"Your words, some are too much." Fang Yuchen looked at the backlight guard man in front of the aisle of the cabin, and didn't say anything more.

The bullet shrugged his shoulders, skipped the topic with interest, as if there was no such episode, and said: "In short, this side of Luge Fortress is one of the key military fortresses of the Yangtze River Galaxy," it can be regarded as the southern gate of the Central Star Domain. ”

After glancing at Fang Yuchen, he said with some humor: "The military governor here is called Yan Qitu, and he is the clan brother of Yan Qifeng. Maybe you know each other, too. Well...... It should be your uncle? ”

The only answer to him was the short words of the young man, "I don't know." ”

Bullet's face was a little helpless, and he said, "You should make friends with this person." In recent years, although the four families have turned a blind eye to their children's entry into military politics, neither political nor military circles have been allowed to enter the level of heads of state. This person is very capable, and he has already touched this side. Back then, he participated in the finishing work and the situation war of the 'Light of Salvation' on the Southern Star Domain. ”

Fang Yuchen was silent for a long time, and said half-sarcastically: "I didn't expect that there are people who appreciate your bullets." ”

The bullet did not respond to his unfortunate words. The corners of his mouth grinned, and he smiled a little high, and said, "Because this old man is quite interesting." He was able to reach the highest position among the four major families, and he did not give any special treatment to the flying ship of the Holy King Backlight. Don't you think it's unusual? ”

"It's quite unusual." With a short comment, Fang Yuchen leaned back in his chair.

If this is some powerful ability, he might pay attention to it. But he wasn't much interested in what he was talking about.

The bullet shrugged his shoulders, and seeing that he was not interested, he did not say anything more.

Leaning back in the seat, Fang Yuchen stretched out his hand and tapped it on the energy screen, and some faint black mist in his palm drifted in front of the screen and gradually dissipated.

It made him depressed inside.

The Three-Pupil Demon Clan, or the clansmen of the Black Flower Civilization?

However, the three-pupil demon clan who was suspected of being a pseudo-mother was obviously different from the Holy Ancestor's last words.

Whether she had a round eye in the back of her head, Fang Yuchen didn't know. But apparently in the Holy Ancestor's information, only the tentacles of the triangular pointed blades were mentioned, and the white tubes were not mentioned.

Judging from what she is wearing, it is obvious that the petal-shaped holes on her clothes are for the better extension of her tentacles.

This may mean that when she enters the real combat state, she can be thrown into the battle from top to bottom, without any offensive and defensive dead ends!

In addition, the power of time given to him by the system has no effect on this person, and he is also extremely resistant to the cutting of her body caused by the power of space.

If what the system gives is not effective, what about the power of space-time in the real world?

Just thinking of this, it made Fang Yuchen anxious again. Now that his time and space abilities are gone, it can be said that these are useless.

Poking and poking on the energy screen, he hesitated, and still didn't contact the girls in the second fort for the time being.

This may be a mood similar to the feeling of homesickness. Despite the few days of torment in the Temple of Time, he missed the woman who was as cold as frost and the woman who had always followed him and was gentle and obedient.

From his mother's words, Fang Yuchen had already learned that his body in this world had disappeared four days ago, which made him feel even more strange here.

…… What is there hiding from him? Is it really that his authority is not enough?

And the Temple of Time and those illusions when creating characters? Was it really just an emotional disturbance for him?

……

There was no trace of the sun, moon and stars in the canopy, and it was turquoise mixed with brown and ugly.

There was a faint black mist in the air, and the sea took on an eerie black, tumbling as if it had been boiled, and some bubbles gushed out on the black sea.

From the dark forest on the edge of the island, a man broke away the branches and leaves, and gradually appeared in the forest.

He was dressed in white, stained with dirt and fallen leaves, and looked a little embarrassed. On his right shoulder, three claw wounds were mottled with blood.

This person was the sword immortal who had disappeared in the turbulence of time and space.

Finding a wet black stone, he sat cross-legged with his sword in his hand, and the expression on his face was neither sad nor joyful. The eyes that have always been soft and free are like sharp swords in the dark woods at this time.

The sword named "Bai Hong" in his hand floated across his lap like a spiritual wit, and let out a soft low sound.

Looking at Bai Hong, a scene suddenly appeared in his mind when he knelt first.

Unlike not kneeling, he is not the heir of the Shushan monks. As early as the beginning, just like his new apprentice a few days ago, he was just a child who longed for ancient chivalry.

In the third year of entering Shu Mountain, the old man in the Taoist robe sat by the stream, holding a white sword in his hand and polishing it on an ashlar stone.

"Master, what is this for?" He asked respectfully.

The old man in the Taoist robe pointed at the stone with his finger and said with a smile: "This thing is called the Sword Stone, and it raises the edge of sword intent." Hundreds of refining can become gold, and those who are in a hurry are not suitable for nourishment. A thousand catties of crossbows, and those with light hair do not have the strength to wear Yang. Without repeated polishing day and night, it does not become a good sword. ”

It's not like the inside, kneeling down and thinking hard and not understanding. He is a man of great understanding, and he understands everything at once. Even if it was him as a teenager.

Since then, he has first added eight words to his kendo.

"The gentleman hides the weapon, and the sword intent is accumulated."

All kinds of creation are kendo practices. Even if he didn't use the sword for ten years, the sword intent would only continue to surge.

Based on this realization alone, his nine junior disciples were no longer in the same realm as him.

Kneeling cross-legged on the stone, kneeling first and sighing inwardly. It's a pity that although his sword intent is there, the power given to his current body by the rules of slashing is still too small, or his level attribute is still too low. Otherwise, the battle just now might have been much easier.

It was not as Fang Yuchen guessed, they came directly to this world through a dimensional passage similar to Lei Jia Mountain.

In fact, the first kneeling and not kneeling, like all ordinary players, still entered the world of doom through a virtual connection device.

As for why their clothes and weapons were able to come, that's another story.

After pondering for a moment, he knelt down and his mind moved slightly, and a phantom like a gossip array gradually appeared in front of him.

His gaze fell on it, due north is "Peng, Fu", northeast is "Ren, Snake", east is "Chong, Yin", southwest is "Fu, Liu......

First kneeling and stretching out the middle finger of his right hand, a golden light flashed on his fingertips, and tapped it on the gossip.

Call. The gossip array dissipated suddenly, and there was still a dead silence in the forest.

…… Does Tianshu Gong still not work?

Without any impatience, Bai Hong floated on his lap, and the wisps of white light on the sword body converged into a line, gradually beginning to pour into his body.

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the dense forest.

"Ouch, you can let me find the old man!"

(End of chapter)