Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

After finishing speaking, Brother Young Master shrugged helplessly.

At this moment, everyone felt a red light flash before their eyes, and then saw a shocking scene.

Fang Mo grabbed Young Master Brother's throat with one hand, and lifted it directly.

"Ho ho..."

The son's face turned red, and he looked at Fang Mo with horror in his eyes, and he no longer had the chic look just now.

Even though he was at the same level of cultivation, he had no power to fight back in front of this man, and he could even be said to crush himself directly!

Is he a monster on the first peak?

Damn it, why did my cheap mouth provoke such a monster!

Brother Gongzi's eyes suddenly became frightened, and he felt the palm on his neck tightening a little bit.

"The law enforcement disciples are here!"

Someone yelled, and the surroundings began to commotion, the crowd automatically gave way to a passage, and the law enforcement disciples holding prisoner locks came slowly.

Many people around have gloating faces, and many people are whispering.

"Who is this guy, why is he so fierce?"

"Whoever he is, now that the law enforcement disciples are here, no matter how fierce he is, he will have to kneel."

"That's right, no matter how fierce a person enters the Hall of Law Enforcement, he will have to peel off his skin if he doesn't die."

"Tsk tsk, then when he is captured, the beauty next to him will be...hehe..."

Seeing the appearance of law enforcement disciples, many people around started thinking about Wan'er again.

Seeing the law enforcement disciples approaching, Fang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

The law enforcement disciple walked up to Fang Mo, cupped his hands and said, "Junior Brother Fang, please be merciful."

"hiss…"

There was a sound of breathing all around.

The onlookers all showed disbelief, this tone, this action, is this still the law enforcement disciple in my impression?

Usually these law enforcement disciples are fierce and domineering, how could they be in their current tone.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Zhou."

Fang Mo nodded slightly, the law enforcement disciple in front of him was Zhou Jian.

But Fang Mo still didn't let go of that young master.

Chapter 49

"Senior Brother Zhou, they provoked me for no reason, I just taught them a lesson."

Fang Mo said lightly.

Zhou Jian took a hard look at the young master.

This idiot, it's not good to provoke anyone, but this evil star.

"Junior Brother Fang, if you kill him in front of so many people in the sect, I'm afraid Elder Pei will have a hard time explaining it."

Zhou Jian said in a low voice.

Fang Mo listened, pondered for a moment, and let go of his hand.

The son-in-law was panting heavily, showing the expression of the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

"Remember, don't meddle in your own business if you have nothing to do, otherwise you will die."

Fang Mo whispered in Brother Young Master's ear.

After finishing speaking, Fang Mo took Wan'er's hand and walked into the side hall without looking back.

Watching Fang Mo go away, Zhou Jian glared at the young master viciously, turned and left without looking at the blinded two people on the ground.

The surrounding disciples exploded in an instant.

"Who is that person? Even the disciples of the Hall of Law Enforcement are so polite to him?"

"I don't know which peak's fierce man it is."

"It seems to be an unprovoked existence. Fortunately, I was not impulsive just now."

"Even Young Master Yu from the second peak has no resistance in his hands, that man is not simple..."

Brother Gongzi heard that someone recognized him, his face flushed, he turned and left in a hurry.

...

There was a small episode, Fang Mo took Wan'er back to the cave without any danger.

As soon as she entered the cave, Wan'er sniffed Qiong's nose slightly, her gray eyes revealed a strange color, and then went straight to the ear chamber.

Entering the ear chamber, Wan'er stared straight at the two blood-red pills condensed above the magic circle with bright eyes.

"return!"

Fang Mo let out a low snort.

When Wan'er heard Fang Mo's voice, she abruptly stopped her figure, and stood pretty in place, turning her head to look at Fang Mo with some doubts.

Fang Mo then walked in, pointed at the two blood essence pills and shook his head slightly at Wan'er.

Wan'er seemed to understand what Fang Mo meant, and stood obediently aside, her pitiful appearance made one feel pity.

Fang Mo ignored Wan'er, he raised his hand and put the two blood pills in the air into the storage ring, then turned to look at the two people on the wall.

The man in black had already bled dry and turned into a mummy.

Shi Yao next to him looked haggard and dying.

Sensing someone coming in, Shi Yao opened his eyes with difficulty. When he saw Wan'er in white beside Fang Mo, his cloudy eyes flashed with shock.

"You... you actually subdued this... this strange corpse!"

There was a hint of jealousy in Shi Yao's weak voice.

"Yes, I have to say that I have to thank you, I like this corpse very much."

Fang Mo gently caressed Wan'er's beautiful cheeks and delicate skin, which felt slightly cool to the touch.

"…Ha ha."

Shi Yao smiled silently.

"Aren't you begging me to let you go?"

Fang Mo said lightly.

Shi Yao said slowly: "You definitely...wouldn't let me go, this...I know...very well."

"It's just that I shouldn't have provoked you in the first place... No... But, Fang Mo, Pei... Elder Pei's disciple... is not so easy to be, haha...ha"

Fang Mo's eyes turned cold, "What do you know!"

Shi Yao's words made his somewhat relaxed heart tense up again.

Shi Yao closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Fang Mo looked at Shi Yao with a gloomy expression, and said in a low voice, "If you tell me, I can let you go."

Shi Yao remained unmoved.

"Since you want to die, I will fulfill you."

Fang Mo slapped directly, and Shi Yao instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Looking at the blood mist in front of him, Fang Mo's pupils shrank slightly.

It seems that his previous premonition was correct, Pei Kun accepted him as a disciple for more than pure purpose.

Fang Mo also knew that he couldn't change anything now.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed down.Then he turned around and walked towards the side ear chamber, where the bloody egg was still shining red.

Fang Mo put his hand on it, and there was a burst of joy in the blood egg. After feeding the blood egg some blood, he withdrew from the ear chamber.

And Wan'er followed Fang Mo step by step, like a follower.

Fang Mo took out the storage ring from the dark man. He looked at the storage ring in his hand with anticipation in his eyes.

After erasing the restriction on the ring, consciousness penetrated into it, and the space inside was similar to his storage ring.

In addition to Yuanshi and Lingyuan Dan, there are some messy array flags inside, but Fang Mo doesn't know how to array.

Suddenly, a gray and white longbow in the corner caught his attention.

His heart moved, and the gray-white longbow appeared in his hand in the next second.

A cold and murderous breath came over his face.

The bow is slender and off-white, with the appearance of an unknown ghost depicted on it.

Fang Mo wanted to inject Yuanli into the bow, but was blocked by an invisible force.

"Hey, there is a spiritual imprint!"

A flash of surprise flashed in Fang Mo's eyes. As far as he knew, only Xuan-level artifacts could have spiritual imprints.

"Everyone is dead, and a mere mental imprint dares to stop me."

Fang Mo snorted softly, then wrapped his palm with Yuanli, and directly forcibly erased the spiritual imprint of the dark man on it.

Then he refined the bow and carved his spiritual imprint on it.

The information about the gray and white longbow also appeared in his mind.

"Haha, Bone Soul Chaser Bow! It really is a mysterious element!"

Fang Mo looked at the bone chasing soul bow in his hand with a look of joy, which was a low-grade elemental weapon of the mysterious rank.

This bow can lock the target, and then gather the arrows with Yuanli, and shoot them with full force, the arrows will automatically track and kill the target.

"It seems that the white streamer on the mountain of corpses was shot from this bow."