Sun Wutian put his hands behind his hands and looked at Fang Che coldly.

"I said, this time, I want to check your Hattian Sword, the Flying Knife of Death! Yan Nan asked me to protect you, but... you must also have the value and capital for me to protect you."

"And whether you are qualified or not will be judged by me."

"Yes, Patriarch. Disciple is ready."

"Dragon me!"

…

Fang Che once again suffered an unprecedented beating. Sun Wutian beat him, which was much crueler than the way Xue Fuxiao and Fang Yunzheng used it!

This is really a shameless act!

There is absolutely no intention of showing any mercy.

Sun Wutian was indeed full of praise for the progress of Hentian Dao, and the appreciation could be seen in his eyes. However, precisely because of the rapid progress, Sun Wutian beat him harder.

Sun Laomo's idea is extremely simple and simple: It seems that my last beating was effective!

So if you hit harder this time, you can progress faster!

As the saying goes, jade cannot be made into a useful tool if it is not polished.

So Sun Wutian began to ‘think’ desperately!

After practicing the Hentian Sword for two hours, Fang Che was beaten unconscious more than twenty times.

But Sun Wutian's skills were high and he had many elixirs; he beat him unconscious, then revived him, then beat him unconscious... the cycle started over and over again.

At the same time, he warned me earnestly: You must remember this feeling before you were beaten unconscious by me.

Because if it were anyone else, you would be dead right now.

Fang Che was in unspeakable pain.

I actually still have to remember the feeling of being beaten unconscious, and I still have to relive the feeling of being beaten unconscious again and again. These days, it's really... Tsk, it's so unreasonable.

A few hours later.

Sun Wutian was finally satisfied.

"Your progress this time is far from satisfactory."

So said the old devil Sun.

Fang Che wanted to cry but had no tears.

Now my whole body feels as if a hundred elephants have eaten rice.

"Give you half a quarter of an hour, and then take a look at your throwing knife."

When it comes to flying knives, Sun Laomo is even more strict.

Because although he can use it himself, he can never reach the level of the fatal flying knife.

But it doesn't matter.

Although Old Demon Sun cannot reach the level of the fatal flying knife, he can remember how the fatal flying knife attacked him in the first place.

That's the standard!

If Fang Che cannot meet that standard, then he is lazy. - In this regard, Sun Wutian's standard is even more simple.

And single.

But Fang Che was in bad luck.

What's the level of the Jue Ming Flying Knife? That's the pinnacle master who can fight with Sun Wutian for a day and a night!

And what level is Fang Che?

Asking Fang Che according to the standard of a flying knife is like asking a grasshopper according to the standard of a phoenix.

It can be summed up in one sentence.

Slap the grasshopper one after another and ask it: "Why can't you achieve nirvana! The phoenix can achieve nirvana, why can't you? I have clearly taught you how to achieve the phoenix's rebirth, why can't you? Why can't you?"

!Why not?!!”

Fang Che is truly unable to reason!

I worked hard and used my full strength to strike again and again.

He was beaten down by Sun Wutian again and again.

Then he slapped me and turned around three times: You didn't hit me!

Fang Che's heart burst into tears of grief and anger: You are the Wutian Sword Demon! How can I hit you when you are trying to dodge with all your strength?

Don’t hide if you have the ability?! Look at me, I can’t hit you!

But how could Sun Wutian not hide?

If you hide away, you will be slapped in the face: trash!

Fang Che was beaten again for an unknown number of hours.

Finally, he was completely defeated and lay down on the ground: "Master, please beat me to death... Even if you beat me to death, I won't get up!"

I have to say that Sun Wutian is an absolute talent. With Fang Che's resilience, who in the world can force Fang Che to this point?

Neither Dongfang Sansan can!

Sun Wutian also knew that Fang Che had reached his limit.

He kicked him out bitterly: "You're useless, you can't even play with a few throwing knives! You still want to take away the remaining three hundred throwing knives from me! Go ahead and dream."

!”

Fang Che came out sweating profusely and found that he had been thrown into the study.

But it was actually dawn outside.

Ye Meng has already woken up and is busy with one missing arm.

Seeing Fang Che, he was very surprised: "When did you come back? What have you been doing these two days?"

Fang Che could only explain in despair: "I went to find the murderer..."

Only then did he realize that he had been in Sun Wutian's domain for two days and two nights.

Fang Che really wanted to say something to Ye Meng: Do you know how I came here these two days and nights?

Even if it is really hell, it is not so miserable!

Throwing his body on the recliner, Fang Che closed his eyes and felt as if his whole body was falling apart. The fatigue was simply indescribable.

"Chief Zhao and the others have been here several times in the past two days," Ye Meng reminded.

"No matter...I'm going to rest first...I'm exhausted."

Fang Che closed his eyes, unable to hide his tiredness.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, half asleep... Zhao Shanhe came.

"Wake up, wake up...what have you been doing these two days? I can't see you, why do you look so tired?"

Zhao Shanhe is very surprised, you who take care of patients at home can actually be so tired?

"I went out to investigate the murderer...I'm so exhausted..." Fang Che's eyelids were about to close again.

"Investigating the murderer?"

Zhao Shanhe thought about it. Considering Fang Che's strong character, it would be the biggest weird thing not to investigate the murderer and prepare for revenge after encountering such a thing. He immediately understood: "Then have you found it?"

"No... no clue..."

Fang Che's eyelids were already half-closed: "Let me sleep for a while..."

"I'll give it to you..."

Fang Che could no longer hear what Zhao Shanhe said.

His consciousness was hazy and he couldn't hold on any longer.

He fell asleep soundly.

Zhao Shanhe said a few words before realizing that Fang Che was asleep.

He couldn't help but stood up with his eyes wide open, scratching his head and looking confused.

With Fang Che's current level of cultivation, what could he have done to make him so tired? Isn't this exhaustion that has reached the limit of human body, mind and soul?

With a confused look on his face, he asked Ye Meng: "Brother and sister, what has he been doing in the past two days?"

Ye Meng was also confused: "I don't know, he went out with a fierce look that night... I thought he was going to take care of me at home... But I didn't see him for two days after he went out..."

"I feel so tired when I come back today that I feel like I'm paralyzed..."

Ye Meng said: "I don't know what to do anymore."

Although Ye Meng said he didn't know, Zhao Shanhe still figured out Fang Che's actions.
To be continued...