Fang Yun calmed down, suppressed his excitement, and put this Tiger Feiyun Sword into his body, which was contained in the dantian, and was nourished by the dantian aura together with the cold blue needle. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Seeing that there were still a few hours left before the lease of the swordsmithing room expired, he meditated cross-legged and absorbed the mana and mind that had been lost.

After a few hours, he opened his eyes, and his whole state was adjusted to the best.

After half a year of retreat and penance, his cultivation has risen by one level, from the sixth layer of qi refining to the seventh layer, the spirit stones have accumulated to 100, and the contribution value of the sect has reached more than 1,000; the most important thing is to eliminate the big hidden danger of Gu magic runes, and basically master the art of sword casting.

It can be said that the harvest is huge!

"It's time to go out, I wonder if Wang Jinshan's uncle is still waiting outside?" As soon as he thought that Wang Jinshan's uncle might be outside, Fang Yun had a slightly strange feeling.

As an outer disciple, he was able to work as an elite of the inner sect, and he was also the master of the monks in the later stage of foundation building, and he stayed outside for half a year, he rubbed his nose and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

But what should be faced, sooner or later, since Wang Jinshan's uncle didn't break in, then half a year has passed, as long as he doesn't catch the handle of the Gu rune, he can't do anything to himself!

Thinking of this, he cheered up, tidied up a little, then picked up the jade jue and shook it at the door.

I saw that the mist was surging back to both sides, revealing a group of people meditating cross-legged at the door, and there were as many as seventy or eighty people in the dense turn.

As soon as the mist receded, these people looked at Fang Yun one after another.

Seeing that there were so many people guarding the door, Fang Yun couldn't help but be taken aback even if he was mentally prepared.

"Good boy, you've finally come out!" It was Wang Jinshan's uncle who was the first, he shouted with resentment, strode forward, stretched out his big hand and grabbed Fang Yun's chest.

"Slow down Senior Brother Wang, the Rong Sect Law Enforcement Hall will come to interrogate Fang Yun first. Zhang Liheng hurriedly stopped in front of him.

"Hey, Wang Chongxi, you are disrespectful to the old, and you are embarrassed by the juniors, are you ashamed?" Xiaoqing grimaced on the side, stretched out his little finger and shaved his face.

"Slow down, slow down, let the parish come and ask first. The law enforcement was dignified and relaxed, and he stepped forward with a righteous attitude and stretched out his hand to stop in front of a few people.

Behind him, in addition to following more than a dozen law enforcement dignitaries, there were more of some outer disciples who watched the excitement.

Fang Yun's eyes swept away, he saw the situation clearly, and his heart was immediately at ease, in front of so many people, especially the law enforcement hall master, Wang Chongxi didn't dare to come nonsense.

It turned out that Wang Chongxi was blocked here not long after half a year ago, and then the matter spread, saying that the initiator who had attracted hundreds of disciples to fight in Waimenfang City had now provoked an inner door elite, a master in the late stage of foundation building, and now he was blocked at the door of the Sword Casting Hall, waiting to ask for the guilt!

So there were a lot of people who watched the excitement in Hulala, wanting to see when this guy who was causing trouble everywhere would come out, and how should he face the anger of a master in the late stage of foundation building?

In this way, the matter alarmed the law enforcement hall, and soon rushed to maintain order, Zhang Jinsong abided by the door rules, and he couldn't force Fang Yun out for interrogation.

Coupled with the presence of Xiaoqing and safeguarding Fang Yun's interests, he could only send people to maintain order, lest there would be more and more onlookers, and something would really happen!

How do you know that Fang Yun is good, he just can't come out when he calms down, and he has been waiting left and right for half a year.

Zhang Jinsong secretly slandered in his heart: "This outer disciple called Fang Yun really has a personality! Hundreds of disciples fought for him, the maid of the palace master's daughter spoke for him, Wang Chongxi, the old turtle, complained that he killed his nephew, so many people came to see the excitement, he was able to hide in the sword casting room for half a year." What the hell is going on? I'm going to have to ask for clarification!"

Thinking of this, he asked Fang Yun with a serious face: "Fang Yun, so many people are blocked here, do you know why?"

Fang Yun put on a blank and somewhat panicked look and shook his head.

Zhang Jinsong stared at his expression, he didn't see anything unusual, it seemed that Fang Yun was really at a loss, explained the ins and outs of the future, and finally asked sternly: "Fang Yun, Wang Chongxi sued you for something related to the death of his nephew Wang Jinshan, can you admit it?"

Fang Yun silently breathed and quietly pressed, and suddenly beads of sweat began to ooze from his forehead, his face became pale, his head shook like a rattle, and he was still screaming anxiously in his mouth, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Zhang Jinsong turned to look at Wang Chongxi, "Senior Brother Wang, do you have any evidence to prove that Fang Yun has something to do with this matter?"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on him, after all, Wang Chongxi was so excited, everyone was wondering what the evidence was?

Fang Yun was also secretly nervous in his heart, not knowing if the Gu runes had been completely refined by himself, at this time, the tip of his nose began to sweat, not as a fake, but really began to get nervous.

I saw that Wang Chongxi was silent, and secretly he had already pinched and urged again and again, as soon as Fang Yun came out, he was urging, but the Gu rune did not react at all.

Before, he thought that the mana he was urging was not enough, but later he directly used ten percent of the mana to urge it, but there was no reaction at all.

"Could it be that this kid has already refined the Gu magic runes?" Wang Chongxi muttered secretly, a pair of triangular strange eyes used the Qi Hope Technique, staring at Fang Yun with blazing eyes, sweeping around his dantian and his whole body, and he was stunned that he didn't find anything abnormal.

How did he know that Fang Yun had already used the Mixed Yuan One Qi Technique to deeply condense the mana of his whole body, if it weren't for someone who had cultivated a special secret technique, it would be impossible for him to see through Fang Yun's true cultivation.

"If Fang Yun has nothing to do with this, why would he hide in the sword casting room, stay for half a year, who can do such a thing as an ordinary disciple?"

He suddenly became suspicious, his lips moved slightly, and he transmitted to Zhang Jinsong: "Senior Brother Zhang, I gave my nephew a Gu rune before, telling him that if he encounters a life and death crisis, he can plant this rune on the enemy, although he is dead, he can guide me to find the enemy and avenge him!"

"I returned to the mountain half a year ago, and tracked down the Gu rune at Senior Brother Zhang's peak, and hurried over, but suddenly lost my trace. I suspected that one of his disciples did it, so I investigated them one by one, and in the end, this Fang Yun was left. Who knew that as soon as he was promoted to a disciple of the outer gate, he hurried to this sword-casting hall after the first sword-casting class, and it took half a year for the door to be closed. How can an ordinary disciple be like this? I suspect that this matter has something to do with him, and I want to search for his soul!"