The moment this name was spoken from his mouth.

  Zhang Butou was stunned, and his mind was still a bit dizzy.

  As he gradually came to, his bearded face was quickly shrouded in horror.

  Similar to Haruka Ayase.

  In the Jianghu, this is also a name that exists only in rumors.

  A pair of fleshy palms can subdue mountains and rivers, the demons who died under their feet are enough to pile up a mountain of flesh, they were valued by the General of Qingzhou and taken as a closed-door disciple, learning the unparalleled skills.

  So...

  Such a person comes to visit and brings only a few oranges.

  Although Zhang Tuhou was confident, he wouldnt have thought that the other person would be looking for him. He awkwardly said: "Reporting to Master Runner, this humble one is only temporarily residing here, the master of the house has gone out."

  "Where did he go?" Fang Heng suppressed his impatience.

  "He...". Zhang butcher smacked his lips and pointed towards the gate: "Look, hes back with food."

  Fang Heng turned around and looked over.

  Only saw a young man in a black shirt with a sword at his waist, carrying two food boxes, walking slowly into the courtyard.

  Not only was his body unscathed, but his eyes were clear and deep, and the cloud patterns on his sleeves had transformed into two stripes.

  "Mr. Shen, someone is looking for you!"

  Zhang Butou suddenly shouted loudly, no matter whether they came to visit relatives or to cause trouble, at least give the other party some time to react.

  But it shouldnt be looking for trouble...

  If its really like that, Im afraid Ill have to lie down here today.

  Shen Yi was slightly stunned.

  He had actually sensed Fang Hengs presence early on, but hadnt expected him to be carrying something.

  Walked into the house at a steady pace.

  "Anything wrong?"

  Shen Yi felt that it should have been made very clear last time.

  There is no relationship between the two people, nor can it be said that there is any grudge or hatred.

  “……”

  Zhang Tutu secretly worried that when he was in Baiyun County, Shen Yi was a person who didnt care about anything. How could it be that after coming to Qingzhou, he still had this lukewarm expression?

  If I can get a chance to get close to Fang Heng, then this Qingfeng Mountain Jiaos demon case will be settled.

  With their skills, a simple command can turn danger into safety.

  "Ah."

  Fang Heng took a deep breath and handed the things he brought to Zhang Tuhous hands.

  He narrowed his eyes and struggled to find the right words, then cupped his hands and said: "Ive made inquiries, youre Li Xinhans person from Baiyun County."

  "Huh?" Shen Yi didnt quite understand.

  "You dont know Qingzhou very well, and he has been whispering in your ear, its not your fault, I was too rash."

  Between words, Fang Heng slightly bowed his head: "Today I came, one is to resolve the misunderstanding, and express my apologies."

  At this point, the butcher couldnt help but open his big mouth.

  Even breathing stagnated for a moment.

  Apologize?

  Shen Yi glanced sideways and noticed that the other persons body was gradually tensing up and trembling, and couldnt help but let out a slight sigh.

  Indeed.

  Fang Heng stood up straight again, his palms apart and his five fingers clenched tightly, slowly exhaling a mouthful of turbid air.

  Elder White should have finished handing over all matters.

  His eyes flashed with a fierce light: "Secondly, to make up for past mistakes, Ill take you back. If you still refuse, then I can only resort to force, and after we return, we can apologize again."

  In an instant, a surging breath rapidly spread out, even the air became scorching hot.

  Grass.

  Zhang Butou shut his mouth, his face looked strange, well, hes still looking for trouble!

  His whole body was stiff, but he still tried hard to reach his palm behind his waist.

  I took a sideways glance and felt speechless. Ever since I got to know Shen Yi, the troubles on her had never stopped, and each time was bigger than the last.

  Previously, I could still lend a hand on the side, but this time... even if I risk my life, its hard to stop the enemy from advancing.

  Finally, the familiar voice echoed in his ears.

  Not only was there no panic as imagined, but instead a few casualness.

  "No need, just say so next time you want to fight."

  Shen Yi gently placed the lunchbox on the table and stood with her hands hanging down.

  The completely unguarded appearance made Fang Hengs eyes take on a slightly unusual look, and he immediately self-deprecatingly laughed: "Reputation is indeed something that once lost, its very hard to pick up again."

  Before his words had fallen, he had transformed into a residual shadow and disappeared on the spot.

  This time, he wont hold back anymore and must personally take back what was lost.

  A thick and heavy aura belonging to the Jade Liquid Realms middle stage swept through the house, making it hard for people to breathe!

  "I thought my last big mistake would have taught you a lesson."

  Fang Heng appeared behind Shen Yi, his eyes calm as an ancient well, the twisted muscle lines containing a terrifying force.

  Seize the moment, capture the dragon!

  "Dont worry, Bai Shixiongs skills are very good, it just hurts a bit, which is good for remembering the lesson."

  In his eyes, the dense network of veins on Shen Yis body suddenly appeared.

  Go all out!

  Fang Hengs palms grasped boundless momentum, and with a loud crash, he struck out!

  Shen Yi slightly turned around, an action that was identical to Fang Hengs, yet far more natural and effortless.

  The speed is not particularly fast, its just slightly faster than the opponent.

  In the blink of an eye, his fingertips landed on Fang Hengs two arms ahead of time, and then transformed into a fist, with a plain and unadorned Pai Yun Changquan printed on his chest.

  Boom!

  With a dull thud, Fang Heng was knocked flying and rolled several times on the ground.

  Both hands hung weakly at his sides, trembling slightly.

  Everything happened between the spark and the stone, without leaving him any chance to react.

  Fang Heng lay quietly on the ground, swallowing the sweetness in his mouth, his eyes staring blankly at the sky, lost in thought: "..."

  Inside the house.

  Shen Yi adjusted her collar and sat down at the table, opening the food box and taking out two pairs of chopsticks. She handed one pair to Zhang Butou: "Lets eat."

  The big beard looked outside, then at Shen Yi, and finally his gaze fell on the chopsticks in his hand.

  The five senses gradually became distorted.

  Tugged at his beard with force.

  He stared with wide eyes and racked his brain for a reasonable explanation for what was before him.

  Either Fang Heng is not Fang Heng, or Shen Yi is not Shen Yi.

  "Get me an orange."

  "Oh."

  Zhang Tutous train of thought was interrupted, and he silently handed over the things.

  Suddenly remembered what Chen Ji had said before.

  For someone like him, nothing is surprising.

  “……”

  Shen Yi peeled an orange and glanced at Fang Heng in the courtyard with his spare vision.

  Since the other party said someone could cure it, this time Ill make a slightly heavier move. At least for two months, dont even think about moving.

  This martial lunatic, if you dont teach him a lesson now, hell cause even more trouble later on.

  After being nourished by Jade Dew all over his body, it was not only an increase in his breaths depth, but a comprehensive upgrade, plus the blessing of Jiaomos power.

  In Shen Yis eyes now, Fang Hengs speed is slow and his strength is small. Even the moves are the most familiar ones to him, and its already very difficult for him to have any chance of winning against himself.

  Come to Zhēn Mó Sī is for killing demons.

  Always wanting to lock myself in that yard, whats the point?

  Really being haunted by a vengeful spirit, when the time comes, you wont even know how to cry.

  A moment later.

  Fang Heng struggled to his feet with a blank expression, spat out the blood foam in his mouth, and walked into the house with his hands hanging down.

  He sat down at the table: "I dont understand."

  "I also cant figure it out." Zhang Tuhou looked at him with deep sympathy, picked up a chicken leg: "Whats wrong with your hand? Want to eat?"

  Fang Heng opened his mouth and took a bite of the chicken leg handed over by the other party, chewing hard.

  Shen Yi picked up a chopstick of green vegetables, accompanied by rice grains, and slowly chewed while looking at him: "Dont you go treat your injury?"

  "I cant go today."

  Fang Heng remembered White Shixiongs reminder as he was about to leave, got up and walked towards the next room: "Ill sleep for a night and leave tomorrow."

  The back figure is somewhat desolate.

  As he reached the door, he suddenly turned his head slightly back, his face flushing: "Do you think what I said earlier was ridiculous?"

  Shen Yi put down his chopsticks: "It wont work, youre all geniuses, and geniuses are a bit arrogant, its normal."

  "Are you not a genius, why dont you have an air of pride?" A look of puzzlement flashed across Fang Hengs face.

  "Of course Im not." Shen Yi stretched lazily. What genius in the world needs to spend thirty years learning the Fuyao Sword Technique?

  “……”

  Upon hearing this, Fang Heng fell silent for a long time, and his expression gradually became more respectful.

  In the eyes of those who are truly talented, this group of people is nothing but a bunch of arrogant and ignorant fools who dont know humility.

  "If I had been born a decade or so earlier, I would have already had a school of my own and would be honored to call you Master."

  He left with these words and went next door with his hands hanging down.

  Only Shen Yi was left, slightly bewildered, and after a moment of contemplation, he finally reacted... the other person seemed to have misunderstood his intention.