Fang Che was shocked: "The weapon list in the cloud is so powerful!"

Sun Wutian said: "The road to martial arts is extremely difficult to explain clearly. Just use yourself as an analogy. Who can be so famous in the world when they are at the saint level? If you use reputation to compare the combat power of warriors of the same level.

Compare and you will understand.”

Fang Che nodded silently and said: "Yes, it's like the number of scholars in the world is like the number of sands in the Ganges. They all read the same books. It is said that the ranks are the same, but there can only be one number one scholar."

"What you said is not very appropriate."

Sun Wutian also felt that it was somewhat difficult to explain this difference in rank and combat power.

In fact, if you want to fully explain things like the gap in martial arts, no matter how long you use, there will always be people who try to argue with you.

But the fact test is very clear: if you can't beat it, you can't beat it.

The same university professors with the same professional title and the same salary are instantly beaten by each other... Ahem, I'm going to be criticized here.

"So you have to work hard."

Sun Wutian rolled his eyes and said, "If my successor can't even enter the cloud weapon catalog, I can't afford to lose face."

Fang Che said with a dark face: "I will work hard."

Then he said: "Grandmaster, what are you going to temper today?"

Sun Wutian looked at Fang Che's head and said: "The tempering has been completed. I thought about it and I'll leave the rest of the body tempering liquid for you until you reach the Holy King or the Holy King high-grade before you use it."

"How to say?"

"Your whole body has been tempered. Next, logically speaking, you have to temper your skull."

Sun Wutian frowned and said: "But you are only a saint now. You only have the soul, but you don't even have the prototype. At this time, if I smash your skull and forcibly temper it, I'm afraid..."

Fang Che trembled all over and said hurriedly: "Then let's wait for the Holy Emperor to temper it again."

Sun Wutian laughed: "Go out and do your work. During this time, I need to find a place to rest."

Sun Wutian also felt that he needed to recuperate. This time in Baiwuzhou, he really suffered too much loss.

Although he was not seriously injured, the burden of providing welfare to people across the continent was indeed too great.

The old devil did it on impulse.

I felt extremely regretful.

Fang Che nodded: "Well, Patriarch, please have a good rest."

Sun Wutian threw out five beads casually: "These are Corpse Soul Beads. They are made from the hairy corpses of masters from the Divine Weasel Cult. They are connected with the soul and can detect where there are people from the Divine Weasel Cult."

"A bead can be found once by someone from the Weasel Cult. Once found, the bead will break."

"You should also feel it yourself. If you find someone from the Shen Weasel Cult, just tell me and I will handle it."

Sun Wutian solemnly said: "You must not act rashly. The people of the Shenwei Cult are not something you can deal with now."

"good!"

Fang Che put away the beads, feeling very happy.

Now I have a treasure. I can use this Corpse Soul Orb to clear out the Divine Weasel Cult in the southeast and let the Were Orthodox Cult fight with them dog-eat-dog.

"Only five are a bit small..."

Fang Che wanted to ask for more, because he could feel that there were definitely more than five places in the southeast.

"I'll give it to you when I'm done with it. I'll give some of the rest to Feng Yun."

Sun Wutiandao.

This time he came down with the Corpse Soul Bead, and he hadn't even gone to Feng Yun yet.

"And this is a resource for you. I came here specifically for you."

Sun Wutian waved his hand, and a hill suddenly appeared on the ground. Of course, the elixirs and the like were only a small and inconspicuous part, but the blood dragon ginseng liquid was full of them.

Fang Che was overjoyed: "Long live the Patriarch!"

While collecting it, he expressed his loyalty: "The ancestor has been so kind to me. If I can't achieve good results in the sect, be on the cloud weapon list, and make the ancestor feel proud, will I, Fang Che, still be a human being?"

Sun Wutian was in a great mood. He kicked his butt several times and scolded him with a smile: "Damn it, you're the only one who talks so sweetly!"

"Go away!"

"If anything happens, please contact me in time!"

Fang Che smiled and saluted, and was thrown out of the field. Then Sun Wutian in front of him disappeared in a flash.

Fang Che then sat down in his own seat.

"Oh my god, I can finally see the light of day again!"

Fang Che jumped up and rolled twice on the bed.

Hahaha laughed twice.

Cheng Zifei's respectful voice came from outside: "Mr. Fang, what are your orders?"

"No, just busy with your business."

Fang Che said hurriedly.

Cheng Zi flew away.

"Come back!"

Fang Che said hurriedly.

So Cheng Zifei came back again.

"This inspection is over, has the report been written?" Fang Che asked.

"It's been written and I'm just waiting for your signature."

"How do you feel?" Fang Che asked with a smile.

"Mr. Fang, your prestige is so high...it really...makes all your subordinates feel like they have seen a god..."

Cheng Zifei said sincerely.

Fang Che coughed: "Get out."

Cheng Zifei went out confused again. He always felt that Mr. Fang was a little confused today.

Moreover, the sense of majesty in his body seems to have weakened a lot.

But Cheng Zifei quickly found a reason for Mr. Fang: the inspection is over, why are you still so dignified?

So I happily figured it out.

Fang Che was in the room: "...I don't know what the old devil made them see. Why are they looking at me now as if they were looking at a god..."

Put this question aside.

Then I quickly took out the communication jade.

There has been no contact for more than half a month.

First, I took out the Guardian Communication Jade and communicated with Zhao Shanhe, Mo Ganyun and others. I also asked Ye Meng and others, and learned that they had not come out for the trial yet.

So I started to contact my dad: "Dad, it's done."

"Then the old bastard is gone?"

Fang Yunzheng was living like a year these past few days, and when he thought about Sun Wutian, he had the urge to kill someone.

The old bastard actually beat my son.

"Let's go. My cultivation level has improved to the eighth level of saint level. I have also tempered all the bones in my body, and now only my skull is left untempered."

Fang Che hurriedly reported the good news.

He knew that his father was feeling uncomfortable, so he had to stop his mouth with good news first and let him iron his clothes.

Fang Yunzheng was shocked: "The spine was also broken and tempered?"

"It's been tempered..."

Fang Che was stunned for a moment. His father was indeed well-informed and even knew this.

"I'm going to bully his ancestor Sun Wutian!"

Fang Yun is in trouble!

"Isn't this fucking holy king the only one who can start tempering? Is that old bastard looking for death? Only the skull is left? I'm sorry for his whole family's ancestors!"

Fang Yunzheng was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

"You are a saint, why are you so anxious? This old bastard is really brave. If something happens, it will be worse than destroying the original source!"

Fang Yunzheng was furious.

When Fang Che read the message from his father, he felt his heart beating wildly, and cold sweat as big as soybeans broke out in layers on his forehead.

Oh my god, that’s how it is!
To be continued...