Chapter 390: The Temple Is Small but the Demons Are Strong
What Fang Yuedong, Fang Yueze, Fang Anran and others thought was not without reason.
But Fang Yang was not a fool.
In order to get through the Star Dream, he did not act carelessly or self-righteously.
On the contrary, he still maintained a cautious attitude.
So, he naturally knew that he could not really put the Sky-Swallowing Bird in his hands.
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The hunting trip in the cave gradually came to an end.
The Fang clan masters gradually left the cave and returned to their base.
The Fang clan elders, led by the great clan elders, returned to the ancestral hall to conspire to select who would participate in the Hundred Meridians Martial Arts Competition.
"It seems that my time is a bit tight." Fang Yang's eyes were calm.
As soon as the meeting ended, he decisively performed the secret method, and he looked like a golden divine bird, flying across the sky and returning to his residence.
Behind him, Fang Yuedong and others were watching him silently.
The emotions of several people were different.
In fact, it is a very normal thing for the tribesmen who are wandering outside to find their roots and return to their tribe.
Facing Fang Yuesheng's return, Fang Yuedong and others did not care too much at first.
Until a group of saints and ancestors thought that Fang Yuesheng could take on the great responsibility.
So, they gradually became anxious.
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The divine light fell between the white clouds, and the white clouds rippled slowly, supporting one palace after another that looked like a fairy palace.
With a whoosh, Fang Yang's figure was like lightning, rushing straight into his palace in the cloud.
Inside the palace, the vitality was lively and the fragrance of spiritual herbs was dense.
Fang Yang just took a breath, and he felt his soul shaken and his whole body was refreshed.
"Move, move."
Fang Yang's footsteps were swift, and he quickly came to the weapon refining room.
He was actually not good at refining weapons, but was good at refining pills and talismans.
But refining weapons was nothing to him.
After all, refining weapons, refining pills, refining talismans, etc., all belong to the refining school.
However, if you want to become a Taoist practitioner, you must be close to the Tao.
In short, Fang Yang now controls the laws of nature.
"Boom!"
Fang Yang found black dragon gold, blue phoenix iron stone and other divine golds and poured them on the body of the Sky-Swallowing Bird.
He wanted to use this beast as the main material to cast a special Yuanqi to commemorate the elder of the clan who shot this beast.
Two days and two nights later.
In the weapon refining room, a Sky-Swallowing Bird that had shrunk countless times was floating in the void, and layers of dim light were rippling on its body.
The dim light spread and illuminated Fang Yang's handsome face.
The righteous way has its own rules, and the evil way has its own ways of playing.
But whether it is the incarnation of Fang Nian or Fang Yuesheng, he will not have any special emotions.
After all, it is useful.
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In the Fang family ancestral hall, incense is curling and the god tablet is hanging high.
At this moment, the elder of the clan was communicating and chatting with a group of elders.
The most important thing was to make a choice between Fang Yuedong, Fang Yueze and Fang Anran.
After all, each family and each lineage can only produce one Dao Seed.
This is the clan rule set by the Holy Lord Yu Lei, which cannot be shaken.
No matter how powerful each lineage and family is, it is useless.
"Yue Sheng, what are you doing?"
The elder of the clan looked a little surprised, and his old eyes blinked again and again.
The other elders were also very surprised and cast their eyes.
After all, no matter how they thought, they would never have thought that "Fang Yue Sheng" would have such explosive action ability.
Moreover, from their point of view, the Swallowing Sky Bird Yuanqi at the moment was quite extraordinary.
"Alas~"
The elder of the clan shook his head and chuckled: "I know what you mean. Since you want to fight, then go boldly."
Huh!
Everyone looked up and their eyes shuttled back and forth.
Whispering gradually rose, and it became more and more dense.
In this case, doesn't it mean that Fang Yuesheng really got the endorsement of the elders of the clan?
In other words, Fang Yuesheng got what he wanted and got a fair chance to compete and participate in the Hundred Veins Martial Arts Competition?
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"The layers of rules that constrain the competition form an airtight network."
Fang Yang lowered his eyes and thought: "So it seems that in reality, the weakening of the Fang family is actually beneficial to my free flight?"
After a moment, he shook his head and nodded.
He shook his head because he knew how low the status of the weakened Fang family was within the Changkong clan.
Apart from anything else, at the beginning, he was extremely short of resources, so he wanted to hook up with Chen Ying and planned to use Chen Ying to strengthen himself.
Of course, in the end, he and Chen Ying drifted apart.
In general, if he was in the situation of Sen Yue and Sen Wei, it would be the most enjoyable.
After all, whether in the past life or this life, the tradition of competing with fathers is indispensable.
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As for the nod, it was because Fang Yang had already shown enough ability before, and even had the potential to approach the realm of the young great sage.
As a result, all the elders of the Fang family still had to follow the so-called unspoken rules and ignore his existence.
All these things were like invisible chains of order, firmly attached to Fang Yang.
Fang Yang could only fly again after breaking them one by one.
Fortunately, he got what he wanted and got a fair chance to compete and participate in the Hundred Meridians Martial Arts Competition.
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While Fang Yang was performing a "the king is wise and I am wise" drama with the elders in the ancestral hall, Fang Yuedong and others who were standing by had different expressions.
Fang Yuedong's eyes flickered with golden light, like a snake sticking out its tongue, swallowing and spitting out unclearly.
Fang Yuedong's face was gloomy: "Wild people are wild people, and they actually use such means!"
"Fang Yuesheng." Fang Anran's eyes were complicated, and his breath was as fragrant as orchid: "I underestimated him."
In fact, they all knew Fang Yuesheng's life experience.
Fang Yuesheng was in that remote ancient city. He could protect his king and pity his family. He was really good at dealing with people.
But such a skilled person in dealing with people is really suitable for participating in the Baimai Martial Arts Competition?
It would be better to be promoted to the Logistics Hall, find another way, and look for the opportunity to become a saint.
Fang Yueze had a blank expression: "He is really good at dealing with people. But with his background, he may not be able to fight and kill. I hope he can return safely."
The other two heard the words, and the corners of their mouths slightly raised, with a subtle smile on their faces.
They admitted that "Fang Yuesheng" was indeed extraordinary. He was one step ahead of them in the hunting trip and shot the Sky-Swallowing Bird.
But fierce beasts and practitioners are extremely different.
Especially when fighting with other great surnames, there are many considerations.
If "Fang Yuesheng" can really reach the top smoothly, then they will naturally surrender.
But if "Fang Yuesheng" loses, don't blame them for trampling him to death.
At this moment, they silently looked at the back of "Fang Yuesheng" leaving, with deep eyes.
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"The temple is small, the wind is strong, and the water is shallow, there are many turtles."
"I can easily shoot the Sky-Swallowing Bird, but you still don't want to believe that my strength is far above yours?"
Fang Yang glanced at the back.
It can only be said that Fang Anran and others' prejudice against "Fang Yuesheng" is really deep-rooted.
Why is the wild way from a small town not as good as the practitioners of the ancestral land?