I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

 ”That’s so, that’s really great.” Mr. Fu Qing exclaimed.

      Seeing the other party and a group of four people come and act together, the old Confucian actually changed his mind to speculation.

      Now that he has verified the guess, while he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he was also a little nervous.

      The Four Elephants Good Fortune Array is one of the treasures of Taiyimen Mountain.

      The Patriarch of their family wandered around, and the Taiyi Gate was still as stable as Mount Tai. In addition to the deterrence of the Patriarch himself who did not know when to come back, this battle was also a great contribution.

      Now that I heard that other old elders in Taiyimen were working together to refine magic weapons, Mr. Fu Qing couldn’t help but doubt that Taiyimen’s strength would be greatly increased when this magic weapon appeared.

      From this point of view, Taiyimen’s voice in the eastern heavens is likely to grow louder in the future.

      Doushi Academy also had to pay attention to this point.

      However, for the old Confucian himself, the most important issue at the moment is the real person Shaoqing, the real person Mingxuan and their four-image good fortune formation.

      On the positive side, with this battle, the odds of winning are greatly increased against Chang’an City in the Yanhuang Realm.

      Although Mr. Fu Qing felt that Chang’an should have more than two masters of the fifteenth level, rather than having masters of the sixteenth level, otherwise it would not have heard anything about it before.

      But even if Chang’an City really has 16th-level masters, with Taiyimen’s Four Elephants Good Fortune Array as the base, they can at least retreat with their whole body in the past.

      But as far as Mr. Fu Qing is concerned, the bad side is that he and Mr. Xin are two great scholars, and I am afraid that he will not be able to control the situation steadily in his own hands.

      Shaoqing is a real person, and they will be the leader by then.

      Although they are going to rescue the Muslims, the Muslims and Mr. Fang Cun, Yue Fengling, are trapped in the Yanhuang Realm together, which explains a lot of problems.

      The two of them lived very closely, even made friends, and frequented each other. Mr. Fu Qing had heard of this.

      The halal man went to the Yanhuang Realm with Mr. Fang Cun Yue Fengling, and maybe he was invited by Yue Fengling to help capture the Qi Yao Crystal Marrow.

      If real Shaoqing is waiting for the Taiyi Sect master to go with him, will he help Mr. Fang Cun because he supervises the Muslims?

      For Mr. Fu Qing, the ownership of the Qi Yao Crystal Marrow suddenly became unclear.

      He was silent on his face, but groaned secretly in his heart.

      Mr. Xin’s gaze looked to him.

      Mr. Xin didn’t care about Qi Yao crystal marrow.

      But this may involve him obtaining the Blood God Gu, so he had to respect Mr. Fu Qing’s decision.

      Old Julius thought about it, his expression unchanged, and looked at each other with Mr. Xin.

      When Mr. Xin saw this, he knew that the other party still refused to give up. He wanted to go to the Yanhuang Realm with Taiyimen and the Taoist heavenly monarchs, and then act by chance.

      Mr. Xin remained silent and focused on the opinions of the other party.

      After the Taoist and Confucian sides saw the ceremony, everyone should leave together for the Yanhuang World.

      Behind them, the dark universe fluctuated in the void, revealing the same pitch black, seemingly deeper thick ink.

      In the thick ink, a middle-aged woman watched Mr. Fu Qing and his party leave from a distance.

      She was thoughtful.

      Even the Taiyi Sect was also involved, and it seemed that things were more complicated than expected.

      She was about to continue to follow secretly, suddenly her expression moved slightly, and she turned to look in the other direction.

      As a Confucian sub-sage of the sixteenth realm, her spirit of agility is still higher than that of masters such as Mr. Xin, Shaoqing, Mingxuan, etc., and her ability to perceive and perceive is also better.

      In the distant void beyond the perception of the fifteenth realm master, she vaguely noticed that there seemed to be a more familiar power fluctuation.

      The blood of the martial artist…

      but it seemed to destroy the stars… the

      sharp edge…

      this feeling… the middle-aged woman looked serious.

      She turned her head and glanced in the direction where Mr. Fu Qing and others disappeared. After a little hesitation, she finally gave up secretly tracking, and instead looked for the past in another direction.

      After a while, she felt like ripples on the calm water surface.

      The source of the ripples was quickly locked by her, and then she went straight to the past.

      Close to a certain extent, the other party was shocked to realize her approach.

      She could feel the other party escaping quickly, but the speed was much slower than she expected.

      It seems that there is injury.

      The middle-aged woman was expressionless and chased at full speed.

      The opponent’s realm is lower than her, and she pursues with all her strength.

      Now that he was injured, he completely lost hope, and was soon overtaken by the middle-aged woman.

      A starlight quickly crossed the dark cosmic void.

      But suddenly stopped and disappeared.

      In the vast void, a thin man with a thin body and an appearance of about 30 years old, holding a halberd in his hands, staring indifferently at the Confucian sub-sage who intercepted him in front of him.

      ”Are you Fu Tianshu?” the middle-aged woman asked slowly.

      The thin man holding a halberd and his face pale and bloodless replied calmly: “Yes, who are you?” The

      woman looked at each other, “Big Dipper.” The

      thin man looked calmly: “I haven’t heard from the master, there is a sage level. Confucian friends.”

      ”It happened many years ago. The old man had received the blessing of the Big Dipper. He was very handsome and did not care, but the old man had to remember and had to report.” The

      middle-aged woman looked at the thin man up and down, feeling that the other party was very similar to his old friend. The martial arts artistic conception: “Why do you want to kill the master?”

      Fu Tianshu’s tone is calm and calm: “Beyond the master, defeat the master, this is the disciple, the greatest reward and respect to his old man.”

      The middle-aged woman stared at each other closely: “The teacher is not better than the disciple, and the disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher. This is not objection to the old one, but you killed Beidou’s life is another matter!”

      ”People from Confucian origin always like it. Do you have to win the other party if you want to be reasonable?”

      Fu Tianshu said indifferently: “You like reasoning so much. Haven’t you heard of the truth about the swords and guns? You know that if you want to defeat him, I must do my best to defeat him. Going, the victory or defeat is only between the first line, there is really no possibility of staying.”

      He raised his head slightly, and said after a pause: “So, I might be disrespectful to his old man, but if I am today, I am in good condition. Under the circumstances, it may indeed be possible to accept the mercy and not hurt his life, right? But the problem is, without the battle of the year, I would not be able to break through all the way to the present.” The

      middle-aged woman looked at each other for a long while, her face was originally Slightly angry, but then gradually returned to calm.

      But she was not convinced by Fu Tianshu.

      ”I am stubborn, full of evil ways, I still don’t know how to repent.” The

      middle-aged woman said slowly: “I haven’t seen news for many years, but I didn’t

      expect to meet today. It fits the old man to clear the door on behalf of Beidou.” Fu Tianshu said . He smiled faintly, without fear even if he was seriously injured, raised the halberd in his hand and pointed at the other person: “You have your reason, I have my way, what’s the use of saying then? It should be the truth under your hand.”