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Lu Qun was neither walking nor sitting. He tried to test her: "Are you angry?"
He pointed out something that anyone with a discerning eye could see. Knowing he had made a mistake, Lu Qun smiled apologetically, "You know me, I won't lie."
Otherwise, he wouldn't have reacted so strongly after knowing that Fu Chen liked the Immortal Lord, and even attacked Fu Chen from inside and out, leaving no part untouched.
Realizing that Fu Chen would not hurt him, his eyes lit up and he moved closer: "Why don't you tell me and I will help you?"
He winked and said, "Don't underestimate me. I'm Master's favorite disciple. Even Zhuang Yu can't compare to me. Do you know Zhuang Yu?" He scratched his head and suddenly said, "He even went to attack you! He's the one with the sour face and the eyes that seem to be rolling all the time..."
I said the wrong thing!
Lu Qun covered his mouth, his eyes rolling around, and he thought of something: "Do you like the Immortal Master very much?"
Fu Chen glanced at me sideways, as if to say, "You are stupid."
After coughing twice, Lu Qun stood up and straightened his collar: "I can help you with this matter. I am not very talented, but people in the martial arts world give me the nickname of emotional expert."
Fu Chen asked him, "Did you know that Senior Uncle Ri Yan has someone he likes? Did you notice that Senior Brother Su Rong likes Senior Uncle Chi Yang? Did you know that your master thinks you're a burden?"
Lu Qun frowned again and again, and finally his eyebrows were twisted: "Fu, Fu Chen, are you telling the truth?" He asked while taking out his own photo talisman.
Thinking that he knew so many secrets, he couldn't hide the joy on his face: "Of course I know this, but can you tell me the details?"
Fu Chen glanced at the image talisman in his hand, leaned back lazily in his chair, and spoke in a casual yet clear voice, with a hint of doubt: "What details? I made them up. Do you really believe them?"
Lu Qun's expression remained unchanged, still excited. He moved closer and whispered, "What you said is very likely true. I have some inside information!"
Fu Chen's eyes suddenly opened, and he looked at Lu Qun with a look of scrutiny: "Aren't you afraid of being punished for discussing the Immortal Lord?"
Relying on the fact that his master is the Immortal Lord Beihan, Fu Chen can say these things without causing any harm. But if they knew that Lu Qun said these words, the two Immortal Lords would not let him go.
Hearing the threat in Fu Chen's words, Lu Qun rubbed his hands embarrassedly and smiled at Fu Chen: "You and I are sworn brothers. My brother is in trouble, and you won't help me?"
Thinking of the two abnormal uncles, Fu Chen decisively refused: "No, I can't help. Don't forget, your words have offended more than just the two uncles. Uncle Bian Ci is back now, and Senior Brothers Su Rong and Xu Chi will not let you go."
It's just that you can't save yourself.
Lu Qun knew Su Rong and Xu Chi. The two of them were only a little higher than him in realm. He was in the third stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. He had fought with the two of them a year ago. He knew that Su Rong was in the fourth stage of the Nascent Soul Realm and Xu Chi was in the sixth stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. He was not afraid of them.
But he felt a little timid towards the two notorious immortals. As an alchemy practitioner, Immortal Chiyang was good at saving people and even liked to poison them. As for Immortal Riyan, he was just about to become evil and was full of evil spirit.
Before he could be frightened for long, he became curious about that Uncle Bian Ci: "Who is Uncle Bian Ci? Doesn't Taoist Wuju only have three disciples?"
The Taoist Wuju is Bian Wu. The outside world has always respected him as the Taoist Wuju, not the Sect Master of Wuwang Sect. Just like Su Miao and the other two, the cultivators in the spiritual world do not call them the Master of Jianfeng.
Fu Chen swung his feet, but the red beads on his black boots made no sound. He hesitated for a moment, then bent down and pinched the red beads on one side with his slender fingers.
Under Lu Qun's gaze, the red pillar gradually faded, revealing the rich black inside. It turned out that it was spiritual power that decorated it into red.
The spiritual energy that had fallen off dissipated in Fu Chen's hands. His face turned very ugly, panicked and surprised. He whispered, "Master..."
After a long moment, he stood up in a daze and looked at Lu Qun: "You just said that the flames enveloped Master, what else did you see?"
Lu Qun mumbled, "The flames even covered the Beihan Sword..." Coming to his senses, he said, "Oh, right! The Immortal Venerable wanted to use her spiritual power, but the flames stopped her, so she didn't. However, she didn't look too happy."
Fu Chen subconsciously ignored his last sentence. When had his master ever had a good expression? He always had a cold face outside. He might not have seen his master with such an appropriate expression in a hundred years in Wuwang Sect.
He listened to what was said before.
Using spiritual power means that Master wants to use spiritual power to separate the flames, and the fire will burn Master!
That means it’s not him!
Fu Chen's eyes lit up and then quickly turned gloomy.
Lu Qun exclaimed: "Fu Chen, he has changed again!"
He pointed at Fu Chen's calf, or to be more precise, at the black boot that wrapped around his slender calf. The bead was imbued with spiritual power and became crimson and translucent, just like a glass bead.
On the outermost side, there were two light pink peach blossoms condensed from spiritual power, flying between him and Lu Qun.
Fu Chen felt a burning sensation in his palm and stretched out his hand. Lu Qun also felt it, but this time he did not make a fuss and just stretched out his hand silently.
There was a peach blossom imprint on the palm of both of their hands, and the shape was similar. If there was any difference, it was that there was a flame mark on Fu Chen's palm, which was also light pink and nestled next to the peach blossom.
Master is fine.
Fu Chen continued to lean back in the chair and gently shook his feet. A crisp sound followed, like the sound of a bell, or like the gurgling of a clear spring in the mountains, which made people feel peaceful.
The jealousy in his heart was soothed, and Fu Chen smiled, stunning and passionate: "Uncle Bian Ci is the daughter of our master. You don't know her, it's normal. She was expelled from the Wuwang Sect almost two hundred years ago."
At that time, the Wuwang Sect was not as famous as it is now. In addition, the master and uncles deliberately kept the news secret, so few people in the outer sect knew about the existence of Uncle Bian Ci.
Fu Chen had only heard Lin Yu mention it. Su Miao never talked about things other than cultivation, and he didn't care about them.
He joined the Wuwang Sect a hundred years ago. Not only had he never met Uncle Bian Ci, he had never even met Senior Brother Su Rong.
So that's how it is. Lu Qun nodded, then became puzzled: "But why did she come to me? Since she was expelled from the sect, doesn't she hate Wuwang Sect? Didn't the Immortal Lords stop her?"
Fu Chen picked a question and answered, "It was Master's will that Master Bian Ci left the sect. Master and the three Master Uncles have a very deep friendship. Rather than saying that Master Bian Ci hates the Wuwang Sect, it's better to say that she only hates Master."
Lu Qun understood. This means that Taoist Wuju had four disciples in total. For some reason, he drove out his only offspring, but this disciple had a good relationship with the three immortals.
He was "spreading rumors" about the Immortal Venerables, which was to offend her. Fu Chen could say those things because his master was the Immortal Venerable Beihan, who was also the senior sister of those three.
In short, nothing would happen if Fu Chen said those words, it would be as simple as letting them go. If he said these words, he would be deliberately looking for trouble, and the already precarious relationship between the sects would become even more confusing.
He can't say it, and he shouldn't say it.
This is not a lively place at all. I can’t join in and I dare not join in.
The feeling of dying just by getting close!
Lu Qun silently crumpled the photo talisman in his hand into a ball, stuffed it into the storage bag, and deliberately placed it in an inconspicuous corner.
He wasn't afraid of the crazy people in the Wuwang Sect, he was just afraid that his master would blame him! And even more afraid that his master wouldn't protect him!
Fu Chen took a look and closed his eyes without surprise: "Master is back, wake me up."
After all, he was dead, and even with spiritual power to sustain him, he would still feel very tired.
An invisible and intangible force has been trying to stop him, holding him tightly, but it is airtight and can't really do anything to him.
Nirvana is not allowed after all.
Lu Qun responded and saw that Fu Chen had fallen asleep. He wanted to get a quilt, but he saw spiritual power coming out from nowhere and gathering into a thin blanket, which silently covered the young man.
A familiar sword energy blocked the young man.
The spiritual blanket, the sword energy... Lu Qun felt sad when he saw it, and suddenly understood why Fu Chen would commit such a crime and even fell in love with him.
If it were him, he would move more thoroughly!
Su Miao was pulled into a small world, or rather, the world inside the formation where Feng Ting and the others lived.
It's all darkness, or rather, this world is made up of ashes.
Gently brushing off the dust on his shoulders, Su Miao looked at Feng Ting - he had turned into a phoenix.
The so-called fire phoenix has a layer of fireworks all over its body, especially its long and beautiful tail feathers, which are even more gorgeous in the red flames.
Feng Ting spread his wings, like the red sun and the golden crow, fierce and majestic.
"Su Miao girl, what's hidden inside you?"
This small world was created by Feng Ting's spiritual consciousness, and here his perception reached its strongest.
The phoenix was extremely tempting to live in the Wutong tree. As the phoenix listened, it folded its wings, walked to Su Miao's side, slightly bent its head, and showed a hint of doubt in its eyes.
Su Miao held the Beihan Sword in front of him and, under Feng Ting's gaze, he slowly made hand gestures and his spiritual power surged into the ground.
There was no fear, no embarrassment, even when she was in someone else's territory, this girl was still very comfortable!
Feng Ting chuckled and slowly transformed into a human form. Even if he was a monster, he was more accustomed to the human form.
Like his voice, the Phoenix Clan had a beautiful appearance with a hint of ruggedness. Especially their long, thin hair on their temples, braided with red silk threads, hung down on their cheeks.
There is a kind of heroic spirit in it, like a frail beauty who can uproot willow trees!
Compared to his old companions, he knew more about Su Miao. The first time he met Su Miao was more than two hundred years ago, not at the entrance formation.
Feng Ting closed one eye, rested his left hand on his left cheek, and carefully compared Su Miao with his index finger and thumb.
Su Miao was still using his spiritual power, his techniques were complicated but he was not panicking.
Feng Ting moved his hand away and smacked his lips. "When I first saw you, you were only this big." His index finger shrank a little, then shrank a lot. "You were still this small, so fragile! I was afraid you'd burn to death."
At that time, Su Miao was just an ordinary little girl of the human race. If there was any difference, it was that her eyebrows and eyes had already shown the coldness she would later have.
The pretty and delicate little girl was wearing gorgeous clothes. Even though there was a monster with bared teeth in front of her, she did not panic.
Even the demonic beasts were suppressed by her fearless expression. They made low sounds and rubbed their claws on the ground, not daring to pounce.
It happened that the monster had some connection with the Phoenix clan, and Feng Ting was forced to fly to the North City cursing at the request of those useless descendants.
He witnessed such a horrifying scene in the air. He waited in the air for half a quarter of an hour, but the monster did not move forward. It even sensed his presence and turned around to escape.
Feng Ting reluctantly showed up, and the sound of phoenixes echoed from the sky. The monster was trapped in the flames and kept begging for mercy.
Even though his skin was burned red, the child did not panic and even approached him: "Are you Phoenix?"
It was the first time Feng Ting saw such a calm child. He looked calm and empty, without a trace of eagerness.
Just like the person in front of him, even though he was using forbidden techniques, there was still no emotion in his eyes.
Feng Ting sighed, coughed, and turned his face away embarrassedly: "Look, I will only compete once."
After saying this, he gestured awkwardly but quickly to clean up, which was somewhat similar to the forbidden technique Su Miao had used before: "Nirvana Technique... That person was almost destroyed, and you, a girl, were able to restore it. Never mind, you are a monster!"
Su Miao paused, her eyes fixed on Feng Ting. After he finished, she followed suit, her spiritual energy slowly leaking out, a faint pink tinge in the white.
Two peach blossom petals condensed from spiritual power seeped into the ground and were not broken up this time.
Seeing her skillful movements, Feng Ting's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance!
He handed over his chips before he even asked the answer!
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