These cross-international organizations have always had their own strong interest demands.

Even, it can be regarded as a political group. Fang Yuan was very afraid after thinking about it for a moment.

"From the clan spirit just now... the Great Shang world is not very solid, it is... There are eight hundred princes around him, so how much room can there be for expansion? At this time, the jurisdiction of the Shang king cannot occupy even 300% of the world, right?"

In Fang Yuan's view, the Da Shang world at this time was just a large version of the Warring States Period.

"Address... Our king likes talents the most. This time we will definitely reward you well. After meeting the king, we will go to Caozi's sword hall to see it together. How about it?"

Meng Kuo's face was kind.

"No need... Please tell Fang Bo, I am a free and carefree person, and I have no intention of fame and fortune!"

Fang Yuan smiled and waved his hand: "Just leave now!"

He was a man from the sky. He was stupid and bowed to the Shang king, and he was just for the reward of a mere 's scholar'.

If you really break the ground and become a marquis, you might also consider it.

"Heizuka, leave!"

Fang Yuan left as soon as he said that, turned around and called Heizuka.

Heizuka grabbed two silver foxes and followed closely behind him.

"What?"

"Bold, relying on his unique skills, he dared to despise the king so much!"

"Reverse! Reverse!"

Meng Kuo wanted to persuade him again, but the other scholars and officials were so angry that they smoked and even prepared to stop him.

However, as soon as they approached Fang Yuan, a layer of fog appeared in front of them, obstructing their vision.

When the fog dissipated, Fang Yuan and the Black Tomb had disappeared without a trace.

"Don't take credit, just seek freedom?" Meng Kuo looked at this scene quietly and suddenly sighed: "It's such a strange person!"

But it was awesome that the other party was asked to come out again.

"Lord...where are we going now?"

Fang Yuantan was walking around the long street openly, but the Heizuo behind him hesitated and asked.

Although he is honest, he is not a fool.

This time Fang Yuan refused to meet the Shang King, and he had already deprived the Shang Dynasty. Maybe someone would report it later and send guards to arrest him.

Even if the troops are not sent to capture them, the master and servant will inevitably be unpopular in Shangyi and it will be difficult to survive.

"What are you worried about these things?" Fang Yuan glanced at his eyes: "How have I practiced your Taiyin Dharma recently?"

The so-called Taiyin Dharma is actually the technique that the Silver Fox sisters of the Demon Clan absorbed Yuehua to practice, and was transformed by Fang Yuan. They were guided by the ecstasy technique presented by the Black Tomb as the concept and recompiled it. The personal practice should be fine, of course, it is only theoretical.

"Ahem..."

When he mentioned this, Heizuka became a bitter face: "That method is difficult! And every night when facing Yue, I always feel cold and uncomfortable..."

"This is normal, just get through it!"

Fang Yuan replied with a smile, but that smile made Heizuka shudder unconsciously.

The master and servant kept walking, and came to a crowded place.

In the center of the crowd, there was a sword hall, and there was a high platform in front of them. The two of them were competing for swordsmanship.

The two people who competed with the sword looked like a young man, with a black shirt and a calm sword technique. The opponent was a strong man in his thirties. Although his sword moves were not good, they were powerful and as fast as lightning. It was obviously a sword technique for killing people in actual combat!

"Brother, what's wrong with this?"

Fang Yuan made a color, and Heizuka immediately stepped forward and asked.

"Sword Saint Cao Zi came to my Shangyi to open a museum to teach his disciples. This is his little disciple Can. Yanming, no matter which swordsman he can defeat his disciple, he can get one hundred gold!"

The father-in-law pointed to the pile of brilliant gold on the platform, and the old face seemed to shine: "Since yesterday, Can has lost 18 swordsmen in a row, and is extremely powerful. The challenger at this time is a tiger, who once killed a leopard, and is also a famous warrior in Shangyi."

when!

At this moment, the winner was decided on the stage.

Can, who was forced to the edge, suddenly stabbed a sword, and it was as fast as lightning, and the sound of wind and thunder came out, and the sword seemed to have an electric light.

puff!

Blood splashed, just a sword, the original warrior tiger screamed, one arm was bleeding, and the long sword fell to the ground.

"Give up!"

Can holds the sword and respects, and looks quite as handsome as a handsome young man.

"The little disciple of the Sword Saint Cao Zi?"

Fang Yuan yawned, but suddenly thought of the purple light and the sword he saw, and he immediately became scheming in his heart: "One of the three purple lights, is it Cao Qiu?"

Zi is just a kind of honorific title, the real name of the sword saint is still the word Cao Qiu!

As soon as he thought of this, he smiled and said, "Heizuo... Go and take this hundred gold as a resource for our travels around the world. Remember to use a sword!"

"promise!"

Heizuko said that his master had never said he wanted to travel all over the world, but at this time, he would naturally not talk too much in front of outsiders. He could only roll his eyes in his heart, and on the surface he still obeyed his orders and took the sword to the stage: "Heizuko from the Dongyi people, come and challenge!"

He looked vicious and had a murderous aura in every move, and no one around him dared to fight.

"please!"

At this time, Nacan also rested for a while and recovered his strength before Shi Shiran took the sword to the stage.

"snort!"

Kurotsuka snorted coldly, and a white air emerged from his nose, drawing swordsman Can directly.

He was rough and detailed. He could see clearly in the audience just now. He knew that if he only talked about swordsmanship, he might not be his opponent. If he wanted to win, he had to make a surprise plan!

Moreover, he still hasn't gotten away from his barbarian habits. Since it has begun, he will not care about the question of openness or preachingness.

"Hmm? Abnormal art?"

When Jianshi Can saw Bai Qi, he immediately retreated quickly and held the sword to protect himself.

Even so, he was stunned by the white aura. Heizuka took this opportunity to rush forward, hold the sword in both hands, and slashed with a sharp force, as if it was a thousand pounds.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, Swordsman Can's long sword broke and he fell off the platform.

"ah!"

The silence around him was as dead as a cloud viewer, and then he suddenly burst into chaos: "A strange technique! This is a strange person!"

"Swordsman Can is defeated!"

"A real hero!"

"I'm sorry that I'm too much..."

...

As he was talking, Heizuka stepped forward carelessly and grabbed the gold with his big hands.

Anyway, he is very thick-skinned and is not afraid of these rumors. When he leaves Shangyi, who else knows who his black tomb is?

"Ph! The hidden arrow hurts people, shameless!"

At this time, another person jumped up from the high platform, dressed in the same manner as Sword Can, with a sad and angry expression: "Do you dare to fight me Ang?"

"Hmph, I said before, as long as you defeat that kid, you can get a hundred gold. This hundred gold is my now, are you convinced?"

Kurotsuka looked in the stands and suddenly said loudly.

"We make a covenant first, and we are purely comparing swordsman!" Swordsman Ang retorted angrily.

"I just took it, wasn't it a sword?"

Heizuka's eyes rolled and he began to make a sophistry.

"you!"

The swordsman Ang's face turned bloody and he almost drew his sword to fight to the death.

At this time, people in the world are eager to be righteous and respect righteousness and prefer righteousness to livelihood. After being humiliated, they can only wash away their own blood or the enemy. It is even more common for them to draw a sword to face each other.

"Let's wait!"

At this time, a clear and wise voice suddenly rang: "This Black Tomb hero is right, Ang, you can give him a hundred gold coins and challenge him again!"

"promise!"

Hearing this voice, Ang, who was already angry, immediately calmed down and saluted respectfully to someone who walked out of the sword hall.

This man looks middle-aged, short and pretty, not amazing, wearing sackcloths, thick palm joints, and only has a pair of bright eyes. With this little bit, he has the finishing touch, turning everything ordinary into extraordinary.

"It's Cao Zi!"
To be continued...