He was holding it and smelling it just now... Fang Che felt nauseated and immediately raised his hand.

"It's not in the crotch! It's really not in the crotch!"

Seeing that Mr. Fang was about to beat someone, Cripple Hong Er hurriedly lifted up his clothes and said, "Here it is."

Fang Che took a look and found it on his belly button.

Moreover, the skin of the navel was turned up to cover the jade.

Fang Che twisted his face: "This is..."

"When my mother gave birth to me, she cut the umbilical cord too much... My belly button leaked... This is the round one specially given to me by the Huang family's sister-in-law, just to make up for it..."

Cripple Hong Er hurriedly explained.

"!!"

Fang Che really couldn't hold it back.

He kicked him with a speechless expression, unlocked his cultivation restrictions, and walked out with a dark expression on his face.

All the deacons looked at Mr. Fang coming out with a black hair, while Hong Er, the cripple, actually followed behind with a sarcastic look on his face.

They are all confused.

What happened?

Mr. Fang’s face is so ugly, why didn’t cripple Hong Er get beaten? A miracle!

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Mr. Fang turn around and beat Cripple Hong Er hard with a crackling sound.

Everyone's eyebrows twitched for a while, but they were relieved at the same time.

This is right.

Match the rhythm of every day.

…

"Distribute the tasks, patrol the streets individually, and search for the whereabouts of the Night Demon. Be careful, if you find anything, don't act rashly."

"yes."

Whenever this happens, the people guarding the main hall begin to lament the communication problem.

People in the Demon Sect, even a small minion, can communicate instantly, but the communication jade guarding the main hall must reach the imperial level to have the soul-activating function.

This is really a big restriction for those on the ground floor guarding the main hall.

There is no way to notify immediately.

No matter what secret codes, hand gestures, rocket signals, etc... they can't match the speed of other people's transmission!

After a group of people sighed, they went out to patrol the streets.

One day is over.

The guarding hall captured six demon cult demons and started a fierce battle. After six battles, the deacons suffered five serious injuries and twelve minor injuries. Fortunately, Mr. Fang arrived in time and no one died.

It is considered an outstanding achievement.

Fang Che felt much calmer.

…

Lower value.

Fang Che went directly to the north of the city. After patrolling the north of the city, he flew to the cave again.

Looking at the dark cave, Fang Che's heart began to twitch and hurt again.

He didn't go in.

He stood at the entrance of the cave for a long time and bowed deeply.

Then he turned around and silently walked farther away. He stood on a high place and looked at the opposite cave entrance from a distance, feeling the earth-shattering gunfire.

He took off the two gun sections from behind and put them together, and he suddenly had a long gun in his hand.

The night wind is biting.

The stars and the moon are in the sky.

Fang Che held the long gun in his hand, carefully feeling every bit of the gun in his hand and trying to figure it out.

Then he sat down, holding the gun in his arms, the immeasurable scriptures, and the icy spiritual platform.

Activate simultaneously.

Then, he took out a small teapot from his arms, put in a cup of Zhenshen tea, and poured hot water into the thermos bottle on his back.

The fragrance of tea lingers and the tea leaves stretch.

Drink it all in one gulp.

Fang Che closed his eyes and imagined the wind god who suddenly shot like a dragon...

I just feel like my soul is shaking.

Unknowingly, I entered a world where there is no one and no self, and I forget both things and myself.

He had learned the method of condensing the force of the spear from the Baiyun Martial Arts Academy, but he had no idea how to merge the force of the spear into the force of the stars, or in other words, the force of the stars into the force of the spear.

Now that there is this hole, although the gun intention is very weak, it is still a direction for Fang Che.

So he came to this place where he was heartbroken and devastated to practice.

He didn't expect to understand anything directly from here.

This cave has existed for tens of thousands of years. During these tens of thousands of years, countless people have come here to realize enlightenment. Over the years, the number of people who have come here has been in the hundreds of millions!

Even the stone under my butt has become smooth.

So I am definitely not the only one who has this kind of mentality. However, everyone has not succeeded.

No matter how conceited Fang Che is, he doesn't dare to say that he is better than everyone else.

But he has to find a direction for himself.

In the secret book of condensation, Baiyun Martial Arts Academy's explanation is very clear, there are various kinds of potential.

But Fang Che always felt that it wasn't suitable for him, because if he could concentrate his strength like that, even if he could master the Spear Intention and Spear Style, it would still be popular with the public.

So he just understood the method and had no intention of copying it.

But since he learned about this hole, Fang Che felt that he had a vague direction.

The path of the Black Gold Spear Demon.

Fusion star potential.

Sharp momentum.

It's your own way.

He closed his eyes, sat on the stone, and felt the hole opposite.

The ocean of consciousness is surging.

Like the sun, falling from the sky, falling suddenly, unstoppable and unavoidable, a shot carrying God's will and judgment...

Like starlight, it is a shot that has been falling from a distant star field.

Before you even realize it, you are already here.

Or, the stars in the sky gather together and become a bunch?

Half an hour later, Fang Che woke up from his meditation.

I added another glass of water, only to find that the Shocking Tea had no effect.

Can only soak once!

There is no way to take out another bubble, the spiritual energy stimulates the fire, heats the water and pours the water...

Enter into stillness and enlightenment again.

For a long, long time...

Fang Che stood up, disassembled his gun and floated away.

The direction is clear, but nothing can be gained by concentrating on it.

…

late at night.

Fang Che was sweating profusely and lay on Ye Meng, who was already weak and limp, feeling the softness underneath him.

Ye Meng's eyes were blurred and out of focus.

Panting violently.

I just feel like I'm still floating in the mist even after it's over.
To be continued...