Fantasy: My Cultivation Technique Will Self-Cultivation

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-The Quiet Back Mountain

“What are you laughing at? What’s so funny?” Ye Chenfu asked quickly: “Are you thinking of something bad?”

As if shook his head and said, “No…I laughed that you actually said that Fan Hufa’s friendly smile was wretched. If this matter is known to others, you will definitely be heartbroken.”

Ye Chenfu suddenly stood up solemnly, and he solemnly said: “Will you tell him that I say he is wretched?”

As if shook his head, he said, “This is not true.”

“Will it be over? Anyway, I will tell you alone.” Ye Chenfu also shook his head.

Hearing this seemed like a moment of speechlessness, and then she seemed to be thinking of something, so she said again: “By the way, I think Fan Hufa is really not malicious to you.”

Ye Chenfu narrowed his mouth and said nothing more.

After they finished their supper, they walked back towards their residence.

At night, Ye Chenfu suffered from insomnia again, and he felt that there were some complicated things that kept disturbing his thoughts.

But when he was serious, searching in his mind, he found that there seemed to be nothing.

After repeating this for a while, he felt that he couldn’t sleep even more.

So when he was bored, he held the evil hatchet in his arms, and the cold feeling gradually spread, but it made his summer night feel a little relieved.

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up the next day, the sun was already shining in.

He quickly got up from the bed, and then ran to the restaurant to eat.

During the meal, he didn’t meet any acquaintances, so he remembered that he had to rush over today and go to the Xuan Lei Temple to learn some breathing methods from the gods, so he hurriedly finished the meal.

After running back to wash, he ran towards Xuan Lei Palace.

This time was different from yesterday. He met other people on the way, so he rushed towards Xuan Lei Palace with them.

After they arrived, Xiangshen had already carried his hands on his back, so he turned his back to them.

Hearing their salute, he turned his head and smiled at God, and said, “After you went back last night, did you practice the method of adjusting your breath that I taught yesterday?”

Hearing these words, Ye Chenfu’s heart stunned, because he simply forgot about it last night.

But he quickly responded that he has a system, so he and the other four people said in unison: “I have practiced!”

Xiang God nodded when he heard this, and then he said lightly: “That’s OK, then I won’t teach you today.”

Hearing this, the five people looked at each other and stared at each other for a while. Hu Dalang finally couldn’t help asking: “Master Peak Master, what are we doing today?”

Xiangshen smiled slightly, then pointed his finger.

Everyone looked back after what he pointed out, and found that Fan Tulong had been standing not far behind for some time.

So the few people saluted Fan Tulong again, and Fan Tulong waved his hands and said, “Last night I had a conversation with Master Peak Master Bing Zhuye, and he gave you all to me today.”

Fan Tulong smiled slightly, and everyone thought his expression was weird.

Because the way Fan Tulong laughed, it didn’t look very good, and it seemed a bit oozing.

But obviously Fan Tulong himself didn’t realize this. He continued to smile and said, “You know how to adjust your breath, then go and cut trees with me!”

“You wouldn’t be a bald head, and then you are strong? What’s up! We are here to learn martial arts, you let us cut trees?” Ye Chenfu heard this and scorned.

His brain was buzzing, and he couldn’t believe it was true.

But in any case, this was true. Fan Tulong beckoned, so several people followed.

When they were at the door, a few people turned their heads, preparing to tell God, but found that Xiang God had disappeared.

Ye Chenfu had already greeted Fan Tulong’s female relatives in his heart at this time, and then left with Fan Tulong unwillingly.

Unlike the small woods in the south, the ancient trees on the back mountain of Zidian Peak are dense and quiet.

The large and large towering ancient wooden pavilions are like a cover, except for a few bird calls from time to time, there are only a few gusts of breeze blowing, and the surroundings look very quiet.

Ye Chenfu looked in the distance and found that there were old green mountains and forests all around.

He felt that the air was very good, because the surroundings were in a state of primitive taste, but he did not sigh; because he was in his heart, still spitting at Fan Tulong.

Finally, Fan Tulong stopped in front of a towering ancient tree, then raised his head to look at it, and then lowered his head again.

Fan Tulong turned around and said to several people, “Who among you brought a sword?”

Ye Chenfu felt that Fan Tulong asked a silly question.

Because it was as obvious as his big knife, Hu Dalang also carried a big knife on his back.

And just like Junior Sister and Senior Sister You Rong, each carrying a sword on their backs, this is obvious, but Fan Tulong still needs to ask.

But what everyone didn’t expect at this time was that Zheng Yuanzhi, who had always cherished words like gold, spoke first.

“Enlighten Fan Guardian, I don’t have a knife.” Zheng Yuan said respectfully with a small salute.

Fan Tulong nodded, then smiled and said, “That’s fine, then you use mine!”

Ye Chenfu just wanted to say something, but suddenly realized that Fan Tulong was carrying two big knives behind his back, so he thought to himself: “Could it be that Fan Tulong was ready already? Knowing that we didn’t have the two of us, so I prepared it for us alone. A handful?”

The reason why Ye Chenfu thought so was because Fan Tulong was single-handed.

At this time, Fan Tulong looked at Ye Chenfu again with a smile, which made Ye Chenfu feel very uncomfortable.

“Little Ye Zi, do you need this knife?”

Fan Tulong threw it to one of Zheng Yuan, and then shook it with another big knife in his hand.

Ye Chenfu was speechless for a while, and he began to scold again. After all, he really didn’t like the term “little leaf” because it reminded him of a certain disability.

“Thank you Fan Hufa!” Ye Chenfu respectfully cupped hands, and then stepped forward to take the broadsword.

Fan Tulong nodded, hugging his hands and said, “Well, now that you all have weapons, I hope you will treat your enemies well!”

But after saying this, he didn’t know where to take out a wine Calabash, and then began to gulp guts.

Seeing this scene, Ye Chenfu was speechless for a while.

But at this time, Wanru said, “Fan Hufa, who is our enemy?”

“Does this need to be asked? Obviously it is the tree in front of him!” Hu Dalang hurried forward, then drew his own big knife from his back, and pointed at the old tree in front of him with the tip of the knife.