Pei Nanpo, the palace master of the Illusory Realm Palace, had a solemn and abnormal expression recently, as if he had lost his spiritual heart that had been cultivated for hundreds of years.

On the Dead Wood Ridge, Fu Huanjing and Tiefutu, the master and apprentice climbed one after the other, with difficulty.

"Master, is it necessary to work so hard?" Fu Huanjing asked tiredly.

"Stinky boy, since ancient times, the big demons of the demon clan have all loved the plank road of Ming and secretly crossed Chen Cang. Therefore, the journey of our master and apprentice to the end of the dragon is the best way to take precautions. The Dark Servant Futu said with a proud face.

"Master, all apprentices understand this truth, but why does your old man want to be an apprentice and carry such a heavy stake for practicing boxing?" Fu Huanjing complained weakly.

"Stinky boy, the cultivation of the Great Dao lies in the accumulation of bits and pieces day by day. This time, our master and apprentice traveled far away to fall into the dragon's end, how could we relax and practice boxing and pile driving along the way!" explained the dark servant Futu.

Fu Huanjing stopped talking, knowing that telling the master of "o jiang lake" was tantamount to getting an axe.

However, Fu Huanjing deliberately walked slowly, and opened a distance not close to his master Tiefutu.

"Oops!" Fu Huanjing pretended that an inexplicable bird was pecking at him, so he took off the heavy wooden stake on his back and knocked it down at the bottom of the Dead Wood Ridge, shouting.

"Stinky boy, don't go to the bottom of Deadwood Ridge to pick up the stake, I guess it's already broken and unusable. Come, hang this thicker and heavier stake on your back for the teacher. Not far ahead, the secret servant Futu heard the disciple's shout, so he took out a thick wooden stake from the dust-free bag and said with a smile.

"Master, can you stop laughing, the apprentice is being played with by you like this, I'm afraid the apprentice won't survive the fall of the dragon!" Fu Huanjing said helplessly when he saw that the master's dust-free bag contained no less than 100 thick wooden stakes.

"Stinky boy, this is scared? Extremely wasteful! I think that when my master and I carried more than 50 catties of blood and a knife for ten years, I would never complain like this, and I was full of useless rage. The secret servant Futu was so angry that he didn't say a word, and the Imperial Thrilling Sword went to the Falling Dragon Cliff and said.

"Don't, master, you have something to say!" Fu Huanjing pleaded bitterly at the master's long-disappeared back.

The reason why Fu Huanjing needs to spend foot strength is that he can't use his Xuanyuan Divine Sword to go to the Falling Dragon Field. It was because his master used the Nine Star Heavenly Secret to seal his Fu Huanjing's Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his body, and he couldn't take it out by driving the aura mana.

Speaking of the Nine Stars Heavenly Secret Technique of the Illusory Realm, Tie Futu, the owner of the Illusory Realm Meditation Wine Workshop, and Pei Nanpo, the palace master of the Illusory Realm Concubine Palace, these two people could never be avoided.

Although the secret servant Futu was forty years old, the sword opened the gate of heaven and flew to the illusion world. But he didn't know the illusion world and the human world, because the physical body of the human world and the spiritual body of the illusion world were very different, in fact, he was only twenty years old.

After the dark servant Futu came to the illusory world, he ate the sky of the "five borders of the illusory world" with one move of "Hidden Sword World".

As the old saying goes, people are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong.

For the secret servant Futu, who is actually in his forties, he used his fame to open a meditation tavern for the rest of his life.

After all, he secretly served Futu in the human world to have a heart for a woman, and he created countless murders, and he was full of guilt.

Therefore, for the unfamiliar fantasy world, he secretly served Futu that it was okay to brew immortals, so he had no intention of going to have a vigorous love again.

However, Pei Nanpo, the palace master of the Illusory Realm Palace, Gu Yaoxingjun Pei Nanpo, came to the Jingxin Tavern to drink and have fun with his fingertips and sister Qingshan who was married to him.

At first, the two exchanged glasses and changed lamps, some talked and laughed, and envied others.

But when the handsome and extraordinary Secret Servant Futu appeared in front of Senior Sister Qingshan, her eyes couldn't leave him.

"Senior brother, maybe this is love at first sight!" Senior Sister Qingshan was carried away by love for a while, and said nonsense.

Seeing that her sister Qingshan, who was married to her fingertips, was bewildered by Tiefutu, the owner of the Jingxin Liquor Workshop, Pei Nanpo resolutely decided to worship Tiefutu and become brothers with different surnames, not seeking to be born in the same year and month, but to die in the same year and month.

Gradually, the three of them became entangled together, and the secret servant Futu felt that it didn't matter, anyway, these two celebrities from the illusory world often frequented the winery, and the daily business income of the winery increased a lot.

Although Senior Sister Qingshan is wishful thinking, she also enjoys it. After all, she can meet her brother Futu every day to relieve her lovesickness, so that she will not lose her face and lose her liver and intestines.

In the end, Pei Nanpo reminded his sister Qingshan every day that the owner of Jingxin Wine Shop was by no means a good person, and persuaded her to marry him as soon as possible.

It's so funny, a woman's mind is like a lost embroidery needle in the East China Sea, and how can a man easily figure it out.

For her younger sister, she always firmly believes that she will slowly fall in love with Brother Futu. After all, after a long time, the two will have a friendship relationship. A little longer, her Futu brother would have sympathized with his infatuation. In the end, after accumulating over time, her Futu brother's sympathy will turn into a deep male and female affection for herself.

For a year, Pei Nanpo would get drunk in Jingxin Liquor Shop late every night, and then he would pull Tiefutu to worship again as a lifelong brother.

Once or twice is fine, but if the number of bows increases, it will cause the ground in front of Guan Er Ye to be bowed out of the potholes by the two of them.

The crowd drinking on the side laughed and couldn't understand such a formality of performance art.

Three years flew by, and the junior sister Qingshan, one of the three, was kicked out by Tiefutu and Pei Nanpo. To the surprise of everyone in the tavern who came to see the jokes of the two every day, in the end, the two had no intention of keeping the love between men and women in the world, and vowed to climb to the peak of the strongest spiritual power god of war in the fantasy world.

This also means that the two will often exchange kendo moves and learn each other's swordsmanship strengths.

Pei Nanpo's family passed down the Nine Stars Tianchen Formula, and he did not hesitate to say that Tiefutu listened to it at the friend of life and death.

Now the strongest spiritual power god of war in the illusion world is the cold and elegant Yunding Sword Sect Great Elder Murong Bo, Tie Futu and Pei Nanpo have challenged him again and again, but they have all failed miserably and returned without the intention of coveting fame.

I don't know how long it took, after Fu Huanjing's tireless journey, he finally arrived at the Falling Dragon Age.

"Master, what is this?" Fu Huanjing asked in surprise when he saw the master holding a beautiful woman in his arms.

"Stinky boy, what are you doing in a daze, don't you come to see Fan Qingshan, the master lady who came soon!" said the secret servant Futu with a smile on his face.

"Hello teacher!" Fu Huanjing said at a loss.

"The master is not good!" said Fan Qingshan, the master of the Fallen Dragon Age, holding the dragon tendon leather whip in her hand and whipping the master and apprentice.

"Qingshan, this face turning is faster than turning a book, isn't it?" said the Dark Servant Futu quickly.

Fu Huanjing on the side was not as alert as his master, and the pain of being beaten was extremely painful.

"Negative man, get out of the old lady!" Fan Qingshan roared and raised his hand and roared.

After a deafening roar, the unlucky master and apprentice duo were shocked dozens of meters away.

The Dark Servant Futu slapped the dust all over his body, got up and returned to the Meditation Tavern with the Divine Sword.

Fu Huanjing was left alone and lying on the muddy water and soil with pits and bruises.

The reason why Fan Qingshan was so angry was because of the drunken promiscuity of the secret servant Futu many years ago, which caused her to conceive a child, but unfortunately she died in a stillborn birth.

The previous love and sweetness were all seen by her Fan Qingshan and outsiders, she just wanted to make him lose face in front of his most beloved apprentice.

Tiefutu walked very freely, but Fu Huanjing couldn't do that. He had to plead with Master Fan Qingshan to lift the seal of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword from the Nine Star Heavenly Secret in his body.