I refuse this box lunch

When the two sides were about to meet, Fu He was about to take the sword in Wu Luan's hand, he weighed it up and down, "It's not light."

Wu Luan said: "My father specially found overseas immortal masters to create this."

"Overseas Immortal Master?" Fowle paused, did not continue, and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the back of the sword.

It was Wu Luan who continued by himself, "A true immortal teacher should not look down on mortal wealth, my father was deceived."

Fuhe put down his sleeves and took advantage of the situation to hold the sword in his arms. Hearing this, he glanced at him and said with a smile: "It's not necessarily true. Although it's not a good weapon, it's neat enough. Besides, people who use swords don't know much about it. Well, the two phases make up for each other, and there will be no regrets. Unlike some people, who have a spiritual weapon for nothing and can only play on airs."

He quickly drew a series of charms on the sword body, "If anyone can't understand your gaudy thing, no matter who it is, just slap it in the face."

Wu Luan stared blankly at Fu He's side face, his strokes were brilliant, and every stroke of light shone brightly.

Someone was distracted, so he was absent-minded when he even spoke, "For no reason, why should I slap someone in the face?"

Fuhe didn't have much research on talismans, and his hands were unfamiliar, so he had to be more careful and focused if he wanted to do it well, and he answered casually: "In the cultivation world, no matter how old or young, there are the most lunatics and idiots. The former is because they live too long, and the latter is Think too much, anyway, you will understand later.”

When talking, just draw the tail with the last stroke, blow lightly on the sharp edge, and it's done.

Wu Luan took back his sword again, only to feel that the blade was scorching hot, burning his hand.In fact, it didn't hurt itself, and it looked as if it was the same as before.

"This is just a mortal sword. If it becomes sharp because of your spellcasting, it is not its own ability." The boy frowned and said after hesitating for a while.

After Fu He finished his decision, he spread his hands in a good mood, "I just activated it. Whether the blade is sharp or not is a matter for the craftsman, and it's not up to me."

"Spirit?" Wu Luan was puzzled.

"The first step in becoming a spirit is to absorb and gather a spiritual path." Fuhe raised the corner of his mouth, "It is already a good sword now, and after a hundred years and a thousand years, it has gathered enough essence of the world, and even if you want to develop a spiritual wisdom, you will not be able to use it." How difficult."

"It doesn't have to be like this." Wu Luan said softly.

"It's not troublesome." Fowle asked, "Does it have a name?"

Wu Luan shook his head: "No." He looked at Fu He, and suddenly had such an idea, "Since you are the one who enlightened it..."

Fuhe was in a better mood, and took over the conversation bluntly, "Then I will take it."

He glanced at the young man's slightly brighter eyes, and took two steps to the side, "'Golden Lan', turn a stone into gold, condense the mist into a star, how about it?"

"Jin Lan...very good, it's a good name." Wu Luan lowered his head and stroked the sword, only to feel that the scorching heat had sunk into his heart, and soon he was no different from a boiling kettle, tumbling happily.

Due to Fuhe's deliberate behavior, the narrow encounter between the two and the demon squad is inevitable.

And these second generations of idiots and dandies also lived up to their expectations. The first one at the head was deceived by lard, and when he met ordinary people, if he didn't hesitate about his identity, he would feel like he was about to get lice all over his body.

"Hey, mortals over there, yes, that means you two. Do you know who we are?"

Fuhe walked slowly with his hands in his hands, and then stopped. Wu Luan followed beside him, and did not continue to move forward.

The group of people in front of him was weird, not like the type of friendly people. He didn't know what Fuhe was going to do, so he asked with his eyes.

"Don't you want to understand monks? There are ready-made ones here, and you can see what kind of virtues they have." Fu Wo secretly passed the voice, and on the surface, like a fragile young man, he slowly raised his eyelids and went to The direction of the exorcist team roughly swept around.

People in the Immortal Kingdom should all like to wear elegant clothes, regardless of beauty or ugliness, everyone probably thinks that they are dressed in fairy-like clothes.

A look of surprise spread from the pupils, and Fuhe choked his tone, staring at his eyes, imitating the appearance of a turkey who had never seen the world.

"Xianjun? Are you Xianjun from the fairyland?"

He admitted that when he said this, his teeth were sore.

The cultivator who established the foundation was very proud when he heard this sentence. He looked at his companion proudly and let out a handsome laugh. After laughing enough, he shook his head and said mercifully:

"The Linghe River is not peaceful. You really have the guts of a bear and a leopard. If you walk around here, you will be swallowed by monsters sooner or later."

The other also took up the quarrel, "That's not true. It's lucky to have met us. Seeing that one and two are born with thin skin and tender flesh, they must be very evil."

"It's just right to attract evil. Dare to make trouble in front of the young master, so that he has nowhere to escape if he wants to escape."

The few of them probably don't have much chance to come to the mortal world, and it's not enjoyable to catch all mortals without blowing their heads.

Fuhe just took it as nonsense, and echoed a few words with a fake smile, occasionally squinting at the people beside him.

Ha, Wu Luan is obviously very sincere, and he doesn't understand what it means to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.He only frowned, looking at him full of confusion.

Fowler blinked at him.

Wu Luan's ear tips were reddish, and she turned her head away.

At this moment, he really couldn't understand the situation in front of him.

With Wu Luan's eyesight experience, although he doesn't know what level Fuhe's cultivation has reached among the monks, for some reason, he has had a vague concept of it since he was a child.

Let's just say that those immortal envoys who came to Muyang from the fairy kingdom all looked like masters of Taoism, and some of them were idle and downcast who took the opportunity to beat the autumn wind.Wu Luan saw through it but didn't tell the truth. He guessed that the fairyland that everyone envied was not a good place to be happy.

And the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked ones in front of them are only showing off verbally, but they are actually strong on the outside but on the inside.Not to mention Fuhe, even if he is alone, with this sword in his hand, I am afraid that he can defend it hard.

Maybe it was because Wu Luan's silent and unflattering appearance was too abrupt, finally someone noticed him.

"That boy who doesn't talk over there is blind. Is he dumb or deaf?" A male repairman approached, and at the same time swept his frivolous eyes at Fuhe's face.

Wu Luan was neither dumb nor deaf nor blind, perhaps it was because young people always mishandled their emotions, and the anger in his heart was suddenly aroused by this look.

"Keng".

It was the sound of Jin Lan sword being unsheathed.

The Fan sword was out of the sheath to cut the wind, the tip of the sword was lowered, blocking Fuhe's side, it was a posture of guarding.

This sudden situation stunned everyone.

Including Fu Wo.

However, he had already prepared it earlier, and after only being stunned for a moment, he pinched the formula in his hand.I'm also worried, the possessiveness is so strong when I was young, but it's good.

Hand practice comes back to hand practice, and other measures must not be slack.

The male cultivator probably thought Wu Luan's behavior was unbelievable. He paused for a while, and laughed so hard that he almost laughed: "Boy, do you know who you're talking to?"

Wu Luan uttered the first swear word in his life: "Miscellaneous hair."

He really felt that this kind of person was not worthy of cultivating immortals, and had dirty eyes.

The male cultivator's expression froze immediately, the veins on his forehead twitched, his eyes were about to split, he drew out the sword behind his back and slashed at him, "Little beast, watch your tongue!"

This group of people is used to their eyes being higher than the top, and they don't pay attention to mere ordinary people, and they feel that they are qualified to punish these "wrongdoing" people at will. Leaving an arm and a tongue is a lesson.

Wu Luan's face was determined, and he took a step forward with both hands on the sword, and directly met the move.Drop force with force.

At the same time, Fuhe's entire figure gradually blurred, turning the ground under his feet into a chessboard, and turning all the positions of the rest of the monks into chessboards, controlling any disturbance in the audience.

After all, Wu Luan was just a mortal boy, his celestial wisdom and celestial physique had not yet been developed, and he was at a disadvantage in wrestling, but even though sweat kept dripping from his forehead and his palms were strangled with blood, he did not take a step back.

"Why don't you retreat?" Fuhe raised his hand to prevent the rest of the monks from moving forward, and said softly through voice transmission.

"I, no, back." Wu Luan clenched his teeth, blood froth slipping from his mouth.

Even if there was a double image of the things in front of him, he didn't back down at all.

The soles of his feet were glued to the ground, and behind him was, there was someone he wanted to protect.

Although I was impulsive and overwhelmed, I didn't have any thoughts of regret.

In contrast, the male cultivator's expression became more and more surprised and strange——

His spiritual power is dissipating, and the operation of his dantian is becoming more and more stagnant.It seems that what he is fighting is not a mortal, but a huge sucker.

"This... this kid has a problem... he, he is not human! Perhaps he created Linghe's evil spirit!" Nanxiu panicked and shouted.

"Fuck you, you're not human!" Fuhe yelled, swung his sleeves, and directly knocked down a group of them, and stretched out his arms to grab Wu Luan's hand, "Go! Don't pay attention to these crazy people!"

If he could do it all over again, Fuhe would like to go back three days ago and wake up the self who wanted to develop the body of the fairy and demon for Wu Luan.

He looked at the young man lying on his knees with his eyes tightly closed, sometimes trembling his eyelashes, and sometimes talking restlessly in his sleep, he was so distressed that he could hardly breathe.

Since ancient times, the limit has created the explosion of potential, and everything is inseparable from this principle.

Fuhe is conceited that he is familiar with routines, and also understands that according to the urine nature of the plot, even if he came to 3000 years ago by chance, he can't change any established facts.

That being the case, doing everything that should be done can be regarded as fulfilling his mission of coming here.

Of course, no matter how nice and open the words are, it can't be worth it that he has his own selfishness.

If the devil emperor is not the devil emperor, he can stay in the current time period... don't think about it.

Fuhe's headache was about to split, and the most urgent thing was to wake Wu Luan up.

The body of the fairy and demon is really against the sky. In just three days, he jumped from refining Qi to building a foundation, without even a buffer period.

In the past three days, the panacea did not dare to be fed blindly, and the gods did not dare to ask for it. It seems that it is not a solution to just guard like this.

Improving one's cultivation base should be something to be happy about, but looking at Wu Luan's appearance, it is not so pleasant.

Fuhe hugged him, occasionally wiped his sweat, and hummed a few ditties when he was idle.For a while, I feel like an old lady, and for a while, I feel like a poor Wangfushi.Just thinking about it in this way, another month has passed.

Wu Luan no longer had nightmares and nonsense, except for being able to breathe, his whole body was like a very quiet and handsome statue.

The body of the fairy and demon seems to have been released and formed.

Fuhe properly placed him in a hollow stone cave, while he found the other side to meditate.

Worried and troubled, he adjusted his breath a little.

Unexpectedly, this tune caused a problem.

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