Chapter 242 School Beauty Fang, Nice to Meet You [Additional Chapter 14 for Silver League Old Bookworm No. 6]

Fang Che quietly blended into the crowd at one end of the long street.

His spiritual sense was fully and carefully sensing.

The Golden Horned Dragon was also carefully identifying.

However, nothing was found.

If the other party did not commit a crime, it would be almost impossible to find him out.

Even the ancient evil spirit on his body and the spirit body of the Golden Horned Dragon were helpless. In this regard, Fang Che could only rely on his own eyes.

He observed the faces and bodies of the onlookers one by one silently.

In his mind, there were several key words turning back and forth.

According to the news from the people guarding the hall and the Yinshen Palace.

The children of the noble families who came down this wave had a common feature.

Young.

This range is much smaller.

The children of the noble families would not dress like ordinary people. This is the second feature.

The third is that they are all away from home, so their demeanor must be different from that of the local noble families.

Then there is the fourth. No matter how these people disguise themselves, their attitude of treating human life as worthless cannot be changed; moreover, facing people from ordinary families, the arrogance of these "only the orthodox church headquarters family" and the condescending attitude that is revealed inadvertently cannot be changed.

Then there are other characteristics of practicing martial arts, and the evil spirit and murderous aura that are occasionally revealed when not paying attention.

Then there are the characteristics of practicing some special magic skills, such as some pupils have abnormalities, some nails are black, and some have dull complexions...

These are things that everyone guarding the hall must memorize, but memorizing them is useless, and you also need a pair of sharp eyes.

Some remember them by heart, but they can't recognize them until the demons of the demon cult kill them... There are many!

And most of them.

Fang Che hid quietly in the crowd with a look of watching the excitement and a little fear on his face.

Observing everyone.

Finally, two people caught his attention.

The two men were dressed in bright clothes, young, handsome, tall, carrying small bags on their backs, and strong hands and feet. They were warriors.

Fang Che approached quietly.

The two men were hiding in the crowd, looking at the scene with fear.

Fang Che also approached with fear.

"Whose family is the dead?"

Fang Che was afraid, but his voice was very low and familiar.

"The head is gone... Who knows whose family it is."

One of them said subconsciously, and suddenly reacted: "Who are you?"

Fang Che said lightly: "I am from the Si family!"

Now, Fang Che already knew that the Si family was a big family.

So naturally, there was that kind of arrogant expression on his face, looking down at the two people, and said: "Where are you two?"

"What do you mean, the two of us? Who are you?"

The two looked alert.

Privately, they were using the Five Spirits Gu to communicate: "The Si family also sent people to participate? With the strength of the Si family, they actually need to send people to participate in this?"

"I don't know... but the surname Si is not common."

Fang Che smiled faintly: "Since I have recognized you, there is no need to act."

"I don't understand what you are saying."

The two people were very vigilant.

Fang Che laughed: "Very cautious, okay, then you two continue to watch."

Nodding, he turned away without any reluctance.

Soon he left the crowd and went to the distance, his steps were fast, and he went out dozens of feet in an instant, and he was about to enter the corner.

The two young men looked at each other, both a little entangled.

This matter...

But seeing that the other party's figure was almost gone, he hurriedly chased after him.

How did he recognize us? This matter is strange.

Are the people of the Si family really so awesome?

"Brother, brother, stay."

But Fang Che just turned his head and smiled, waved his hand, and turned into another road.

Seeing this, the two quickened their pace and followed.

It seems to be true.

More cautious than us.

Fang Che walked on the road in a leisurely manner, and only heard the sound of clothes fluttering in the air behind him. The two caught up with him: "Brother..."

Finally turned around and stopped, with a helpless look on his face: "You two, we all need to conceal our identities, can't we just say goodbye? Why do you have to chase me..."

The two apologized: "It's my fault, I just thought too much, haha, brother Si, don't blame me."

"It's normal to think too much."

As Fang Che walked forward, he whispered: It's not long, and several people have died. It won't hurt to be more cautious. "

The two quickly followed his footsteps and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, brother Si, I am Lu Zijia, may I ask which branch of the Si family you are from?"

Fang Che said lightly: "It's embarrassing enough to come to this under the name of the Si family. Brothers, don't ask too much. "

The two laughed and showed understanding eyes.

Fang Che sighed and said, "Let's find a place to talk. Those three unlucky guys must have had a seizure, otherwise they wouldn't have been killed so quickly. This is a dangerous place."

"Okay!"

The two had the same idea.

So the three of them looked back every three steps, and walked away in fear, curiosity, and discussion...

After a while.

Fang Che sneaked and turned into a shadow and ran at a speed.

Holding a bag in his hand.

Dripping blood...

Finally.

"Tang Zheng! Go, record my merits!"

Fang Che came to the vicinity of the guard hall and naturally returned to his original appearance. He was very excited: "Two more, the bodies are over there... let them examine them."

"..."

Tang Zheng was stunned.

Why are you acting like selling cabbage?

Do it all at once?

As soon as he left the house, he went back with the two heads to record his achievements. The people from the Meritorious Service Department immediately came out and went to the place mentioned by Fang Che to verify.

Zhao Ying'er was walking in tiredly from outside. When she saw Fang Che, she suddenly burst into a sweet smile.

"Why did you come back so quickly?"

Zhao Yinger asked.

"I killed someone and came back to report my merits." Fang Che said with a smile.

"..." Zhao Ying'er suddenly became a little nervous: "You're not injured, are you?"

"How is that possible?" Fang Che smiled: "How can these devil cubs hurt me?"

"You have to be careful."

Zhao Ying'er said worriedly, then lowered her voice and said, "Our hall has lost four people today."

Fang Che sighed and said: "This is just the beginning. Those devil bastards who can't calm down will take action frequently, and these people are actually giving us benefits. As for those with a calm mind, they will settle down. Wait a while The first few days are the time when we really compete.”

"Yes." Zhao Yinger said with a sad look on her face: "Once they take root here, it will be even harder to find them. But they can still destroy it at any time..."

At this moment, someone hurriedly came to report: "The Baiyunzhou Inn has settled in foreigners, and the information has begun to be compiled."

Suddenly many people went to help.

Fang Che didn't go over.

He applied for the reference room.

"Let me take a look at where the branches of the major demon sects that were destroyed before are located."

…

afternoon.

Fang Che wandered around the street again. Sometimes when he felt a little sure, he would approach him mysteriously.

"…Which one is it from?"

I was called crazy eight times in one afternoon.

There were two more young men in front carrying luggage...

Fang Che then leaned over very naturally, as usual, in a calm and condescending tone.

He whispered to the two young men: "...Which family are they from?"

The two young men on the other side looked at each other and both smiled interestingly: "Fang is the school beauty from Baiyun Martial Arts Academy. Nice to meet you."

Fang Che hid his face and walked away.

I met my fifth grade senior...

This is so embarrassing.

…

After searching several times, I finally gave up on this method that had tasted sweetness.

Perhaps among the dozen or so groups of people I found, there are people who believe in solipsism, and there may not be only one group.

But the problem is that they disguise themselves so well that no flaws are revealed.

There was nothing Fang Che could do.

So I started practicing the Five Spirit Gu again: You can't even distinguish between your own people! What's the use of you!

Five Spirit Gu has accepted its fate.

It even slowly started to be regarded as a training method. As soon as Fang Che started practicing, the Five Spirit Gu actually started to cooperate...

…

"Another day has passed."

afternoon.

Behind Fang Che's seat in the deacon hall, Ren Chang shook his gray beard and let out a long sigh of relief.

And I don't have to be on duty tonight.

This old deacon named Ren Chang always said this when he was on duty every day: "Another day has passed."

But, those were normal times.

The tone of my voice that says this every day is full of relief. After get off work, you can rest, drink, and enjoy life.

But these days when I say this, my tone is completely different.

Full of a tone of survival after disaster.

It gives people a sense of joy of ‘living one more day’.

He stood up, walked out easily, and greeted people.

When he walked to Fang Che, he laughed and said, "Deacon Fang, why don't you show off?"

"Leave immediately."

"Then let's go."

Ren Changyou is over sixty years old. It is said that when he was practicing martial arts, he became obsessed with martial arts. He never rushed to the commander level and stayed at the ninth level of the general level.

Although he is a warrior, over the years, when his mentality was finally smoothed by reality, his hair had already turned gray.

Cultivation didn't seem to work on him.

Some of his peers, who are highly cultivated, even look like they are in their twenties now.

Ren Chang is the oldest-looking person in the entire deacon hall.

Fang Che smiled and secretly calculated his achievements.

Well, I added another five hundred.

Originally four thousand nine, now it is five thousand four hundred meritorious deeds!

It's okay.

He stood up and walked out with Ren Chang.

The remaining deacons on duty tonight all cast envious glances. For them, it would be fine if nothing happens this night. Once something happens, it will be a matter of life and death!

When they walked outside the door, the two cherished each other and parted ways.

Ren Chang squinted his eyes, looked at Fang Che's back, chuckled, and said, "Deacon Fang."

Fang Che turned around: "Senior Ren?"

Ren Chang smiled and said softly: "The flowers are blooming, so don't leave any regrets."

Fang Che was silent for a moment: "Thank you, senior, for reminding me."

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