Everyone who was guarding the main hall in other Tiandu towns was disappointed when they saw the master of the hall. None of them stopped trying to persuade him and they all retreated.

They all felt like their shy faces were pressed against a cold butt, not to mention the discomfort.

As soon as I got out, I couldn't wait to complain.

"What's wrong with this?"

"How rude."

"I really thought I was the best in the world...a little venerable level..."

"You just killed a few people in the southeast and are you arrogant?"

"Perhaps it's because I foresee losing tomorrow, so I'm in a bad mood."

"He's such a jerk, he deserves to lose."

"...Go tomorrow to see how this bastard is beaten until he cries for his father and mother in the ring. It really pisses me off..."

"It's the first time I've seen such a person. He doesn't even understand the slightest bit of human sophistication..."

Tiandu City is one of the top five major cities in the Guardian Continent, and it is also located in an absolutely prosperous inland area. How can the palace masters who can guard the palace here have anything to do?

All of them are people who have been in high positions for a long time and command and control them.

When have you ever suffered such shame?

Moreover, Fang Che is just a life and death patrol officer from the Southeast Headquarters. We are in the middle of the country. You, a remote life and death patrol officer, come to our central area to show off your authority?

I want to blind your mind!

Everyone was aggrieved and discussed walking away.

Fang Che sat cross-legged in the room, adjusting his condition.

Along the way, Sun Wutian's special training was simply inhumane. After tearing apart the space several times, he went to the space to train Fang Che.

Various beatings.

Fang Che even had the feeling that "this old devil has taken the wrong path in his life and is taking advantage of his labor and capital to vent his anger."

No matter what you do, nothing is right. No matter how perfect you practice, you will still get beaten.

Fang Che was given various spiritual fluids and elixirs to drink, and then he began to beat him wildly. He practiced swordsmanship and flying knives constantly.

What makes Fang Che aggrieved is that this old devil has other ideas.

On a straight line, place a mung bean a hundred feet away.

Thirty-six bamboo poles were erected in this distance of one hundred feet.

When the flying knives are sent out, no aura control is allowed, all depends on skill, so that the flying knives can go around these bamboo poles like a snake and hit the mung beans.

Also, make a hole in the mung beans and do not break them.

Fang Che went crazy on the spot: "Master, this is impossible."

His answer was a violent beating from Sun Wutian: "If others can do it, why can't you!?"

Fang Che was beaten wildly, but he was dissatisfied: "Who can do it?"

"People can do it with a flying knife!"

Sun Wutian replied while beating Fang Che again.

"Grandmaster! That's thousands of years of accumulation! Thousands of years of cultivation!"

Fang Che shouted loudly: "I only have two days! Two days... How can this compare?"

Sun Wutian was furious: "How dare you find excuses!"

So he beat him up wildly and went out to tear up the space and rush on his way: "Wait until I come in again. If I can't do it, I will skin you!"

Fang Che practiced hard for less than two hours.

Sun Wutian came in again, with a dark face: "Practice for me!"

Of course it doesn’t meet the requirements!

So he was beaten wildly again!

"It's useless! If others can do it, you can't!"

Sun Wutian cursed...

Along the way until they were released outside the south gate of Tiandu City, Fang Che calculated by himself that he had been beaten sixteen times in total!

The old devil is extremely experienced in beating people. It will make your whole body in pain and make you feel worse than death, but it will not hurt your bones or muscles and meridians.

All in all, Fang Che's day and a half was like living in hell.

Now that I am suddenly free, I still feel pain all over my body.

But the good thing is... I have finally been promoted from the second level of the Venerable level to the beginning of the third level of the Venerable level!

"From this point of view, the Xue family has complied with the rules. The red snow clothes are said to be at the third level of the Venerable level."

Fang Che didn't dare to look down on this Xueyi Hong at all.

The Xue family is a genius with a great reputation.

In terms of reputation, it is certainly not as famous as Fang Tu in the whole continent, but...

He has been working hard in the extremely cold place guarded by the Xue family, and has been working hard for more than ten years. Regardless of his cultivation and combat experience, his combat experience has been enriched beyond measure.

And every step he takes is to consolidate himself to a level where he can no longer push himself to a higher level.

No matter how conceited Fang Che is, he can't guarantee victory.

You must take a good rest and prepare for the battle tomorrow.

Fang Che runs the immeasurable scriptures.

Spend this night quietly.

…

The inn where the Xue family is located has also become completely silent.

The room where Xue Yihong was located was absolutely quiet.

The ancestors spoke in the next room, speaking softly, even using sound transmission, for fear of disturbing Xue Yihong's state.

"Ancestor personally ordered that we must win and not lose. I hope that there will be no accidents in the battle tomorrow..."

Until now, although it is almost certain, the Xue family is still a little uneasy.

There is no way, Xue Fuxiao's order of 'no defeat allowed' is really too much pressure for the Xue family!

Everyone looked sullen.

"There is a 90% chance of winning this battle."

One person said.

"Then there's still a 10% chance of an accident."

An ancestor of the Xue family, whose hair and beard had turned white, said with a sad face: "It's better to be foolproof. You don't know that once the ancestor starts to rectify the family, the kind of terror and the low pressure on the whole family can last for hundreds of years..."

"For hundreds of years, even breathing felt like a crime..."

"What happened to Xue Wansi last year, I thought my ancestor was going to come back to rectify the family, but he didn't come back. I guess it's because of this one-year appointment. We have to wait and see the final result."

"So if we lose this time, the descendants of the Xue family...hehe..."

The white-bearded old man had a bleak look on his face: "I guess there are quite a few people sent to mine, and it's definitely an underground mine. If you go down there, you won't be able to come up for at least a hundred years..."

"Last year we rectified a group of unscrupulous descendants..."

"Then where is that?"

The white-bearded old man snorted in his nostrils: "My ancestors are really going to use the knife to rectify the situation! If the descendants of future generations do evil, my ancestors will kill them more quickly than those who kill the orthodox people."

"..."

When it comes to old things from back then, everyone is worried about everything they say to me.

Although the odds of winning are now very certain, I still feel as if I have bet a mountain on my hand. I am not afraid of ten thousand, I am afraid of just what happens.

"At this point, it's useless to worry. Let's see the results tomorrow. Win or lose. You can't lose in style."

The ancestor finally sighed: "It's not easy for people to slaughter people. Regardless of victory or defeat, you must not lose your etiquette."

"We understand!"

The Xue family members all have serious expressions. As a descendant of Xue Fuxiao, the ancestor once reorganized a group of guardian and guard families.

The original scale was far less than Fang Che's now, but the pressure on the Xue family at that time was still as high as mountains and seas.

So they know better than anyone how much pressure Fang Che is under now.

…

Tiandu City stayed up all night.
To be continued...