Fantasy: My Cultivation Technique Will Self-Cultivation

Then he said: "If it really doesn't work, we can choose a direct disciple on our own peak? How about the same way that the two disciples did the same in the last election of Inner Sect...?"

When Xiangshen heard Fan Tulong's words, he burst into laughter.

He couldn't help but waved his hand, and said, "Tu Long~Tu Long, you were also a peak owner before! How could you say such a thing?"

Fan Tulong was also a little embarrassed when he heard this.

He scratched his head, and then had no choice but to say: "Then let's train one, and let the disciple come out! Even if it doesn't come next year..."

When he said this, Fan Tulong looked at the god and seemed to be interested.

So he went on and said: "Why don't we choose a few inner disciples and train them to become strong, and then go to Master Sect Leader!"

Xiangshen asked suspiciously, "What are you looking for, Lord Sect Leader?"

Fan Tulong smiled slightly, and said, "Look for Master Sect Leader and say...now each peak is the least, and there is a direct disciple sitting in town. But Zidian Peak does not have it! So let Sect Leader be generous without going through the Sect competition. Choose one from us!"

Hearing Fan Tulong's words, Xiangshen's eyes lit up.

Then he said: "Wonderful! This is a good reason, but you still need to be hard in ironing! Our inner disciple is so strong? Can we be selected?"

Fan Tulong smiled, and said, "In order to let Zidianfeng raise our eyebrows and not be left behind! So we only have a little blood!"

Nodding to the god, he naturally understood what Fan Tulong meant.

So he said to God: "Okay, it's up to you to do this! Let's discuss another matter now."

Fan Tulong immediately understood that Xiangshen wanted to discuss the fire in the grove last night.

So he said: "Thunderbolt fire powder. The cause of the fire is exactly the same as the last time! But Lin Shanhai is dead, so I'm still not sure who did it."

He sighed to the gods, then looked at the large pillars of the Profound Thunder Palace, and said, "Is the wound contrasted?"

Fan Tulong shook his head and said, "There is no way to compare, because this wound is just an ordinary hatchet mark!"

"Ordinary hatchet traces?! Are you sure it's not the gods hatchet?"

Xiang Shen asked again: "And this Zhang Qingshan suddenly died in the woods, it's really weird."

Fan Tulong nodded, and said in sympathy: "Yes, who knows how he could die in the woods! And he was stabbed and burned to death by the blazing fire powder."

He took a sip of tea to God and threw the teacup heavily on the table.

He snorted and said, "Fortunately, you arrived in time, otherwise it will be another headless case this time! This time it is not as easy to investigate as the one who chased Fengzhu last time!"

Fan Tulong felt a big deal when he talked about the chasing wind pearl.

Because it was still very difficult to find out, if He Mao had not put in so much effort, then the matter would really have become a headless case.

But at this time Xiangshen said that the matter was easy to investigate, so Fan Tulong couldn't help turning white at him.

Coughed to God, and said with a slight embarrassment: "Fortunately, his face is not burned out!"

Fan Tulong said in agreement: "Yes, if it hadn't been for the frequent troubles in this forest recently! I wouldn't run to practice boxing because I couldn't sleep; that's why I encountered this problem."

"Then who do you see..." Xiang God hurriedly asked, but he realized that he had asked this question before.

Sure enough, Fan Tulong said immediately: "When I rushed over, this person was already dead on the ground! And there was no one's breath around ten feet... Didn't I tell you?"

In fact, Fan Tulong still respects Xiang God very much when he is in front of outsiders, but when the two talk together, he is not so polite.

Of course, this was also because of asking the gods about gossip, otherwise Fan Tulong wouldn't be like this either.

Nodded to the god and said, "Well, this time I really thank you! But I still suspect that this knife edge may be the trace left by the sword of the gods!"

Fan Tulong immediately shook his head and said: "According to the records of ancient books and the symptoms of those injured by King Yama with the hatchet before Sect, the wounds are all white and non-healable; and this Outer Sect disciple Zhang Qingshan has no such symptoms!"

Xiangshen smiled lightly when he heard this, then he shook his head and said, "We don't understand this way! What do the records in ancient books mean?"

Fan Tulong looked at Xiangshen suspiciously, not knowing what Xiangshen meant.

So Xiang God raised his hand and pressed it down. Then he said: "Be safe and not irritable, because you have to know that the wound effect is not only because of this knife!"

"What do you mean?" Fan Tulong was told to God, feeling more and more dizzy.

"It means that it's the user's problem! This knife can't explode with that kind of power before acknowledging the lord! Before acknowledging the lord, he was just that kind of ordinary hatchet."

He sighed lightly to the god, and said, "It's a pity that such a treasure is actually an evil item of the Demon Sect!"

Only then did Fan Tulong understand what Xiangshen meant, so he said, "You mean that the person who used this knife last night only obtained it by accident?"

Without answering a question to God, he said solemnly: "The original owner is dead. I wonder if this Tiansha hatchet will recognize the new owner in these two days?"

Fan Tulong did not answer these words, because he thought of a stranger thing.

So he thought about other things, and said: "I think the death of Hatchet King Yama this time is a bit strange! It's not that I am ignorant of myself, although Bai Qingteng is a direct disciple..."

Xiang God smiled miserably, and said seriously: "Yes! But you don't know anything about it."

"But why?" Fan Tulong asked suspiciously.

…

When eating at noon, it seemed that Ye Chenfu hadn't come.

She was afraid that she might have missed it, because today Ye Chenfu ate the meal he sent in the past and ate it hungrily, she knew that Ye Chenfu must be very hungry.

So if Ye Chenfu can eat so much, why doesn't he come to eat at noon?

Thinking of this, she felt a little worried, so she quickly found Wang Yourong.

"Senior Sister You Rong, have you seen Junior Brother Ye?" asked as if puzzled.

"No, don't you want to bring him food again? Or he wants you to bring him food again!"

Wang Yourong smiled with a weird expression, and stared straight at him with a pair of eyes.

She seemed uncomfortable being stared at. Although she knew that Wang Yourong was a woman, she ran away.

As if there was no way, he carried the basket again and came to Ye Chenfu's door...

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