In the ancient secret realm, no one knew what Yu Fusheng had, or had nothing to gain. However, since then, Yu Fusheng often came out of the sect to experience his experience, and every time he returned, his cultivation would inevitably improve.

Since ancient times, there has been a type of person whose talent is not shown in meditation and practice, but that he must go through the baptism of the battlefield and fight with others, he can be reborn step by step.

The senior management of the Sword Sect classified Yu Fusheng as this. Seeing that he became famous in the cultivation world to kill demons and eliminate demons, the group gradually turned their expectations to their eyes, and the high-quality resources in the sect began to tilt towards him.

Yu Fusheng's status in the Sword Sect has increased. In just a few years, he has gone from being the last place in the sect trial to becoming the first among his disciples of the same class. Even if he looks at the entire cultivation world, among the new generation of immortal disciples, no one can compare with him except Fang Zhongqing, who is too talented.

With the addition of the new disciples of the Sword Sect, Yu Fusheng walked into the sect and the eyes he received must be full of admiration and worship, just like looking at the pride of heaven.

Yu Fusheng got everything he had never dared to think about, became radiant and became the group of people who were out of reach in the past, but only he himself knew what the price was behind it.

After returning from Mangu Valley, he was plagued by nightmares every night.

Countless times, just close your eyes and you will return to the valley on a rainy night.

The Gu Diao tear off his flesh with his sharp bird's beak, and every part of his body was like a knife cutting it. The pain made him tremble all over and he had no choice but to escape.

The rain mixed with blood flowed in the mud.

He was just an extremely ordinary disciple. Facing the extremely ferocious monster, he had no resistance at all. The fear of being swallowed by the monster beast was like countless hands, gradually pulling him into a cold and dark place.

But this was not the end of the nightmare. It made him feel cold all over. Another figure woke up from his dream and was sweating in a cold sweat.

He also struggled in pain under the Gu Diao and felt the fear brought by the monsters, but Yu Fusheng became a bystander again, looking at the bloody boy, stretched out his hands, pulling out Gu Diao's legs tightly, preventing him from moving forward.

The boy raised his head, his face exactly like him, ferocious and distorted.

A pair of blood-covered black eyes shone out in the dim light in the forest.

"You dare to touch him-"

Yu Fusheng had never seen such a self. He was so strange that it was terrifying that he tried his best to avoid nightmares, but he had no other way to go out and stayed up. He tried his best to practice and tried his best to stop himself from becoming that way.

But some people always don’t let him do what he wants, and Xue Chuan is like this, constantly showing off Fang Zhongqing’s jade slips.

It seemed as if he was telling him over and over again that Fang Zhongqing and his identities were different. Even if Xue Chuan made a big mistake in Manyou Valley and attracted a beast, he would have his own unlucky person to take the blame for him. Just because he was the young sect leader, he could easily get close to Fang Zhongqing and be qualified to be with him.

Yu Fusheng entered the secret realm with him. In it, he was lucky enough to find a spell scroll, which was powerful, but it was just an evil magic.

When practicing evil magic, there is no way back once it starts. Yu Fusheng hesitates, but Xue Chuan soon finds that he has found an amazing treasure in the secret realm and makes trouble for him. Xue Chuan's cultivation is far better than him. In the blink of an eye, Yu Fusheng has no other way and practices an evil magic called blood technique.

Taking a drop of blood from the other party, even if you escape thousands of miles away, it can make the other party worse than death. Yu Fu's new and old hatreds will be calculated together, so that Xue Chuan will never be able to walk out of the secret realm alive.

Yu Fusheng felt very happy when he killed someone for the first time in his life. If someone was present, he would definitely see his scarlet eyes full of evil.

Yu Fusheng took Xue Chuan's jade slip, came out of the secret realm, stared at the word "Qing" on it alone, and crushed it for a while.

Things that are given to others do not need to be kept.

But the jade slip powder was sprinkled from his hands, and Yu Fusheng felt a little regretful. He might be able to contact Fang Zhongqing. This regret gradually made him return from a strange state.

Yu Fusheng stared at the powder on his hands, and suddenly his face turned pale.

He thought that he was obsessed with the spirit and practiced blood skills. Seeing Xue Chuan struggling in pain, he cried and begged for mercy, he could beg for mercy without any disturbances, and was so cruel that he was as cruel as a god of killing.

This perception made Yu Fusheng think of a pair of narrow eyes in the nightmare, with scarlet and violent expressions, and everyone was chilling when they saw it.

Gradually, Yu Fusheng became more and more entangled by nightmare. Sometimes when he woke up, he couldn't tell which one was the real world, as if he was permanently trapped in a rainy night in the valley.

In order to avoid nightmares, Yu Fusheng practices day and night.

But after a long time, he couldn't hold on. That was at that time, he began to send a message to Fang Zhongqing, thinking that perhaps the other party could no longer remember him, but the moment he received the reply from the letter, his heart couldn't stop thrilling.

Compared to the past where he had no other desire except to improve his cultivation, Yu Fusheng discovered that he wanted more and more things.

He began to stop repelling blood techniques, and even deliberately shuttled through the three realms to the ground, finding places where demon cultivators and monsters were used to practice blood techniques.

By practicing with these demon cultivators and monsters, we will continue to improve our cultivation and catch up with Fang Zhongqing.

Fang Zhongqing has always kept in touch with him. Unlike his experience outside, Fang Zhongqing doesn't like going out. He stays at Changyuan Peak for many years and rarely shows up. On weekdays, it is difficult for others to get close to except the leader of Qingling.

There are not many people on Changyuan Peak, which just facilitates Yu Fusheng, and he appears in the peak without knowing it.

That night, Fang Zhongqing came out of the Lingquan, put on his outer robe, and smelled a bloody smell floating out of the window. He raised his eyebrows slightly, looked for someone with his naked jade feet, leaving winding water marks on the wooden floor of the corridor.

At this point in time, it will not be the master, it can only be Yu Fusheng.

Fang Zhongqing thought to himself: It is probably because he is injured again.

He was used to meditation and practice, and Yu Fu lived a different life. He liked to fight with others outside. He was injured and had a daily life. He rarely had the smell of blood on his body.

Fang Zhongqing Yubai took off the storage bag with his hand, and looked around while thinking. After nothing unexpected happened, he saw the figure in the courtyard.

The boy stood under the steps, with blood staining the collars of his clothes red. I don’t know how long he had been waiting. His handsome face was half hidden in the darkness, his eyes closed, and his expression showed a little fatigue.

As if he noticed his arrival, his long and narrow eyes opened, revealing a look of joy: "Zhong Qing."

"Why are you injured again?" Fang Zhongqing walked down the steps and held the boy who had not grown taller for half a year.

The hand he held was very cold, exuding the coldness of the night. Fang Zhongqing frowned slightly, used his spiritual power to help Yu Fusheng warm up, and then took his hand into the room to apply medicine.

Yu Fusheng explained: "It's not a big deal to meet a demon general." In the demon world, the demon general's status is second only to the demon Lord. He faced him and fought fiercely.

Yu Fusheng untied his robe, exposed most of his shoulders, and lay on the couch with ease.

Fang Zhongqing looked at the bloody wound and applied some medicine to it.

If it were others, they would probably ask why Yu Fusheng didn't go back to the Sword Sect, didn't look for alchemists when he was injured, or told his fellow disciples, but Fang Zhongqing was uninterested in other words, but he was not interested in practicing, but he was not interested in others.

Therefore, when a person comes, he will apply medicine to him when he sees him being injured and never asks much.

But tonight, the place where the medicine was applied was too close to the heart, and Fang Zhongqing's gaze was slightly tilted, so he inevitably noticed an old scar, which was located at Yu Fusheng's heart.

He heard from his master that it was only a little short of the time that the beak of the Gu eagle had to penetrate Yu Fusheng's heart completely.

Fang Zhongqing was in the grass at that time, and was sleeping in a daze due to injury, but he vaguely remembered that the other party didn't even make a scream of pain.

Fang Zhongqing looked at the tired and exhausted face of the boy, and was stunned for a moment, saying, "Why do you have to fight? Isn't it good to stay in the sect to practice?"

Yu Fusheng lifted his eyelids and was silent for a moment: "This is the fastest way I can improve my cultivation."

He looked back at Fang Zhongqing.

The young man in white in front of him has been a pride of heaven since he was a child. He has never experienced any darkness. He does not know that even in the Immortal Sect, there are open and secret struggles everywhere, and competition among his disciples is surging undercurrents.

Yu Fusheng: "I don't like the sword sect today."

In the past, he was at the bottom of the Sword Sect and experienced all the warmth and warmth of human feelings. Those disciples with prominent identities, such as descendants of the sect leader, elders, and disciples of famous families, had a strong sense of superiority and was always born superior in the sect. Even if he made a mistake, some senior officials would escape punishment by committing favoritism and fraud.

Yu Fusheng doesn't like such a sect.

The Sword Sect he hoped was a place where the disciples lived in harmony, and the sect leader and elders treated them equally, rather than full of injustice, which was the same as the ordinary people.

Fang Zhongqing had never seen these things, and was born smooth sailing. Yu Fusheng was not jealous, but was very lucky.

In his cognition, Fang Zhongqing should be like this, not contaminated by the world, like a god, rather than rolling out of the dark mud like him, to find a light.

Yu Fusheng said: "One day, I will make the Sword Sect better, do you believe it?"

Fang Zhongqing said: "You want to be the sect leader."

Yu Fusheng nodded, Fang Zhongqing blinked, not understanding why some people wanted to be the sect leader, and they were all troublesome.

Regarding whether you believe it: "Does I believe it matter?"

Yu Fusheng stared at him and nodded again.

Fang Zhongqing thought for a moment, put away the medicine bottle, curled the corners of his lips slightly, and nodded.

Yu Fusheng's eyes lit up instantly.

After staying at Changyuan Peak for half an hour, the night was getting darker and Yu Fusheng left, he asked Fang Zhongqing if he wanted to go out for training with him.

Fang Zhongqing shook his head. He didn't like going out, and he would feel comfortable only when he stayed in the sect.

Yu Fusheng did not persuade him again. In fact, since he discovered that there was no one on Changyuan Peak, Fang Zhongqing was not familiar with Qingling, except for his master, and was very happy.

In this way, he will become Fang Zhongqing's closest person.

***

In a blink of an eye, the immortal sect exchange meeting in the world of cultivation has arrived.

The conference was held headlined by the three major immortal sects. On the one hand, it promotes the relationship between various sects in the cultivation world, and on the other hand, it is used to determine its position in the cultivation world in order to compete with the strength of disciples of various sects.

At the exchange meeting, no matter how big or small the sect in the cultivation world, there are disciples who shuttle through it.

Among them, the most eye-catching ones are the three major immortal sects, and among the various sects, the ones that are most discussed are Yu Fusheng and Fang Zhongqing.

In recent years, Fang Zhongqing rarely went out. The outside world only knew that there was a genius who had never been born in the Qingling Sect, and there was little else known. Yu Fu's life was different. He had been practicing in various places in the cultivation world all year round, and most of the disciples of various sects and sects recognized him.

As the conference approached, the moment Yu Fusheng stepped in, his eyes from all directions fell.

Then, I saw the one next to him, and a noise started.

I saw the young man walking into the field. He had just passed the crown and his black hair was tied up from the crown. His face disappeared from the teenager's face, and he changed to a clear outline, with a pair of narrow eyes, a high nose bridge, and extraordinary handsomeness.

His slender figure is in stark contrast to the other disciples of the Sword Sect here wearing uniform clothes, which is like a crane standing out from the crowd, and is indescribably dazzling.

The woman who walked with him was wearing a white long dress, tall figure, clear eyes, beautiful facial features, and a jade flute in her hand, with a cold temperament.

Many people recognized it and exclaimed: "It's Fairy Ranyue!"

Mu Ranyue was the disciple accepted by the Sword Sect leader not long ago. In the Sword Sect, which is mostly men, there are few female disciples, let alone such a beautiful female disciple. In addition, Mu Ranyue has good talent and soon became famous in the cultivation world.
To be continued...