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After listening to Fang Yu's story, Huaixu's eyes were filled with shock.

He originally thought that a strong man like Fang Yu would have been going well from the beginning of his growth to the present.

Even if you encounter any setbacks, they are only short-term and can be easily solved.

But unexpectedly, Fang Yu suffered the pain of destroying the sect back then!

This kind of pain has never been encountered by Huaixu and cannot be empathized with.

He could only see from the cold murderous intent on Fang Yu's face how great the impact this incident had on Fang Yu.

"So, what do you think now should I do?" Fang Yu looked at Huaixu and asked.

Huaixu glanced at the documents in Fang Yu's hand, shook his head, and said apologetically: "Brother Fang, forgive me...I can't provide you with advice."

"It's okay, just treat this incident as it happened to you. Which method would you choose?" Fang Yu asked.

"I... should ask them to rebuild the Zi Yan Palace and then destroy the sect... Let them experience the pain of being destroyed by the sect again." Huaixu said hesitantly.

At this age of Huaixu, he no longer has the intention to kill.

But after he impersonated himself as Fang Yu's identity, what he thought of... was by no means kindness.

What the Zi Yan Palace does is worthy of the ultimate revenge.

"Then do it." Fang Yu put the permission on Huaixu's table and said, "You send this permission to Wen'an Martial Arts Association and let them inform the remnants of the Purple Flame Palace that they can establish a sect."

"Okay." Huaixu took the permit document and said.

"Tell me immediately once their sect is established." Fang Yu said.

"Well, I will send someone to pay attention." Huaixu said.

Fang Yu nodded and lowered his head to pour himself a cup of tea.

Although it is difficult to endure the anger, Fang Yu is willing to do so in order to cause the most extreme pain to the remnants of the Purple Flame Palace.

The sins committed by the Zi Yan Palace were too cheap for them to kill them.

Let them rebuild the Zi Yan Palace and destroy the sect again in the way that year.

This time, Fang Yu will give them the heaviest blow and the deepest fear.

...

After sitting for a while, Huaixu said, "Brother Fang, I will officially return to the front of the stage tomorrow."

"Not bad." Fang Yu nodded and said, "Now the Martial Arts Association is in chaos, so you should come forward and take care of it."

"I don't care about the internal borers. The key is the semi-spirited race..." Huaixu said.

"By the way, I just remembered that last evening, the half-spirit clan found my house directly." Fang Yu said.

"They are so brave?" Huaixu's face changed slightly and he asked.

"Just just a few puppets, I killed them with one palm, but the people who controlled them left me a few words." Fang Yu said.

"What did you say?" Huaixu asked.

"It's nothing, it's just boring and ruthless words like wanting to die." Fang Yu said, "I can't track his position through this sound transmission, so there's no follow-up."

Huaixu's face was solemn, thinking about something.

"They should send someone to find me soon. At that time, I will try my best to collect more information." Fang Yu said.

"Brother Fang, if they really come to you, you must notify me." Huaixu said with a serious expression, "I must understand what kind of people they are, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with."

"Yes." Fang Yu replied.

...

Fang Yu left Yinlin Villa and wandered on the street.

He must take a walk now, otherwise the anger in his chest would not be able to dissipate.

Back to the central area of ​​Beidu, there is a historic street called Hengtong Ancient Street.

This street has a history of thousands of years and is full of pedestrians.

What attracts pedestrians is not the history of this street, but also because of the stalls here.

On both sides of this street, there are various stalls and items sold on the stalls come from various regions and are often rare and special items.

Fang Yu walked forward in the crowded crowd, looking at the stalls on both sides from time to time.

Most stalls sell small accessories or souvenirs without snacks.

"I came to the wrong place." Fang Yu shook his head slightly and accelerated his pace to move forward.

There are many tourists on this street, and there are people stopping in front of almost every stall.

After Fang Yu walked forward for a long distance, he suddenly saw a stall that no one cared about.

On this stall, there is an irregularly shaped item, which seems to be an ordinary stone.

The person who set up a stall is a boy who looks underage.

Although it was winter, he was still wearing only a thin short sleeve, holding his feet, and was skinny.

"Child, what are you selling?" Before Fang Yu could walk up, a bald middle-aged man holding the child walked to the stall and asked.

"This is the red dust fruit in the northwest suburbs of our country, very rare..." The boy immediately introduced when he saw someone coming to ask.

"You mean, is this fruit?" The bald man opened his eyes wide and looked at the stone-like items below.

"Yes, this is the red dust fruit. It is only wild and cannot be planted... In our area, one is produced a year!"

Before the boy finished speaking, the bald man held the child and left.

The boy sighed disappointed and lowered his head.

Fang Yu walked forward, squatted down, picked up a red dust fruit, and pinched it slightly.

You can really feel that it is soft inside.

But it is really hard to see from the outside.

Fang Yu had never heard of the name Red Dust Fruit before.

"You just said that only one fruit grows a year?" Fang Yu asked.

When the boy heard the sound, he immediately raised his head. Seeing Fang Yu playing with the Red Dust Fruit, he immediately nodded and said, "Well, there is only one in a year."

"One one a year, why did it fall into your hands?" Fang Yu asked with a raised brow.

"It's really only one! I didn't lie." The boy said excitedly, "The reason it's all in my hands is that only our family has the Red Dust Fruit Tree..."

"You just said it was a Northwest feature. Since it was a feature, how could only be there at your home?" Fang Yu asked again.

The boy looked up at Fang Yu, and his dark face looked hesitant, but he quickly became firm.

"Before my grandfather passed away, he often told me a story repeatedly..."

"When my grandfather was young, he met a monk in rags. The monk passed by his doorstep and asked him for water and food. At that time, his grandfather was very poor and had a barren wall. But when he saw that the monk was so pitiful, he took out the only piece of cake left and handed it to the monk."

"A monk wanted to thank my grandfather when he ate this cake and became a disciple. He took out a seed from his pocket and handed it to my grandfather."

"The monk said that if you cultivate this seed and grow up, your grandfather's life will be changed drastically..."

Hearing this, Fang Yu asked, "Then has your grandfather's life changed?"

The boy shook his head and said sadly: "My grandfather remembers the words of the monk throughout his life and has always watered these seeds, but decades have passed, it just doesn't grow... It was not until my grandfather passed away a year ago that this seed began to grow."

"It was not until last month that this tree grew a fruit. I picked the red dust fruit and wanted to take it out and sell it..."

"I thought that many people would know about the Red Dust Fruit here in Beidu..."

After hearing the boy's words, Fang Yu frowned slightly and looked at the fruit in his hand that looked like a stone.

Assuming that what the boy said is true, then this so-called red dust fruit is really not simple.

The growth cycle alone is comparable to some medicinal materials.

But from the outside, I can't see anything.

The fruit did not emit a strange aura.

What exactly is this?

"Brother, do you want to buy it?" the boy asked expectantly, "I want to sell this fruit, so my parents don't have to work so hard to earn tuition for me."

"How much?" Fang Yu asked.

"Two thousand." said the boy.

"You are too expensive, an apple is only two yuan, and you are just increasing by a thousand times." Fang Yu raised his brow and said.

"Then, that's one thousand five! Or one thousand!" The boy seemed afraid that Fang Yu would not buy it, and hurriedly said.

Fang Yu smiled and took out a gem as big as a thumb and glowed with purple light from the storage space of the Ethereal Ring.

"I don't have cash, so I'll use this gem instead. It's worth more than 2,000 yuan. If you take this gem home and hand it over to your parents, your parents should be able to find a place to exchange it for cash." Fang Yu said.

"Okay!" The boy took the gem from Fang Yu's hand and his eyes shone.

Fang Yu stood up with the so-called Red Dust Fruit.

"Keep that gem in hand and don't lose it." Fang Yu said to the boy.

"Okay, thank you brother." The boy stood up and bowed to Fang Yu, and quickly rolled up the stall.

Fang Yu turned around and left, while walking, observing the red dust fruit in his hand.

"bass!"

After walking a few steps, a ray of light suddenly flashed across the red dust fruit like a stone in his hand!
Chapter completed!