The three of them were chatting with Ximen Fan in the living room, and in a blink of an eye, the sky was getting dark.

Hearing that the two of Lan Sect's two had already left, after Ximen Chang returned, he sent someone to take them to the guest room, and then invited them to share dinner.

He Yi placed the white warbler and the Gu Immortal Spirit card together in a guest room before rushing to the banquet.

After learning that Chang Le gave his son a volume of immortal cultivation exercises, Ximen Chang was very grateful, and he toasted frequently, and was so moved.

His own spiritual root is poor, and he can't cultivate the immortal law, his son has no dantian, and he can't retain his true qi, so he secretly blames him every day and night for his own inheritance. Now that there is a method of refining the body, although the price is that the baby son will be a subordinate to others for twenty years in the future, it is already very satisfying to be able to see him embark on the road of cultivating immortals.

Ximen Fan's mother had a conflict with Ximen Chang, who had lived alone in Beicheng for more than half a year, and immediately moved back after learning that her son could cultivate immortals.

That night, Ximen's Mansion was full of laughter and shadows, and it wasn't until midnight that He Yi and the others returned to their room.

As soon as he entered the house, the first thing he did was to force out the smell of alcohol in his blood. Chang Le and Yun Xuan always shirked the toast to him under the pretext of being injured, making him drunk and dizzy.

The three of them stayed at Simon's house, recuperating from their injuries while waiting for the white warbler to wake up. Soon, three days passed.

The white warbler has not woken up. He Yi went to see her every day, and his face was the same miserable white. They had also tried to give her the pill, but her physical body was actually given by the Gu Immortal Spirit Brand, and she couldn't absorb the effects of the pill at all. The pill was in my mouth for a long time, but there was still no change at all.

In the past three days, Yun Xuan wandered around the city every day to find her so-called "knowledge". Chang Le meditates and cultivates in the house all day long, quietly recuperating from his injuries. It has been a long time since he married the Dan, and now it is almost time to break through to the middle stage of the Jindan. And He Yi has been accompanying Ximen Fan to cultivate.

This kid usually chatters non-stop, but once he cultivates, he doesn't say a word and is determined.

I remember on the first day, after he had done 10 sets of 200 push-ups, 18 backyard frog jumps, 300 squats, and running from the west of the city to the north of the city for 14 miles, he gasped for breath and cramped and said, "Is this cultivation? This is torture at all!"

But after He Yi kicked the rockery in front of him and kneaded the iron sword into iron with one hand, he no longer questioned it.

Under He Yi's urging, he was tired into a mess of mud during the day, and he couldn't sleep at night, and he was guarded to practice the "Empty Xuanjin Body Technique", so miserable that even his father and mother couldn't help but come out to plead.

However, He Yi did not agree, and Ximen Fan himself refused to rest. The process of penance is so arduous that it is a process that every ascetic must go through. If you can't get through even the simplest exhaustion, let alone more and deeper pain in the future.

The cultivation process of the "Empty Xuanjin Body Technique" seems to be longer than the "Pilu Sutra", but it doesn't seem to hurt so much, every time Ximen Fan finishes cultivating, he has a look of ecstasy, which makes He Yi so jealous that he can't wait to grab it and take a look.

Early in the morning of the fourth day, He Yigang accompanied him from the west of the city to the north of the city and came back, and two sword lights, one red and one yellow, came from the sky.

As if seeing them, Luo Ling and Fu Anjie fell directly in the backyard.

Seeing Ximen Fan's sweaty appearance, Luo Ling asked with concern: "Xiaofan, why did you go?" ”

"Sister Ling, I'm cultivating. He replied cheerfully.

"This is called cultivation?" Fu Anjie glanced at him with disdain, and sneered: "It's the first time I've seen someone who cultivates without exhaling aura, but running all over the street." ”

It turns out that they all saw it just now.

"Senior Brother Fu, can you say a few words!" Luo Ling glared at him, a little angry.

Ximen Fan doesn't care, after so many years, he has long been used to it, just if he doesn't exist.

"I have a small vision, and I blame others?" He Yi said with white eyes.

"What do you mean!" Fu Anjie lifted the flying sword, and he was about to get angry.

"What do you mean, you still need to ask? I don't understand such a simple sentence, so let's find a private school to study. He scoffed. I didn't want to pay attention to this kind of soy sauce party that can only live for two chapters, but in the past two days, Ximen Fan has performed well and he is in a good mood, so he doesn't mind taking some time to play with Brother Soy Sauce.

"What a bold man, he dares to ......"

"Shut up!" Luo Ling snorted angrily and said to him, "Either you go back to Tinglan Mountain immediately, or shut up for me!"

"Division...... Senior sister, for the sake of this little waste, you actually ......"

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Two resounding slaps.

One was hit by Luo Ling, and the force was neither light nor heavy. There was also a fight by He Yi, who beat him three times in place, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"It's best to think about how many pounds and taels you have before talking about other people's waste. He Yi frowned.

There used to be people who called him a waste, but in just a few months, those people were left behind by him.

Talent is not a person who rebels against the sky, and hard work is much more important than spiritual roots.

Two slaps in a row made Fu Anjie dizzy, he shook his head vigorously, trembling with anger, glared at Luo Ling, glared at He Yi, and glared at Ximen Fan.

"Yes, yes. Senior sister, you actually teamed up with an outsider to beat me! Simon little waste, and you! Wait for me!" He put down the harsh words and asked Edgeworth to leave.

But at this time, He Yi said: "Don't go, what are you waiting for? This hero is very busy, and he will leave Fangyuan Island in a few days, you can't find the enemy to be more wronged?

"Don't go too far, this friend!"

Luo Ling glared angrily.

Even if the junior brother is wrong, he is also his own junior brother, even if there is a conflict with Ximen Fan, it is also a family matter of listening to the Lan Sect. He is just an outsider.

"Am I excessive? you ask your Xiaofan, who is excessive!"

He Yi was very angry.

This woman also seems to be a reasonable person, but she didn't expect to say such stupid things. Ximen Fan has been bullied for so many years, and she didn't see it. The damage to the soul is much deeper than a slap in the face.

Ximen Fan pulled his foot and said in a low voice: "Forget it, Brother He, I'm used to it." ”

Habits? Habit of being bullied? This is not the quality of an ascetic! An ascetic should be able to endure hardships and loneliness. But this masculine body can't do that compromise!

"Forget it, it can't be!"

"Habit? no!"

Fu Anjie and He Yi said almost at the same time.

As soon as the words fell, the two glanced at each other and sneered at the same time.

Fu Anjie lifted the sword glowing with yellow light and pointed at He Yi obliquely.

In that case, there is only one battle!

"Xiaofan, you stay by the side. Brother He will teach you another lesson, how to beat people as an ascetic. He pushed Ximen Fan, glanced at Luo Ling again, and said, "There is Lao to give up a position." ”

"You ......"

Seeing that they were about to fight, Luo Ling suddenly became anxious.

"Senior sister, don't worry, I won't kill anyone. ”

"Huh. Don't worry, girl, I'll only break his three bones. ”

"What a big breath!

swish

A bright yellow sword qi suddenly erupted, pointing directly at He Yi's chest.

At this time, the two of them are less than a foot apart, and there is no way to dodge!

He Yi snorted, his muscles tensed, and then he felt a slight pain in his chest.

was careless, and actually let him seize the opportunity.

"Brother He!" Seeing that he was stabbed by the sword qi, Ximen Fan couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's okay, such a weak sword qi can only pierce my clothes. He smiled slightly, his breath agitating, shattering his shirt to reveal his bronzed skin.

On the chest, there was only a shallow red mark, not much heavier than a mosquito bite.

The physique of the middle stage of the gathering spirit, the monk of the foundation building period is really not enough to rely on the sword qi that comes out of his hand.

"How is that possible!" Fu Anjie was incredulous.

"Rare and weird. ”

He Yi shook a sentence, shook his body, and was already in front of the opponent.

boom

Fu Anjie just saw his body move, and before he could react, he already felt a pain in his abdomen and a wind in his ears.

His body slammed into the wall, and even the courtyard wall collapsed.

Although this punch only used five points of strength, it was enough for a foundation building monk with an ordinary physique to hurt him for half a day.

He Yi stepped two feet away, scooped Fu Anjie up from the broken wall, and grinned: "If you say you want to break your three bones, I will break your three bones." ”

Click

He reached out and grabbed Fu Anjie's left arm, and with a slight pinch, the bones of his upper arm were instantly shattered.

"Ah~"

The screams of killing pigs resounded throughout Xicheng.

"Stop!"

He just wanted to pinch it in another place, but Luo Ling had already shouted and approached.

Ximen Fan also hurriedly ran over and said anxiously: "Brother He, forget it." ”

"Forget it, it can't be!"

He Yi learned Fu Anjie's tone just now.

The latter was crushed to the arm bone, and at this time the arm was swollen into a piece, full of blood, and cold sweat broke out all over his body, where was there still a little arrogance.

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"Ah~"

Another howl.

He Yi pinched his hand and crushed the thumb bone of his right hand.

The blood splattered and miserable.

"Enough!" Luo Ling was anxious and angry, his delicate body trembled slightly, and he almost couldn't help but release the flying sword.

This foreign monk of unknown origin actually crushed her junior brother's bones in front of her, and if it weren't for the junior brother's first mistake, she would have drawn her sword a long time ago.

"Not enough. ”

After insulting Simon's father and son for so many years, what is this small punishment?

It's just that the bones are broken, and after taking a few good pills, I will recover in less than half a month. Letting him suffer a little flesh pain is just a small lesson.

He stretched out his iron tong-like hand to Fu Anjie's thigh.

"He Shaoxia's subordinates are merciful!" Outside, Ximenchang's shouts.

Hearing the rumbling sound of the courtyard wall collapsing, he hurriedly ran over, looked at Fu Anjie, who was covered in cold sweat and his fingers were still dripping blood, and exclaimed: "Oops, why are you so heavy-handed!"

He Yi glanced at him and was surprised to find that there was a trace of undetectable happiness on Ximenchang's frightened face.

With a soft snort, he shifted the target from his thigh to his left index finger, gently crushing it.

The arm was broken, but this time it didn't cause screams.

"You're going too far!" Luo Ling glared at him angrily, took Fu Anjie, who was trembling and speechless from his hand, and then said to Ximen Chang: "Uncle Ximen, I will send my junior brother back to Lanshan first, and come back to visit him another day." ”

Without waiting for Ximen Chang to respond, she took the flying sword and disappeared into a red light in the backyard.

Seeing the sword light fly out of sight, Ximen Chang nodded meaningfully and said, "You deserve it!"