Fang Wumu's piglet bag was personally given to the other party by the old thing, and the old thing naturally recognized it at a glance.

Fang Lao's heart skipped a beat, in addition to worrying about his godson, he was even more worried that after his godson fell into the hands of Yu Lie, he would expose the secret affairs of the two of them.

Fortunately, Fang Laowu still had some trust in his godson, and he believed that Fang Wumu would not shout at the matter indiscriminately, so he didn't lose his color too much.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Lie said another sentence:

"If Hall Master Fang continues to delay, he will have to be careful that his white-haired person sends a black-haired person!"

As he spoke, Yu Lie also opened the piglet bag, pulled a human head out of the bag, and exposed it in the eyes of Fang Lao, letting the other party know that he was not deceiving the other party.

This made Fang Lao's mind slack and nervous, he was slack because Yu Lie was just threatening him with Fang Wu's life, and he didn't know what he was doing in private.

The nervousness is because of his son Fang Wumu, Xiao Ming was really pinched in the hands of the other party.

So Old Fang scolded in his heart: "Waste! You waste, Lao Tzu worked hard, he refined a ghost slave for you, mother and son are connected, and they are more ferocious, why are you still caught! ”

In his anger, Fang Lao wanted to ignore it and let his godson die.

But the old thing couldn't bear to say such a thing, after all, it was his son, ostensibly adopted and changed his surname, but in fact he was his own son who was connected by blood.

And he was also worried that once he abandoned the other party, Fang Wumu would take the initiative to reveal the pickled matter.

Fang Laowu looked at his son with a blue nose and swollen face in the piglet bag, and thought about it:

"That's it, anyway, this guy has been promoted to the top position, and if he wants to challenge me, I can't avoid it, at most, it will delay for a few days, it is better to fulfill him first. Even if he loses this hall master position in the unlikely event that he is a first-class person who has been refined, I will let him die when the time comes! ”

Old Fang looked at him fiercely, he gritted his teeth and said loudly:

"Good! The old man is compared to you! ”

Yu Lie heard the other party's answer, stuffed Fang Xiaowu back into his pocket, and then slapped Fang Lao's hand and praised: "Okay!" The hall master was happy. ”

He looked around and exclaimed, "Brothers of the Medicine Prescription Hall, as well as the other Daoists in the hall, I will ask the big guys to testify together." ”

Yu Lie sneered: "Yu Mou came over today, not to be a hall master, but to be upright and take back what I should have!" ”

The Dao Tong around him originally had different thoughts, and many people despised Yu Lie for threatening other people's sons, just because Yu Lie was strong, and he arrested the other party's son outside the station, so he didn't dare to speak out.

As a result, now when he heard Yu Lie's mouth "take back what should be", one by one's eyes flickered, and their complexions changed, especially those Dao Tong who had been bullied by Old Fang Shi, their faces turned red, and they wanted to applaud loudly.

And in the dark that everyone couldn't notice, a figure looked at the scene of the confrontation between Yu Lie and Fang Lao, and his face under the pale mask also showed a strange look: "This guy's acting skills are also exquisite." ”

"Sure enough, beautiful men are good at coaxing." The masked Taoist muttered secretly, and then disappeared into the shadows, hurrying to get busy with his own business.

When Old Man Fang agreed, Yu Lie was surrounded by three Dao Tong with poisonous mouths, and swaggered to the largest open space where the Medicine Prescription Hall was stationed.

Under the busy work of the rest of the Dao boys, in less than half an hour, two high platforms against each other were built in the open space.

Fang Laowu took advantage of the time to change his clothes, wearing a serious Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged on the platform, revealing a capable old Taoist temperament.

The platform is two or three feet high, and all the Taoist children nearby, even mortals, can see it, which is convenient for everyone to witness but does not interfere with the people on the stage.

Yu Lie walked to the high platform on his side, let the three poisonous Dao boys stay below to serve, and then with a light foot, he rushed onto the platform.

The clearing was already located on a hill, and with a height of two or three zhang, Yu Lie stood on it, and immediately felt a cold night wind, swishing and blowing.

He even felt that the high platform under his feet was still shaky, and he didn't know if it was not built solidly, or the other party did it on purpose.

However, Yu Lie raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side, and found that the bamboo platform where Fang Laowu was sitting was also shaky, and even faintly squeaked, not much better than under him, so he suppressed his distracting thoughts.

Under the night sky, the silver moon was half-gone, and the wind was dark.

The two sat opposite each other, one of them had fluttering hair, skinny but capable, like an old man in the mountains; One side has red lips and white teeth, clear muscles and beautiful bones, and a green temperament, like a demon boy in the fog.

Old Fang spoke first: "Huangkou Xiao'er, today's alchemy competition, do you choose a literary fight or a martial arts fight?" ”

The other party's words were arrogant, which made Yu Lie immediately think of the scene when this guy asked himself what kind of Danfa he wanted to learn - the real Danfa or the fake Danfa.

Yu Lie's eyes were cold, but he remembered that the other party was already a dying person, and he needed to delay time, so he cooperated and asked:

"Dare to ask how Wendou is?"

Old Fang raised his head and stroked his long beard:

"Wen fighter, light the fire and burn the furnace, choose the Dan prescription, wash the medicinal materials, manipulate the fire, who is fast and who is slow, it is clear at a glance. When the elixir is baked, you will know how much and how effective the medicine is. Fellow Daoists, you are blessed. ”

The other party's words made the Taoist boys who were crowded around to watch the excitement their eyes light up, and they all wanted to make a decision directly for the two of them.

Yu Lie spoke up again: "What about daring to ask Wu Dou?" ”

Old Fang replied with a sneer: "Martial fighters, each chooses the Dan Fang and examines each other." Every time you get a furnace and rub a pill, you can hit the opponent with the pill in your hand as a fighting method. ”

This person gestured at the high platform under his body, pointed and said, "Set another rule, such as falling off this platform, even if you lose!" ”

When the people around heard this, many people muttered in surprise, they didn't expect that the alchemy competition could be like a fighting method. Yu Lie heard it, and also raised his eyebrows slightly.

However, the vast majority of people at the scene were people in the Dan room, and when everyone's brains turned, they also remembered that alchemy and alchemy can not only save lives and heal injuries, but also make things that kill people like a talisman refining device, and the most representative of them are poison and gunpowder!

A person in the Dan Dao who can't refine poison is not a good Dan Dao person.

Yu Lie thought about it, and his heart was even more joyful.

He may not be able to refine other things, but refining poison and configuring gunpowder is the best at it! Fang Lao's second proposal just hit his forte!

So Yu Lie said casually: "Today, I will listen to the advice of the hall master, and Yu will choose martial arts!" ”

When Old Fang heard Yu Lie's choice, he snorted coldly and said, "Very good, this time I didn't pretend to be smart, self-righteous, and nonsense." ”

The words in this guy's mouth were ridiculing Yu Lie for the last time between the "True Dan Method" and the "Fake Dan Method", neither of which he had chosen.

The old thing immediately slapped the bamboo platform and shouted at the Taoist boy below:

"Second and third sons, Shang Danfang!"

"Yes!" The cry sounded, and the heads of the Dao boys below were squeezed, black and pressed, rolling around, and hurrying to work.

Woo, 4,000 tickets is an extravagant hope, but you have to break 3,000 monthly passes! Please.

(End of chapter)