"What? You don't have the final say?" Fang Zhiyi raised his eyebrows.
Jin Suanpan curled his lips: "Calculate."
Fang Zhiyi put his arm around his shoulders and said, "That's right. You just need to experiment for a while."
Jin Suanpan glanced at Fang Zhiyi with resentment, complaining in his heart: "What a bullshit experiment! The Drunken Sword Immortal escaped, and the Blind Man and the Death-Chasing Ghost are still lying there..."
But he had no choice.
"One, two, three!" Fang Zhiyi counted.
The golden abacus activated its spiritual power to protect itself.
"Are you ready?"
Jin Suanpan closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and nodded.
"put!"
There was a loud bang, and Jin Suanpan felt a heavy blow to his chest. He took two steps back, then he slowly opened his eyes and looked at his chest. It was okay! Hahahaha.
He almost jumped up with excitement.
Fang Zhiyi nodded with some understanding and made a gesture to the men carrying gunpowder guns.
Jin Suanpan was still immersed in the joy of surviving a disaster when he saw the guys opposite him pick up a gun again.
Fang Zhiyi stared closely.
According to the manufacturing principle, spiritual power can be used as kinetic energy. Ordinary gunpowder guns can't break the defense of high-level monks, so what about spiritual power guns? He spent a long time researching before finding a way to seal spiritual power and make it into bullets.
Only when he saw the third-rank cultivator Jin Suanpan vomiting blood and flying out did Fang Zhiyi clapped his hands fiercely.
It's over!
Of course, we still have to bring the person back quickly and comfort him.
The Nine Sons of Qingyun have had a very difficult time recently. They are expelled wherever they go because wanted warrants related to them have been issued everywhere.
This made these hidden second-generation people feel dissatisfied. As a young ranger with outstanding talent, how could they receive such treatment?
As a result, these young and energetic people were in constant conflict with the government. It was interesting to say that they originally wanted to cause trouble for Wanbao Pavilion, but Wanbao Pavilion turned around and reported to the authorities, so in the end they were confronted with the government soldiers. Because they had injured the government soldiers many times, they found that they could not even enter the city.
But even so, the Nine Sons of Qingyun have not forgotten their original intention, and they continue to be chivalrous and do justice for the people.
So they saw a group of prisoners being escorted and felt sorry for them, so they robbed the prisoners and released them all.
Seeing the prisoners' gratitude towards them, the nine teenagers finally found a sense of fulfillment.
But this move soon made them "recidivists".
As a monk, you can behave a little out of line, but if you frequently offend the imperial court, you are courting death.
䀴When he realized that things were out of control, the boss Li Wenyan finally let go of his pride.
Facing the siege by the monks sent by the local forces, and seeing several of his sworn brothers injured, Li Wenyan shouted, "Stop! I am Li Wenyan, the eldest son of the Tiancheng Li family!"
There was a hint of helplessness in his words, as if he was forced to rely on the power of his family.
Even if a member of the Yu family kills someone, he will only be taken back home and scolded. Although it is shameful, he is willing to risk his life for his companions!
However, the third-rank cultivator leading the other party was stunned for a moment and sneered: "The Tiancheng Li family? The Li family that was imprisoned by the Tian family? I didn't expect there would be a fish that slipped through the net!"
Li Wenyan was stunned.
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