Why is this kid so calm? Does he still have hole cards?

Fang Wu, who originally planned to charge forward and perform actively, immediately muttered in his heart.

"You...", he was a peak master of Qi cultivation, but he was shocked by Fang Xing and his movements froze: "You don't draw your sword?" ”

"Why draw your sword?" Fang Xing only said, "Can you defeat the foundation monk by drawing the sword?" ”

That's true.

But from Fang Xing's mouth, there is an inexplicable deterrent of "who dares to kill me".

"I'm right here. Advance and not advance, retreat and not retreat, but why? The situation turned upside down, and Fang Xing was urging coldly.

For a moment, Fang Wu still didn't dare to step forward.

Thinking of the Xuanxue Ice Leopard whose stomach was cut open by Fang Xing's sword, he knew that he was not as far away as the snow leopard, and he couldn't help but instinctively look at Fang Buqun, who was the backbone.

Fang Buqun finally restrained the last trace of hesitation in his eyes.

He asked, "Fang Xing." If I don't set up this game today, how will you treat my son if you make a comeback in the future? ”

Fang Xing only held silent.

"Sure enough." Fang Buqun understood what he meant: "Since everything is irreparable, as Huaibi's father, then I can only make mistakes again and again." ”

With that, he twitched his sword slightly.

The spirit sword suddenly swirled in mid-air, pointing the tip of the sword far away at Fang Xing and Fang Yuanshu's brother and sister.

"Brother..."Although he knew that there was a master behind him, facing this foundation building spirit sword, Fang Yuanshu was still instinctively a little nervous.

Fang Xing only stared at the spirit sword, waiting for the next change.

Will that sword shoot unhindered?

Or is it...

"Fang Buqun. Killing people under the nose of this seat, you really have a lot of courage. At this critical moment, as Fang Xing secretly expected, a lazy and playful voice sounded behind him.

That voice is all too familiar to Fang Xing's brothers and sisters.

"Su Muyun?" Fang Buqun's pupils shrank.

"Is that her?" Fang Wu's face turned pale with horror.

"Senior Muyun!" Fang Xing and Fang Yuanshu were both overjoyed.

Su Muyun came in.

The phantom hidden array that was blown by Fang Buqun did not stop her at all.

"W-How is this possible?" Fang Buqun, who had always looked calm, couldn't help but show horror on his face at this time: "This phantom hidden spirit array, obviously even the powerful divine sense of Jindan can be deceived in the past. ”

"How did you find out something was wrong?"

Su Muyun is only in the Jindan realm, and he is only at the first level of Jindan, and his strength is not as good as Li Wuqi.

Why didn't this spirit circle stop her?

"Haha." Su Muyun smiled: "This array is a good thing, yes, it can indeed prevent the power of Jindan." ”

"But." Her voice paused.

Fang Xing and Fang Yuanshu breathed a sigh of relief just now, but they were shocked by her next sentence and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Who told you..."

"I only have Jin Dan to cultivate?"

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Meanwhile.

Outside the city of Beiyuan, at the foot of Yufeng Mountain, the small courtyard of Fang Xing's family.

This small courtyard, which was once full of fireworks in the world, is now empty. All that was left was a snow-covered yard, and a dozen cedars that had bent over the rime.

Because it was really difficult to ride a tiger, Fang Xing finally decided to leave Beiyuan with his sister and follow Li Wuqi to the Hanging Sword Pavilion.

So, the two said goodbye to the cottage they had lived in for three years.

Before leaving, Fang Yuanshu deliberately sorted out the furnishings in the house, and carefully locked the doors and windows.

She said that this is her and her brother's home, and she hopes that no matter how far away they are, they can still go home together to see it in the future.

"I'm back."

The door of the small courtyard was gently pushed open.

The door was closed in the morning. It was turned on much earlier than Fang Yuanshu imagined.

A man walked in slowly.

That's the God operator.

He walked slowly into the courtyard and quietly looked at the cedars in the courtyard for a while.

"It's a pity. I thought I would be able to watch you grow up. The god operator did not use his spiritual power, but just pinched his sleeve with his hand like a mortal, and unhurriedly brushed away the thick snow that pressed on the cedar branches and leaves.

Then he continued to pace forward to the door of the main house.

The door lock was nothing to him.

The god operator just moved his eyes, and the lock automatically disintegrated into several parts, and then suspended in mid-air.

He pushed open the door and stepped inside.

A few steps inside, you can see Fang Xing's bedroom.

"Remember, Ah Shi? You were born here in the first place. The god operator said to the sword behind his back.

A good sword has a name, and it is no exception.

Ah Shi is its name.

It used its mind to tell the god operator, "Why are you like an old man, and you still come here to be nostalgic." ”

"I was an old man." God Operator laughed.

"As a primordial monk, you are very young."

"yes," the god operator sighed for a while.

He didn't speak anymore, just sat down in a random place in the room, and quietly watched everything in the room.

"It's time for you to save that kid." Ah Shi reminded.

"I know." The divine operator didn't pinch the trick again, but he was still able to calculate the heavenly machine extremely accurately: "There is still a quarter of an hour, don't worry." ”

Ah Shi stopped talking.

Instead, the god operator took the initiative to speak: "Ah Shi, you say, if I don't save that kid, or make a slight change to this established fate, what will happen to the result?" ”

Ah Shi pondered for a moment and asked rhetorically: "Only those who have regrets want to change the past." ”

"Do you have any regrets?"

"......" the god operator was silent for a while.

No. How can a person with a hundred blessings have regrets.

He's doing well now.

"I just feel more and more—" said the divine operator, "God has blessed me not only with good fortune, but also with a mission-"

"A mission that can't be escaped."

"The so-called Son of Destiny originally meant this."

"Whatever you want." Ah Shi was reluctant to deal with it: "But I have to remind you:"

"You can only go back to the past through the [Time Secret Realm] that appears randomly, and this opportunity is not under your control."

"If you change your fate at will, then even if you regret it later, there is no way to come back and correct history."

"And no one is sure what will happen when you change the past - will you open a whole new world, or will you disappear with the universe in a paradox? Are you sure you want to try? ”

"Stop, stop, stop," the god operator interrupted without complaint: "I'm just thinking about it, don't teach me a lesson." ”

So, Ah Shi stopped talking again.

"You're so boring." God Operator said.

"You don't look like an old man, too."

"Ah Shi, set an alarm clock for me, and call me in a quarter of an hour."

"Stupid. I'm not the kind of machine spirit that doesn't have a human nature, don't call me in that tone. ”

"Set an alarm clock, and after a quarter of an hour, vibrate mode."

“......”

A quarter of an hour later, the sword, named Ah Shi, vibrated violently like an alarm clock.

It snorted dissatisfiedly, "It's time, it's time to go and wipe your ass—"

"Fang Xing."

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Scold if you want to.

I threw out the theme in this chapter, which means that I won't deliberately write comedy after that, and I'm going to start laughing at myself.

Maybe it's poisonous.

But if I continue to write a book to "write a good book that sells well", then I really can't write a word about this book.

I was so stressed that I was about to throw up. Physiologically, really.