.

But Shifang is a puppet who has already developed spiritual intelligence. Establishing a blood contract under this premise is equivalent to obeying two masters.

"Okay." Fan Li bent down and put his right hand on Shi Fang's head, "You must listen to me from now on, otherwise..."

He narrowed his eyes.

"I peeled your skin."