Fantasy: It Turns Out That I Am a Peerless God of War

Zhong Limeng and his brothers had no clue.

Out of caution, Zhong Limeng carefully put away the storage ring first.

Wei Zhenfang's words were so weird that no one would easily believe them. In addition, Fu Haotian was always hypocritical. Everyone made a conspiracy to guard against it, and they left like this.

The inner courtyard of the fairy palace.

Wei Zhenfang stepped into the other garden in good spirits, walking forward with his hands behind his back, his face radiant.

The haughty look made a group of old men jealous.

However, Wei Zhenfang has fought against the eight great heavenly demons, even if they feel unhappy, they dare not show it on the surface.

The strong are respected, this is the eternal truth.

The masters can only smile on their faces and mmp in their hearts.

Wei Zhenfang became more and more proud as he walked, he went straight through several courtyard gates, and moved forward steadily, his aura was full, and there was no other scumbag in his eyes.

Just before entering the secret room, an old man approached to salute.

"Brother Wei."

"I've come back smoothly, and you have also taken the heavenly elixir to regenerate your palms. If you have nothing to do, you might as well hand over the storage bracelet and count the demon corpses. This is the current major event."

Wei Zhenfang looked sideways indifferently and did not respond.

With just that swipe, the old man seemed to be enveloped by invisible pressure, and there was a bit of fear in his eyes.

Wei

Zhenfang looked indifferent, and his demeanor became more natural as a master.

He has seen through everything, and asked back with a domineering voice.

"What? Are you teaching me how to do things?"

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, and his face turned blue and red alternately.

What a Wei Zhenfang.

I don't know what kind of shit luck, it took only a few days to fight the Eight Demons with great cultivation base, and he actually pretended to be so stupid.

What a villain!

Anger turned into anger, he could only squeeze out a smiling face to salute.

"Wei, Old Wei was joking, how dare I presume to overstep..."

"However, the demon corpses will be counted in three days. This matter is related to Mr. Fu's plan. You have recovered, so please hand over the storage bracelet first."

As soon as the words fell, Wei Zhenfang's face turned colder.

"Humph."

"This old man fights against the Eight Demons. Can you imagine how dangerous it is? This old man needs to recuperate for a few days, and we'll talk about other things at that time!"

With a cold voice, the old man's thousands of words were blocked in his throat.

"yes."

Facing such a powerful Wei Zhenfang, he could only grit his teeth and leave.

Passing through several courtyard gates all the way, his face became more and more gloomy as he walked.

Finally back to the front yard hall.

Fu Haotian, who took the main seat, looked forward to watching, with a confident smile on his face.

"Old Feng, how are you?"

old

Weng saluted slowly, his face a little embarrassed.

"My lord, Wei Zhenfang claimed that he would go into seclusion, and said that the discussion would be held in three days! Most of the demon corpses are in his storage bracelet, and I'm afraid something serious will happen."

The voice fell, and the hall was suddenly silent.

Many masters had complicated expressions, and dared not speak out against Wei Zhenfang's arrogance.

Fu Haotian was generous, but nodded with a smile.

"No problem."

"Wei Lao fought hard against the eight demons, and he really needs to rest and recuperate. We wait patiently for three days, which is justified. Please trouble Feng Lao to go there again, and ask Wei Lao, how many demon corpses there are, so I know."

"There is no need to rush the inventory, and the demon corpse is in the hands of Wei Lao, so there is no rush."

Fu Haotian was still so calm and confident, his words showed good emotional intelligence.

It not only gives face to the visitors, but also shows generosity to buy people's hearts.

The old man was grateful and left immediately as ordered.

Go to the backyard again.

His anger obviously subsided a lot, he calmed down and saluted towards the secret room.

"Forgive me, Mr. Wei, my son ordered me to ask you, how many demon corpses are there in the storage bracelet?"

In the secret room, Wei Zhenfang was just about to start adjusting his breath.

Hearing this kind of sound transmission suddenly, the annoyance of being disturbed jumped to the brows

, just perfunctory words according to the impression.

"One thousand!"

A voice of thanks came from outside the door, and he left in a hurry.

Wei Zhenfang was about to continue adjusting his breath when suddenly a light flashed in his mind.

correct.

There are nearly a thousand demon corpses in front of him.

If it is given to Fu Haotian, it will not affect the overall situation, after all, the number of demon corpses given by the seniors will be crushed in all directions. If it's really for Fu Haotian, at most he can get one or two more heavenly pills.

If the bracelet was given to Miss Zhongli, it would be very different.

Not only is Fu Haotian sure to lose, but he can also add Huabo's personal favor to him. How can a mere sky-rank pill be compared with Miss Zhongli's favor?

Perhaps, this matter can make the seniors more satisfied.

If the senior is satisfied, the thousand demon corpses will be worth thousands of times.

It is clear at a glance which is more important.

The more he thought about it, the more reliable he became, Wei Zhenfang slapped his thigh.

"Yes! After three days, all the demon corpses will be handed over to Miss Zhongli!"

Just thinking of the pros and cons and consequences, Wei Zhenfang was already smiling, and couldn't help boasting secretly that even recuperation has become much easier.

The power of the Great Dao reverberated in the secret room, as if it really had a bit of a superior demeanor.

at the same time.

the old man

He hurried back to the hall and announced the result loudly.

"Young master, there are still a thousand demon corpses in Wei's hands!"

When the words came out, all the masters present were excited.

There are also a thousand demon corpses.

This battle of personal inheritance is absolutely sure to win!

They exchanged glances quietly, and everyone looked proud.

Looking at the main seat, the smiles in the eyes of the old men grew stronger. Even if they were not allowed to speak, their expectant expressions were already full of invitations for credit.

Fu Haotian's eyes glowed brightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly!

"it is good!"

"There are a thousand demon corpses, and the outcome of this personal battle has been decided. This time I went to Shuihan Star to hunt demons, and all the seniors have worked hard. After three days, my son will become the chief disciple, and I must be very grateful!"

Hearing the promise of heavy rewards, a group of old men clasped their fists in high spirits.

"Thank you son!"

Compliments and flattery abound.

"Young master's benevolence and generosity is indeed the destiny!"

"I'm waiting to wish Mr. Fu, he will inherit the Cangyun Heavenly Palace in the future, and his name will be passed down through the ages!"

"Fortunate to serve the son, I am lucky to wait three lives!"

"Congratulations, young master!"

There was a burst of admiration and laughter, and the house in Bieyuan was full of joy.

Fu Haotian sat firmly in the jade chair, the self-confidence in his eyes shone like stars.

(end of this chapter)