"Ling Yin, a disciple of Leshui Sect, pay homage to Elder Fang of Shoushan Sect!"

"Ye Xuanzhen, a disciple of Leshui Sect, pay homage to Elder Fang of Shoushan Sect..."

"He, a disciple of Leshui Sect...hehe, Mr. Fang has been missing for a long time..."

“…”

“…”

Soon, four or five disciples of the Leshui Sect were called over, stood in a row, and saluted seriously to Fangcun.

At first glance, you can feel that their aura is majestic, their aura is floating, and their cultivation is obvious. Among them, there is a man in the ink robe with black and white eyes, bright and energetic, and a little arrogant on his face. At first glance, you can feel that his qi and blood are condensed like mercury, and his magic power is deep. He looks like he is at the peak of the foundation building realm, and he is only one step away from the realm of Condensing Light.

Among these people, there was only one who did not show his energy, and he was smirking when he looked at Fang Cun.

It’s not another one, but it’s He Zhenzhang, a classmate who was Fang Cun at Baixiang Academy in Liuhucheng.

"Well, the disciples of Leshui Sect are full of spirit and have a good aura, and they really have the style of everyone..."

Fangcun sat there, deliberately looking at He Zhenzhang and praised him.

No matter how you hear this, it seems to be slander.

The elder on the side heard it and glared at He Zhenzhang, which scared him to his neck immediately.

Fang Cun smiled and said to the elders around him: "I first arrived at the noble sect and saw these juniors, you can't give up your etiquette!"

As he said that, Xiao Qingliu asked her to take a few things and distribute them one by one.

In fact, Fangcun didn't know what Leshui Sect was calling these disciples out for at this time, but he also had his own plans. Since Leshui Sect was so polite, of course he could not lose his share. He still had to have the airs of his elders.

“Huh?”

Several elders of Leshui Sect were immediately curious and stretched their heads slightly.

Xiao Qingliu seemed to behave in front of others and held it one by one. Although the disciples of Leshui Sect were very disciplined when they saluted Fang Cun, they also knew that Fang Cun was not old and even younger than them. The reason why they were "elders" was just because he served as the elder in the Shoushan Sect and followed the rules among the six major sects, he just admitted that he was a generation younger than him.

But when he saw that he wanted to give him a reward like an elder, he was naturally a little unhappy.

Especially the man in the ink robe in the front, he wanted to refuse proudly, but he didn't expect that Xiao Qingliu held it over with both hands and was actually a scroll filled with a narrow golden box. When he saw the flower marks on the scroll, he was shocked and widened his eyes.

“That’s…”

Even the elder who was drinking couldn't help but take a curious look, his eyes lit up slightly.

"The inscription written by Mr. Song of Chaoge last month has just arrived in Qingjiang!"

Fang Cun explained with a smile, and the elders around him suddenly looked slightly surprised.

This Mr. Song is Chaoge, or the number one master of calligraphy in Daxia. He is the world's inscription and is named the saint of calligraphy.

The disciples of Leshui Sect practice talismans and love calligraphy, even the same is true for these disciples who do not focus on talismans and Taoism.

Like Mr. Song's calligraphy, the most intimate thing they can find, are mostly rewriting the calligraphy that has been written countless times without any thoughts, but the ones given in a small amount of time are clearly the most exciting stele stickers.

The inks written by everyone like this are divided into several levels, and they are written directly and framed. They are naturally the most precious, worth ten thousand gold, but still have no market value. The inscriptions written by engraving steles and dyeing ink rubbings are second to them. You can still feel the old man's calligraphy artistic conception and talisman seal, and even feel the little spirit and spirit remaining between the lines of the characters.

But those who replicate these rubbings are called book posts, and the value is even less, and most of them can only be appreciated.

What Fangcun gave out casually was the inscription from Chaoge, which was naturally rare enough.

The arrogance in the hearts of several Leshui Sect disciples suddenly disappeared, and they wanted to refuse, but this damn hand...

"Elder Xie Fang..."

After receiving the inscription, I naturally had to thank me, and when I thanked me, I subconsciously became shorter.

"It's true that he is worthy of being Mr. Fang. He is so generous to take action..."

He Zhenzhang was at the last, and he also looked at it. It was his turn to finally come out of his hand with a smile on his face. However, when he arrived at him, Xiao Qingliu suddenly put the sticker back into the cloth bag. Instead, he reached out to find a black jar, heavy, with a wicked smile on his face, and said, "Young Master He, this is a good thing that the young master left for you..."

"What?"

He Zhenzhang held the black jar with a obviously confused expression.

Everyone around was also curious, and they all turned their heads one by one and looked at He Zhenzhang.

Everyone knows that Junior Brother He and Mr. Fang are classmates. It is said that their relationship is pretty good. It seems that they have special care?

"Good stuff..."

Xiao Qingliu leaned close to He Zhenzhang's ear and smiled, "This is the one from the Demon King, the one who can soak it, and the one who can treat it..."

"Swish!"

He Zhenzhang's face turned red all of a sudden.

The eyes of the fellow disciples and elders around him instantly widened.

Even Yu Qingli, who was standing beside Fangcun, pinched his nose without hesitation, as if he wanted to pinch his smile back.

Xiao Qingliu is not a Qi Refiner. No matter how low his voice is, he can't escape the ears of these people!

For a moment, everyone looked at He Zhenzhang with strange eyes and fear!

"You..."

He Zhenzhang's face was red and blood was about to drip. He wanted to look disgusted, but after thinking about it, this was the Demon King's...

So he carefully put it away and thanked with a slight smile: "Thank you Mr. Fang..."

"You're welcome!"

Fang Cun, who was sitting in the upper head, nodded to He Zhenzhang with a smile and said, "I have many more in there, I can give them all for you!"

Shi Zhenzhang immediately took a breath, wanting to say something but dare not say it.

...

...

"Haha, I called these disciples over here, and I wanted them to offer a bad reputation, but I didn't expect to get Elder Fang's gift first!"

Seeing that the disciples received their rewards, one of the elders of Leshui Sect smiled and said to Fang Cun: "Sir Fang, although my Leshui Sect is meticulous in talismans, I also have my own treasure body. Naturally, my ancestors have derived some magical powers. Just by words, it is difficult to explain them in a short time. Therefore, we recruited these disciples to demonstrate one by one, and asked the young master to give advice!"

Fang Cun smiled and nodded, saying, "It's so great!"

At this point, I understood the thoughts of the elders of Leshui Sect.

"Elder Fang is here, I'm so ugly!"

After hearing the elder's orders, the disciples of Leshui Sect all retreated, and a disciple who looked about twenty years old and had a pretty eyebrow came out of the middle. He had already reported his name and called Ling Yin, bowed to Fang Cun, and then said: "I have been practicing in Leshui Sect for four years. I have received guidance from my master and have cultivated a small fire spirit technique. I would like to ask the elders to appreciate it and give me some advice!"

After saying that, he pinched the seal technique with his hand and destroyed the magic power. The surrounding void changed faintly, like ripples, and the void seemed to become slightly darker. Then, he suddenly took a step to the side, and pointed forward with a finger and shouted loudly: "Go!"

"Wow!"

With this shout, a ray of spiritual light flew out beside him, like a spirit bird, hitting the rock ten feet away. Then he heard a bang, but the spirit bird directly pierced the indestructible rock. What was strange was that there was no stone chips or smoke in the area where it was pierced, as if it had evaporated completely in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Yu Qingli couldn't help but frown.

After the disciple performed this method, he bowed again and stepped aside.

Another disciple stood up and bowed: "I have been in the Leshui Sect for seven years and have practiced a method of leaping the river!"

As he was talking, he took a few steps and came to the rock. Facing the interlaced river flow under the peak, he slapped his seal and danced. He stepped on the steps of the stalking, and suddenly, he turned his body. He suddenly pointed to the bottom. He could see that a thunder sounded in the river, which was at least hundreds of feet away, and the river water turned several feet upside down, like a beast, surging up against the current, walking more than ten feet before it disappeared.

Seeing this move, even the elders of the Leshui Sect couldn't help but stroke their beards and smile.

Such a power can be exerted by such a distance from the river. If it is displayed by the river, its power will definitely be even more terrifying.

"My younger generation, Ye Xuanzhen, has cultivated Daluo Liuyunxiu, and dared to show his bad luck. Please give me advice!"

The last one came out was the man in an ink robe. He bowed to Fang Cun, and when he raised his head, his face had a little more arrogance. He took a few steps back slightly, looking casual and still, but several talismans suddenly flew behind him, some ignited flames, some radiating golden light, and some scattered ice.

Ye Xuanzhen suddenly looked up and looked at the several talismans, and then his big sleeves shook out. In the blink of an eye, he rolled around like a spiritual snake with his own life, and even put away the three talismans one after another.

The three talismans have different powers. When they are retracted into their sleeves, they will also exude their divine power.

At this moment, Ye Xuanzhen actually waved his sleeves, his figure was ethereal and his magic power also changed in an instant.

Some roll, some sweep, some wrap, some wrap, some collect, some swing, some swing, and some magic power intertwined, and it was so complex and exquisite that it was extremely complex.

Crazy...

As his big sleeves danced, his figure slightly retracted, his big sleeves shook forward, and then slowly retracted.

There were already three talismans on the ground, with marks of burning, golden light cracks, or ice residues.

The power of the three talismans was completely resolved by him.

It was silent, and it even seemed to be a slight feeling!

"good!"

Looking at the three talismans on the ground, the five elders of Leshui Sect all showed uncontrollable smiles.

It looks like that, if they weren't right, they would even applaud and praise.

The other disciples of the Shoushan Sect on the side looked at Ye Huanzhen with envy on their faces.

"The trick is not worth mentioning. Please give me advice from Elder Fang!"

After each of these disciples of the Shoushan Sect used their magic, they stood up again, saluted to Fang Cun, and said loudly.
To be continued...