Shenwu Continent, Beizhou, Canghai Sect.

Because the outer gate "Psychic Rune Tower" is about to open recently, those disciples of the sect who are practicing outside have returned, and the huge sect will have nearly thirty percent more disciples than usual.

Every time the psychic talem is opened, the population increases sharply, and the eating, drinking, and Lazar of these more than 10,000 disciples will be taken care of by the miscellaneous disciples, and the population increases, the heavier the burden on the miscellaneous disciples will be.

Miscellaneous disciples are inferior in the sect, like slaves, and no one will pay attention to them.

But all the miscellaneous disciples, it means that the talent is extremely poor, and the frog in the well will not be able to get ahead in his life.

A blue-robed deacon who was as thin as a withered monkey opened his voice, his voice was like a duck, and he found fault and said, "Fang Zhi, your task today is forty loads of water and ten loads of firewood. Why did you only deliver 10 loads of water and 2 loads of firewood? Do you still want this month's offering?"

"Deacon Wu, in the morning, you told me that I only need to deliver ten loads of water and two loads of firewood, but you yourself suddenly changed your mind!

A young man in front of the deacon, his face unchanged, spoke.

This young man's name is Fang Zhi, a miscellaneous disciple of the Canghai Sect, and he is sixteen years old this year.

Although Fang Zhi was a miscellaneous disciple, he was not as dirty as a miscellaneous disciple.

His clothes are shabby, but he is clean, and he also has a Confucian spirit on his body, unlike other disciples who have a deep servant and a self-degrading temperament.

The reason why Deacon Wu in front of him made things difficult for Fang Zhi was because the miscellaneous disciples all handed him benefits, but Fang Zhi did not.

Deacon Wu looked for him and deliberately looked for trouble.

Seeing his attitude, Deacon Wu was angry in his heart, and sneered: "Fang Zhi, you dare to be stubborn after failing to attack the Rong Yuan Vein three times! It seems that you don't even want the identity of this miscellaneous disciple anymore!"

Just as Fang Zhi frowned slightly, suddenly an indifferent voice sounded.

"Even if my brother fails to attack the Rongyuan Vein three times, it won't be your turn to teach a lesson, right?"

Hearing the prestige, it was a white-robed girl wearing three auspicious clouds embroidered, the girl's face was exquisite, her phoenix eyes and red lips, and she was generous in a white robe.

The white-robed girl's apricot eyes were full of anger, and her gaze swept over Deacon Wu like a knife.

When Deacon Wu saw the person coming, his heart chuckled, and there were three auspicious clouds on his robe, which were the signs of the elder disciples!

"I ...... I ......" Deacon Wu's head was suddenly covered with sweat, and he was afraid, and he wanted to explain, but he was too anxious to speak.

Deacon Wu had no choice but to turn his pleading gaze to Fang Zhi, hoping that Fang Zhi would help him out of the siege, and he completely lost the arrogant appearance just now.

Fang Zhi smiled coldly and did not say a word.

"Slap yourself three times, and get out of my sight!" Lin Jing lazily nonsense.

As soon as these words came out, Deacon Wu's eyes were in a trance, his face turned red, and he was afraid of the identity of the other party's elder disciple.

In a panic, he slapped himself three times in a row.

After the fight, Deacon Wu staggered away, looking aggrieved, how could this Fang Zhi have an elder disciple as a backer?

Under the peach blossom tree, Fang Zhi looked at his sister who was getting taller and taller, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Why did you suddenly come to this ghost place?"

"Where there is a brother, no matter where he is, Qin'er is willing to go. "Lin Jing's eyes are bright, and the crescent moon is crooked, which is beautiful.

Lin Jing is Fang Zhi's cousin, Fang Zhi grew up in the Lin family's family and was raised by Lin Jing's father, so the two are like brothers.

Fang Zhi's parents went to a distant place when he was very young, and there has been no news so far.

"Okay, to be honest, what are you here for?" Fang Zhi heard Xiao Nizi's sweet words, swept away his previous depression, and his eyes revealed a thick doting.

"Now, three days later, it will be the day when the Psychic Rune Tower will open, and I am afraid that you will fail again by impacting the Rongyuan Vein, so Sister Lin Yu and I have decided to give you this!"

Lin Jing handed a bag to Fang Zhi, Fang Zhi was puzzled, took the bag, started to cool it, opened the bag to take a look, and saw three 'Yuan Shengdan' shining with a shining treasure light lying inside.

Seeing the three Yuan Saint Pills in the bag, Fang Zhi's face was shocked.

Yuan Shengdan is not easy for ordinary people to obtain, and its value is precious, even if it is Lin Qing and Lin Yu, it takes a lot of effort to get it.

Fang Zhi didn't hesitate, waved his hand, and said categorically: "This thing is too precious, I can't ask for it, you take it!"

Lin Jing seemed to have expected him to refuse, and immediately smiled slyly: "If you don't accept it, Sister Lin Yu will be very sad." If you can't break through the Rong Yuan vein, you will be expelled from the sect, you won't think that you will never see Sister Lin Yu and me again in the future, right?"

Hearing this, Fang Zhi's expression froze, and a woman with a smile in his eyes appeared in front of him, and a woman with a smile in her eyes and a colorless person in the sixth palace.

It was a woman he had privately decided to live with, but she was now an existence at the level of an elder of the Canghai Sect.

And he ......

Seven years ago, at the age of nine, he opened up the sea of suffering, crowning the first day of the Lin family's century.

But seven years have passed, and he is still in the bitter sea realm, and the Rong Yuan vein cannot be opened.

It's been seven years, and he has been reduced from an original genius to a waste who has failed to impact the Rong Yuan Vein three times.

"She should have forgotten about me a long time ago, right?" Fang Zhi's eyes darkened, and he smiled bitterly: "Lin Yu is the personal disciple of the head of the sect, and I am just a miscellaneous disciple, how can you still remember me." ”

"How can you think like this?" Lin Jing's watery eyes flickered, and he hurriedly said: "The reason why Sister Lin Yu didn't contact you was because she was afraid that you would think too much, and when you succeeded in attacking the Rong Yuan Vein this time, she would definitely come to you!"

"So, the promise she and I made is still there?" Fang Zhi's heart was pounding, and the heart that was silent and calm once again rippled a little.

"Promise, what promise? I haven't heard Sister Lin Yu mention it. Lin Jing was stunned, full of doubts.

Fang Zhi's delicate face swept by, and the last trace of concern for his former sweetheart completely disappeared.

Before she could ask, Fang Zhi's figure had already left.

Night falls, and the stars hang high.

In a dilapidated cave in the back mountain of Canghai Zong.

Fang Zhipan sat on a piece of bluestone and took out three Yuan Saint Pills from the bag.

"Machine Spirit, it's been seven years! You should recover this time! According to the agreement, the day your soul is reshaped is the time to teach me the exercises!"

Fang Zhi's face flashed with determination, and he swallowed these three Yuan Saint Pills into his mouth.

Rumble!

There was a white spirit bead in the dantian in his body.

This white spirit bead breeds devouring power, and it actually swallows all these three Yuan Saint Pills!