Tie Zhu patted his chest and promised: "What do you say? You think I'm you? I'm very fond of it!"

Fang Yuhan smiled: "You are very fond of it, this is a fact, but what if you are empathetic?"

Tie Zhu rolled his eyes and said, "Can you say something nice? How can Senior Sister Qianmo be a scoundrel like you? We are happy with each other, loyal to each other, and never give up, how can we empathize and don't fall in love? Tell you, don't look at us with your dirty set!"

Fang Yuhan saw the stinky appearance of Tie Zhu, and couldn't help laughing at the moment: "Keep dreaming of you, I still have something to do!"

Tie Zhu snorted: "It seems that I will stay away from you in the future, so as not to be infected by your dirty thoughts!"

When Fang Yuhan heard this, he snorted: "The essence is black, no matter how you wash it, it won't be white, let's go, I'm stunned, there is no spring breeze in this yard, and it can't warm you!"

"Of course there is no spring breeze, now in September, it is also an autumn breeze to blow, this person's brain is really not good, you have to stay away from him!" Tie Zhu had already walked out of the courtyard when he spoke.

Fang Yuhan sat in the room, thinking of the matter between him and Shangguan Ling'er, and sighed secretly in his heart at the moment, why is he a human being, but Shangguan Ling'er is a demon?

Since all things have spirits, how can they not be combined with each other? The more Fang Yuhan thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and at the moment he was lying directly on the bed, in a daze, but it was already night.

Fang Yuhan sat up and looked out the dark window, but at this moment, a figure climbed over the courtyard wall and came to the courtyard.

Because he had just gotten up, Fang Yuhan didn't light the lamp, but his spiritual sense was extremely sensitive, and the figure had just entered the courtyard and was discovered by him.

This is the Tianxin Pavilion Cabinet, why are you still making trouble? Fang Yuhan's eyes flashed with meaning, and he didn't mean to light the lamp, just sat at the table.

Fang Yuhan understood that when this person entered the courtyard, he naturally came for himself, and at that moment he wanted to give that person a big surprise. The man really didn't look at it much, and after noticing that there was no one around, he went straight to the room where Fang Yuhan was staying in Dai Che.

Fang Yuhan's eyes couldn't help but flash slightly, it seemed that this person knew his situation very well. In the current cabinet, all the people knew that he lived in the Fire Spirit Pavilion, but the people who knew exactly which room he lived in were only Tie Zhu, Yue Ningmei, Zhuo Qingfeng, Ling Ying, and Qianmo.

These people have a good relationship with Fang Yuhan, if they want anything, they won't be so sneaky, Fang Yuhan still understands this, if it weren't for them, who would it be? Fang Yuhan couldn't help but lower his eyebrows and ponder.

At this moment, the door of the house opened silently, and the moonlight spilled into the room, pulling Fang Yuhan's shadow to the old age, and at this time, his extremely cheap smile was even more dazzling under the moonlight.

"How can there be such an unkind guest as you, you don't knock on the door when you enter the house!" Fang Yuhan teased.

The man was already extremely shocked when he saw Fang Yuhan sitting in the room, and when he heard Fang Yuhan's words, he instantly panicked, but when he saw the stone sword placed on the table, his eyes lit up. Then the aura worked, clenching his fist and blasting towards Fang Yuhan.

Fang Yuhan's expression couldn't help but froze, because he could clearly perceive that this powerful aura was definitely not weaker than the existence of Qianmo, in other words, this person's cultivation was definitely in the realm of spiritual void.

Looking at this person's figure and his ambition to win the stone sword, without thinking too much, Fang Yuhan had already guessed who the person in front of him was, and his purpose was obviously to steal his stone sword.

Between the flips of his thoughts, Fang Yuhan's right hand was raised, and under the infusion of spiritual energy, his entire arm suddenly emitted a faint halo, and then a strong force surged out, meeting the man's attack.

There was a thud, and the force that swept away filled the room, and the room made a dull sound one after another. Fang Yuhan retreated a few steps back, each step back was extremely difficult, obviously with his cultivation now, he couldn't defeat the masked man in front of him.

The masked man couldn't help but kick back at this time, the look of horror in his eyes at the moment was better than Fang Yuhan, his eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, his palm glowed, and the palm knife slashed down, and went straight to Fang Yuhan's face, obviously he had the intention of killing Fang Yuhan with this move.

The true qi in Fang Yuhan's body was running rapidly, a punch blasted out, the fist met the palm knife, the dull sound came out again, and he fell below again, but the masked man was spinning, and then his feet swirled and swept, kicking Fang Yuhan's face.

Fang Yuhan did a somersault backwards, and when his body stood still, his horse steps sank slightly, and then his hands were stretched out, and his aura roared out, like the Yangtze River, and in the dark room, it seemed that day was ushered in in an instant.

The masked man was already again, and at that moment he gathered his hands into palms and withdrew, his palms were like a mountain, majestic and majestic, and Fang Yuhan's attack was resolved, and then his body shot out like lightning, and the other party Yuhan launched an extremely fierce attack.

Although Fang Yuhan is still in the foundation building period, he has been studying the operation of the aura in his body these days, at this time he did not deliberately run the aura, after many strands came out of the dantian, they were running in the eight veins and twelve canons of the Qi Sutra, and under the combination of Qi Zheng, the power exuded was really unpredictable.

Although that person's attack was strong, it was just right for Fang Yuhan to slip past the danger every time. In the blink of an eye, the two have been fighting for nearly dozens of rounds, and although Fang Yuhan is below, he has no defeat.

After more than ten rounds of fighting, Fang Yuhan's aura moved faster than before, but it was more complicated, and the power of the manifestation was mysterious, as if his body could drive the general trend of heaven and earth to circulate, so that the order of all things could be used for his own use.

The masked man had an illusion at this time, as if he was not facing a person, but all things in heaven and earth, and everything in this room was obviously placed there and not moving, but at this time it seemed to be attacking him.

Such a depressing environment made the masked people's hearts feel a little chaotic, so there were more flaws, and at the moment, Fang Yuhan seized the opportunity, intertwined his fists and palms, but occupied the top.

The more he fought, the more confident Fang Yuhan became, at the moment he was running the aura with one hand, but with the other hand, he was retracting the aura into the sea of qi, and between retracting and releasing it, he exuded a monstrous might. If it weren't for the fact that this masked man's cultivation was indeed successful, he would have been defeated in vain if he was replaced by other mid-stage spiritual void realms.

The horror under the masked man's heart was indescribable, and at that moment he thought that it would be unfavorable for him to continue fighting, he must fight quickly, Xuan Gong operated, and the power that belonged to the middle stage of the spiritual void suddenly unfolded, and the light emitted from his palm was so strong that it was indescribable, and the flowing Dao rhyme was even more manifested into dense runes intertwined and fell.

Fang Yuhan still only had the perfect cultivation of the foundation building period, and under the impact of that powerful and unparalleled strength, he couldn't help but snort from the Lord, his body slid out, and hit the screen behind him, and the sound of clicking came, and the screen suddenly turned into powder, but Fang Yuhan himself fell to the ground.

The strength in his body was intertwined and impacted, and Fang Yuhan's feet and hands were as soft as mud, and he couldn't make up his strength for a while. The masked man ignored Fang Yuhan, and quickly stretched out his hand to grab the stone sword on the table.

Seeing that the stone sword was about to be in his hands, the masked man's eyes were full of excitement, but at this time, he suddenly found that he couldn't hold the stone sword, which was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, making him stunned for a while, not knowing what to do.

Fang Yuhan dissolved the force that invaded his body, and with a light click, a carp jumped up, waved his fists, and smashed towards the person's vest. The man didn't look back, raised his palm to meet the fist strength of Yuhan above, and with a bang, Fang Yuhan retreated here.

"I know your purpose, but this is Lao Tzu's weapon, how can ordinary people use it easily? You might as well accept your fate!" Fang Yuhan's body paused slightly, volleyed into the air, and smashed his fist out, with a power that looked at the heavens and the earth.

There was a little fear and anger in the masked man's heart, and he felt that he couldn't deal with Fang Yuhan's move in a hurry, so he had to turn sideways and get out of the way.

At this time, Fang Yuhan landed a somersault, holding the stone sword in his hand and swinging it violently, although there was no sword light, but it stirred up a gust of wind.

The masked man's eyes were full of unwillingness and anger, but then there was a hint of fear. Unwilling, that's because such divine weapons are not their own.

Angry, Fang Yuhan was able to fight so many tricks with the cultivation of the foundation building period, and what he was afraid of was that the power of the stone sword was far from something he could resist, and there was no second way to go except to retreat at the moment.

Fang Yuhan struck the air with a sword, kept up with his pace, and rushed out of the house, the stone sword swung like a gray club, but it was this ancient sword body, the invisible power released, that made the masked man retreat again.

The masked man knew that if he continued to entangle, he would most likely reveal his identity, and when he did a somersault, he would go out of the courtyard wall and disappear into the night sky in the distance. He didn't know that Fang Yuhan had already guessed his identity, but he didn't break it.

The person who broke into Fang Yuhan's courtyard tonight and stole the sword was none other than Ji Shengxuan. His cultivation has already entered the realm of the middle stage of spiritual void, and in this cabinet, except for Qin Ruochan, the only people who can compare with him are Qianmo and Miaoqing.

It's just that Qianmo's Cold Star Spear was cast today, and he understands that he is definitely not the opponent of Qianmo who holds the Cold Star Spear. Fang Yuhan and Tie Zhu had fought against him, and it was only by taking advantage of the power of this stone sword and the Fengming sword that they defeated him.

Ji Shengxuan understood that the Fengming Sword was definitely not comparable to Fang Yuhan's stone sword, so he came to fight the idea of the stone sword, but unfortunately, he didn't expect that the stone sword would be so mysterious and weird, and everything was in vain after all.

"It's really hateful, how could this Fang Yuhan be so powerful? Fortunately, he is a full spiritual root, and his cultivation is complete in the foundation building period, otherwise he will inevitably become an immortal enemy in the future, but he is obviously a waste, why should such a divine weapon still choose him as the master? This is really unfair!" Ji Shengxuan was in a forest in the cabinet at this time, and when he saw that there was no one around, his emotions suddenly exploded.