Chapter 8

"Scared you." pick dung middle-aged smiled.

The shadow shook his head and was not frightened. In addition to the scars, the man in front of him was definitely the type of beautiful man. Even Su Wuhou, known as the top ten beautiful men in the imperial capital, fell down.

This injury makes people feel distressed. The middle-aged man has such magic power on his face.

"I was just too scary, so I chose to pick feces and have less contact with people."

Picking shit is like talking to yourself.

"But you seem to be miserable. You've grown up like this when you're young. What do you do?" he opened the gate and looked at the shadow that didn't move.

The shadow is not old, but it feels late. Young people look for white hair with black hair, and the shadow looks for black hair with white hair.

"Would you like a drink? 20% off."

Pick dung and continue.

After a moment of silence, the shadow stepped into the inn.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man had a smile on his face.

They walked into the back door.

When the door is closed, you can vaguely hear the sound inside.

"My name is Hua Zhengqing, and you."

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Time is passing.

One and a half hours have passed since people began to live in Qingxin small building.

Fang Xuan deeply spit out a mouthful of turbid Qi.

When he got off the bamboo bed, there was a crackling bone sound inside him, as if he hadn't moved for thousands of years.

"At the beginning of the nine times, the nine times peak, the peak of the virtuous realm, even that person can't do this realm speed."

At this moment, Fang Xuan already had accomplishments.

Directly crossed nine realms and reached nine peaks.

At the beginning, there are nine realms, including foundation building, bone forging and blood refining, as well as understanding heaven and earth, opening God's knowledge and casting God's platform.

A breath of Xuanqi crosses nine days.

Nine days can be said to refer to these nine realms.

"An hour and a half has passed." Fang Xuan calculated the time and smiled on his face.

It took him an hour and a half to have nine realms from scratch. No, it took him half an hour. As for the hour when he came out, he was exercising his flesh.

Nine realms in half an hour.

This is Fang Xuan's intention, otherwise it may be higher. This is not a joke, but a fact.

The next level is to bury five spirits. Fang Xuan doesn't want to cross now. He needs to prepare something. It's not a good thing to break through rashly.

Otherwise, as expected, he is not at the nine peaks, but should be in the five spirits realm, and has gone a long way in this realm.

Such a speed is impossible for even the creator of the nine breath method of heaven.

He spent nine days, while Fang Xuan went further.

All this is due to the further improvement of Kung Fu and the swallowing of ancient pearls.

Under the same circumstances, Fang Xuan also firmly believed that the man could not do his level and took nine days in half an hour? Forget it, he can't.

Only Fang Xuan can do this in the world, because he has the existence of God.

I'm changing other people to compare.

Su Qingmu and Tu Sinan are the favourites of heaven.

At the beginning, they spent at least three years in Jiuchong. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was a virtue accumulated in their previous life, but in the eyes of these people, it was a foundation.

Only when this foundation is firmly laid can there be unlimited possibilities in the future.

Rao is so. They have to walk in this realm for at least three years. Even those big families are the same. This is the foundation and the foundation. It's not fast.

Think fast, OK, start in three years.

"Jiuzhong can be called all saints." Fang Xuan went out of the room.

Jiuchongcheng is extraordinary and holy. It is holy in the mortal world and becomes holy on the spot.

Completely separate from the body and the gap between the body and the holy.

Now he can hold 90000 Jin, specifically 99999 Jin, which is also the nine limit at the beginning of the world.

"Strive to break millions."

With a word in his mouth, Fang Xuan walked out of the yard.

On the ground outside the courtyard, a plate of delicacies was placed on it. There were three dishes and one soup. It was obviously his dinner. When he saw that others didn't answer, he put it here and waited for him to pick it up.

"Go to the living room."

Fang Xuan picked up the wooden plate and went to the front building of the inn.

He's going to meet someone over there.

According to his understanding of Su Wuhou, Xia Chunqiu and Tu Sinan, and the degree of their control over power, the person he has observed for some time is almost here at this time.

"My guest, you're out." the fat waiter stole a bite of food and found Fang Xuan coming from the backyard.

Looking at the wooden plate in Fang Xuan's hand, the fat waiter said, "I saw you before and wanted to send you dinner. You didn't answer, so I put the wooden plate at the door."

"It's all right, I know." Fang Xuan smiled and naturally understood the explanation of fat waiter.

"All right."

The fat waiter smiled. It seemed that he was afraid of being complained, so he explained. He narrowed his eyes and smiled more invisible.

"Are you looking for a table to eat?" said the fat waiter, who was about to help Fang Xuan arrange a place.

"No, I'll find someone, someone you pull in to eat."

Fang Xuan said and walked towards the distance.

"Well..."

The fat waiter raised his eyebrows.

Fang Xuan purposefully moved towards a position.

In this position, a young man with long black clothes, thin and slightly bent body, old face and white hair is sitting.

How did he know we had someone over?

But soon, he ran to the steward Wang and shouted, "see, see."

Listening to fat waiter's broken reading, steward Wang waved to stop reading.

"See, people are at the peak."

His eyes moved on Fang Xuan.

"There is a rush thunder sound in the flow of Qi and blood. The bones are close, like white jade, without defects... It seems that it has reached the limit of the ninth peak."

"One night, bah, more than one hour from heaven to Saint?"

At this time, another waiter came. He was tall, thin and symmetrical. His face belonged to that kind of blind person. If you look at it, you will forget his face the next second.

"It's a little powerful. It took me a day to get to this point," he said, rubbing his smooth chin.

Fat waiter rolled his eyes.

Did you miss three 365 days.

"It is estimated that some means have been used to hide. There are nine realms in an hour. Someone really does this. I stand upside down and shit." the ordinary face waiter waved his hand.

Soon he went on doing his own business.

Fat waiter followed, "what if."

"Then you find evidence for me." ordinary people have a small face and a proud face. He doesn't believe in such people.

Even the existence of those amazing talents and shaking the ages has no such damn cultivation speed.

And, if it is.

There can be no evidence. No one can prove it.

Unless you can go back.

Smelling the speech, the fat waiter sighed. He also had the same idea as the ordinary waiter.

"Is there any evidence?" the fat waiter looked at the table in the east corner over there.

"There's no one here. Can I sit?"

The shadow listened to Fang Xuan's words, looked at him and sat down by himself.

He didn't know how to answer.

Do you want to ask me when you sit down

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