Senior brother, stop it, you are the villain!

People with high luck are innately connected to each other.

Just like in Taiwei Sect, almost all the people with high luck gathered in the three branches. Just like Feng Shao could meet Lin Xiaoran and that little girl when he walked on the street. Just like when Ye Chen saw the little girl at this time, , and couldn't help but pay attention to her.

Feng Shao's luck is not particularly high, but it can be regarded as a level that is unique among a hundred. Although he feels that his template seems to be closer to that of a villain, this is not a contradiction, because even villains have high luck.

If you are not lucky enough, you are not qualified to be a villain. You can only be a passerby or cannon fodder.

Although Ye Chen had an inexplicable interest in the little girl, he didn't think much about it. However, judging from the Qi training booklet held by the opponent, it should have been issued by Taiwei Sect. Although Ye Chen has never seen it, he heard Han Biyun mention it. After all, except for Taiwei Sect, he had never heard of any sect doing such a thing.

Afterwards, Deng Ying took Ye Chen to wander around Linglong Pavilion.

Although Deng Ying's father is not the boss of Linglong Pavilion, he is also the steward of Linglong Pavilion in Liyang City, and his status here is considered very high. As his daughter, Deng Ying was also proud of Yourong. While taking Ye Chen to visit the various collections of Linglong Pavilion, she said proudly: "Only our Linglong Pavilion in the entire upper domain can get many things. Other chambers of commerce can't get them." If you want it, you have to buy it from us!”

Ye Chen smiled and nodded without answering. This girl is good at everything, she's silly, innocent, and pretty. The only thing that makes her a little unbearable is that she's too nagging.

But this was their territory after all, so Ye Chen couldn't say much, so he could only smile and say nothing.

He also wants to capture Deng Ying so that he can gain access to Linglong Pavilion!

It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at the Treasure Pavilion, which was dedicated to collecting magic weapons. After Ye Chen followed Deng Ying around for a while, his eyes stopped on one of the magic weapons and couldn't move away.

That magic weapon is Ye Chen's "Red Dragon Sword".

Ye Chen hid his surprise in his eyes and smiled at Deng Ying: "Miss Deng, where did you get your magic weapons?"

Deng Ying shrugged: "I don't know about this. I heard that some were customized from Shen Weapang, some were found in secret realms, some were recast with broken blades from acquired soldiers, and many were pawned by others. Or sold directly here.”

Ye Chen couldn't help but have a flash of anger in his eyes, but he still tried to keep his tone calm: "So, Linglong Pavilion also accepts the sale of weapons from others?"

"Not only weapons, but anything that can prove to be valuable, we at Linglong Pavilion will buy it. Of course, we will also sell it. We just make a profit when we go in and out."

Ye Chen was silent.

Obviously, the "Red Dragon Sword" placed here was sold by Feng Shao to Linglong Pavilion. No wonder Master and Senior Sister couldn't get the sword back. It turned out that Feng Shao had taken it and sold it for money.

This is really unreasonable!

Ye Chen could hardly suppress the anger in his heart, and his whole body was trembling involuntarily. He glanced at Deng Ying and suddenly said: "Miss Deng, where did that knife come from? It looks a bit like what I saw in an ancient book."

"Which knife?" Deng Ying subconsciously looked in the direction Ye Chen pointed.

While Deng Ying looked away, Ye Chen immediately and quietly put the "Red Dragon Sword" into his storage ring, and then said, "It's that bronze sword."

Deng Ying was completely unaware of Ye Chen's little moves and explained to Ye Chen enthusiastically. On the surface, Ye Chen listened very seriously, but in his heart he was so excited that he almost jumped.

It really takes no effort at all!

After walking around with Deng Ying for a while, Ye Chen found an excuse to leave. Deng Ying couldn't keep anyone around anymore, so she reluctantly sent Ye Chen out of the door, and asked Ye Chen to come and play more when he was free in the future.

Ye Chen responded with a smile, and then left in a hurry.

Deng Ying watched Ye Chen's back disappear at the end of the street, and then walked back to Linglong Pavilion. Although it was only their first meeting, Deng Ying inexplicably developed a strong liking for Ye Chen, and even she herself couldn't explain why.

As soon as she entered the inner hall, Deng Ying saw her father walking over anxiously. As soon as he saw Deng Ying, the shopkeeper grabbed her and asked eagerly: "A Ying, did you see anyone entering the Tibetan Army Pavilion just now?"

Deng Ying's heart suddenly thumped, and she quickly asked: "Dad, what happened?"

The shopkeeper paused and sighed: "Alas! The sword that my uncle left here for us is missing!"

"Sword? What sword?" Deng Ying asked curiously.

"A red sword, three feet and three inches long and two fingers wide... What? Have you seen it before?" the shopkeeper asked quickly.

Deng Ying thought for a while and said, "When I went in to look just now, I saw the sword coming. Why did it disappear so quickly?"

"Where did you see it?"

"It's on the left in the middle of the fourth row of shelves in the Cangbing Pavilion." Deng Ying said with certainty.

The shopkeeper shook his head: "I remember putting it there, but now the sword is no longer there!"

"How is this possible?" Deng Ying suddenly thought of a possibility, but she was unwilling to believe it. "Could it be that the little girl and Xiaobao took it out to play?"

"A sword weighs at least ten kilograms. How can a child of that age be able to hold it?" The shopkeeper shook his head again.

Deng Ying still didn't want to believe that the young man who had made her so fond of him just now could actually be a thief!

Seeing Deng Ying's distracted look, the shopkeeper suddenly became suspicious and couldn't help but ask: "A Ying, could it be that you took that sword away?"

"Of course not!" Deng Ying shook her head quickly, "Why should I use a sword? I don't use a sword!"

The shopkeeper looked at her suspiciously: "If you took it, put it back quickly. No one will know about it."

"I said I didn't take it, can you stop suspecting me?" Deng Ying suddenly became angry, waved her hand and ran away. As the shopkeeper looked at her back, he became more and more certain that even if she didn't hold the sword, it probably had something to do with her!

Deng Ying ran all the way back to her room and threw herself on her bed, feeling extremely upset. She was furious at the thought that someone she trusted so much would steal something while she was showing him around.

She couldn't help but punched the pillow repeatedly and said through gritted teeth: "You damn thief! Despicable villain! It's a shame that I still treat you as a good person! Go to hell! Go to hell! Don't let me meet you again. ! Otherwise I have to make you look good!"

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The dispute between Qingyangzi and Qin Zhao is unknown to outsiders. Feng Shao was busy training his junior brothers and sisters and had no time to pay attention to this. Not to mention that he didn't know, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't be too lazy to waste energy on such things.

In his opinion, it was really low-level to consider that kind of thing. His goal is not to antagonize the Son of Luck, nor to steal the limelight from his master, but to turn the three holy places in the Upper Realm into four.

And this is only Feng Shao's first goal. As for the more ambitious goals, because they are too far away, there is only one idea for the time being, and it is far from time to consider those.

After five days of training, good news came from the Alchemy Pavilion.

The ten fire-preventing pills that Feng Shao needed have been successfully refined.

Looking at the red and steaming elixir in his hand, Feng Shao asked Elder Zhu: "Old Zhu, how effective is this elixir?"

Elder Zhu picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of the wine, and said angrily: "It has the standard eight-step effect! There is no spiritual fire that can be used, it all relies on the support of my elixir fire. If you can refine it like this, you can be satisfied!" "

"Eighty percent? That's not bad." Feng Shao nodded and put the elixir away.

"Little Feng, let me ask you one last time, do you really want to go to Bi Fangyuan?" Elder Zhu couldn't help but ask before Feng Shao left.

Feng Shao said categorically: "We must go this time! Old Zhu also knows how much spiritual fire means to the sect. It is not only needed in your alchemy pavilion, but also in the foundry, and it is also needed to build a training tower. !”

Elder Zhu sighed: "Okay, okay, since you are determined, I can only wish you good luck! But before you set off, I have to remind you. You can't get the spiritual fire. It doesn’t matter, but don’t risk your life there!”

Feng Shao smiled and said: "Don't worry, Lao Zhu! If I don't finish what I promised you, I won't be able to survive even if I die!"

"Bah, bah, bah! You kid said some bad words! Get out of here!" Elder Zhu shouted angrily.

Feng Shao laughed "haha" and turned to leave.

On the same day, Feng Shao told everyone to prepare rations for at least seven days and gather at the mountain gate at 3:30 the next day. The disciples had long been accustomed to Feng Shao's behavior, and after responding, they all went back to prepare.

At dawn the next day, everyone gathered in front of the mountain gate. Feng Shao first distributed the fire-preventing pill to everyone, and then said: "This pill is called fire-preventing pill. It can protect you from being burned by fire in a short period of time. Everyone, keep it safe and don't lose it. I'm here There’s nothing extra.”

"Senior Brother Shengzi, where are we going?" Cao Guang asked curiously.

Feng Shao smiled slightly and said, "Bi Fangyuan!"