Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

There were bursts of thunder, and the pressure was terrifying.

Fu Zhu sat cross-legged, resting in a corner, constantly refining spiritual energy to repair his injuries. A crack appeared on the smooth surface of the Shulan Dzi Bead between her wrists, which protected her from disaster.

Therefore, it seems that the condition of Fu Zhu is better than that of Zhang Qianyu.

She closed her eyes and concentrated. There was almost no need to deliberately pull the spiritual energy into her body. Her body was as crystal clear as jade, and her spiritual roots without any impurities moved on their own, refining the spiritual energy into clear and clean spiritual power.

Within the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the remaining beautiful glow was strangled completely as time went by.

Fu Zhu slowly opened his eyes and raised his lips. This time, the hidden danger caused by the Ni beast was completely eliminated.

As for the sword energy's retaliation, it was secondary in Fu Zhu's opinion. The traces of sword energy were not a bad thing for her.

It is easy to know the enemy, but it is difficult to know yourself.

Several people had survived the thunder disaster, and their faces were filled with joy as they thanked Yang Shu and the protectors.

To Yang Shu's expectation, the combat power preserved by being trapped in the sleep is quite impressive. Regardless of the small realm, there are fifty-two people in the Transformation of God realm, 130 Nascent Soul monks, and Golden Core realm. There were even two hundred people.

However, the number of people who had lost their lives far exceeded this number, and Yang Shu couldn't be happy anymore.

Sensing the depressed mood of his younger sister, Yang Qingxu said calmly, "War is ruthless and casualties are inevitable. Anyone in this world can die, and you and I are no exception."

The second half of the sentence is Yang Qingxu's attitude. He doesn't blame everyone for giving up his choice. Looking at the overall situation, this is a wise move. If Yang Qingxu were to choose, he would do the same.

"Young master Yang can choose his own life or death, be famous all over the world or remain unknown, but he should not talk about other people's life and death so lightly."

The brother and sister looked at the speaker, nodded slightly, and said in a kind manner, "Miss Fu Zhu."

Fu Zhu happened to hear Yang Qingxu's words and became furious. Was it because he had this idea that he intercepted and killed Senior Sister Tianyue?

After so many years in Fang Waitian, Fu Zhu also understood that when they intercepted and killed Senior Sister Tianyue, they all had their own "difficulties". From the perspective of the so-called overall situation, they believed that anyone could be sacrificed, but why? Woolen cloth?

Yang Qingxu is willing to sacrifice himself for the overall situation. That is his own business. He should not do to others what he wants.

You Chunliu cowered aside, not daring to speak. Miss Fu Zhu always looked smiling, gentle and bright, and occasionally showed a wanton and proud look, but upon closer inspection, she still looked like an incomparably sharp sword.

The sword has a double edge and is destined to be sharp by nature, but it is usually hidden in the scabbard, keeping the edge hidden.

But once the sword is unsheathed, people will not only admire its brilliance, but also be afraid of its sword light.

Therefore, when it was obvious that the talisman beads were showing some sharpness, You Chunliu did not dare to step forward.

Yang Qingxu always looked modest, and said: "I made a mistake in what I said. Miss Fu Zhu is right. The life and death of others should be decided by yourself."

Although most of the monks like Jueyingdi were born and raised in Fangwaitian, there were also outsiders like Qian Ting and Wu Guanqing.

They have no attachment to the outside world and should not talk about life and death with Yang Qingxu's mentality.

Fu Zhu put away his tit-for-tat intention. After all, he punched the cotton, which was soft and meaningless. Moreover, her original intention was not to "punch". She had to hit Yang Qingxu to be satisfied. She was just unhappy for her senior sister in her heart.

When the war is over, she will seek justice for her senior sister, and let the light of the Leading Sword shake Fang Wai Tian forever.

After resting, the large army returned to Dongyou City. Undoubtedly, Fu Zhu's combat performance soared very quickly, and he suddenly ranked in a very conspicuous place.

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However, the matter about Qushui City and the three hundred soldiers will still need to be discussed for a long time. Fu Zhu will stay in Xiaolanxie until they finish arguing. Mimi has already begun to formally treat patients. Her fair little face was filled with excitement, and she danced and told Fu Zhu about her experience.

Fu Zhu didn't really understand the unfamiliar knowledge, but she was always smart and could understand it roughly.

"Sister Fuzhu, please let me help you take a look at the injury." Mi Mi prayed with her hands clasped together, staring at the Fuzhu with a pair of big moist eyes without blinking.

After fussing for a long time, he turned out to be waiting for her here. Fu Zhu curled his lips and stretched out his wrist.

Mimi wiped her hands and placed her hand on her pulse solemnly. After half a breath, her face looked strange, "Huh? No injuries?"

"But Zhang Qianyu is lying on the bed and can't get off."

Fu Zhu retracted his hand, looking enigmatic, "Can he be the same as me?"

"No." Mimi shook her head quickly.

But she still can't figure it out!

Fu Zhu sent Mimi away and went into seclusion.

Mimi, who was thinking about this matter, immediately suppressed her thoughts as soon as she knew that Fu Zhu was going to retreat, and did not dare to disturb her.

Speaking of which, she had made new progress in her recent research on the issue of demon bloodline, but with the emergence of this new progress, Mimi couldn't help but feel depressed.

It turns out that the role of the Qiongcang flower is not only to suppress the demon bloodline. After the flower is planted in the body, it will grow under the warmth of spiritual power and absorb the demonic energy until the time is right.

Finally, you can bathe your body with Tanggu water and wash your blood.

But the Qiongcang Flower was dissolved and absorbed by her. Mimi was wondering, could she reunite with the Qiongcang Flower?

But this is nothing more than wishful thinking. What she has absorbed is only a small part of Qiong Canghua.

"Mimi, what are you worried about?"

Chu Lianlian jumped out and lowered her head in front of her medical book. After just one glance, she felt that her head was big. She quickly took two steps back and bumped into a wall of human flesh.

She turned her head and said, "Brother Dongying, didn't you see me?"

"You are so short, I can't see you."

Chu Lianlian bared her teeth in anger. She would grow taller, but not now.

The two of them quarreled, which has become a common thing in Mi Mi's eyes. She closed the medical book and prepared to find a quiet place. Suddenly something occurred to her and she looked at Chu Dongying, "Did you come to Xiaolanxie to find Sister Fu Zhu?"

"She is in seclusion. Don't disturb her. If you have any questions, tell me in advance."

Chu Dongying said "Oh" and got down to business: "The results of the discussion are out, and the three hundred soldiers Miss Fu Zhu wants have been selected."

He and Mi Mi had a thorough discussion: "But you should also be able to guess that there are not many people with high levels. It is very dangerous for Miss Fu Zhu to go to Qushui City, so you should advise her."

Mimi smiled lightly and simply said: "It's good as long as the person is selected."

She didn't mention the matter of persuading Fu Zhu, and Chu Dongying was helpless. He made his position clear: "I will help you after I successfully advance to become a god."