"Black sand palm poison tempering seems to be a special skill. Is it only possible for the founder Kou Feng and his personal disciples?"

However, the news that Song Yujie finally revealed surprised Fang Yuan a little.

When his black sand palm first level was released, there was a corresponding message prompt, and later the venom was tempered naturally, just like instinct.

"This should be the role of the system? Let each martial arts be used to the limit and discover hidden abilities?"

At this time, there was too little evidence, so Fang Yuan could only guess this way.

"But now, we really should leave!"

He looked around.

Because he started a massacre, he killed two people one after another. The entire Song Mansion was in chaos, and cries came faintly from the back house. Many servants and maids opened the door and fled in scattered areas.

"This is too much noise and will attract others soon!"

Fang Yuan immediately gave up his plan to go to the back house to search for spoils, and slightly flipped through the corpses of Song Zhigao and Song Yujie, and got some fragments as spoils. He immediately didn't look at them, and quickly climbed over the wall to leave.

Before leaving, he set off a fire and watched the entire mansion that Song Zhigao had worked hard and saved to build was destroyed in the fire.

This is naturally not to vent anger, but to create chaos and attract everyone's attention and facilitate escape.

After all, when faced with this fire, once the government and others do not rescue it, when the fire spreads, half of the county may fall. How can this be done?

Black smoke spread and fires soared into the sky.

In the chaos in the county town, Fang Yuan walked out of the gate and disappeared into the dense forest next to the road.

He grew up in the mountains since childhood, and any dense forest was like walking on flat ground, completely erasing his traces.

"Have fun! It's so satisfying!"

After running for a long time, a stream appeared in front of him. Fang Yuan stepped forward, drank the spring water, took off his coat and hat, and burned it.

Amidst the raging flames, a poem from the dream world came to his mind for some reason:

"There are five thousand soldiers at night, and the secret command is clear. The narrow alleys and short soldiers are connected, and the killing is like grass without hearing the sound."
Chapter completed!