Although the number of these disciples of the Vermilion Bird Sect is small, their cultivation is obviously higher than that of Junzi and the others, probably around the martial artist Six Heavens, and the girl who is arrogant in words and deeds has a faint tendency to break through to the psychic realm.

If you fight alone, Fang Zhen is naturally not afraid of anyone, but the other party is outnumbered, even if Fang Zhen is covered in iron, how many nails can be crushed?

It's still a trivial matter to have a lot of people, what really makes Fang Zhen jealous is the people on the camel cart, there are so many people present, only her cultivation Fang Zhen can't see through.

Either she knows the secret art of hiding her breath, or her cultivation is far above the square marks.

Just thinking about it, he only heard the man in the car: "Is the Shangguan Hall Master of the White Tiger Gate really here?"

The sound was like a song, and people couldn't help but sway their hearts when they heard it, and an impulse suddenly surged in Fang Zhen's heart, as long as he could stay alone with this woman for a while, he was willing to pay any price.

He was still like this, not to mention the others, and some of the people who were a little less focused even knelt on the ground, staring at the camel cart with blank eyes, just like the flower children begging for alms on the street.

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the Vermilion Bird Gate has a kind of evil art that seduces the soul, and the people who are recruited will willingly obey their dispatch, at first Fang Zhen just listened to it as a story, but now it seems that it may not be groundless, they are really evil!

Thinking of this, Fang Zhen hurriedly gathered his thoughts, and in order to avoid the other party's suspicions, he responded by the way.

There was a beaded curtain between the two, so Fang Zhen couldn't see her, but he could clearly feel that a pair of wonderful eyes had fallen on him, and Fang Zhen didn't dare to look at her, so he had to turn his head away.

He pretended to be careless on the surface, but in fact, he was already extremely nervous in his heart, and even the True Yuan of the Protective Body couldn't help but operate.

After a long while, the talent in the car said faintly: "I really didn't expect that the most outstanding person in my Juding Sect for decades would be so young. ”

Hearing this, Fang Zhen also breathed a sigh of relief, as long as she didn't know Shangguan Yun, it would be easy to do.

In that case, let's simply disguise it to the end.

After a slight groan, Fang Zhen suppressed his throat and said, "What's so strange about this? You are a member of the Vermilion Bird Sect, don't you know that there is a kind of magic skill in the world that collects yin and replenishes yang and rejuvenates the youth?"

Hearing this, the person in the car also sneered, and said: "I didn't expect that the master of Shangguan Hall is also a person in this way, when you go south, the little girl must do her best to be a landlord and entertain you well!"

She deliberately accentuated the word "hospitality", and the meaning could not be more obvious.

"What a little fox!"

Fang Zhen already had a preliminary understanding of her, and then continued: "Why wait later, I have time now, why don't you come and entertain me now." ”

As he spoke, Fang Zhen shook the void in his right hand, and then with a slight wave, an invisible palm wind blew out in an instant, and almost at the same time, the top of the camel cart flew up.

Fang Zhen is not a person who likes to show off, and the reason why he is doing this at this time is to show his strength, so that they can completely believe that they are Shangguan Yun.

That palm seemed random, but in fact, Fang Scar had already used the dark power of the Mountain Breaking Fist and the Howling Dragon Seal, which simply brought out all his current strength.

He naturally didn't have the strength of the Dao Realm Nine Heavens, but it was expected that these people in front of him didn't have such good eyesight.

Seeing his trick, all the younger brothers of the Xuanwu Gate opened their mouths in surprise, and looked at Fang Zhen with admiration on their faces, but the girls in the Vermilion Bird Gate didn't seem to be cold at all, and their expressions were wooden.

It was only at this time that Fang Zhen finally saw the appearance of the person in the car.

This is a young girl with a fair face, a skin as bright as snow, a delicate flower and a willow eyebrows like smoke.

Dressed in a light purple veil, the small face is slightly rounded, and the facial features are very delicate, and the match is just right.

The expression on his face is also faint, and there is a kind of reserve that everyone has in the show, which makes people feel very comfortable to watch.

She looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, but she was bewitching and moving, her skin was as smooth and soft as a peeled eggshell, and she was gently shaking her fan, leaning on the bed and dozing lazily, as if she didn't care about what had just happened.

A pair of eyebrows like willows, two watery peach blossom eyes, and the pupils are like ink.

The lip color is like Dan, and it is delicate without a point, which makes people want to kiss Fangze.

There is a heroic spirit between the eyebrows, like a blooming begonia flower, the red makeup is proud, and the beauty is hard to breathe.

She raised her slender fingers and gently flicked the hair that fell from her forehead, without pretentiousness, as noble as plucking the strings, with a natural charm, and her thin crimson lips were slightly hooked.

What a natural charmer! It's so seductive at a young age, and it's okay to pay it back in two years?

Fang Zhen only felt that her gestures exuded a heart-wrenching charm, and she might not be able to extricate herself from it after taking a second look, so she hurriedly looked at her nose and nose, and almost used all her energy to fight against the evil thoughts in her mind.

Suddenly, Fang Scar sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and when he looked up, he saw that the woman was looking at him in surprise.

"Oops, Shangguan Yungui is the master of the hall, I don't know how many ups and downs I have experienced in my life, but I am so useless in front of a woman, I am afraid that now she has begun to doubt me. ”

Just thinking about it, he heard the woman say: "What a domineering palm style, is this the famous skill of the master of Situ Hall - Chiba Palm?"

Listening to her tone, she didn't seem to notice anything unusual, and Fang Zhen was also slightly relieved.

Fang Zhen had never seen Shangguan Yun, so naturally she didn't know what famous skills he had, but since she had said so, she nodded and said vaguely: "The small skill of carving insects is not enough to worry about, and I am afraid that it is still a little worse than the Venerable Master." ”

Judging by the age of this woman, she should be the second-generation disciple of the Vermilion Bird Sect, that is, the apprentice of Nangong Qing.

Among the four hall masters of the Juding Sect, it is naturally Shangguan Yun's cultivation that is the highest, but when it comes to influence, I am afraid that the other three hall masters together are not as good as this Nangong Qing.

It is said that in the capital alone, Nangong Qing has opened more than a dozen green buildings, and every day she welcomes either the children of wealthy families, or dignitaries, and at least half of the people in the court have taken care of her business.

With such a large network, her influence should not be underestimated.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhen's heart was also moved, because when he was traveling abroad, he had heard someone mention something, it was said that Nangong Qing already had a plan to wash his hands in a golden basin, so he accepted a new closed disciple and taught her all his skills.

An ordinary girl became a psychic realm powerhouse overnight, and in the past two years, she has made a lot of fame in the capital and other places, and everyone calls her the fairy of the Amazing Hung.

Fang Ji has never taken this matter to heart, because he has always remembered the master's advice: The nine-story tower starts from the soil, and other people's charity is always better than his own diligent study.

Thinking in his heart, Fang Zhen gently stroked a handful of Dao Rings, raising his divine sense to another level.

He was already a powerhouse in the psychic realm, and now with the blessing of the Dao Ring, his cultivation has stabilized the woman, and he naturally sees her strength.