Wu Sang'er had just done something bold with Fang Xing, and was also a little worried. He was hesitant to take Fang Xing to see the clan leader, but he didn't know what to say for a moment, so he had to take Fang Xing to his room first. Fang Xing was thinking about where the treasure house of Fusang Mountain was along the way. He didn't care whether to pay homage to the clan leader of the Jinwu clan, and let Wu Sang'er lead him forward.

When we arrived at an old palace pavilion on the cliff in the western part of Fusang Mountain, it was Wusanger's boudoir, and there were two long, beautiful rat spirits serving him. Wusanger asked them to cook tea, and then sighed and discussed the way to rescue the Dajinwu.

"It is unlikely to ask Sister Xian Ji for help. The most urgent task is to save my cousin. There are only a few ways to save my cousin: First, find a way to prove that his cousin was defiled and flattered. I think that those guys who hosted him that day must know something. Even the Red Scorpion Demon King cannot be separated from it. As long as you find a way to catch them, you will have the opportunity to ask for confessions and prove your cousin's innocence. The second point is to mediate through some relationships. As long as you can invite! No! Wrong! Touch a few influential figures in the demon court to speak, and there is still a lot of hope to release my cousin from the Abyss Prison. But think about it, what kind of big figures can you know by practicing alone? So we only have the first method. Who are you going to start checking and whether to make a plan..."

Xu Xu talked for a while, and saw Fang Xing seemingly absent-minded, he kicked him angrily: "What are you thinking?"

"I wonder where your treasure house is..."

Fang Xing replied casually, suddenly realized it and said angrily: "Dare you dare to kick me?"

Wusanger also stared at her eyes and said, "Are you trying to attack our Fusang Mountain Treasure House?"

"Uh... Just kidding. I just want to visit!"

Fang Xing realized that he had missed his mouth. He smiled and patted the gray on his butt and stood up: "Is there any food?"

Wu Sang'er was speechless and said, "My poor cousin is still suffering in the Black Abyss Prison, you are still thinking about eating!"

Fang Xing said: "If you don't have enough food, you can't figure out how to save it... I didn't eat enough on the platform, I'm all fucking fruit!"

Wu Sang'er was speechless, so she asked the mouse spirit to go to the kitchen to steal a lamb leg. This was cooked for the two rat spirits. After a while, she carried half a yellow sheep, but it was raw. There was a large piece of blood. Fang Xing didn't care. So Wu Sang blew a mouthful of the true flame of his life, set up a fire in the boudoir, roasted it bit by bit to cut it and eat it...

"I said, Jin Liuzi's cultivation is not very good in your demon clan, right? Your Jinwu clan will let it be locked up?"

While eating, Fang Xing asked while thinking.

Wu Sang'er sat down at some time, and ate barbecue indifferently. She sighed: "My cousin's strength and age are naturally outstanding. Many elders in the clan regard it as the hope for the rise of the Golden Crow clan, but he was taken directly and went directly to the Black Abyss Prison. Who can rescue it? Our Golden Crow lineage has a demon immortal order, which was left by the Golden Crown Ancestor, and can make a request to the demon court. However, some people say that this demon immortal order is the foundation of our Golden Crown clan and cannot be used casually. Besides... the Golden Crown clan has declined, and this time my cousin offended the Red Scorpion True Man and Hei Muling. Even if he really takes out the Demon Immortal Order, no one will sell us face..."

"This is, the down-and-out phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. Your ancestor has died for too long, who will pay attention to him..."

Fang Xing nodded, stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, and said, "Can you save him if you have ten elders say something?"

Wu Sanger nodded and said, "Yes, the ten elders of the Demon Court were jointly elected by various divisions of the demon clan. Each of them is respected and important. The one who imprisoned my cousin in the Heiyuan Prison was an elder who was rumored to have a close relationship with Heimuling. But after all, my cousin's affairs were not formally reviewed. In other words, if an elder could speak, he could naturally release it if another elder spoke, and he had to find a suitable reason. Otherwise, if it was difficult to convince the public, he would become a powerful force with Heimuling..."

"Well, what are the origins of those ten elders?"

"The ten elders, from different backgrounds, are all powerful people in my demon clan, and their cultivation is the peak of the Golden Pill, and their age is over 600 years old. As far as I know, one is from Qingqiu Mountain, and one is supported by Qingqiu Mountain. Another is from the Qingya Mountain lineage of the Dapeng clan. There are two others, who have risen since a small clan, but their cultivation is superb, and their achievements are magnificent... In addition, there is one from the lion clan, one from the ape clan, one from the carp clan, and one from the rat clan... The tenth man is a human clan, but he had a good relationship with my demon clan three thousand years ago. His clan has been developing in the demon land, and it is no different from the demon clan... In fact, he was the one who sent my cousin to the Heiyuan Prison. I heard that he has a very close relationship with Heimuling..."

"Hehe, there is also a good traitor..."

Fang Xing smiled, ignored it, and started to plot on his own.

While we were in the negotiations, we suddenly heard a voice outside the hall: "Is Sister Sang'er back?"

Wu Sang'er was shocked when she heard this voice. Her butt jumped up like a fire, and she was about to push Fang Xing's head under the bed. Fang Xing was furious and reached out to overturn her onto the bed, shouting: "What do you want to do?"

Wu Sang'er was almost crying, and Fang Xing's voice made her unable to hide it even if she wanted to.

Sure enough, the voice outside immediately shouted: "How could there be a man's voice?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a red rainbow fled into His Highness, but turned into a thin, sparse-haired and ugly young man. He turned and turned forward, and seemed to be a cripple. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Fang Xing squatting in front of the fire, his eyes were full of poisoning and shouted: "Where did the wild man come from? How dare he steal into Sister Sang'er's boudoir?"

With a loud shout, his thin right hand grabbed Fang Xing in the air and grabbed him.

However, a gravitational technique was used, and except for the flame in front of Fang Xing, there was no change at all.

Fang Xing glanced at him with a slanted look, thinking that you are a foundation building, and you also want to reach out and take me over? Dream!

The man was also shocked, staggered back a few steps, prepared to escape, and shouted: "Who are you?"

Fang Xing rolled his eyes and ignored him. He could endure it and not beat him up because he was in the Jinwu tribe, and it was hard to tell the difference between us and us.

Wu Sang'er quickly jumped up from the bed, stopped the man and Fang Xing quickly, and shouted: "Don't do it, don't do it, he was invited by me, Cousin Jin Liu's human friend, this time I came to discuss how to save Cousin Jin Liu... Yidian, don't look at his bad appearance, but if you have a Jindan cultivation level, you will suffer a loss when you fight with him..."

After hearing this, Fang Xing glared at Wu Sang'er with dissatisfaction, and really wanted to pinch her neck and let her explain what this "not looking very good" means. Even if the young master is not handsome and unparalleled, he is better than this ugly ghost!

"Jin Lianhua's friend?"

But the ugly man called "Yidian" glanced at the dark brown eyes, and he knew in his heart that he was not Fang Xing's opponent. His limping legs suddenly slowly retreated. After taking a few steps, he suddenly pulled back and flew out of the palace, and then turned into a thin and hairy crow, flying in the air and shouted: "Human race! Human race assassin sneaked into the tribe..."

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but his shouting was so strong that it spread throughout the vast clan.

"Why does he always do this!"

Wu Sang'er stomped her feet in hatred and wanted to fly out to stop it from shouting, but Fang Xing grabbed his hand and asked with a smile: "So the name of the dead crow is Jin Lianhua?... Haha, no wonder it has been reluctant to tell the young master what its real name is. When he asked anxiously, he said that his name is Jin Liuzi. It turned out that the great Jinwu actually gave such a sissy name, haha!"

Wu Sang'er was so amused and said, "At such a critical moment, why do you still care about this? Just now, that was my cousin, the only son of the third uncle of the patriarch, and he has always been accustomed to making trouble. I have to go and explain to the patriarch and the others..."

"Let him get it!"

Fang Xing disagreed. He was already calculating and did not take the attitude of the Golden Crow clan seriously.

The demon clan has a deep grudge between the human race. Thinking about the kindness they have given to Qingqiu Mountain, people betrayed them without hesitation. The Jin Crown clan did not expect them to care about their old love with the Da Jin Crow. After all, they can even betray the Da Jin Crown, who is deeply imprisoned, and why are they an outsider? After all, if you want a strong relationship, you have to rely on your interests.

I had already figured out this section in my heart, so I didn’t care much about the reactions of the Golden Crow clan, so let him do it!

Thinking of this, he continued to barbecue here, but Wu Sang'er hurriedly flew out. After a cup of tea, the voices of His Highness gradually became louder and noisy. There were four demon cultivators with the aura of golden elixir descending from the sky. One of them was younger, and the other three were all old. They seemed to have little life span, and their cultivation was not very deep, but they were only in the middle stage of golden elixir.

"Just inside, you go and see, right inside, the cultivator of the human race was actually brought directly into our tribe by Sister Sang'er. Isn't this absurdity? It's too much, Dad, elders, take him down..."

The bald crow was flying in the air, shouting at the top of his throat. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!