Qian Yu wasn't the only one whose smile froze. Even the disciples of Ling Yun Tower and Emperor Lin Mubai were completely stunned.
It was obvious …
Fang Zhengzhi's "I'm not going to bed with you!" Since the conversation had ended, then it was naturally impossible for them to continue having a pleasant conversation with each other.
"I'm going to kill him!" Qian Yu's voice was as cold as the coldest wind in winter, and it drilled into Fang Zhengzhi's neck.
Fang Zhengzhi could only shrug his shoulders helplessly.
He had to find some time to change his bad habit of speaking the truth, especially in front of a woman who was going through menopause. Sometimes, he had to be more tactful.
At the very least, he should tell her that their ages were too different, and they weren't suitable for each other.
Of course, it was too late to say anything now, because the storm-like leaves had already swept towards him. Every leaf was glowing with a cold light.
At the same time, Fang Zhengzhi moved.
He walked towards Qian Yu step by step. He would pause for a moment with every step he took to admire the beautiful scenery around him.
It was late autumn, and the wind was getting colder.
Ling Yun Tower was a place where hundreds of flowers bloomed. With the protection of the Icy Pond, it was impossible for the flowers to wither like the outside world.
However, the green leaves were still a little withered, and there were a few leaves on the ground that were blown off by the autumn night. They looked like the setting sun.
Fang Zhengzhi was mesmerized by it.
Perhaps because he was too intoxicated, his eyes slowly narrowed, and his mouth was even humming an unknown tune.
"I'm a tiny little bird, I want to fly … fly … fly higher, oh oh oh …" Fang Zhengzhi's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough. His voice reverberated in the sky above Ling Yun Tower like a demonic tune.
As for the Ling Yun Tower's disciples and the eleven disciples who had just arrived, they were completely stunned.
There was an ancient saying that went, "Not a single leaf will touch you when you pass by a field of flowers."
Although the scene in front of him was not that appropriate in terms of metaphor, it seemed to be more appropriate than the ancient saying.
"How is that possible?!"
"Why can't I hurt him?!"
"What … what's going on?"
The disciples of Ling Yun Tower were devastated. After all, it was impossible for anyone to not be shocked after experiencing it for themselves.
He had attacked with all his might, but he couldn't even touch a piece of his clothes?
A ghost?!
"Yu Er, be careful!" Seeing that Fang Zhengzhi was getting closer and closer, Emperor Lin Mubai finally reacted. He pressed on his waist and a golden dragon rose into the air.
Azure Dragon Eye.
It was Emperor Lin Mubai's protective treasure. Some said that it was a gift from Qian Yu, while others said that it was a treasure passed down in the Great Xia Dynasty.
Of course, no matter where it came from, it could be considered a good treasure.
"Buzz!" At that moment, a pair of gigantic black wings suddenly unfurled. The wings were two zhang in length, and they were large enough to cover the entire sky.
"Speaking of treasures, I actually have some as well." Fang Zhengzhi smiled. However, his smile couldn't be noticed because of the black cloth on his face.
"It's the Black-Golden Wings, the protective treasure of the Demon Lord!" Emperor Lin Mubai's expression changed when he saw the black wings on Fang Zhengzhi's back.
Even though he didn't see the treasure of the Demon Lord with his own eyes, the way it looked when it was unfurled was recorded in the ancient books.
"It seems like you really caught the Demon Lord!" Qian Yu wasn't as flustered as Emperor Lin Mubai, especially when she saw the Black-Golden Wings on Fang Zhengzhi's back. Her expression became much calmer.
Why did it become calmer?
Fang Zhengzhi felt that this had something to do with the powers that he had displayed. After all, what he had just said would have killed anyone else a thousand times.
"Now that I've verified my identity, shouldn't I serve you some good wine and dishes?" Fang Zhengzhi wasn't in a hurry and didn't walk too quickly.
"How good do you want the wine?" Qian Yu asked.
"I'm not a picky person when it comes to wine. However, if it's less than a thousand years old, honestly speaking, I wouldn't dare to take it out." Fang Zhengzhi didn't hold back at all.
"Haha … It's not a problem if you want to drink the hundred-year-old wine. However, you have to defeat me first!" Qian Yu smiled again and attacked.
Above her head, eight bright moons appeared. The white brilliance of the moon covered her head with a layer of snow-like brilliance.
"Looks like Tower Master Qian still doesn't trust me?" Fang Zhengzhi sighed. He felt that he had shown enough sincerity.
However, Qian Yu didn't seem to be satisfied.
Moreover, she attacked ruthlessly and didn't show any mercy at all. It was obvious that she wanted to kill Fang Zhengzhi like a "queen".
This was simply a scam for his father.
After all, Fang Zhengzhi really couldn't cripple Qian Yu and lay her on the ground.
"Buzz!" In the blink of an eye, Qian Yu was already in front of Fang Zhengzhi. The two silver-white long swords in her hands were extremely dazzling.
The moons were like hooks and the swords were like frost.
Qian Yu was definitely not as powerful as a Godly State expert. However, her advantage was that her moves were basically flawless. That was the reason why Qian Yu could fight with Monster Emperor Baizhi who was more powerful than her.
Swoosh! Two beams of silver light landed on the ground.
The snow-white frost extended from Qian Yu's sword to a distance of a hundred steps before it gradually dissipated.
Almost a hundred Ling Yun Tower disciples split up as the silver light descended. They retreated to the side and dodged the sword.
Of course, Fang Zhengzhi also dodged it.
As compared to the disciples of the Ling Yun Tower, he dodged faster and earlier. Before the sword radiance landed on the ground, he had already dodged to the side.
However, the position where he dodged was not right.
That was because Fang Zhengzhi didn't retreat. Instead, he advanced and flashed past the two swords in Qian Yu's hands like a wild goose.
Then, coincidentally, he stood beside Ping Yang.
"…"
"…"
There was a type of person who could end a conversation.
This type of person would make the atmosphere awkward and not very likable. On the other hand, the other type of person would make his opponent feel as if they were struck by lightning.
Evidently …
Fang Zhengzhi had both types of people.
He wasn't sure if the atmosphere was awkward. However, a strange scene happened in the Ling Yun Tower the moment he landed beside Ping Yang.
Qian Yu, Emperor Lin Mubai, and the hundreds of disciples of the Ling Yun Tower froze on the spot like statues.
Every single one of their faces was deathly pale.
"Ah … Bastard, I'm going to kill you!" A furious roar broke the strange silence. At the same time, a ball of crimson flames lit up. Like a Qilin pouncing towards Fang Zhengzhi, it opened its sharp claws and pierced towards the center of Fang Zhengzhi's forehead.
As the saying went, there was a type of woman that scared even herself when she was ruthless.
In the past, Fang Zhengzhi did not know how ruthless Ping Yang was. However, now that he had experienced it firsthand, at the very least, the angle of the attack, the domineering power, and even the ruthless expression on Ping Yang's face, were all very well coordinated.
It was surging and imposing.
However, unfortunately …
However, Fang Zhengzhi still saw a leg extending towards his crotch in this violent attack.
That's right!
Compared to the innocent and cute Ping Yang in the past, she was no longer the innocent Ping Yang. On the contrary, after being influenced by a certain someone, Ping Yang's craftiness had become rather outstanding.
At the very least, the diversion attack was perfect.
On the surface, whether it was the corner in which the gun was fired or the expression of helplessness in the midst of fear, it was a very 'experienced' performance.
If it had been an ordinary person, with such perfect acting skills and a bold and imaginative way of thinking, it would have been impossible for the enemy to avoid a heavy groin kick in the crotch after blocking a stab to the forehead.
However, was Fang Zhengzhi an ordinary person?
Obviously not!
So, when he saw the spear coming at him, his whole body sank down. He forcefully squatted into a 'twisted horse stance', and at the same time, he clamped a leg that was coming at him with all his might.
Time stopped once again.
The slightly chilly autumn wind blew, causing the terrified faces to flutter. However, unfortunately, there were no snowflakes falling.
It lacked the beauty of a poem or a painting.
As for Ping Yang's expression, it was one of fear this time.
Her small mouth formed a circle, and her clear eyes were filled with disbelief. The Blazing Qilin Spear in her hand almost fell to the ground.
The perfect strike was actually broken?!
Oh my god!
Ping Yang refused to believe her own eyes. She was terrified, helpless, and flustered. She wanted to scream, and she even started to prepare to run away.
Then, she really turned around.
However, when she turned around, she was terrified to realize that her calf was still stuck between "Meng Tian"'s crotch.
She tried to pull it out.
However, she still couldn't pull it out.
Ping Yang was extremely anxious, so anxious that she seemed to have lost all hope.
Then …
A handful of fluttering white lime powder spilled out.
"What a sin!" Fang Zhengzhi looked at the lime powder that was flying towards him and recalled the helpless expression on Ping Yang's face. He suddenly felt that he had a brilliant disciple.
And this brilliant disciple was using the method he was best at, acting out a scene of helplessness that made people cry. Moreover, he conveniently sprinkled a handful of lime powder that he had long hidden in his palm towards his face.
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