Lord of the night.

Chapter 719 Night Devil, where are your eyes? [Additional chapters 73 and 74 for the Golden Alliance Leader Wise Haichen]

Fang Che and ten other people stood at attention at the same time.

"I now grant Fang Che, Song in the Rain, Mo Ganyun, Dong Yunyu, Qiu Yunshang, Jing Shuanggao, Feng Xiangdong, Xue Wanren, Ye Meng, and Zhao Ying'er the title of Guardian. I hereby grant them the Gold-rimmed Guardian Badge!"

"Fang Che Guardian serial number, 988...999."

"Singin' in the Rain serial number..."

Fang Che counted the numbers and couldn't help but smack his lips. Eleven digits! It was outside the ten billion, and outside the ninety billion.

This number gave Fang Che a heavy feeling.

More than 90 billion... Among this huge number, how many serial numbers have been sacrificed and no longer exist?

I'm afraid it would be the vast majority of this number?

With several shining gold-rimmed badges made of outer space iron pinned on the chest, the ceremony was officially completed.

On the front is a circle of gold-rimmed serial numbers, with crossed swords in the middle, holding up the sun, moon and clouds, shining brightly.

There are several words engraved on the back.

Bi Bo City, Fang Che.

Iron, copper, silver, and gold, then stellar iron, stellar copper, stellar silver, stellar gold, and stellar jade.

There are nine levels of guardians.

And Phnom Penh means honor.

Fang Che and the others now received the Star Iron Plate, which was already above the ordinary Guardian Gold Plate, with a layer of gold edge, indicating that they had obtained the Immortal Merit.

The Star Iron Plate cannot be destroyed under normal circumstances. After death, it will be registered as the Guardian Badge.

Fang Che couldn't help but sigh.

Even he himself didn't know why he sighed.

An Ruoxing said: "I'll give you three days to recover. After three days, new tasks will be issued."

"Yes."

The ceremony is completed.

An Ruoxing did not leave. Instead, she walked forward and looked at the badges on the chests of the ten people with a complicated expression on her face.

He said softly, "You know it yourself, and you have already heard some of the news. Becoming a guardian is an honor. But it is also a responsibility. This sign represents... that life and death are no longer decided by yourself."

An Ruoxing took two steps back and raised her hand in salute.

"I hope that every one of you returns safely!"

Then he turned around and strode away.

Fang Che turned around, looked at the brothers opposite him, and smiled: "Are you happy? Becoming a guardian?"

"Happy!"

Mo Ganyun laughed loudly, looking at the medal on his chest with cherishment: "Boss, do you know that this medal is called... the gold medal of quasi-death by many people on the mainland."

“But it is our lifelong pursuit and lifelong career!”

“The gold medal for quasi-death…hahahaha…”

All the brothers laughed together.

"Boss, life and death patrol, not enough people have been killed."

Mo Ganyun smiled and said, "Actually... those who call this Guardian Medal a gold medal of quasi-death... even if they have not committed any crime, I still want to kill them!"

He said this with a smile.

However, the voice was extremely cold.

And he said it with gritted teeth.

In response, Fang Che could only remain silent.

He wants to kill too!

But those people really can't be killed... What crime? They didn't do anything, they just said something that was a death sentence.

They don’t even understand what this sign means, and you killed them?
This is obviously impossible.

But for the guardian, hearing these four words really makes his heart chilled!
For generations, we have been in the extremely cold and extreme places, protecting the safety of this continent. Many generations of our family have shed their blood on the battlefield, and some people have never even enjoyed a single day of prosperity in their entire lives...

How could they be insulted by the very people from the mainland that they were protecting?
A gold medal for quasi-death?

"There are many people in mainland China... There are many human hearts, and there are many dark sides to human nature..."

Fang Che could only smile and say, "Why would a dragon or a phoenix flying in the sky care about a word from an ant?"

"But I may die fighting for them one day."

Don't dare to say that you are unwilling.

"No, even if you die in battle one day, it will be for our family, the people we care about!"

Fang Che smiled and said, "As for those who are talking about the gold medal of certain death... they don't deserve it! Even if they burn a stick of incense for us after we die... the incense is smelly. Heroic spirits will not accept it!"

"Hahahaha... that's a relief."

Fang Che said, "But now that we are all guardians, and there is a possibility that we will go our separate ways in three days... So, we don't have much time, let's seize the time and learn from each other."

He grinned: "All seven of you, come at me together! I'm telling you in advance that I won't hold back. The people you will face in the future may not be as cruel as I am now!"

"it is good!"

All seven of them knew that this was the last special training before separation!

Suddenly I became interested.

He took the card off his chest and put it aside with care.

Seven people roared and rushed up at the same time.

……

Fang Che drank a cup of tea.

Waiting for news from Yan Beihan.

While waiting to meet Yan Beihan, Mo Ganyun and seven others were attacked madly by him twelve times!
This time, it's really aimed at the fatal point!
One punch can knock him out!
Wake up and fight again. If the problem still persists, knock him out with one punch again.

If they still don’t change after the third time, I will beat them mercilessly with fists and kicks, not allowing them to faint, and will keep beating them until they are almost dead!
All seven of them used every possible weapon, life-saving trick, and means of making money, and the opposing leader was equally ruthless.

But... the flaw in his moves was severely hit by Fang Che.

Even if there is no flaw, you must create one to attack.

Before noon, he had already lain down twelve times.

"Remember how you lie down every time! If you go to the secret realm, you will most likely die because of this!"

Fang Che held the teacup and looked at the seven people lying on the ground.

"In these three days, I will find out the causes of your deaths, and then you will find ways to make up for it!"

"If you can't make up for it, you have to put something in the corresponding place that can resist the attack and save your life!"

"I have to say, I am a little disappointed with your progress during this period!"

Fang Che spoke with great regret.

Seven people were lying on the ground with their heads hung.

They felt that their combat experience had already been enriched to a certain extent.

But Boss Fang’s combat experience…how did he do it so instinctively?

What kind of intensive life-and-death battles would it take to achieve this?

"The same fighting style... the same kind of people who integrate all fighting and killing into instinct. I have only seen this in my grandfathers."

Feng Xiangdong sighed: "Boss Fang, how did you do it?"

Song in the Rain asked, "Are you talking about Feng Dao, Feng Shuang, Feng Wang, Feng Di and other grandfathers and great grandfathers?"

The wind nodded eastward.

He laughed and said, "Boss Fang, you don't know that every generation of our three major families, Fengyuxue, has reserved their own domineering names, which are not allowed to be used by ordinary children!"

"Only after you stand out in the family can you be qualified to be called by that name."

"Some names, if a family cannot meet the requirements for one generation, will be sealed and will not be used casually."

"Like Wo Feng Xiang Dong, Xue Wan Ren, and Yu Zhong Ge, the three of us are actually considered top names among our peers in the family, but we are not worthy of being honored."

Fang Che said: "No wonder you are so useless, it turns out you can't even get a good name."

"There are still several names in our Feng family. I have my eyes on one of them and I am ready to fight for it."

The wind is eastward.

"what name?"

"Wind Saint!"

Yu Zhongge laughed: "You really dare to think so... Feng Xiangdong, if you can get the Wind Saint, I will get the Rain God."

Xue Wanren said dejectedly: "Should I go and fight for Xue Di? I don't even dare to think about it..."

Dong Yunyu said: "Our Dong family also has a name, which I have always wanted."

Everyone asked in unison: "What's the name?"

"East Sword!"

Dong Yunyu said longingly: "I have liked this name for a long time."

Everyone was silent.

After a long while, Fang Che said leisurely: "I guess this name... you don't have to fight for it, it will come to you naturally."

Everyone nodded together.

What Boss Fang said makes a lot of sense.

"It's almost time to rest. Take some medicine and recover. Let's do it a few more times!"

After Fang Che had beaten Yu Zhongge and others eight times again, news of Yan Beihan came.

"Night Demon, where are you?"

Fang Che immediately gathered everyone together: "Hurry up, take the pills, come again, I'm going out to do something."

The seven people who had been beaten to the point of not even looking like human beings could not even cry: "Boss Fang, you go now..."

"No!"

Fang Che's eyes lit up: "Hurry up!"

After giving the seven people, who had already been ravaged beyond recognition, another good beating,

Fang Che walked away: "We'll continue in the afternoon!"

Seven people lay on the ground, unable to cry.

"Brother... we can't go on..."

Feng Xiangdong even cried: "...Now I just want to go to the secret realm and fight for my life..."

One sentence expressed everyone's thoughts.

The others nodded repeatedly.

I really would rather fight to the death than be ravaged by Boss Fang again...

"I was beaten twenty times in one morning!"

Mo Ganyun asked the heavens speechlessly...

"Lingchi is more painful than this..."

Singing in the Rain.

"In three more days, I will be truly free from this sea of ​​suffering!"

Dong Yunyu said with longing.

"Two and a half days left..."

Qiu Yunshang was limp all over, staring at the sky with lifeless eyes.

Ye Meng kindly reminded: "We should also practice more in the next few nights."

"Ah!!" seven people screamed at the same time.

……

Fang Che transformed into the Night Demon again and came to Yanhui Tower.

This time, there were only Yan Beihan and Aunt Hong.

Yan Beihan took out three plans, which were plans for the next secluded mountain gate.

Yan Beihan prepared three goals.

They are Futu Mountain Gate, Huanmeng Mountain Gate, and Xiaoyao Mountain Gate.

"Ye Mo, look at these three pieces of information. Which one is best to target?"

Yan Beihan asked humbly.

"What does Lord Yan mean?"

"I mean to target Futu Mountain Gate."

Yan Beihan said: "Although these three major sects are on par with each other, their strengths vary. Futu Sect is the weakest among them."

Fang Che carefully read the information about the three mountain gates.

It is true that Futu Mountain Gate is a little weaker, and its strength is comparable to that of Hanjian Mountain Gate back then.

But after looking at the three mountain gates, they frowned.

"If I were to do it, I would attack the Huanmeng Mountain Gate first."

Fang Che proposed a direction that Yan Beihan could not have thought of.

Because Huanmeng Mountain Sect is the strongest among the three.

"But what we said at the beginning was, pick the weak ones and squeeze them."

Yan Beihan was a little puzzled: "And now Feng Yun's people have clearly stated that they will not hinder us, but why did you and I choose the strongest one?"

This is inconsistent with the established policy of 'picking on the weak'.

Fang Che smiled bitterly: "Master Yan, I'm afraid you misunderstood what I meant. I meant to pick the best one, the one that is most likely to succeed...not the one with the weakest strength."

"Although Futu Mountain Gate has made a lot of preparations and has enough undercover agents inside, and they also hold a certain amount of authority, Lord Yan, please look here: Futu Mountain Gate is jointly governed by the head of the sect and the elders who serve as worshippers."

"And these elders are the masters and ancestors of the sect leader."

"In other words, the relationship here is unbreakable. And our people seem to have the power, but there is no one among these high-level worship elders."

"From this point of view, the power held by our people can basically be vetoed or even taken away by just one word from others."

"And the purpose of Futu Mountain Gate is here: This sword reaches the sky, it would rather break than bend; it cuts off the floating life and slaughters the heavens!"

"So the people of Futu Mountain Gate are basically like this. They have sharp swords and are fearless. Even among the lower-level disciples, there are too many who would rather die than surrender!"

"So I don't recommend choosing Futu Mountain Gate. If you choose Futu Mountain Gate, even if you achieve your goal in the end, it will be a tragic victory. It is to be expected that it will be extremely tragic."

Fang Che said: "Xiaoyao Mountain Gate is in line with their concept of freedom. They just want to live a carefree life and have no intention of joining the Guardians or the Self-Orthodox Church. They only pursue freedom and freedom, no matter where, it will affect their freedom... Therefore, the people of Xiaoyao Mountain Gate are the most carefree and don't care about anything; but they care about freedom the most."

"Once something affects their freedom, they would rather abandon everything and fight to the death to defend what they care about most."

"So neither of these two mountain gates is the best choice."

Fang Che paused, pointed at the plan of Huanmeng Mountain Gate and said: "And this Huanmeng Mountain Gate... judging from the name, it is easy to affect control, and the dream... is like a fantasy."

"Of course, we can't infer it from the name of the mountain gate, but looking at the introduction, it is very clear: Huanmeng Mountain Gate has never participated in any battles. The other several families have more or less helped the guardians fight, but Huanmeng Mountain Gate has never done so."

"What does this mean? It means that firstly, they don't want to offend our Solitary Orthodoxy. Secondly, they may not have a good impression of the Guardians, but they may not have a bad impression of our Solitary Orthodoxy."

"They even have the greatest illusions about our Sovereign Orthodoxy: they never take part in the fight, which is proof of that! Because no matter which side wins, they can use the same reason: we have always been absolutely neutral, so what if we remain neutral?"

"We have never offended you."

Fang Che said, "Master Yan, did you sense anything from my speculation?"

Yan Beihan pondered, "Are they afraid of the Guardians, or are they afraid of our Solitary Orthodoxy?"

"Yes, they are cowardly!"

Fang Che said calmly: "At least, the person who made the decision to open Huanmeng Mountain Gate is timid, hesitant, and cowardly."

“So I boldly speculate that as long as we find this person, the Dream Mountain Gate can basically be over.”

Fang Che said: "And this person is not difficult to find! Considering the long life span of advanced warriors, this person is most likely the ancestor of Huanmeng Mountain Sect."

"And the people of Huanmeng Mountain Gate, under the influence of such an old ancestor... have a weaker will to fight to the death."

"so……"

Fang Che smiled and said, "That's all I thought of."

Yan Beihan's eyes were bright: "Not bad!"

She stood up and paced back and forth: "Yes, from this direction, Huanmeng Mountain Gate is indeed the easiest to attack."

She sighed and said, "Before, someone suggested that it would be best to attack Huanmeng Mountain Gate first, but her direction was different from yours, so... she didn't accept it."

"But what I said is based on inferences. Whether this is actually the case or not requires a lot of investigation before we can make a conclusion."

Fang Che reminded.

"clear."

Yan Beihan certainly wouldn't act blindly.

"Who was the person who proposed to attack the Huanmeng Mountain Gate before? What was the reason?" Fang Che asked curiously.

"It's Zhou Meir, the manager talent I discovered this time."

Yan Beihan said, "Her reason is that there are many factions within Huanmeng Mountain Gate, and according to investigations, there are many... conflicts between men and women. There are too many talented disciples, but there are only three relatively outstanding female disciples, whether in appearance, figure, or temperament. Therefore, they fight fiercely for this, including their previous generation and the previous generation... So they proposed to start from this aspect."

Zhou Meir!
A gentle face appeared in Fang Che's mind.

Sad and confused eyes.

It was as if I could smell the aroma of wine again. The nine glasses of wine seemed to still have a lingering fragrance in my mouth.

Thinking of Zhou Meir's fate of marriage, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart and said, "This Zhou Meir is a talent. This is also very important. Because a man can do anything for a woman's jealousy. If it is used properly, this is an important means to break through and fight for it!"

"I didn't expect this. Lord Yan's subordinates are indeed full of talented people."

Yan Beihan also laughed and said, "Yes, Zhou Meir is indeed good. Her thoughts are very detailed and thorough. She is just a little cold and not very lively. But sometimes, when discussing issues, she is very profound. Moreover, she often proposes ideas from directions that others can't think of, and she is very decisive."

Fang Che stopped talking.

It is enough to say a good word for Zhou Meir.

To say more would be a bit deliberate.

But it must be said that after he said this, Yan Beihan valued Zhou Meir even more.

I couldn't help but think about what to do after returning.

The talk was almost over, the serious business had been discussed, but Yan Beihan was still not satisfied.

He smiled and said, "Ye Mo, when you saw me, Senior Bing, Chen Xue and others yesterday, did you notice anything different?"

"different?"

Fang Che was a little confused.

"What's... different?" He really didn't see anything.

"Don't you see how different we are from before?"

Yan Beihan widened his eyes.

"No." Fang Che nodded honestly, his eyes clear and stupid.

"..."

Yan Beihan gritted his teeth and said, "I have already given them all the Tianyan Pills. Didn't you see that?"

Fang Che asked humbly, "Master Yan, this... where can I see this?"

Yan Beihan's excited little face drooped.

He said with little interest: "Use your eyes to see."

"..."

Fang Che's eyes widened in confusion.

"..."

Yan Beihan rubbed his face with his tender white hands, feeling a little powerless.

Before taking it, after taking it, and after a period of digestion and nourishment... the changes are almost earth-shaking... You... what are your eyes for?

Yan Beihan really wanted to grab Fang Che by the collar and ask him: You are so meticulous and your analysis of the problem is very logical.

But when faced with a girl's complete transformation, you can't see anything?
Haven't you noticed that the complexion on your face is more mellow and delicate? The skin is tighter? The hair is more youthful, and even the eyes are always black and white? The traces of sword and knife training on your hands are gone?
That kind of martial arts-like look has also completely disappeared?
The whole person looks more crystal clear, more beautiful, and more youthful...

Can't you see?
Are you blind?
Poor Fang Che stared with his stupid and clear eyes, and finally said something against his will: "It seems... it seems... it's more beautiful..."

Yan Beihan Feng's eyes were filled with evil, and he asked through gritted teeth: "Where is more beautiful?"

Fang Che scratched his head, blinked, squeezed his eyes hard, and said, "It seems so... Anyway..."

Finally he said dejectedly: "I can't see..."

"Ha ha……"

Yan Bei smiled coldly: "Ye Mo, your eyes..."

She took out a bottle of pills from her space ring and slammed it onto the table: "This is for you! Take it and it will improve your eyesight."

Fang Che's face twisted.

It turned out to be a bottle of the lowest-grade eyesight-improving pill.

He swallowed his anger and said, "Thank you, Lord Yan, for the reward."

"eat more!"

Yan Beihan slapped out another row and said angrily, "Eat it as a meal!"

"……All right."

Fang Cheyan put away the eye-clearing pill with his head tilted.

"What is your current level of cultivation?" Yan Beihan asked, "Have you reached the Saint level?"

"No... I'm now at level 4 of the Venerable, almost at the peak."

Fang Che said.

"too slow!"

Yan Beihan took out a bunch of resources and said, "Use them."

"Thank you, Master Yan."

"Do you have any more divine metal nourishment?"

"Not much. It can probably last another month. I use it very sparingly." Fang Che said.

In fact, according to his usage, it can last for more than a year.

"I'll give you another six thousand pounds."

Yan Beihan once again slapped out a large bucket on the floor.

Fang Che was overjoyed: "Thank you, Master Yan!"

Put it away quickly.

"Don't be stingy, don't be frugal. Just soak them in it!" Yan Beihan taught: "Eat as much as you can, and I'll give you more if you run out!"

"But I will probably have a new mission soon... I probably won't be able to see you for a long time, Master Yan."

Fang Che lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing.

"Then I'll give you another 4,000 kilograms, making a total of 10,000

Yan Beihan took another bunch of photos.

"Thank you, Lord Yan! Lord Yan is truly my greatest benefactor!"

Fang Che's mouth was crooked with joy.

Yan Beihan smiled reservedly and said expectantly: "Ye Mo, let me ask you, among all the women you have seen, who is the most beautiful?"

(End of this chapter)