Chapter 2840: Worrying is really unnecessary?

  Chapter 2840 Worry is really superfluous?

  Of course he knows the identity of Gu Fenghua’s academic history. If it weren’t because Duan Qingyun’s background was too big, he wouldn’t really want to offend her.

  To say that Gu Fenghua has any secret method to improve cultivation, he might also believe that, after all, the foundation of an academy is there, but he never believes that this secret method can be used on a false heavenly sage.

If the false heavenly sages can also improve, the disciples of the strong ones in the Promise Holy Heaven will not have to work hard to suppress their cultivation, and wait for a good opportunity to break through the heavenly sage. In fact, as far as he knows, even many disciples of the emperor are stuck. On the threshold of Tiansheng, it is difficult to break through.

   "That's right." Hearing what he said, Zhuang Liangdong himself felt that worrying was a bit redundant.

"Lu Fangyuan is embracing the Buddha's feet temporarily, but the dead horse is a living doctor, don't care about him. You have to watch Gu Fenghua and the others in the past few days, as long as they take a half step out of the room, they will know it to me immediately." Said, and then solemnly ordered Zhuang Liangdong.

   "Oh?" Zhuang Liangdong let out a little puzzled.

"Lu Fangyuan has a cautious temper and will leave behind in everything. I am afraid that he will quietly let Gu Fenghua and others leave the Saint Emperor's Pavilion while we are not paying attention. That way, even if I defeat him as an elder three days later, I won't be able to. Explain to Duan Qingyun." Deng Juebao explained.

   "My lord is reasonable. I can't help but prevent this. I'll just stare at them." Zhuang Liangdong looked at him and walked out the door quickly.

  All his hopes now rest on Deng Juebao, but he does not want him to have any accidents.

   After Zhuang Liangdong left, Lu Fangyuan also sat down cross-legged and began to practice, but there was always a sardonic smile on his face.

  Losing Zhuang Liangdong can figure out that Lu Fangyuan still wants to improve the cultivation base of the pseudo-celestial saint, and then where he can improve. Three days later, the position of the fourth elder must be in his own pocket. As long as they don't let Gu Fenghua and the others slip out of the East Imperial Pavilion in advance, they can give Duan Qingyun a perfect explanation.

  As for Gu Fenghua's life and death, it doesn't matter to him. Presumably, even if you don’t die, your cultivation will be a waste of life, it is better to die!

In Gu Fenghua's room, Lu Fangyuan opened his eyes again.

  Healing sacred pill of Heavenly Rank Heavenly Grade, it really deserves its reputation. It is just a short time before his injury has been healed. At this time, his body is refreshed and light, and his physical condition is a little better than before the injury.

  "This technique is called Saint Soul Xuantian, and it is divided into two parts, one part is performed by you, and the other part is performed by me. You should take a good look first," Gu Fenghua said.

After receiving the mental method handed by Gu Fenghua, Lu Fangyuan carefully studied it several times, only to realize that although it was a bit mysterious, it was not too profound. Obviously, this Holy Soul Xuantian method is the most important and the most profound. Yes, it is still the part that Gu Fenghua will display.

   "Deacon Lu, if there are no problems, let's start." Gu Fenghua said to Lu Fangyuan.

   "There are Laogou girls, let's get started." Lu Fangyuan closed her eyes and focused, running her mind, making her own handprints.

  Divine Mind, as if being split by a long knife, one knife after another, the mind is in chaos, countless or long-lived, or fresh memories, flashing past the eyes, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false, and it is difficult to distinguish the false from the true.

  Sorrows and joys, joy, anger, sorrow and sorrow are coming, all kinds of emotions, sweets, bitters, and sorrows rush to my heart. In my mind, the memories of false and illusion become more and more blurred, and his mind gradually becomes chaotic.

  Gu Fenghua stared at Lu Fangyuan’s increasingly hollow and confused eyes, and made a few handprints, then slowly pointed a finger towards his eyebrows.

  ……

  Three days passed in a hurry, and early in the morning, outside the door of the always deserted Donghuang Pavilion, it was crowded with people.

  Although the Qi Dao Fa conference is about to be held, not everyone has the leisure to watch the excitement, but after hearing the rumors, many people still come to watch the excitement. By the way, they are also ready to cheer for Gu Fenghua when she does it.

In recent years, not many people have dared to offend Duan Qingyun, and even few people dared to do something with his disciples. Gu Fenghua not only killed his disciple, but also was notorious. Everyone wanted to get rid of him. The ancestor of Manshan Mountain. Everyone admires Gu Fenghua's courage, and at the same time is secretly curious.

  (End of this chapter)