Fang Cun's voice spread far away, and 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!"

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"This...what the **** is the truth?"

"Yellow-mouthed child, ignorant words!"

"The name of Mr. Fan can't be slandered. Get out and kill him!"

And in Qingjiang City below, after a moment of silence, there was an instant wave of screaming and screaming. A crowd of people who were justified by the words of the two elders of the guarding mountain sect were furious with anger. There was a lot of anger in his heart, and now he suddenly saw Fang Cun actually stand up and say such things, and even felt that the guarding mountain school was so rude, and his anger burned into fire.

The entire big city looked like a vast ocean, with endless waves of anger.

If you don't face the anger in person, you can't imagine the terrifying breath of this stormy sea.

A person’s innate aura is three inches, how many are those ten people, how many are a hundred people, the endless fusion of pre-weather, what kind of terror will form, facing the anger of the people in this city, It almost gives people a sense of being facing the Yuan Ying overhaul, or a horror that several Yuan Ying overhauls are incomparable, facing the black raging sea that can drown people.

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"Sure enough, it was too reluctant..."

Even some of the sect masters and elders around, their faces changed drastically at this time.

They had guessed before that Young Master Fang might be a little unconvinced. After all, he is the younger brother of Xianshi Fangchi, but who would have imagined that his unconvinced was actually directly challenging Mr. Fan’s life in front of the people. Reputation and prestige?

As everyone knows, the second son of Fang came out to walk five sects this time, to understand the scriptures and justice, and he was famous by the way.

Moreover, he has indeed achieved something, among the various clans of Qingjiang, he has won an excellent and great reputation.

However, how can you compare with Mr. Fan?

The two sides are not at the same level...

In this Qingjiang City, no one can compare the prestige with Mr. Fan Lao. I am afraid that it is a **** king, and the immortal palace will not be successful...

It was also when the sound of countless people around him was about to overturn the sky, in the chaotic crowd below, the man in the elegant robes had slowly stood up. He walked forward slowly, his figure was extremely Calmly, but in this crazy and chaotic crowd, no one can touch half of his clothes, and while taking advantage of the situation, he also drew a sword from the waist of a certain ranger...

The sword was in his hand, and he looked up at the void.

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"Hahaha, well..."

In the wave of people’s scolding, Mr. Fan had already smirked, his gray beard trembling, he raised his finger to the front, and his face was full of helplessness: "The old man reads that 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..."

While he was speaking, the shouts of the people around him were slightly suppressed, but a stronger anger was brewing.

Mr. Fan felt the suppressed anger around him, and knew that he could no longer be tolerated at this time. Even he had been trapped in it. At this time, the people's intention to worship him had exploded. It was just a meal, and a coldness flashed across his eyes, and he shouted: "No matter how much the old man tolerates, he can't bear the slander of my reputation like this..."

"Come on..."

He pointed forward with a big hand, and ordered everyone to take down Fang Er together.

The eyes of the Qi Clan Qi refiners around, flashed with surprise.

No one thought that Shoushanzong and the second son of Fang would actually make such a faint move, this is simply a big victory sent to the door.

The people of all sects were all shocked and helpless.

The son of God Eye, who followed Fang Cun, looked at Fang Cun's back, and seemed to show a little disappointment.

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At this moment, Fang Cun faced the anger that was full of the city, and faced Mr. Fan, who was flying with gray beard.

A smile suddenly appeared on his face.

When Mr. Fan raised his finger to him, he also slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Mr. Fan...

Like to say something.

But at this moment, a sword light flew out of the crowd below.

Just when the people in the city were crazy and angry, the emotions were like layers of flames, burning the sky and burning the sea, but the sword light appeared so abruptly, it seemed to suddenly fly out of anger. A piece of cold ice, the horror of the breath, almost even the people could feel it, as if on top of their own anger, there was an extremely depressing aura suddenly added to their hearts.

"not good……"

There is a great Qi refiner with a high level of cultivation, feeling bad for a moment, and calling out anxiously.

Around Mr. Fan, there were people who vacated the ground, as if they wanted to sacrifice all the magic weapons in the air.

Even Mr. Fan's heart sank suddenly, and a seal of mountains and rivers was about to rise.

Then in the eyes of all of them, that sword light suddenly flew for nine days, making almost everyone see clearly, blooming in the air with a cold light, drawing out an extremely evil aura, like lightning. , Cut to the midair...

Square inch!

With a "swish" ~lightnovelpub.net~ Fangcun's blood-stained white robe, his figure collapsed in response, and fell into the air.

People in the whole city seemed to be strangling their throats at this moment.

Looking at the falling figure blankly, they thought they had seen an illusion.

This sword seemed to cut off their anger, cut off their thoughts, cut off their fanaticism...

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"Skywalk..."

Time seemed to become very slow all of a sudden.

I don't know how long it took before a sect gas refiner suddenly reacted and shouted, "Is it an assassin from the Skywalk?"

"The Assassin from the Skywalk is assassinating the second son of Fang..."