Brother Fangqi once revealed the stolen life of the people in the three thousand miles of Lingzhou. Fangcun naturally knew that he was framed for this incident and was chased by the assassins on the way of heaven. Fangcun naturally knew that, but those stolen life were actually used for...

...To treat that spiritual well?

This answer really shocked Fang Cun.

It steals the vitality of the people to control the spiritual well, which is related to the spiritual energy of various sects and veins. Doesn’t this mean that at that time, the spiritual energy that these qi refiners who practice in the mountains all sing and cultivate comes from the vitality of the people? Doesn’t this mean that at that time, the Qi refiners who seemed to be high and above, in fact, were all human flesh and blood tyrants?

After hearing this answer, it is impossible for a moment to be calm.

Mr. Fan, looking at Fang Cun's expression, couldn't help but sigh and said: "Daxia Guangbao, the immortal palace is located in the middle, there are countless gods and gods, and countless spiritual wells. To this day, there are probably many places that steal the lives of the people and feed the spiritual wells. However, I definitely don't do that, but because I don't do this, I end up with such a field..."

He said, smiling bitterly, and sighed: "My friend Fang, you..."

Fang Cun waved his hand slowly and after a while, he said, "What does Mr. Fan need Fang Cun to do?"

Mr. Fan was silent for a moment and said, "At least five thousand dragon stones are needed, or it may help me in Qingjiang County..."

"Five thousand..."

Fang Cun sighed slowly, not much.

But he didn't show any trace on his face, but he just seemed extremely embarrassed.

After a long time, he slowly shook his head and said, "The old man is so despised by our Fang family..."

Mr. Fan was slightly stunned and said, "My friend Fang, I am very serious and I am not polite to you. How many can you take out?"

Fangcun's thoughts were heard, but he didn't answer. After a while, he said, "I have to make a living!"

"Um?"

Mr. Fan was stunned, obviously this answer was a little beyond his expectations.

Since I said I should make a living, is it possible that the Fang family can take it out?

"Don't misunderstand, sir!"

Fang Cun saw his expression, smiled helplessly, and sighed: "The Fang family does not have such skills, but before, my old friend, the God King of Phoenix came to meet with his younger generation. He once said that if there is any difficult thing, you can ask her. Now, the difficult things in Qingjiang County are naturally also my difficult things. I will wait to see if I see her, and I will find an opportunity and say goodbye to see if I can borrow some from here..."

"this……"

Mr. Fan didn't expect that he would have answered this way. He was slightly stunned and smiled and said, "That's OK!"

"Old sir, will this Second Young Master Fang be loyal to his wealth at this critical moment?"

After Fangcun said goodbye and left, an old slave next to him who had been hiding in the shadow appeared.

Looking at the direction where Fang Cun left, he seemed a little worried, sighed softly, and asked Mr. Fan with emotion.

"snort!"

Mr. Fan's face was a little unhappy: "I'll borrow it from the Phoenix God King? I can think of it!"

The old slave was surprised: "The old man thinks what he said is fake?"

"It must be fake!"

Mr. Fan said with a gloomy face: "I know Fang Chi so well. Haha, others see him as a noble and spotless immortal master. But I know that he is either not greedy or very greedy. Back then, when he was not yet able to achieve his cultivation, he often interacted with me and lived with him as a friend. But later, he went to the world and realized the truth, but he disliked me and gradually became alienated, which was very hateful. Since then, he climbed so high that even though he died at a young age, would he really not even care about his family and not even keep some of his family's wealth?"

The old slave smiled and said, "It is reasonable to be able to take out three hundred dragon stones, saying that there are five thousand on hand..."

Mr. Fan deeply agreed, but he still snorted coldly on his face. Over the past period of time, in order to calm the dog and demon, he had been running around and being discredited by people, and he sneered, "I don't go to learn from the previous county magistrates to raise the spirit well and steal the lives of the people. But this pressure should not be entirely my husband. His family has gained enough reputation, and the people of the seven clans have gained enough benefits. I asked them to release some blood to save the spirit well for the people, what's wrong with me?"

The old slave hurriedly laughed and said, "Natural and natural, the old man has a deep virtue, who doesn't accept it?"

...

...

Fangcun left the main hall and walked in the Lingwu Sect covered in night. He was wearing a white robe and was covered in a cold body.

Lingjing, people, dragon stone, seven clans...

All kinds of things were extremely confused at this time and they were in my mind.

He had already made a decision on many things, just do it as he pleased.

But now, what I suddenly got from Mr. Fan was a little beyond his expectations.

There is nothing to do with all kinds of dragon stones.

However, the Qixuan from the Spirit Well really made him think about it.

Is it true that what he has done now is really excellent?

In the past, the county government stole the lives of the people and governed the Lingjing. Now he did not do this. He just considered that at the critical moment, letting the seven clans and the Fang family come forward and find a way to gather more dragon stones to save the Lingjing. Is it the only way to do so at present?

He was indeed confident.

But in a small space, I felt something was wrong...

Because if this is true, wouldn’t it be a dead end to some extent?

"Young Master Fang..."

In the darkness, a woman's figure came forward. In the fog that had been foggy all year round, the woman seemed to have a confused aura on her body. She seemed to have been waiting for Fang Cun on the way, calling out softly, and walked out, but after coming out, she didn't speak, as if she was a little unspeakable, but just looked at Fang Cun with some expectations, waiting for him to say something.

"Have you encountered a problem again?"

Fangcun glanced at Meng Zhixue and asked softly.

Meng Zhixue hesitated slightly, nodded, and said Lu Xiao's words.

"I underestimate him!"

Fang Cun was silent and then smiled: "I used to think that he was a spoiled child. He always said something self-defeating, which made me seem a little deeper. Now I understand that his words were not completely unreasonable... At least, when everyone was helpless, it is still very useful to say these words and comfort my heart..."

"If you can learn from him, your cultivation will not fall into a bottleneck!"

Meng Zhixue's face turned pale, then slowly shook her head, and said, "I can't learn from him in the end, so I think..."

Fang Cun waved his sleeves and said with a smile: "I am not much better than you at this time!"

Meng Zhixue was silent, opened her mouth, but still shut up, just standing silently.

"From the beginning of my cultivation of the treasure body, I knew that my brother was at the end of the treasure body realm, so I left me an answer!"

Looking at the fog that has not dissipated for years, Fang Cun sighed softly and said, "But now, I have made all preparations and can get that answer at any time, but I actually retreated a little..."

Meng Zhixue was shocked: "Young Master Fang Er is afraid?"

Fangcun smiled bitterly and said, "I'm so scared!"

Meng Zhixue said: "Is it... Is it... I am afraid of Mr. Fan?"

Shake your head in a small cun.

Meng Zhixue said: "Are you afraid of the seven clans?"

Fangcun shook his head and, without waiting for Meng Zhixue to ask again, suddenly whispered: "Come together!"

Meng Zhixue hurriedly followed him. The two of them descended along the hillside. Fangcun did not go to the side hall where they lived, nor did they go to the place where Mr. Shang Yue, the son-in-law of the Mo family of the seven clans, was located. Because of that bloody crime, the place had been sealed. It was quiet everywhere, as if it was stained with ghost energy, and no one dared to come here without any trouble.

Nowadays, only a few documents from the county government and some people who are forced to stay here.

On the side of the side hall, under the paulownia tree, there was a woman wearing a hat and hanging gauze, drinking tea in front of the stone table. The woman from the witch clan Yue tribe. The people who followed her were in the side hall, as if they were to see if there were any clues left, Fang Cun went straight to her, sat next to her, and poured herself a cup without hesitation.

"There are so many people and eyes, so why are you not afraid of being seen by Mr. Fang?"

The woman didn't even care, but just spoke indifferently.

Fangcun glanced at her and said, "Will someone see it?"

"Of course not!"

The woman said lightly: "You also know that my Moon Soul Technique is unparalleled in the world!"

Fangcun's face looked helpless and said, "You are doing well recently?"

The woman from the Yue tribe of the Witch Clan couldn't help but tremble.

Meng Zhixue, who was on the other side, suddenly felt amazement in her heart. The Moon Tribe of the Witch Clan had just recently surrendered to Daxia. She had a special status. Although she was a small sect Qi Refiner in the chaotic land of southern Xinjiang, because the surrender to Daxia was of great significance, they also had a very high status. The identity of this saint of the Moon Tribe of the Witch Clan was probably the best in Daxia.

Why doesn’t Mr. Fang treat others as an outsider at all?

"Since the last time I parted, it's half a year. It's almost time for the young master to fulfill his promise!"

The saint of the Moon Tribe of the Witch Clan was not angry, and she spoke coldly as soon as she put the tea cup on her face.

"I will fulfill my promise, but you have to answer me a question!"

There seemed to be some instructions in Fangcun's breath.

The saint of the witch clan's Yue tribe was obviously even more angry, but after a long time, he was silent and said, "Ask!"

Fang Cun said directly: "Old Master Fan invites you to come over and help treat the Lingjing. So, how can we cure it?"

"Spiritual well?"

The woman laughed and said, "I have brought two strategies, but Mr. Fan, which strategy do you want to listen to?"

Square inch straight: "The third strategy!"

The woman from the Yue tribe of the Witch Clan clearly froze her palms, and suddenly she lifted her veil and looked at Fang Cun seriously.

"Young Master Fang Er, after listening to the third plan, it may be dead..."
Chapter completed!