But the pain at this moment is the kind of pain that is ten thousand times more cruel than going up a mountain of swords and going down a frying pan.

Fang Che couldn't help but shed tears.

I was so moved that I could have such a master and cried.

"Ouch...ahhh...ah!"

Fang Che fainted in grief and anger.

Sun Wutian was startled and hurriedly stopped his hand. He only wanted to make this kid feel uncomfortable, but he didn't pay attention and used too much force.

I checked and found nothing major.

One kick hit the bed two feet away.

Then he sat at the door with a sad face.

When no one noticed, Sun Wutian sighed long and short, sighing one after another.

"It's so stupid..."

Sun Wutian cursed.

I don’t know who I’m scolding.

Sun Wutian squatted on the doorstep and cursed for a long time.

Everyone in Zhuangzi seemed not to have heard, and remained as they were when Sun Wutian came, ignoring him.

Half an hour later, Fang Che woke up holding his head that felt like it was about to split: "What the hell..."

Until I woke up.

I still feel like there's a war going on in my head.

One is the true inheritance of the Hattian Sword. There is a person who is constantly swinging the sword and rehearsing it over and over again in his mind tirelessly.

But there is actually a figure on the other side who is also practicing constantly.

That's Sun Wutian!

Sun Wutian is also constantly practicing the Hattian Sword he has learned over and over again!

Fang Che understood why he felt so uncomfortable.

It's like I accepted two inheritances at the same time! And the other one was inserted directly by Sun Wutian without being baptized by the soul inheritance jade pendant!

It's just a river, and suddenly a flash flood rushes in.

When it was on the verge of collapse, a similar flash flood rushed in from the other side.

It’s strange that it’s not uncomfortable.

Instead of directly turning Fang Che into an idiot, Fang Che's river embankment project was already solid...

"How is it? How is the acceptance of the inheritance?" Sun Wutian's kind voice.

Fang Che trembled when he heard this voice: "I have accepted everything."

"Then we have to practice hard from now on."

Sun Wutian said calmly: "In order to prevent you from taking the wrong path, I have given you all my insights."

I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable if you hadn't sent me in...

Fang Che felt that the world was still spinning, and there were countless knives cutting around in his mind.

He forced himself to endure the pain and said, "Disciple, thank you, Patriarch."

Sun Wutian laughed strangely: "You are about to scold me in your heart, right?"

More than that?

Eight generations of your ancestors have been reduced to ashes by me...

Fang Che cursed in his heart, but said respectfully: "The patriarch is doing it for the good of his disciples, how can I dare to complain?"

"Haha... I believe you for now."

Sun Wutian felt inexplicably happy.

Then he said: "Do you have a space ring?"

"have!"

As soon as he heard these words, Fang Che knew that benefits were coming, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Master, my space ring is still empty..."

Sun Wutian: "...Grass!"

He squinted his eyes and said: "You still want me to fill you with space rings? You are really rude."

Fang Che said in surprise: "This disciple is... he is really poor these years."

After saying a few words, the severe pain in his mind slowly subsided, and Fang Che's expression gradually became relaxed.

There is no need to act in this aspect. Moreover, Fang Che is eager to maximize his potential, and it would be better if the old devil pays more attention to him.

"hehe……"

Sun Wutian felt a little angry and funny, and scolded: "You already have a space ring and you are still crying? Where did your space ring come from?"

Fang Che showed an expression of admiration: "Ahem, Patriarch, this disciple's ring has an unlikely origin... it's bright."

Sun Wutian glared and said, "Say!"

"They were snatched from the people of our religion..." Fang Che lowered his head.

"Just robbing?"

"People were also killed..."

Fang Che said without confidence.

Sun Wutian stared at him for a long time, then suddenly slapped him on the shoulder: "What a good boy! He is indeed a person who can do great things!"

Fang Che looked up in shock.

??????????.??????

Just listen to Sun Wutian say: "Isn't it just that you robbed the rings from the people of our sect? What is this!? For your own benefit, what does it mean to kill a few of our own people? Besides, can they be regarded as our own people? You night

The demons are so stinking on the streets now, who wouldn’t want to kill you?”

Sun Wutian said angrily: "You just killed someone to steal a ring, and you don't have a ring. It's not natural to rob them. What do you feel guilty about!? As for putting on such an uneasy face? It's like committing a crime?"

Fang Che felt a little uneasy and said: "After all, those who were killed were members of our sect."

"Bullshit!"

Sun Wutian said scornfully: "We Orthodox sect kills each other every year, so what's the big deal if we kill a few members of our sect?"

"This is what the ancestors taught."

Sun Wutian shook his hand, and a huge pile of supplies came crashing down, almost drowning Fang Che in it.

Fang Che shouted in surprise: "Ancestor! Long live!"

Sun Wutian couldn't help but snort, and he suppressed his pride and said: "Look at these, how many of them you can use."

"I can use them all!"

Fang Che did not hesitate.

His goal is clear: I want them all!

Sun Wutian was completely speechless.

I was shocked by the greed of this disciple of many generations.

I also felt sympathy and even a little bit sad.

What a poor guy!

And I haven’t seen much of the world!

Fang Che started sorting the food, his movements were very skillful, and his thinking was very clear: it can be eaten immediately and the effect will not be retained for a long time.

One batch.

One batch that easily loses energy.

A batch that can be stored for a long time and is not very valuable.

A batch that can be stored for a long time and is of high value.

All kinds of elixirs, without even looking at them, just waved his hand and two hundred bottles of elixirs disappeared.

The best spiritual crystal, collect it. The best amethyst, collect it! The best star crystal, collect it!

Collect it again...it’s gone!

The ground is empty!

Fang Che was beaming with joy: "Thank you, Patriarch."
To be continued...