As Fang Cun's voice spread far away, there was already depression in the great city of Qingjiang.

And around, people like Meng Zhixue, He Zhenzhang, Meng Qinger, etc., heard the scolding, their faces were pale, their hands and feet trembling, they never expected that the second son of Fang would actually choose to be with the Shoushan Sect at this time. At the same time, directly accuse Mr. Fan Lao face to face.

"What is the use of such accusations?"

"Second Young Master Fang's method is now straightforward and absurd?"

For a time, they were all panicked, and there was a great panic in their hearts.

Following Fang Cun's words, they could already feel the depression and tension around them, and even felt embarrassed.

They followed Fang Cun since the Lingwu Sect, and they made up their minds to help him, and even prepared for a death fight in their hearts, but they didn't expect that Fang Cun would act like this when he came up. How can I help?

And when the crowd was panicked, Yu Qingli in the crowd looked around, and then quietly left the crowd. He was beside the small building where Fang Cun was preaching and saw Erlang sitting with his legs crossed. A twenty-eight-year-old young tofu seller, Xiao Qingliu, who was drinking bean curd in front of the stall, came to him silently and said in a low voice, "A bowl of tofu brain, sweet!"

When Xiaoqing Liu looked up and saw him, he was shocked. He got up to sit down and said with a smile: "Why is Yu Ye here?"

Yu Qing was expressionless, glanced in the middle of the air, and said: "What is the plan of the son?"

Xiaoqing Liu was taken aback, and smiled: "What's your plan?"

Yu Qingli glanced at him and said: "I'm not a bad person, you don't have to guard me like this!"

Xiao Qingliu's face suddenly hesitated, as if undecided.

Yu Qingli took a serious look at Xiao Qingliu, and said, "If the son told me not to tell me, then you can leave it alone..."

"The implication is that if the son didn't order it, then it doesn't work?"

Xiao Qingliu thought in her heart. When Yu Qingliu looked at her, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, so she laughed and said, “It’s not impossible to say, the guardian of the mountain sect knows that there is something in the house of Yu Ye, so the son will not let it. I discussed with Yu Ye..."

Yu Qing said, "My business is over, now I want to help Fang Er Gongzi too!"

"You who know you are here to avenge your gratitude, those who don't know think you are here to avenge..."

Xiao Qingliu slandered inwardly, and smiled: "At first, the plan of the son was very simple. I wanted to ask the son of the Bai family as a testimony. Then, in the name of the Shoushan Sect, contact the other major sects and connect the seven clans to the southern one. The transaction of the demon is made public, and the benefits are shared equally by everyone, no one loses, no one loses...but I did not expect that Mr. Fan has already protected the members of the seven races..."

Yu Qingli raised her brows and said, "What then?"

Xiaoqing Liu suddenly laughed and said, "Of course there are only broken pens..."

The look was a little triumphant: "Do you know what a tattered pen is?"

Yu Qingli frowned and glanced at him.

Xiao Qingliu screamed: "What are you angry about, let me tell you... the tattered pen is, the son asked me to go back to Liuhu, and asked a friend who is in the murder business to come and help!"

"kill?"

Hearing this, Yu Qingli's face became colder, and he raised his head and glanced at the person next to Mr. Fan: "How much do you have to kill?"

Xiaoqing Liu laughed and said, "Why so many, just one is enough!"

...

...

"Hahaha, well..."

In response to Fang Cun’s unrelenting stern shout, Mr. Fan was already angrily at this time, his gray beard trembled, he raised his finger to the front, his face was full of helplessness: "I think you are me The younger generation of, read about your brother’s friendship with me, how many opportunities have been left for you before and after, how much room has been left for you, never thought that you are such a nonsense, disrespectful elder..."

"elder?"

Fang Cun had heard Mr. Fan say similar things many times, but this time he interrupted him suddenly.

With a sharp gaze, he looked straight at Mr. Fan: "When the old man arrives at this time, will he still claim to be my elder?"

Mr. Fan choked, angrily: "At that time, I met your brother, and I had..."

"Yes, Mr. Fan once met with my elder brother and became a confidant, and when my elder brother exposed the life of the people in Lingzhou's Three Thousand Miles Territory and was chased and killed by the assassins of the sky, he was still Mr. He came forward and resolved this tribulation for my brother. In this way, whether it is my brother, me, or even my family, I owe your old man's love..."

Fang Cun's voice was faint, and he was very straightforward.

Mr. Fan was stunned, and many thoughts flashed through his mind, but under the eyes of everyone, he didn't want to, let alone argue, at this time, but his eyes were slightly cold and he looked at Fang Cun’s face. Suddenly said: "You know too!"

And the people around, hearing this, they couldn't help the commotion.

The name of Xianshi Fangchi was unknown to everyone throughout Daxia.

He was originally a gas refiner who went out from Qingjiang, and he once left so many benevolent actions in Qingjiang to kill demons and kill demons, and to save others. The most important thing is that his later status is too high and his reputation is too great. Therefore, no one in Qingjiang knows, no one knows, and even most of the people in Qingjiang regard it as the pride of Qingjiang. When it comes to it, they are proud of it.

Although nowadays, under the deliberate promotion of some people, there are gradually some bad words.

But these words, after all, only appeared after Fang Chi's death, and they were all private conversations, so I didn't dare to speak out openly.

Therefore, in the hearts of most Qingjiang people, Fangchi's status is still very high!

Now Fang Cun suddenly mentioned his elder brother’s name, and even mentioned some past events, as well as the things that were passed down in Qingjiang on weekdays. The fact that Mr. Fan had saved the immortal master in those years has made many people feel interested and subconsciously. Some concerns, and what I don’t understand, is that, listening to them, it seems that Mr. Fan is really kind to their Fang family, so this second son of Fang...

Fang Cun smiled when he heard that Mr. Fan actually admitted to the rescue.

"It is also a point of instruction to my brother, and it is also a grace to save lives..."

He smiled and looked at Mr. Fan, then gently shook his head: "The old man's face is really big..."

Mr. Fan's face suddenly became extremely ugly: "Yellow mouth boy, what are you saying..."

Before he finished his words, Fang Cun’s gaze suddenly looked at him, and he sternly shouted: "Mr. Fan often speaks to others, and once taught my brother to practice, I don’t know what my brother can teach you? Everyone knows, my brother. I got acquainted with you at the beginning, and then I grew older, but I became more alienated from you. You only said that he was ungrateful, so dare you tell others why he is alienated from you?"

After asking this series of questions, Mr. Fan's face changed slightly and he opened his mouth to speak.

But Fang Cun already followed closely: "The old man wants to tell, so he has to tell the truth. You must know that my brother also has several friends alive!"

"you……"

Mr. Fan's face changed and he immediately put on a look that he didn't want to care about with you.

And Fang Cun snorted coldly, and asked the last question: "And what concerns me most is that since Mr. Fan said that he had rescued my brother in the hands of Tianxingdao, then I would like to ask. , How did you save my brother?"

Mr. Fan didn't expect that he would ask this question directly, his expression was already subconscious.

"Mr. Fan has a high level of cultivation, so that the Assassins of the Skywalk Road have to be jealous?"

"Or is Mr. Fan respected and respected, and the assassins of Tianxingdao are in awe of you?"

"Or, Mr. Fan already had friendship with the Skywalker Assassins?"

Fang Cunlian asked three questions, every time he asked a question, his face was sneered, and Mr. Fan's face was dark.

Which of the three Nima questions can be answered?

The assassin who talks about Tianxingdao fears himself, is this public speaking to provoke those mad dogs?

To say that he is highly respected and respectable and can make those mad dogs in awe.

And said that he was a dignified county guard and had friendship with the Skywalk Assassins...

Isn't this a standard meeting with demons?

Therefore, Mr. Fan, who is usually calm and calm, has an extraordinary manner, and his face is a bit ugly at this time.

And Fang Cun looked at his face and didn’t seem surprised at all. He breathed a little bit slowly, smiled lightly, and said, “If these are not all, if Mr. Fan saved my brother again, then I think the reason is only There is the last one..."

All the Qi refiners around subconsciously raised their ears, seeming to want to know.

Fang Cun looked at Mr. Fan and said softly, "Isn't it the only employer who can persuade the assassin to stop?"

"Huh!"

Everyone's expressions became extremely shocked at this moment.

I don’t know how many gazes looked at Mr. Fan as if they had seen a ghost.

Did Mr. Fan look for the Skywalker Assassin back then?

"Nonsense!"

And when he heard this ~lightnovelpub.net~ Mr. Fan's complexion changed instantly, his facial features were a little distorted, and his whole body was cold. The fact that Fang Chi was chased and killed by a Tianxingdao assassin was not in Qingjiang County. It was a big event, but afterwards, the immortal teacher Fang Chi became famous, and this matter became more and more widespread, getting bigger and bigger, how could he have such a big head, dare to let people buckle this black pot?

For a while, he didn't care about anything, but he denied it: "You kid don't want to lie, how can the old man do such evil things?"

Fang Cun smiled and said, "At least the old gentleman knows the Skywalker Assassin, is it true?"

Mr. Fan said solemnly: "The old man is a book official, how can he get in touch with the assassin's evil cultivation?"

Fang Cun asked urgently: "If you don't know him, how can you save someone?"

Mr. Fan was silent again.

Unusually embarrassing, letting people be suspicious, and very aggrieved silence...

And in this silence, many people looked at his eyes and showed some suspicious looks...