Chapter 26 What’s going on?

Qian Sanjiang thought deeply about how to report to the leader.

"The Cult Leader's Seven Blood Spirit Swords, this kid has obviously mastered it, and his lethality is enough. He can do this in such a short time. If the Cult Leader knows about it, he should be very pleased..."

Qian Sanjiang was thinking about how to use Fang Che's advantage to flatter himself loudly.

In the workplace, you need to be well-fed and not shabby.

After all, there are a lot of offerings.

…

Fang Che sat in the carriage and closed his eyes to relax.

But in my heart, I was weighing the few military students who stopped here by chance to watch the dispute.

'Wei Zihao is the most suspect, but he shouldn't be the only one. Qing Ziyue, who is far away and looks a little thin, is also suspicious.'

'But I don't want to touch them now. Firstly, it will be useless. Secondly, they are too close to their family and it will easily cause trouble for themselves. Thirdly, if I keep them, they can cause trouble at any time when they arrive at the martial arts academy, especially those who want to make noise and convey news.

You can use them at any time, as natural shields...'

‘These can all be used as back-up tools. It’s a waste of resources to use them now.’

'You must cherish this kind of resource that can be abused at any time.'

Fang Che sat in the car with his eyes closed, his face calm.

But I was thinking in my heart.

'When I come out this time, I will enter the martial arts academy. Once I enter, I don't know when I will be able to come out. Hey, I have never been to a martial arts academy in my previous life...I don't know the rules.'

'There is a night dream following me, and there should be someone watching me in the dark. Whether it is guarding the hall or teaching Yixin, they will not let me out of sight.'

'But there will be some inconveniences here. I don't know how the Golden Horned Jiao's cultivation is now. I wanted to take it with me, but I don't know if there is a chance.'

Fang Che looked thoughtfully into the distance.

That is the direction of Bai Mi Peak.

It itself belongs to the periphery of the Forest of All Souls.

It's not very far from where I am now. It's only over five hundred miles.

'But if the Golden Horned Jiao has not been cultivated to the point of becoming invisible, wearing it on the body will not be of much use. There is even a risk of dissipating after leaving the extremely Yin place.'

Fang Che finally gave up this plan.

There is a very dark place over there. Let the Golden Horned Jiao practice for a while.

It would be better to let it wait for a few more months, or even a year or two, than to have it exposed or dissipate before the cultivation is completed!

Fang Che let out a breath and stopped thinking about it.

The golden-horned dragon was a backup plan he had prepared for himself.

When Ye Meng didn't appear, Fang Che had been thinking about this secret move.

Because as a soul, it is really convenient to deliver messages.

Even when the Su family was designed last time, although it was an accident, there was still the idea of ​​sending those guys to be recuperated by the golden horned dragon.

He has been waiting, waiting for the Golden Horned Jiao to transform from tangible to intangible, and when his soul and body have improved further, he will receive it.

Even though he has nightmares now, he has not given up on this plan.

But until now, this plan that has been looming has been shelved for the time being.

'Taking steps step by step can affect long-term plans, and you must not act in advance just because it is convenient and easy to use!'

…

Finally, we have arrived at the Forest of All Souls.

The coachman has returned. As an ordinary person with only a little bit of strength, driving to this point is already the limit.

But Fang Che only proposed it now: I will buy your carriage and you can go back by yourself.

Fang Che offered twice the price.

The coachman readily agreed.

I just don’t understand: If you want to buy it, why didn’t you buy it earlier?

Do you have to buy it now?

Of course Fang Che would not buy it early. He sat and rested comfortably in the carriage while sorting out his thoughts. Although his thoughts had been sorted out long ago,... he would enjoy it for a while longer.

Because after the driver left, I had to drive the car by myself!

Night dreams can only take a car.

——The next things must be completed independently to be considered an achievement.

But when the young master drove the car and the maid took the car, Fang Che felt a little unbalanced, so he insisted on riding half the way.

"Go in and sit down!"

Fang Che said with a dark face: "I will drive the car myself."

"ah?"

Night dreams are confusing.

His big round eyes looked at Fang Che blankly.

The sun comes out from the west, and suddenly I become considerate again?

Could it be that he finally realized this girl's unparalleled beauty?

"If you don't make progress after leaving the Forest of All Souls, I will sell you into a brothel!"

Fang Che threatened, then picked up the riding whip: "Drive!"

Yemeng:……

…

Ye Meng sat cross-legged in the carriage and waited.

Her big eyes kept rolling up, and her pretty face was speechless.

Because Fang Che left her and the carriage in the forest and went to hunt monsters by himself.

"How can you be so relieved? I'm just leaving such a delicate beauty in the forest, and on the surface, I only have a third-level martial arts training. I'm not afraid that when I come back, I'll be turned into a pile of gnawed bones?"

"It's really not pity at all."

"This heart is too big!"

Although he was complaining in his heart, he still had a look of fear and anxiety on his face, huddled in the carriage, not daring to move.

I was just praying in my heart.

Don't let any wild beasts come over.

Otherwise it will really be exposed.

…

Fang Che was like a ghost, walking through the dense forest, not even making the slightest sound in the leaves wherever he passed.

His target is the monster in the forest. The monster below level six!

A level one monster, one hundred cores, one college point, a level two, fifty cores, one point, a level three, ten cores, one point, a level four, two cores, one point, a level five, one core, two points.

Level 6, one core, twenty points.

But the sixth-level monster is basically equivalent to the combat power of a fifth-level martial artist.

As for level seven...well, I don’t want to.

Once you appear, be prepared to become excrement.

Fang Che's goal is not level one, two, or three at all.

That's too slow.

So as soon as he started, he went straight into the depths of the jungle.

He didn't even care about the first and second level monsters that were startled in the jungle.

But the deeper he went, the more Fang Che felt that something was wrong.

But I can't tell.

In front of a dense bush and among the thick grass, Fang Che finally stopped suddenly.

Looking at the bushes, the grass, and the surrounding trees, the feeling that something was wrong became stronger and stronger.

But I couldn't tell what was wrong.

I couldn't help but think deeply.
To be continued...