Between the ninth and eighth floors of Wanbao Building, there is a most powerful prohibition and magic circle between the nine floors, this type of magic circle, strictly speaking, even the master of the Yuanying realm is not so easy to break, but in terms of avoiding the ban and breaking the magic circle, with the Yin Yang God and Demon Jian and the Prajna Sutra, it is definitely a master, not to mention the Yuanying, even if the catastrophe overhaul comes, I dare not say that my attainments in breaking the ban and breaking the formation can be better than the two peerless treasures in the body.

Rao is like this, he also used a small half of the tea, a layer of cold sweat oozed from his head, and he successfully passed through the magic circle, during which it was extremely dangerous, if it weren't for his slippery body, it was really difficult to sneak in without touching the magic circle, but it was finally successful, and when he stepped up to the ninth floor, his heart couldn't help but thump, and his eyes looked inward with a light in his eyes......

And then he froze!

The ninth floor of Wanbao Building, but not like the first eight floors of the pearl treasures, but like an ordinary study, sparsely placed a few things, it looks also dull, gray and dilapidated, as if picked up from the street, and more importantly, in the middle of this study, is placed a table that I don't know how many years old, opposite the table, there is an old man who does not speak like words, wearing a robe, wearing a green scarf, a sour dress, with two round glass pieces on his face, lying on the desk and writing hard......

Hearing Fang Xing's voice, the old Confucian also raised his head, and his eyes looked at him from behind the two glass pieces.

One old and one young, one monk and one Confucian, and at the same time a little dumb......

“****......”

Fang Xing was the first to react, and almost jumped up: "How can there be someone here?"

His heart was really weirdly tight, he had clearly sensed that there was no breath of a living person on it just now, how could an old man suddenly come out? I subconsciously turned my head to take a look, only to find that some of those prohibitions were leaked out of the blockade breath, and this old man was old and mournful, and he had almost no cultivation, so it was no wonder that he didn't find him at all. It's really that the current strength of Fang Xing is not ordinary, and he only puts people above the Jindan realm in his eyes at every turn, and these mortals are equal to nothing......

But it's okay, after all, it's just a mortal old man, and he just knocks it out!

Moreover, this dead old man is dressed in a sour dress, which is what Uncle Fang hates the most, and he must fight when he sees a scholar!

It's too late, it's too soon. After all, he was also worried that this old man would make a noise, alarming the old man who was sitting in the backyard of Wanbao Building, Fang Xing almost saw the old Confucian for the first time, so he jumped up, took out the Feng Zen Xiaoding in his storage bag, and knocked on the door of the old man's head, this time it was as fast as lightning, and the old man was stunned. Didn't react!

However, when he saw that this Zen Xiaoding was about to smash into this old head, Fang Xing hesitated slightly. Thinking that this Zen Ding weighed more than 100,000 catties, and his hands were heavy, the old man looked weak and couldn't live for a few days. It's going to be slapped on the old man's head......

"Wait......"

This put down the gap between Feng Chanding and changing the inkstone, and finally made the old man react, his hands danced sharply, and he lowered his voice and shouted.

If his voice is raised, it is estimated that this inkstone will go down. However, seeing that he was interested, he even knew that he had lowered his voice, so Fang Xing subconsciously hesitated, and the inkstone was suspended in the air, only half a finger away from the old man's head......

Looking at the swarthy inkstone that was close at hand, and then at Feng Chan Xiaoding next to him and Fang Xing with a fierce and vicious face, the old sour Confucian escaped death as if he was relieved, patted his chest gently, and then looked at Fang Xing in panic a few times, straightened the two glass pieces on the bridge of his nose, and asked in a daze: "This Taoist friend...... You...... What are you doing here?"

"Do you need to ask?"

Fang Xing waved the inkstone in his hand, and the fierce bully came to say.

The old sour man was stunned for a moment, glanced at the hemp bag behind Fang Xing, and said in disbelief: "...... Stealing?"

Fang Xing, who originally wanted to knock him out with an inkstone, suddenly became angry, looked at the old sour man indignantly and said, "You are blind, what are you stealing...... Obviously I came to rob him...... Master, I will never steal when I can rob ......."

I shouldn't have seen such a straightforward answer, and the old sour man was also stunned for a moment, before he smiled bitterly: "Rob Wanbaolou?"

Fang Xingdao: "That's right!"

The old sour man looked at Fang Xing's eyes with some admiration: "Daoist friends are really fierce!"

Fang Xing was a little embarrassed, his hand holding the inkstone was slightly loose, and he smiled: "Don't say that, I'm embarrassed to knock you!"

The old sour man seemed to be dizzy, and then he noticed the inkstone that was still confiscated next to his head, and remembered that he was afraid, and said with a somewhat frightened look: "This ...... This one...... Fellow Daoist, you don't want to kill people, do you?"

Fang Xingdao: "How can it, you don't know who I am, why did you kill you, just stunned!"

The old sour man breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a bitter face: "Why do you have to be knocked out?"

Fang Xing glared at him and said, "How can I steal without knocking you out...... Oh no, grab something!"

The old sour man smiled bitterly: "You can rob you, my body, and I can't stop you......"

"That's right!"

Fang Xing muttered, but put down the inkstone, but then said sourly: "You old thing, be careful for me, master, I react quickly, as long as you want to shout and scream, I will definitely shoot you, don't use the inkstone, just use that tripod to shoot you...... Let me tell you, just because of your dress, it is also thanks to your age, if you were a teenager, I would have beaten you up a long time ago!"

"Why?"

The old sour man raised his two hands high, as if he was afraid that Fang Xing would misunderstand that he was dishonest, and at the same time asked curiously.

Fang Xingdao: "You scholars hate it the most, there is no good thing...... Every day when I have nothing to write about, I also whined and mourned, when I was a child, I didn't suffer less from you, and half of the reason why I was beaten by my uncle was because of your ......."

This reason made the old sour Confucian also stunned, and after a while, he defended: "It was done by a prestigious Confucian, and it has nothing to do with me!"

Fang Xingdao: "Why is it okay?"

The old sour man said indignantly: "I've been fucking tested all my life, and I haven't even been admitted to a show!"

When Fang Xing heard the fun, he laughed and said, "Shame on you, then you are still wearing a Confucian robe?"

The old sour man said: "Just because I didn't get in, I wore it on my body and enjoyed it!"

"You're honest!"

Fang Xing praised the old sourman, feeling that the old man had a good appetite for him, goodbye the old sourman really didn't mean to shout, his two hands were always held high, and he had no intention of putting it down, so he relaxed his heart slightly, a wisp of divine thought hung on the old sour, monitoring his every move at any time, but he turned around and began to carefully look at the layout in this room, while looking, he also felt a little curious and asked the old sourman: " Wanbaolou is also one of the twelfth floors of Bai Yujing, it is considered a top existence in the cultivation world, how can you put an old thing of yours on the top floor, it scared me just now, I thought there would be some treasures here......"

The old sour man smiled bitterly: "What kind of treasure, the treasures are all on the lower floors, and above this is where the old man imprisoned himself......"

"Self-imprisoned?"

Fang Xing keenly discovered these two words, and turned his head to look at the old sour man in surprise.

This old sour Confucian is just a mortal, how can he be qualified to be imprisoned in the ninth level of Wanbao Tower?

The old sour man also seemed to know that Fang Xing had misunderstood, and explained with a smile: "When I was young, I did something wrong, and I regretted it, so I begged Wanbaolou to lock me up here, and it just so happened that they also lacked a person to help them copy the meaning of the scriptures, and this person really can't just go out casually, and I will naturally send it to their hearts like this, so I will stay here......"

In this way, Fang Xing understood.

Wanbaolou pays for the edict, there are many things like scriptures, which cannot be copied with jade slips, and those that are reproduced with jade slips are often people's thoughts, that is, people's understanding and perception are given to you at the same time, although it is convenient, but there are always some things that are not on the table, some places that follow the ancient law, or are more accustomed to using paper to spread the scriptures, and Wanbaolou often needs to distribute the scriptures, so naturally people need people to keep helping them copy, probably this is the reason why this old sour Confucian will stay on this floor......

Maybe there were some other reasons, but Fang Xing didn't care.

After all, whether it is in his divine sense induction, or in the Yin and Yang God and Demon Sense, this old sour Confucian is just an ordinary person, his qi and blood are decaying, there is nothing different, it is just some secrets, as long as it does not affect his business, he is too lazy to find out the bottom ......

"What the hell is this......"

After carefully observing the room, I couldn't help but be disappointed, what treasures were there in this room, except for a bunch of thread-bound books with no spirituality, there were only a few shelves, but what was placed on them was clearly what kind of half-weathered beast bones, as well as a smooth collarbone, a few stones with strange patterns, a broken blade with only one piece left, and only a white bone palm and a skull head with several holes on it, etc., were quietly placed on the shelf, ancient and strange......

Sure enough, there is no treasure?

Fang Xing was very disappointed in his heart, and while muttering, he still stepped forward to take a look with a puzzled face, and used the Yin Yang God Demon Sword.

"The corpse of the lightning clan, the spirituality has been lost, and the treasure is completely ......"

"The bones of the fallen god seed, not treasure bones, no special ...... of the opposite sex"

"Desolate God Gold, the divine power has been lost, only the remains are ......"

Although it was a tattered, but after all, it was a tattered on the ninth floor of the Baiyujing Wanbao Building, Fang Xing did not let go of any possibility, and took these things seriously with the Yin Yang God Demon Sword, but he was disappointed to find that although the names of these things were strange, what kind of lightning clan and falling god species, etc., I had never heard of them, but they had neither divinity nor rules, and they were indeed only tattered......

Only when he saw the last skull, he was slightly stunned, and his eyes were slightly bright.

In his heart, a hint of the Yin Yang God Demon Jian flashed: "True Immortal Skull, there is a ban, and it is unrecognizable......" (to be continued.) )