Starting from Xiaoao Jianghu to push martial arts horizontally

Chapter 1168
Sikong Changfeng fell into silence, speechless silence.

"Master, why did you count the death of your disciple and teacher?"

Li Fansong realized that this master might have counted something, and as long as it counted, he could take precautions in advance.

"If you want to lose your life, especially the fate on your side is not that simple, what I see is only a result, but the process is not a definite number.

Saying that you are prepared now will only change the established process and achieve the result through another unknown process, so that even I can no longer take precautions.

But Zhao Yuzhen will be fine as long as he doesn't go down to Mount Qingcheng and detaches himself from the outside world.

After I completely break the fate on your side, there will be no so-called fate of death! "

Seeing what Li Fansong was thinking, Tian Hao still did not tell the original trajectory of his fate.

Although it is always cool to break the news, the key information must be stabilized and not spread too much.

And fate, especially the fate of this continent is very strong and weird, probably because of the influence of the power of heaven, he has always been afraid.

"You want to completely break fate?"

Fei Xuan was shocked. As a generation of Daoist geniuses, he naturally knew the power of destiny, which was an existence that was absolutely irresistible.

But this new master said that he wanted to completely break the fate, which is beyond the word arrogance.

"That's the existence you're going to deal with in the end?"

Sikong Changfeng recalled some things that Tang Lian had said to his daughter, and vaguely understood that what this cheap uncle had to deal with might be fate.

"That's just incidental."

Shaking his head slightly, Tian Hao's real enemy is the existence that claims to be Cangtian.

Of course, it could also be Brother Zheng.

Although Brother Zheng is the emperor of all ages, he is not completely sure that Brother Zheng is a positive person, and he is not even 100% sure whether the one he got in the cold iron tomb is the real soul of Brother Zheng.

After all, there is no hard evidence to prove that the other party is the real brother Zheng, is there?

Not to mention what kind of position Brother Zheng has, maybe Cang Tian is a positive figure, and Brother Zheng is just an ambitious man trying to replace Cang Tian?

These cannot be determined, and only after he has truly seen the sky can he make a final judgment, so as not to be cheated.

"Uncle Changfeng, are you looking for me?"

At this moment, a young man jumped over the wall and came in, and greeted Sikong Changfeng with a smile.

"He is Wen Liang from the Wen family, with good qualifications."

Concentrating his mind, Sikong Changfeng introduced to Tian Hao while gesturing for the boy to come over.

"The aptitude is indeed good, but it's gone astray. You should focus on cultivation instead of messing with those useless poisons."

Nodding in agreement, Tian Hao naturally saw that Wen Liang's aptitude was no worse than Li Fansong's, and only slightly worse than Fei Xuan's.

"The Wen family is like that, and the inheritance of nourishing and using poison can only be achieved, but other aspects are quite poor.

Senior Warm Pot Wine sent him to Xueyue City and wanted us to teach him to go on the right path. "

Sikong Changfeng took it for granted, as a decent person, he naturally disliked the use of poison, let alone he is the heir of the king of medicine!

"Uncle Changfeng can tell my master about this!"

Putting on a small resentful expression, Wen Liang was very unconvinced. You must know that poison is the pride of their Wen family's time-honored brand, but now they are so belittled, can you not be resentful?

"There are not many people in the world who dare to say this to your Wen family, and I happen to be one!"

Sikong Changfeng is happy, he is the heir of the king of medicine, and he is really not afraid of the poison of the Wen family's time-honored brand.

This made Wen Liang even more resentful. As an expert in playing drugs, the last thing he wanted to face was a genius doctor.

"Don't stand there stupidly, kneel down and worship the teacher."

A slap on Wen Liang's shoulder, and he knelt on the ground, Sikong Changfeng reminded him.

When he left Xueyue City, he wrote a letter to the Wen family on behalf of Baili Dongjun, please bring the white colored glaze, and there are not many people in the Wen family who can control the white colored glaze, except for a few people from the older generation. Besides, there is only Wen Liang among the younger generation.

So Wen Liang drove Bai Liuli to arrive, and it was already there.

After returning to Xueyue City and meeting Wen Liang, he was moved to this thought.

After all, it was not easy to ask that uncle for a drop of dragon's blood, but if Wen Liang became his disciple, things would be much easier.

"Disciple Wen Liang pays homage to Master!"

After being stupefied, Wen Liang hurriedly paid homage to his teacher.

Sikong Changfeng had told him earlier that someone had two real dragons, and the blood of the real dragons might transform Bai Liuli into a flood dragon.

How can such an opportunity be missed?

And ever since this person entered Xueyue City, Dabai was so frightened that he trembled all over, this was the first time he saw Bai Liuli showing fear.

This undoubtedly proves from the side that something terrible has entered Xueyue City, and it is likely to be the real dragon that Uncle Changfeng said.

If Bai Liuli can get a drop of dragon's blood, even if he can't become a flood dragon, his strength will definitely increase greatly, which will be of great benefit to the entire Wen family.

"I always feel like you're plotting against me!"

Tian Hao suddenly reacted, his star eyes were micron, and he felt that Sikong Changfeng had no good intentions.

"It's indeed a bit of a trick, Junior Brother Fan Song challenged Second Senior Sister a few days ago, and the fight between the two sides brought down the Dengtian Pavilion.

Master, look at the cost of rebuilding the Dengtian Pavilion..."

After rubbing his hands, Sikong Changfeng felt a little embarrassed.

Xueyue City's finances have always been very tight. Since the time when I took over, there is no money left, and many places are still in deficit.

Now there is really no money to rebuild the Dengtian Pavilion, but the Dengtian Pavilion is the face of Xueyue City, so it cannot be repaired.

Fortunately, this uncle is rich and has super golden thighs. A little deduction is enough to rebuild a Dengtian Pavilion, and even after some operation, there will be a lot of leftovers.

"no!"

Before Sikong Changfeng finished speaking, Tian Hao refused decisively, saying that if he wanted money, he would not give it.

Just kidding, I really thought that the money of someone in my field was blown by the wind, and if you want it, I have to give it.

Are you an uncle, or am I an uncle?
"Don't tell me, Fan Song is your disciple now. Youdao means that the father pays the debt of the son, and the uncle, as the master of the younger brother Fan Song, should pay it on his behalf."

Sikong Changfeng was in a hurry. The main reason why he brought people here tonight was to transfer this bill to Tian Hao.

It would be embarrassing if you disagreed.

Li Fansong was also very embarrassed. He just wanted to ask Xueyue Sword Immortal for advice, but who would have thought that Sword Immortal suddenly became angry and used a big move to almost cut him into pieces.

It was only at the last moment that he showed mercy and saved his life, but the Dengtian Pavilion worth 800,000 taels was destroyed.

He didn't have 800,000 taels, Qingchengshan's family was not rich, and he didn't have enough liquidity, so he was detained in Xueyue City.

"Dengtian Pavilion is gone, just build a new one, and your dilapidated building is ashamed to call it Dengtian Pavilion. Is your sky so short?"

With a stern expression, Tian Hao got up and walked out.

At the same time, with a thought, the Vajra Warriors engineering team who were practicing cross-legged outside the city got up and marched into the city.

Isn't it just a Ascend to Heaven Pavilion, just build one, really think that my infrastructure madman Tian Mangfu can't boast?
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(Sikong Changfeng: My son-in-law, I don’t want the compensation for ascending to Tiange, but this dowry must be given!)
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