Jealousy also needs jealousy capital. When the gap reaches a certain level, there will be no jealousy capital left, just looking up.
Although Gu Fenghua has not yet reached the point where Gao Yangbo looks up to him, there is no doubt that Gu Fenghua will definitely become a strong man beyond his dreams.
"At that time, it would not be much more difficult for her to crush me than to crush an ant." When Gao Yangbo thought of this, his face turned white.
If you want to talk about it, he has a deep hatred with Gu Fenghua. It's only because of Fang Tianyou that he has a grudge with her. However, don't forget that Fang Shibo is still known as an uncle. Even if Gu Fenghua wants to get in trouble with Fang Tianyou, she can only let it go in the face of this cheap uncle. In that case, her anger can only come from her own body.
It's worthy of being the Lord of the temple. It's really far sighted. A few soul refining jade and a few Shengyuan pills have replaced so many promising nieces and nephews.
Thinking of this, uncle Gao Yang didn't care for those soul refining jade and Shengyuan pill any more. He admired the master's foresight.
"No, I have to see it." Fang said and walked out.
Although he had known for a long time that Gu Fenghua was doomed to be used by his holy peak, and because of Fang Tianyou, the two sides parted ways even though they didn't turn against each other, so he didn't want to have any contact with his nieces and nephews who were killing people.
But after tens of thousands of years, since he was the first lord of the hall, someone finally stepped into the seventh floor of Zichen hall. As the Lord of the hall, he had to go and have a look at such a big thing.
Gao Yangbo thought about it and followed.
If he can, he hopes that he will never meet Gu Fenghua again. However, unless he gives up his present status and leaves Jialuo mountain, sooner or later he will meet each other. Hiding is not the best way. We should try our best to build up a good relationship with Gu Fenghua, or try our best to please her.
Not long, they came to the purple Chen peak.
At this time, the Zichen peak was already full of people. Except for some left behind disciples, almost all the people from Sanfeng and Yigu came. Naturally, in the middle of the crowd were Xie Huaiyuan and Xie Youran from the misty cloud valley.
However, at this time, Xie Huaiyuan and others did not look happy, on the contrary, they looked very dignified.
Fang Shibo was curious and went forward. Seeing that the Lord of the temple also came in person, the crowd saluted and retreated to make way for a passage.
"What's the matter?" Fang asked.
"Lord, there's something strange about it." The middle-aged man in charge of guarding Zichen Hall said.
"Oh, what's the matter?" Fang asked.
"It has been six days since Gu Fenghua entered the sixth hall. Judging from the holy time, it should have reached the time limit, but they didn't come out. That is to say, they entered the seventh hall." At this point, the middle-aged man was also a little excited, but soon, he changed the subject and said strangely, "but since then, there has been no movement in this holy instrument."
"How could that be?" Gao Yangbo leaned out from behind the Expo and said strangely, looking at the time of the pilgrimage.
No wonder Xie Huaiyuan and others look so dignified. Even Gao Yangbo knows that if people leave the sixth hall, they should go to the seventh hall instead of coming out.