Chapter 344 Big Liar

Carp Eagle Dream.

The Sen clan.

Here, the vitality is magnificent, the spiritual springs are gushing, and all kinds of clouds and rainbows are across the sky.

The rich spiritual energy turns into substantial starlight, brilliantly guiding.

Or it forms a blue lotus, or a star god, or a golden dragon...extremely luxurious.

And in the most core and magnificent palace complex, it is even more fairy-like, shining and colorful, like a fairyland.

"Ang~"

Beyond the clouds, a dragon suddenly roared.

Everyone looked up when they heard the sound.

Fang Yang was seen walking slowly from outside with a thousand-year-old peach wood sword on his waist.

He was wearing a black robe, with an upright posture and a peaceful expression.

His appearance was very brief, and it could even be said to be quite ordinary.

But the Sen clan members around him all stopped, raised their heads, and looked at his figure.

During this period of time, the atmosphere of the Sen clan gradually became heavy and serious.

A large part of the reason was that the Sen clan mistress and her daughter Sen Yuanyuan had a huge conflict.

The source of the conflict was the man walking on the bluestone street.

But no one expected that he would actually come back from the Wilderness Domain.

Moreover, he went straight to the Sen family residence alone!

What kind of courage is this?

"I heard that he created a series of killings in the Wilderness Domain, and even killed the third prince of Daxuan."

"Hiss~ This boy is so terrifying~"

"Who said it wasn't, the third prince of Daxuan is a young great saint, and he can still kill across the border."

"Yes, a very obvious fact is that he is also a young great saint!"

"Tsk, it's nonsense, but it's not just that. According to my expectation, he may even be in the realm of young venerables."

"Really, he has no one behind him, what can he do to suppress the Tianjiao of a region?"

"..."

Everyone talked and exclaimed.

Fang Yang's face was calm, and he was not moved by the noise on the left and right.

In front of him, several elders of the Sen family led him forward with cold faces and expressionless faces.

He also knew that because of Qing Rushang, these Sen clan elders were dissatisfied with him in their hearts.

Even many people might want to suppress him!

However, the commotion he made in the wilderness was too big, too big.

Except for the saints, no one dared to say that they could fight him.

Of course, perhaps the fierce and evil spirit on him also suppressed other discussions.

Overall, this time when he came to the Sen clan residence, he was ignored, but he was not deliberately embarrassed!

A quarter of an hour later.

Yin-Yang Dao Bamboo Forest.

Fang Yang walked slowly into it.

As soon as he entered, the divine light in his eyes surged.

Just because there was no Sen Yuanyuan here, only Sen Mu and Sen Sui Liu and other main lineage people.

"Sen Yuanyuan is not here?"

Fang Yang doubted, "Isn't she imprisoned?"

To be honest, he was not interested in Fang Nian's regret.

He just wanted to complete the task quickly and quickly obtain the inheritance of [Tai Chi Yin-Yang Diagram Vision].

But he also understood that you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

At this moment, he didn't see Sen Yuanyuan, and his mind was tense and gradually alert.

"I didn't expect that you would come back in two months." Sen's mother's eyes were complicated.

Sen's mother had a beautiful and decent appearance, wearing a light green moonlight skirt and a phoenix crown on her head, and she had an imposing majesty.

Beside her, Sen Suiliu was delicate and lovely.

Sen's mother looked down and glanced at the ten thousand year peach wood sword on Fang Yang's waist.

In an instant, her face turned cold: "Ten thousand year peach wood sword, haha, are you really going to be stubborn? Or is my Yuanyuan not worthy of you?"

"Absolutely not!" Fang Yang's voice fell to the ground, decisive.

Hearing this, Sen's mother sneered again and again.

Soon, she started talking to Fang Yang.

"No such words, then where do you put Yuanyuan?"

"I would like to take the moonlight and sunshine to add color to her clothes."

"Haha, what about Miss Rushang?"

"We are in harmony."

"Asshole! You are so presumptuous!!"

"So, I'm here."

"..."

Fang Yang and Sen's mother had a fierce conversation. Both sides used words as swords and rules as spears to start another battle without gunpowder.

Such a scene made the younger generation such as Sen Suiliu feel numb and panic.

Sen's mother always maintained a point of view that she could retreat, but correspondingly, her daughter Sen Yuanyuan must be the only one!

Fang Yang naturally refused. This dream adventure mission required him to make up for two major regrets.

If he was not careful, he would fail, which was what he didn't want to see.

In the end, the two sides were in a stalemate.

Everything can only be seen with hands!

If Fang Yang really passed the Seven Star Tower, everything would turn around.

If not, then at most he could only choose one of the two.

Whether from the perspective of the eldest daughter of the Sen family or from the perspective of her daughter, Mother Sen still firmly insisted that Sen Yuanyuan could only be his wife!

"Rules and constraints? Parental love? Family reputation?" Fang Yang felt something in his heart.

However, he had actually anticipated such a situation.

After all, at the beginning, he did not want to establish contact with Sen Hui because of this consideration.

Later, Sen Hui slowly walked into his heart.

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Just before rushing to the Seven Stars Tower, Fang Yang finally met Sen Yuanyuan.

Sen Yuanyuan was wearing a green palace skirt, her hair dancing lightly, and her slender body light.

She was clear and bright, like a fairy descending to the earth, transcending the world and not tainted by the dust.

At this moment, her face was a little haggard, and her bright eyes showed a sense of fatigue, which was really pitiful.

"You... are back..."

Her eyes suddenly brightened up, and her loneliness disappeared, as if she had come alive from an ink painting.

But when she saw the thousand-year-old peach wood sword on Fang Yang's waist, her footsteps paused slightly, and she stopped after a trot.

Fang Yang saw all this, but he pretended not to see it.

Fang Yang smiled lightly: "I'm back to fulfill my promise."

"Promise... you big liar, big liar... woo woo..." Sen Yuanyuan's eyes were red, tears flowed, and all the grievances of many days were poured out.

Sen Suiliu, who was behind Fang Yang, saw this and hurried over, hugged his sister Sen Yuanyuan, and comforted her sister.

A quarter of an hour later.

Fang Yang took a step and walked forward.

Under the gaze of Sen Yuanyuan, Sen Mu, Sen Sui Liu and others, he went straight to the Seven Star Tower.

The Seven Star Tower looks like a giant purple gold tower, with mottled Taoist patterns such as the Nine Nether Hell Dog, the Ancient Blue Lotus and the Pure White Crane.

Its tower is extremely high, as if it can connect the sky and the earth, giving people a sense of majesty.

"The Seven Star Tower is not easy to break through." Sen Sui Liu had a complicated expression on his face.

She hoped that Fang Yang would succeed in breaking through, but she didn't want Fang Yang to succeed in breaking through.

In general, her biggest hope is that her sister will not be injured again.

"He can kill the third prince of Daxuan, obviously, he has the strength of a young great sage."

Sen Mu's eyes were dim: "But ordinary young great sages can't completely break through the Seven Star Tower."

Sen Yuanyuan said nothing, just quietly watching the back of the figure going away.