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He didn't want to make a move in front of the public, and saw that Fang Xiaowu was just eating vigorously and didn't speak, so he didn't say anything again.

He just sat opposite with interest and watched Fang Xiaowu eat, in fact, his heart was already murderous, and he couldn't wait to arrest Fang Xiaowu and force him to ask.

Soon, Fang Xiaowu ate all the meals on the table, but he still felt very hungry, so he beckoned to the guy and ordered the same amount of food.

The scholar saw that Fang Xiaowu had a large amount of food, and he was not curious.

After a while, Fang Xiaowu swept away the food on the table again, still feeling that he was not hungry, so he ordered the same amount of food for the third time and continued to eat wildly.

At this time, all the people in the restaurant were shocked by Fang Xiaowu's appetite.

I saw that no one in the entire dining room was talking in a low voice, but they just looked at Fang Xiaowu with a look of surprise on their faces, wanting to see how much Fang Xiaowu's food could be.

Half an hour later, it was getting dark outside, and the dining room was lit up, illuminating all around, as if it were day.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at Fang Xiaowu in unison, all with surprise, disbelief and admiration.

After a rough count by the guys, Fang Xiaowu has eaten almost eighteen big men's meals, which is simply a super big rice bucket.

As everyone knows, Fang Xiaowu has already begun to feel that his stomach is very swollen after eating, if it weren't for the silver flute sitting opposite him and staring at him, he would have settled the bill and left.

He thought about it for a long time while eating, but he still couldn't think of a way to avoid the silver flute, so he could only continue to eat and let himself live for a few more hours.

After eating another meal for three people, Fang Xiaowu began to feel a little sick to his stomach, but he forced himself to continue eating.

What is nausea compared to life?

However, Yindizi couldn't help it at this time, and said with a smile: "Xiaoyou, you have such a big appetite, let's go outside and talk, I want to ask you how to achieve such a big appetite." ”

Fang Xiaowu knew that this guy was about to make a move, and he thought that he couldn't fight against him, so he got up instantly, and at the same time grabbed the wooden sword placed on the side of the stool, intending to take advantage of the increasing number of spectators around him and the fact that it was dark outside, to escape from the control of the silver flute as quickly as possible.

With a "bang", Fang Xiaowu had just stood up, and before he could slip away, he was reached out by the silver flute and grabbed an arm, and his whole body was suddenly numb, and even the vitality of the dantian could not be used to resist, so he knew that his cultivation was too far from the silver flute.

"Man, this ingot is enough to pay for the meal, right?"

As soon as the silver flute's words fell, a golden ingot suddenly rolled out of his sleeve, and he didn't allow the guy to speak, pulled up Fang Xiaowu's body, and strode out.

Some discerning diners saw that Fang Xiaowu had been restrained by the silver flute, but none of them wanted to meddle in their affairs and gave way one after another.

More than twenty minutes later, the silver flute grabbed Fang Xiaowu's arm with one hand, and performed footwork similar to the land flying technique under his feet, leaving Wuyang City and coming to the vicinity of the Broken Sky Cliff.

Along the way, Fang Xiaowu wanted to open his mouth to call for help again and again, but he had already been restrained by the silver flute, and he even felt difficult to breathe, so he didn't want to open his mouth. Fortunately, he was a person who had already died once, but after arriving at the Broken Sky Cliff, he calmed down.

"Anyway, Lao Tzu has already eaten enough, even if he dies again, it is not a big deal, just take it as fate. He thought to himself.

The silver flute threw Fang Xiaowu out casually, and it was only more than ten meters away from the cliff.

Fang Xiaowu knew that he couldn't escape from the palm of the silver flute, so he simply became a manly hero, his chest was straight, the wooden sword in his hand pointed at the silver flute, and shouted angrily: "Come on, Lao Tzu is not afraid of you, I will fight with you to the end." ”

"Sneering", the silver flute's face was full of disdain, and he sneered: "Even you dare to fight with my silver flute, just because of you, a waste?" Say, how did you survive?"

"Lao Tzu is blessed with a great life. ”

"Fuck you! Once my silver flute is shot, no one will ever be able to get away with it under my hands. But if you don't say, I'll kill you. ”

"Lao Tzu fought with you!"

Fang Xiaowu roared angrily, used all his vitality, unfolded the spirit snake sword technique, and stabbed out a sword towards the silver flute, almost seven thousand yuan power. The strength is mighty, the sword light is rippling, like more than a hundred spirit snakes dancing at the same time, and it is impossible to tell which sword is virtual and which sword is real.

"Carving insect skills, dare to be ugly in front of my silver flute?" The silver flute showed contempt, and his shot was like lightning, but with a flick of his fingers, the bell flicked on the wooden sword, and he originally wanted to shatter the wooden sword hard, but the result was only to shake the sword open, making Fang Xiaowu's empty door exposed.

"Hey, what kind of wooden sword is you holding in your kid's hand, and it hasn't been shattered by my fingers?" asked Yindizi with some surprise.

"Haha, I'm afraid, this is Lao Tzu's invincible sword, if you want to kill me, it's still far away. Fang Xiaowu pretended to be unfathomable.

"Fuck your shit! Do you really think that I don't understand Yindizi?" A strong murderous aura welled up on Yindizi's face, and he said gloomily: "Fang Xiaowu, although I don't understand how you can change from a wasted person to a martial artist in the realm of the Sect in just two or three days, I don't plan to ask about this matter anymore." The person I want to kill has never missed, since you don't say how you survived, I will let you die again, I will never believe that you can survive this time, die!"

In an instant, a tremendous force appeared on the silver flute, which had already locked on Fang Xiaowu, and at the same time, a palm slapped out, directly taking Fang Xiaowu's heart.

Fang Xiaowu originally wanted to use the Fire Spirit Fist or the Fire Yang Palm to parry the silver flute's move, but his cultivation was too far from the silver flute, even if his father was resurrected, he would never be the opponent of the silver flute, because the "Penetration Realm" was the seventh realm of martial arts, which was even higher than the "Fusion Realm".

Syllable!

The silver flute landed on Fang Xiaowu's heart with a palm, intending to use hundreds of thousands of yuan to shatter Fang Xiaowu's body, and at the same time absorb the aura in Fang Xiaowu's body.

This guy deserves to be unlucky, he shouldn't have used the technique that he cultivated that can absorb the aura of the human body, as soon as his palm touched Fang Xiaowu's body, a sudden change occurred, and he only felt that the vitality in his body was swallowed by Fang Xiaowu's body in an instant.

Yes!

The silver flute let out an extremely terrible scream in his mouth, the whole person became dry and fleshless, only bones remained, the flute fell from the other hand, and made a "bang" sound, and then fell to the sky, his eyes were deep, and he actually lost his cultivation, and of course he was dead.

Burst!

Fang Xiaowu spurted a stream of blood from his mouth, his face was as pale as snow, he staggered backwards under his feet, and only stopped after retreating thirteen steps, and he also fell down on his back, but he just fainted, and was not killed by the palm of the silver flute.

In the blink of an eye, the former tranquility of the Broken Sky Cliff was restored.

Time passed little by little, and Yue'er unconsciously moved her position in the night sky.

After a full hour, Fang Xiaowu woke up from a coma and found that his whole body was sore and painful, and he was very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, his life was saved, and he quickly got up from the ground, and after a while, his internal injuries had improved, but if he wanted to heal, it would take two days.

With a long exhale, Fang Xiaowu looked at the corpse of the silver flute more than a dozen steps away, and said with a puzzled face: "With this guy's cultivation, it is easy to kill me, how can the person who died not me but him? ”

After pondering for a while, Fang Xiaowu really couldn't think of what was going on, so he had to walk to the side of the corpse of the silver flute, kick it out, and fall under the cliff of the broken sky, which can be regarded as destroying the corpse, so as not to be seen in the future and bring trouble to himself.

Then, he leaned down and picked up the flute that had fallen to the ground, and threw it under the cliff. Except for him, no one knows whether the silver flute is alive or dead.

Finally, he left the cliff.

Two days later, Fang Xiaowu's internal injuries healed.

And in the past two days, he has been healing his injuries without eating or drinking, and he doesn't know what happened in Wuyang City at all. It wasn't until Lin Wan'er came to visit him in the wooden house in the west of the city again and told him one thing that he knew who the Golden Ring Prince and the White Eyebrow Master were.

It turned out that recently, an old mansion in the east of Wuyang City, which had been abandoned for many years, emitted a strange white light from time to time at night, which was clearly a treasure haunt, but no matter who it was, they searched the entire old mansion and couldn't find out where the treasure was hidden.

This news spread far and wide, and soon spread thousands of miles away, so that all the masters who passed by this area heard the wind and did not want to find the treasure that emitted white light.

Everyone wants to get the treasure, but there is only one treasure, and the monks have more porridge and less porridge, which will inevitably lead to martial arts, and the most powerful masters among them are the five people of Jinhuan Gongzi, Baimei Gongzi, crazy monk, Wushuang Taoist, and Gong Jianqiu.

In addition to Gong Jianqiu, the other four of these five people are all from great backgrounds.

The prince of Jinhuan is a young master named "Ring Gate" in the territory of "Dengzhou", although he is only twenty-one years old this year, his cultivation is already in the early stage of "Ascending Peak Realm".

Counting the entire Wuyang City, not to mention the masters of the "Ascending Peak Realm", even if it is the "Pure Green Realm" and "Furnace Fire Realm" masters under the "Ascending Peak Realm", they can't find one. Zhao Wouji, the head of the Zhao family, who is known as the number one master in Wuyang City, is only in the late stage of the "Penetrating Realm".

The white-eyed prince is as famous as the Jinhuan prince, the same age as the Jinhuan prince, and comes from a major cultivation sect in Dengzhou, called the "Ethereal Palace", which is the third disciple under the palace master of the "Ethereal Palace", and the cultivation is also in the early stage of the "Ascending Peak Realm".

The mad monk comes from the "Tianmen Temple", and the Tianmen Temple is also a major Xiuzhen sect in Dengzhou, with tens of thousands of disciples, known as one of the three major Buddhist sects in Dengzhou, and the other two major Buddhist sects are "Linghu Temple" and "Tianlong Temple". Although the mad monk's cultivation did not reach the "Peak Realm", he was also a master at the peak of the "Pure Green Realm", and there was only a thin line between him and the early stage of the "Ascending Realm".

Wushuang Daoren is a disciple of the "Liuyun Sect", he is now forty-three years old, and his cultivation is also at the peak of the "Pure Green Realm". As for the status of the Liuyun Sect in Dengzhou, it is not under the Tianmen Temple at all, and is known as one of the four great avenue gates, and the other three major avenue gates are "Kendo Pavilion", "Hidden Immortal Valley", and "Changchun Sect" in turn.

Gong Jianqiu has no sect and no faction, does not belong to any force, similar to the idle master in martial arts novels, but he has a nickname, called "Hundred Peerless Sword", his cultivation is unfathomable, and he is the seed player with the most strength to win treasures among the five masters.

Because of the existence of these five masters, whether it is a local master in Wuyang City or a master from other places who has heard the wind, there is no way to compete with the five people. Most of them have the intention of watching the excitement, but want to see what the treasures in the old mansion are and whose hands they will end up in.

As early as two days ago, the Golden Ring Gongzi had a fight with the white-eyed Gongzi, and the result was indistinguishable.

And just this morning, the mad monk had a quarrel with the Wushuang Daoist, and they also fought once, but they lost both, and they didn't know where to go to heal at this time.

Lin Wan'er was worried that Fang Xiaowu still didn't know the situation in the city, so after hearing the rumors that the mad monk and the Wushuang Daoist were both defeated, she immediately rushed to the wooden house to inform Fang Xiaowu, lest Fang Xiaowu offend the foreign master who should not be offended.

You must know that Wanfulou is a big restaurant in Wuyang City, and the people who have come in and out in the past two days are all foreign masters, Fang Xiaowu will inevitably deal with these people, and if you are not careful, you will have to worry about your life.

After listening to Lin Wan'er's words, Fang Xiaowu said in his heart: "The reason why the silver flute came to Wuyang City is mostly related to the treasures in the old mansion of the Long family. ”

I only heard Lin Wan'er say: "Uncle, I heard that you and Wang Xibei broke off the marriage contract, is this true?"

Fang Xiaowu didn't expect Lin Wan'er to ask this, so he smiled bitterly and said, "Wan'er, you are well-informed, and you also know about this matter?"

Lin Wan'er said comfortingly: "Uncle, there is no grass at the end of the world, Wang Xibei is not a big beauty, you don't need to care about her." When I grow up in the future, I will find you a daughter-in-law who is dozens of times more beautiful than Wang Xibei. ”

Fang Xiaowu couldn't cry and laughed, and said, "How old is your child, how can you think about such a thing in your heart? Don't worry, your uncle is no longer a waste." ”

"Uncle, can you practice?" Lin Wan'er seemed to see some clues, and asked in surprise.

"Well, I've got a vitality in my body. You wait, one day, I will make Uncle Scrapwood's nickname a thing of the past. ”

Fang Xiaowu didn't intend to hide this matter in front of Lin Wan'er at all, but in order to avoid Lin Wan'er making too much of a fuss, he didn't say that his cultivation was already in the middle of the "Door Dao Realm".

Lin Wan'er was so unhappy, and was about to speak, when she suddenly saw her round face change slightly, and said coquettishly: "Hmph, Fang Yijie's bad thing dares to come here, it's strange if I don't beat him down this time." After saying that, an astonishing aura gushed out from his whole body, and he turned around and ran out.

"Is Fang Yijie here?" Fang Xiaowu thought to himself, and chased him out.

At this time, there were still more than thirty meters away from the wooden house, and there were three people walking, led by the sixteen or seventeen-year-old Fang Xiaoyi's youngest son, Fang Yijie.

Seeing Lin Wan'er running out of the wooden house with an angry face, Fang Yijie stopped his steps and said loudly: "Cousin Wan'er, don't be angry, I'm not here to trouble my little uncle, I came here this time to ask my little uncle to go back to Fang's house on my father's order." ”