Girl, let me check it out.

What's more, the two of them don't always stay in Changming City.

The number of sixth-turn cultivators in the power center of the Great Zhou is so rare. Fang Weihan doesn't think that the number in the Fire Worshiping Cult can be much more than here.

Specially invite a sixth-rank monk to take a huge risk to assassinate him? Fang Weihan felt that this was not realistic.

And if the range is fixed below the sixth level... then I can find quite a lot of external aid.

So finding the right thigh is a very important thing.

Fang Weihan was quite pleased with himself.

If that’s the case… I must speed up my breakthrough.

Yun Jiang has already broken through to the fifth level. Wan Wan doesn’t know what’s going on, but considering her role as the destined heroine, it must be a natural thing.

If this continues, I can only defeat Xiao Jin who is not good at fighting.

"Senior sister, I have a question."

Fang Weihan looked at the eager phoenix and pushed the entire bowl of fish soup in front of it.

He himself looked at Wen Zhexue.

"Linyuan Pavilion... How many sixth-turn cultivators are there in our sect?"

He was very curious about this matter.

As Linyuan Pavilion is a holy place in the West, there must be quite a few sixth-turn monks, right?

"Linyuan is divided into nine pavilions, and all nine pavilion masters are at the sixth level."

Wen Zhexue did not hide it from Fang Weihan, but told him so easily.

Grass.

Although he had expected it, Fang Weihan was still surprised.

This is too abstract. There are so many high-end combat forces in just one sect.

"Then...where is the Pavilion Master?"

He asked again cautiously.

"You should call me Master."

The girl sighed slightly, but didn't care too much about it.

"I am not sure about Master's cultivation level, but he should have reached the seventh level."

Fang Weihan: "!"

"Yunshu!"

He was horrified and immediately started calling Yun Shu.

"Did you hear that? Senior Sister said that the current Linyuan Pavilion Master is at the seventh level! Didn't you say that with the current level of destiny, no one can break through to the seventh level?"

"Why are you making such a fuss... If I was in a bad mood, I would have hit you to death with a hammer."

Yun Shu spoke with a little anger at being woken up.

"The cultivation level of Jingtian monks has little to do with their destiny level. What they cultivate is the power of the stars that dominates cause and effect, and cause and effect and destiny are originally the same thing. So at this point in time, when the upper limit of the cultivation level of other paths is locked at the sixth turn, the upper limit of Jingtian is still the ninth turn."

She explained impatiently.

"Then why..."

"Because the Jingtian Path is difficult to practice, especially in each turn after becoming a god."

Yun Shu immediately anticipated his prediction and answered first.

"It's a bit like someone else got 120 in the junior high school entrance exam, while Jingtian got 120 in the college entrance exam. The scores seem to be the same, but they are actually different in nature. That's probably what it means."

Fang Weihan suddenly realized.

"Is there anything else?"

The shadow of the hammer in Yun Shu's hand was looming.

she asked, yawning.

"No, I'll leave now. You continue to sleep."

He rolled out of his sea of ​​consciousness with great foresight.

Yun Shu: "..."

"Ah... I've been woken up by the noise, how can I sleep now..."

The girl yawned again and muttered resentfully.

In the end, Fang Weihan pretended that he knew nothing and finished the meal with Wen Zhexue.

He stood up and prepared to leave with the girl.

"Sister."

Before leaving, Fang Weihan suddenly spoke.

The girl, who was struggling to hold the phoenix with a bulging belly, turned her head to look at him in confusion when she heard what he said.

"I have always wanted to ask Senior Sister a question, and I hope that Senior Sister can answer me."

He stared into Wen Zhexue's eyes, seriously and firmly.

The girl's gaze was burned by his eyes as bright as the sun, and she gently retracted her gaze.

Wen Zhexue nodded slightly.

"Senior sister, you are helping me so hard, but do you have other intentions towards me?"

His voice was low, but his eyes were still bright.

"If there is, please speak up, Senior Sister. If it is within our ability, we will definitely do it for you."

Go ahead, Wen Zhexue.

Fang Weihan muttered to himself.

If you say yes, then you are Lord Yuchen of Linyuan Pavilion, my good friend.

If you say no...

Then you are my senior sister.

He believed that Wen Zhexue would not lie to him.

It was an extremely strange intuition, like a real thought coming from the inside out.

He was waiting for Wen Zhexue's answer.

The girl tilted her head in confusion, as if she didn't quite understand why Fang Weihan suddenly asked this.

This cute action made by her created a lovely contrast.

Although Wen Zhexue didn't know why Fang Weihan asked this question, it didn't prevent her from sensing Fang Weihan's seriousness.

I can't let him down.

Then the girl put on the same serious expression.

She looked into Fang Weihan's eyes and shook her head seriously and firmly.

"No."

Wen Zhexue said softly.

The last bit of hesitancy in Fang Weihan's heart completely dissipated with these words.

He smiled a relaxed and genuine smile.

"That's good."

Fang Weihan smiled and took the half-bloated fat bird from her arms and placed it on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Senior Sister. Let's go."

He opened the door and walked out.

Wen Zhexue could feel his undisguised happiness.

The girl couldn't understand why Fang Weihan was so happy.

She twisted her right hand into a spell, subconsciously trying to read minds. But soon the star power that had just condensed dissipated again, and the girl put her hand down again.

As long as he is happy.

If he is happy, I will be happy too.

Wait until he is unhappy, then read his mind yourself.

The girl thought so.

She followed behind Fang Weihan, hiding in his back, following his long shadow step by step.

The corners of Wen Zhexue's mouth rose slightly.

It seems... it doesn’t feel bad to have a junior brother?

As soon as this thought appeared in her mind, the familiar pressure of cause and effect surged again, more violently than ever before.

The girl's eyes shone with a moon-like silver light, and an invisible sharp blade swept across her body, severing all the red lines of cause and effect that were entangled with her.

The girl stopped the Mingxiao sword that was anxiously preparing to be unsheathed in her sea of ​​consciousness, and frowned slightly.

What on earth is going on…

Fang Weihan has now reached the first floor of Xiangyuan Building.

He was about to ask a maid to pay the bill, but he heard a noisy sound.

"What's wrong with you? Why is the peony lettuce I ordered gone?"

This is the voice of a young man.

As a Mingwu monk, Fang Weihan automatically imagined the speaker's image the moment he heard the voice.

He is weak in energy, frail in body, and indulges in alcohol and sex. He is good for nothing except being rich.

Fang Weihan stopped and looked over curiously.

The man who had just spoken was now, together with two of his companions, shouting obscenities at a little maid.

Isn’t that the little waitress who just ordered food for you?

Fang Weihan frowned.

He glanced at Wen Zhexue and found that the girl was also looking at him, with her expression not changing much.

So Fang Weihan walked straight over and got closer.

There were no people around, apparently because the young man's two companions were keeping people away.

He glanced at the young man again.

Sure enough, the eye bags were swollen, the eye sockets were sunken, and there was an unnatural redness on the face.

At first glance, it was the result of a strong tonic after a weak body.

This kind of person is irritable and easily angered, and is most likely to cause trouble. If he has a good background, it would be even more serious, a pure factor of social instability.

"When we were ordering just now, you promised me solemnly that this dish would be available. What are you telling me now?"

"Sold out? Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?"

"Are you guys from Xiangyuanlou trying to bully me?"

He slammed the table and stood up, and the little maid beside him trembled with fear.

She had obviously never experienced such a thing before. She was completely terrified and stood there, not knowing what to do.

Chapter 235 Kneel down

Fang Weihan still hasn't figured out what exactly happened here, but that doesn't stop him from having a certain degree of hostility towards people who shout in public.

What a fucking lack of quality.