Seeing this, Qian Tongbao had a flash of inspiration in his mind.

"Senior brother, but to break through to the Bone Cultivation Realm, you need a lot of blood food? To be honest, it is useless for Senior Brother to go to the Spirit Dining Hall at this moment, the demon beasts of the Spirit Diet have long been surrounded by the martial arts disciples. Senior brother, junior brother has a bottle of Bigu Pill here, and nine Qi and Blood Pills, which is enough for Senior Brother to cultivate for a long time. ”

Qian Tongbao took out two bottles of pills, and the Qi and Blood Pill was pinched in his hand, and a fragrant fragrance passed from the pill.

"Senior brother, don't you know, this Qi and Blood Pill is refined from the demon essence blood in the Ten Thousand Mountains, and it is of great use to your martial arts cultivation. ”

Fang Shiyu looked at Qian Tongbao suspiciously, Qian Tongbao smiled, swallowed the Qi and Blood Pill in one gulp, and suddenly his round face turned red.

"Senior brother, I am a true cultivator, not a martial cultivator, so this Qi and Blood Pill is not good at digesting, but this Pill is really cut, if you don't believe me, you should also believe in my Tufeng's signboard, Tong Su is not deceitful. ”

Fang Shiyu looked at Qian Tongbao coldly, he took the remaining eight Qi and Blood Pills, swallowed one into his stomach, and then ate one Bigu Pill, the hunger disappeared for a while, and even he felt that the qi and blood in his body became more full.

Fang Shiyu said to Qian Tongbao: "Okay, very good! In the future, I will prepare it every month until I don't need it." ”

"Senior brother, the Qi and Blood Pill is quite expensive, and it requires a lot of money..."

Fang Shiyu interrupted the other party's words, "I know!"

After speaking, he took out a bunch of silver tickets left by Fang Da Niu, as well as a few spirit stones.

"You take these first, and I'll give them later. ”

Fang Shiyu turned around and left, with the Qi and Blood Pill and the Bigu Pill, it meant that it could continue to cultivate, and if it succeeded in cultivating earlier, it meant that it was strong, and if it was strong, it could take revenge, and it would be able to recapture the Nine Turns Soul Pill for Lu Yao.

At this moment, Fang Shiyu had already formed such an obsession, he couldn't wait, and he didn't want to stay here, and said unceremoniously that Fang Shiyu at this moment had changed and became more gloomy.

At this time, Chen Xianlong, who raised his hand, said: "What did I say the two of you are tucking about? Is there no one in Qingyunmen, and no one will go down without a master." Don't surround me, or it won't be good if you accidentally beat you all to death, don't think that a lot of people is great.."

Before the words fell, Chen Xianlong turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place, and then the sound of "frequent banging" sounded, and a group of Jinfeng disciples were instantly swept under the stage.

Chen Xianlong looked at Fang Shiyu again: "Hey, the famous Gong waste, I heard that you couldn't even keep your wife, and you were beaten to death by that girl on Mu Fang, is there such a thing?"

As soon as these words came out, the disciples of Qingyunmen opened their mouths wide in an instant, what did Chen Xianlong mean by what he said? Everyone was very strange, wife, was it a coincidence? Or was it Lu Yao? By the way, why was there no trace of Fairy Lu Yao? And the gossip that Fang Shiyu was holding Lu Yao under the water peak that day suddenly began to spread among the disciples.

"No, no, Lu Yao has fallen?"

"What I saw with my own eyes that day, Fang Zhenchuan kept blood and tears all the way, holding Fairy Lu Yao from under the water peak, alas, this matter is not allowed to be publicized. Well, now that outsiders have poked it out, everyone knows about it..."

"What the hell is going on?Why did Fairy Lu Yao go like this, no wonder you see Fang Zhenchuan looking down, the previous Fang Zhenchuan was full of spirit, hey, where did the huge servant of his family go?"

“.....”

For a while, countless words poured into Fang Shiyu's mind, almost making him spin a little.

Fang Shiyu almost hallucinated.

"You waste, if it weren't for you, how would Fang Da Niu be caught, if it weren't for you, how would Lu Yao die? If it weren't for your blind arrogance, if it weren't for you..."

In Fang Shiyu's mind, the remnants of the predecessor that had already dissipated reappeared, and he began to accuse Fang Shiyu, Fang Shiyu squatted on the ground with his head in his arms and cried bitterly.

"I'm not trash, I'm not fucking trash... Stone.. Mei.. Daniel.. Lu Yao... Nope..."

Fang Shiyu seemed to be caught in an infinite loop whirlpool, and he cried out in pain: "No!"

Then a memory that did not belong to him flooded into his mind, the green meadow, a calf leisurely gnawed on the tender grass, and an unknown black shadow suddenly fell from the sky, and many people flew out of the giant shadow, these people were holding bright long swords, the long sword fell on the grass, and the companions around the calf fell one after another.

"Moo!"

The calf roared unwillingly.

Then the calf's body suddenly ignited with blood-colored flames, and the red flames had a faint golden tinge, and the calf's eyes also turned golden.

At the same time, in Fang Shiyu's mind, the word "anger" was quietly condensed.

In the territory of Da Luo Immortal, Hun Qiu said in surprise: "This kid has really practiced the original "Mighty Bull Demon Sutra", no, it is not the original, it is the product of combining the immortal Dao of this world. Turning grief and anger into strength, I want to see how many Rule Divine Scripts this kid can collect. If you can have ten before you hold the pill, then this kid is qualified to try that thing... Fang Xing, what a waste.. You see that your descendants are much stronger than you..."

At the same time, in reality, the word "anger" on Fang Shiyu's brain gradually derived, and his originally smooth head also began to grow black hair at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment, but it didn't grow, it just sprouted.

"Boom!"

When the word "anger" was successfully condensed, the blood flames around Fang Shiyu's body were even more out of control, Qian Tongbao hurriedly dodged, at this time, Fang Shiyu's golden eyes were red, and no one dared to look directly at his edge as far as his eyes could reach.

The well-informed disciple of the Nine Sects said: "This is the legendary Golden Blood Flame? Doesn't it mean that only Martial Ancestor can condense the Golden Flame? This son is terrifying!"

"Yes, yes, look at his eyes, no wonder the sect asks us to pay attention to dealing with Fang Shiyu together, okay, let Chen Xianlong's kid try the depth first. ”

At the same time, Chen Xianlong on the stage also put away his contempt, after all, Fang Shiyu's appearance was really cool, and as a martial cultivator, he could clearly perceive the power of the golden flame.

At this time, on the side of Long Xiaomen, a young man wearing a dragon-shaped mask spoke up: "Xianlong, you are not his opponent, come down!"

Chen Xianlong's face was struggling, and he begged bitterly: "Brother Jiu, I want to give it a try..."

Then Chen Xianlong was also full of blood and energy, he locked on Fang Shiyu, he didn't believe in any bullshit martial arts, what did it matter if Fang Shiyu was a martial body? He Chen Xianlong also had Chen Xianlong's arrogance.

At the same time, Fang Shiyu slowly turned his head to look at Chen Xianlong, who was wrapped in golden flames at this time, and his eyes did not contain a trace of emotion.

"I'm annoying, don't mess with me!"

Fang Shiyu said coldly.

"Brush!"

The distance of hundreds of zhang was instantly narrowed by Fang Shiyu, and he took the lead in attacking Chen Xianlong in the ring, and with a simple and straightforward punch, he fell, just like Chen Xianlong beat Huang Yi at the beginning.

But unlike before, Chen Xianlong was even more unbearable, and was blasted out of the ring by Fang Shiyu with one punch, not only that, but Fang Shiyu stepped out of a big pit the size of four or five zhang square circle by Fang Shiyu in the ring.

For a while, the smoke and dust were billowing up, and in the smoke and dust, Fang Shiyu raised his head suddenly, he jumped up, this jump was at least five or six zhang, and it was Chen Xianlong who was blown away by Fang Shiyu in the sky, Chen Xianlong's arms stood at this time, because he had just blocked Fang Shiyu's punch with all his strength.

The smoke and dust have not yet dissipated, but fortunately, everyone watching the battle has cultivated and their eyes are sharp, but just when Fang Shiyu was about to give Chen Xianlong a whip.

One hand firmly grasped Fang Shiyu's heel, and on the other side, the other eight disciples of Long Xiaomen immediately joined forces to catch Chen Xianlong.

The owner of that hand is really the "ninth brother" in the mouth of Chen Xianlong.

"I'll fight with you!"

The two of them landed in the ring together, and the bluestones in the ring exploded in all directions, and at this moment, the Zhuji elders who had been fighting had to take action to maintain the protection around them.

It doesn't matter if the rubble hits the disciples, who told these people to look here? But if the rubble hits the surrounding buildings and palaces, it will be very troublesome.

There is no way, Qingyunmen is very poor, and these palaces have greater historical significance contained in them.

So some elders shouted while making a move: "Little rabbit cubs, stay away!"

The elder who spoke was none other than the White Crane Elder who hated the other party Shiyu to the bone, and the last time his master sat down, the head of the sect gave him extra grace and let him enter the inner gate.

But this time, Bai He had to help this kid wipe his ass for the sake of the rules of the sect, and of course he also watched the battle from time to time.

At this moment, Fang Shiyu was in an extremely delicate state, his cultivation had not necessarily improved much, but his blood and qi were quite transparent at the moment.

Different from the incessant flow of the word "blood" when the word god is added, and the hysteria when the word "ruthless" is added, at this moment he seems to have entered another personality.

In his mind, the calf kept making a "moo" call, and Fang Shiyu's eyes did not change from light gold to dark gold.

And the dragon-faced man said to this: "You are indeed a martial body, and like your ancestors, you have refined the golden flame in the Acquired Realm. But for 3,000 years, I have not been a vegetarian. Fang Shiyu, today, I will use you and me to argue whose martial arts are stronger. ”

Fang Shiyu didn't listen to the dragon-faced man's words at all, his mind was now full of cow barking and the picture of his beloved leaving, he was very angry, but at the same time he maintained an extraordinary rationality.

It's a subtle feeling.

At this moment, Fang Shiyu moved, and the qi and blood long sword in his hand suddenly condensed, but unlike before, this time the sword was golden.

The dragon man is making a knife, a dragon head treasure knife.

"Die!"

Fang Shiyu came out with a sword, this sword went straight and straight, just to stab, the dragon-faced man dodged, but then, the one in Fang Shiyu's hand came out, and the golden long sword pierced the dragon-faced man in an instant.

This scene came too fast, so fast that the Elder Zhuji who was preparing to rescue on the side didn't have time to make a move.

Bai He scolded: "Stinky boy, troublemaker!"

"Boom!"

The dragon-faced man fell to the ground with a bang.

The disciples of the Long Xiaomen below were terrified, and the invincible Ninth Master was actually defeated, and he was defeated in the hands of the Fang family's heirs.

At the same time, an elder immediately came to check the injuries of the dragon-faced man, but fortunately, this sword was only a penetrating wound, although it passed through the chest, but the dragon-faced human body was strong, and the clear wind trick used for healing did not need to be sprinkled with money, after all, it protected the dragon-faced man for a lifetime.

Bai He angrily reprimanded Fang Shiyu: "Stinky boy, do you know the good things you have done, if you kill him, Qingyunmen may immediately start a war with Long Xiaomen?"

The golden sword in Fang Shiyu's hand dissipated the light, and the word "anger" in his head also dissipated, after the battle of Fang Cai, Fang Shiyu felt a lot more relaxed, "anger" represents a kind of extreme emotion of people, it is venting, and it is also a kind of power.

Facing Elder Baihe's questioning, Fang Shiyu said lightly, "What's my business?"

Elder White Crane was furious, if it weren't for the fact that the dragon-faced man was still spurting blood at this moment, he couldn't pull out, he wanted to slash Fang Shiyu with a sword right now.

Once upon a time, he was also a good man, but now he cares about the sect's Elder Baihe.

At the same time, on Qingyun Peak, the bright little sun finally set, and even ushered in an extraordinary dark cloud in the sky, with a misty drizzle, Fang Shiyu stepped down and left under Qian Tongbao's courteous words.

Behind him is the collapsing ring, the opponent who was almost killed, and Shui Feng...