On this day, there was a silence in the cave.

A small cave was opened high above the inner wall of the cave. Fang Junmei was wearing white clothes and sat upright in the small cave. The tip of the sword was traction in the void, as if he was practicing something, but there was no light and shadow. Only the waves around him were swaying slightly.

The nine-type way of heaven and earth is still blocked.

But he can also figure out the space. In the eighteenth level of hell, he has accumulated a lot of combat experience and insights, and in the inheritance of the Qing Emperor, there are several space swords suitable for the ultimate period, which is enough for him to create something new.

All he needs is time.

As for his magic power, it was obviously much stronger. The pill sent by Shanlong at least saved him from the cultivation of ten thousand years, and it was the cultivation of ten thousand years under the use of the Zhoutian sword pattern.

...

Twist -

The sound of footsteps came from outside the cave, and another figure walked in.

He is more than six feet tall, with an ordinary figure and wearing white clothes. The style of the white clothes is obviously modified by Fang Junmei's clothes. When worn on her, she is still a little wide and big.

The appearance of a young man has prominent eyebrows and protruding cheekbones, which is obviously different from that of the human race.

This young man is the child. He has grown up too much now, and there are still the black and ugly spirits of the Poison Shadow Evil Spirit between his eyebrows and eyes, but there are too many ferocious spirits and evil spirits. He is obviously taller than the average Poison Shadow Evil Spirit.

On the shoulders of the boy, carrying a heavy wild boar two or three times larger than him, was walking very calmly, and behind him were seven strong and mighty leopards, looking a bit majestic and majestic.

Bang!

"Uncle, I'm back! Today I've beaten a big guy, enough for them to eat several meals."

The boy let out a loud bang and put down the wild boar.

Looking at the direction of Fang Junmei, he said with a proud smile, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth, which is more like the human race, and the words are also the words of the human race.

Fang Junmei opened her eyes, looked at him, and nodded slightly.

"Remember, you grew up drinking their mother's milk. The grace of water will be repaid with a spring of water. This is also practice."

"I know, uncle, you have read it many times."

The boy replied impatiently, full of childishness.

...

Fang Jun smiled slightly, not caring about it, and he also said in this tone when he thought of the lightning that year.

After living with this child for a long time, he should have a title. After thinking about it, Fang Jun asked him to call him uncle.

When he was hunted by Huangfu Sheng and the others, he never thought that there would be what he is today.

...

"Bak the meat and feed them, and you should practice earlier."

Fang Junmei said another sentence.

The young man did not answer, put away his smile on his face, looked at him with a very complicated expression, with some expectation and some uneasiness.

"Uncle, you forgot something. You said that when I was sixteen, I would tell me where my mother is and where my father is."

The boy said.
Chapter completed!