The lights are brightly lit and the soldiers are noisy.

Shenbing Villa is the overlord nearby. How terrifying is it when it moves?

Fang Yuan truly witnessed the defense of the villa this time.

Torches were raised, reflecting the entire villa like daytime.

There is no official government in this world, and there are naturally armors in the Divine Soldier Villa, and it is also the mysterious armor that is forged by hundreds of refined steel, covering the whole body, and even if the middle-grade masters attack and fight indiscriminately, they may not be able to break through.

Not only are there armor, but there are also crossbow-holding archers, centered on the Divine Soldier Tower, showing a diffuse situation.

When encountering such a lineup, if there are any masters who restrain themselves from the side, even a first-class master will probably have to hate them!

"snort!"

The man in gray robe snorted coldly, his eyes unstable, as if he was forcibly killing Fang Yuan and making a choice between getting out immediately and leaving.

"Nangong Wuwang... Although I don't know why you have martial arts, your fate is already destined to be desolate and become a 'scattered scabbard'!"

Looking at the figures of masters and soldiers getting closer, the gray-robed man floated and then retreated, but a sound came into Fang Yuan's ears.

"Scavenger? Use a person to raise a knife?"

Fang Yuan is not a silly white sweet, and he can understand something with a little bit of gray robe.

At this time, the man in gray robe looked like an autumn leaf, flying in the dark, leaving without touching the leaf before the encirclement was closed.

"Young Master! The old slave is late and deserves to die!"

A figure flashed, Uncle Fu had already arrived in front of Fang Yuan, his body was filled with energy, and he was also a second-grade master.

Even Nangong Wentian, the owner of Shenbing Villa, is only a second-rate.

The second-grade recruitment of the second-grade product is a bit incredible.

"What's going on?"

Fang Yuan's face looked confused: "I was in the yard just now, and suddenly a gray-robed monster came and kidnapped me here. He also said a lot of strange words. What does scabbard mean?"

"This person has ulterior motives, and most of what he says is fake, so he doesn't have to pay attention to him!"

Uncle Fu shook his head flatly: "It's the young master who is the owner of the manor. Once something happens, even if it's just a little bit of skin, the old slave will be blamed!"

Fang Yuan suddenly felt a chill.

Such a humble second-grade master is completely determined to be a dog.

If Nangong Wentianzhen is an ordinary second-class person, what virtue can he do to tame this person?

"I'm fine...I want to go back and have a good rest!"

However, at this time, he still played the role of a playboy, sweating in a cold sweat and was still in shock.

"This is natural!"

Uncle Fu immediately withdrew his soldiers and personally sent Fang Yuan back to the courtyard. It seemed that he had made up his mind to stay for the whole night.

"It's a bit strange... After such a big thing happened, Nangong Wentian didn't show up. Was he entangled in some trouble?"

Fang Yuan closed the door and thought strangely.

...

Just as there was a huge noise in the Shenbing Villa.

Inside the cave below.

The blood in the blood pool was replenished at some point and returned to its previous water level.

A black giant knife in it was devouring all this greedily.

Nangong Wentian reached out and grabbed a master's neck. There was no fluctuation on his calm face. He cut his pulse and bleed directly, allowing blood to spill into the pool.

Next to it, there was a small mountain of corpses, and each of them was a warrior who could not hide his eyes.

"Demon Soldier! Demon Soldier!"

Just as Nangong Wentian was expressionless and mentioned the last old man, the old man struggled and spit out blood foam from his mouth: "Nanggong Wentian... You actually provide for the demon soldiers with human blood. The whole martial arts world knows it, and you will not let you go!"

"Noisy!"

The final whine of this ant did not make Nangong Wentian hesitate at all.

His nails were slender, and with just a stroke, the old man's neck suddenly broke open, and blood surged, making the color of the pond more bright and bright.

"According to ancient books, this demon soldier must swallow the water from the blood pool nine times before he can be considered a complete success..."

However, while being happy that the progress was fast, Nangong Wentian was a little confused: "It took more than ten years before, but the progress was only a small one. Why did it start to make rapid progress since a month ago? But it doesn't matter, hurry up... Those forces have noticed me, and what happened tonight is proof."

"Soon soon...soon...I can fulfill my wish, right, Shan'er?"

He looked ahead, with a look of obsession with love.

Unfortunately, there is nothing in the void ahead.

However, in the boiling pool of blood, there seemed to be a trace of purple mixed with the rich red color, flashed and was absorbed by a giant knife, which was extremely difficult for outsiders to discover.

...

"Damn... a mere first-rate warrior dares to assert my life and death!"

In the courtyard, Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, and his breath began to be violent: "If my source power could be used, even if it was only one percent, I could crush him like an ant!"

"But the arrival of this person is a bad omen. I'm afraid the day of a big showdown is coming..."

Fang Yuan looked at his attribute bar, and the black runes at the end of his specialty also reached the final stage.

It seems that the last move is still missing, and it can be completely complete.

The vague premonition also made Fang Yuan know that if this step is completed, the benefits he will bring him will exceed his imagination.

...

The sixth day of the first lunar month.

The sun is just right, and the breeze is not dry.

The Divine Bing Villa is decorated with lights and colorful colors, and the Jumen is busy in front of it.

Today is the 50th birthday of Nangong Wentian, the owner of the Shenbing Villa. In the martial arts world of the nearby sects, all the well-known figures were invited and came with great gifts. No one dared not to give face to the local emperor.

Fang Yuan and his four brothers were all wearing brocade robes at this time and were welcoming guests in front of the door. They smiled so hard that their faces were stiff.

"Old Master Wan from Wanli Divine Fist is here!"

"The head of Songhe Sect, Songhe is here!"

"The wanderer Song Zhili has specially presented a pair of golden peaches. I wish the owner of the manor as blessed as the East Sea and as long as the South Mountain!"

...

Accompanied by Fu Bo's high-pitched voice, martial arts masters entered the Divine Soldier Villa and sat down in their respective seats.

The most central table was received by Nangong Wentian himself. They were both famous masters from several nearby counties and powerful warriors of the top third rank.

"Everyone..."

At this time, Nangong Wentian was wearing a long robe embroidered with more than a hundred golden 'long' characters, and his children stood up with a red face: "I thank you for not abandoning you to celebrate my birthday. Nangong Wentian thanked me for this. I drink three cups first, and I don't respect you!"

"Don't dare! Don't dare!"

People in the martial arts world here picked up their wine glasses: "Let's drink together!"

After three rounds of drinking, Nangong Wentian continued: "It just so happens that there is something to be announced while today's festive celebration... I want to wash my hands and deliver the Divine Soldier Villa to the Dogzi without hope!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall was quiet.

Nangong Xiu's face suddenly became cold, his smile froze on his face, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground.

Nangong Qing gritted his teeth.

Nangong Fu was a little strange, her face seemed sad and happy, and it was difficult to explain it clearly.

Compared with these three sisters, the guests in the venue immediately talked about it after experiencing a brief silence.

Although Nangong Wuwang is Nangong Wentian's only son, who doesn't know that this is the number one playboy in Tianzi, who is ignorant of learning and fond of luxury.

Of course, the most important thing is the body of all leakage, which is an ordinary person.

Can such a person control the huge family business of Shenbing Villa?

Fang Yuan was also very surprised.

Nangong Wentian didn't take the ordinary path at all. He had never discussed it with him before, and he didn't even reveal any slightest breath.

"Borrower, do you want to wash your hands with a golden basin?"

The true man Songhe, who was sitting in the same seat, looked at Mr. Wan at the same time, and was very surprised: "This is something that cannot be negligent."

The rules of the world are that once the ceremony of washing hands of the golden basin is really completed, no matter what kind of grudges you have before, you must let go of them. From then on, no matter what matters in the world are involved, no matter how others are, no one is allowed to seek revenge. Once you violate it, you will be despised by the whole world and will be unable to move forward.

At this time, under the witness of so many fellow practitioners, it is a foregone conclusion that there is no way out.

"This is natural!"
To be continued...