"Fighting doesn't depend on the number of people..."

Fang Ming laughed: "But you really didn't miss it today. If you really fight, that wave of people will suffer a lot!"

Jiang Nan almost rushed out in a hurry: "What should I do?"

"But they are definitely fine today!" Fang Ming smiled and said, "Because we two assisted punches, wouldn't it be better than thousands of troops? Haha...haha..."

The laughter spread from afar and actually got into the ears of everyone in the Yang family hall. Hao Haochang had just introduced to Yang Liuqing and his wife: "This is Master Tibetan Ling from Tibet..." When he heard this laughter, his face changed:

"What a deep inner strength..."

The Master Tibetan Ling, wearing a red cassock, spoke, "Did you have invited some experts to help you, why don't you ask me to come out together!"

Yang Liuqing and his wife looked at each other and were a little surprised. Yang Liuqing felt even more panicked and thought of someone coming: "It's the monster that poisonous handed beggar Jin Shiyi happened to be asking me for trouble at this time? That's really sad... However, this laughter doesn't look like the monster's weird laughter..."

Just as she was still surprised, a figure that looked like a big bird had swept over quickly and landed in the field, with someone around her.

"You are Jiangnan!"

Zou Jiangxia, the daughter of Yang Liuqing, cheered, walked to Jiangnan and said, "How did you know about this? Who is he?"

Jiang Nan laughed and said, "Didn't I tell you before? If you have something to do, please come to me! Now that you are fighting with someone, I have to come and help you! Even if I can't beat you, I'll find a helper!" Then he pointed at Fang Ming, stretched out his tongue, and made a face.

Zou Jiangxia covered her mouth and smiled, "You are such a weird person, and you brought another wonderful person here!"

Fang Ming asked with a smile: "How do girls know that I am a wonderful person?"

Zou Jiangxia said, "You took him with you and didn't leave, but you insisted on coming from heaven. Wouldn't you be a wonderful person?"

Looking back, I smiled and said a few more words to Jiangnan. The two children met again after a long separation, and they began to whisper in the audience.

Hao Haochang just heard Fang Ming's laughter, and knew that this person had a strong internal skills. He also saw that he had a bad reputation and thought he was a great enemy. Now that he saw Fang Ming being young, he was a little surprised and asked, "Your High name is a great name for the Yang family, but he came to help the Yang family with his boxing?"

Fang Ming smiled slightly and said, "I call Fang Ming, whose name is Fushui. In the past, I was loved by friends in the world and gave me the name "Eternal Evil Emperor"..."

"Where did the arrogant guy come from?" Before he finished speaking, Hao Haochang was so angry that he suddenly shouted.

Master Zangling thought about it and confirmed that he had never heard of the name of the Eternal Evil Emperor Fang. He immediately realized that the boy in front of him was deliberately looking for trouble.

They are all from the evil sect, and Fang Ming actually called himself the "Eternal Evil Emperor"! Isn't this going to be on their heads for generations? It is impossible to lose face when walking in the world.

Zou Jiangxia pulled Jiangnan's sleeve and asked secretly: "Is this man really an eternal evil emperor? I think he is just about the same age as us..."

Jiang Nan touched his head: "I just met him today, and he called himself a 'god slayman' at that time..."

"I have been fighting all over the world in the past, and I feel the loneliest of the world. I have lived in seclusion in the mountains and accompanied by wild animals. I have been unconsciously for more than 20 years. My skills are getting deeper and deeper, and I have reached the state of rejuvenation. At this time, the heart of dust moved slightly and entered the world again..."

Fang Ming sighed, looking heartbroken: "Who knows that you guys who are so incompetent, you are so incompetent, and are actually overwhelmed by Shaolin Wudang, Emei Qingcheng, and Tianshan Sect, which greatly compromises the style of our evil sect. I really can't stand it and have to come out and teach you a lesson!!!"

"What a big tone!"

Hao Haochang's nephew Hao Dasan next to him could no longer bear it, and he slashed at Fang Ming with a sword technique, "Sanyang Kaitai".

This is his specialty sword technique. Hao Dasan himself is also the top figure in the green forest on Shandong Road. This knife is really deep and ruthless, light and exquisite, and both are Hao Haochang and Master Zangling couldn't help but nod.

"You little boy, you are not worthy of fighting with me!"

Fang Ming shook his right hand slightly, and the machete in Hao Dasan's hand came to his hand for some reason.

This move was so fast and inconsistent that even Master Zangling could not see how he moved.

"Go back and practice for another fifty years! Alas... I am all the people in my mind like you. Could it be that God is going to kill me?"

Fang Ming shook his head and sighed. As the internal force passed, the machete broke in response to the sound.

"ah!"

Hao Dasan spent a lot of money to build this love knife, and he felt very distressed when he saw it, and then he shouted out in surprise.

It turned out that the five fingerprints on the half-cut knife on the ground were like a few points, leaving a clear trace as if it was pinched with mud.

"Charge iron into mud!" Hao Haochang screamed in a cold sweat.

Master Zangling is the number one master of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. He has mastered the master handprints. He left the palm prints on the stone pillar a few days ago. At this time, he felt a little worried. Even if he held an ordinary steel knife, his fingerprints left with all his strength would probably be vaguely compared to Fang Ming.

"Since you have invited such a master... we will..."

Hao Haochang originally wanted to say a few words in the scene, but he stopped when he spoke. Knowing that Fang Ming was here, he could not avenge his senior brother's great revenge no matter what, so he couldn't help but feel sad.

"etc……"

Fang Ming suddenly spoke and stopped him.

"Do you think I'm here to help the Yang family? I'm wrong! I just see that you two disciples are so unsuccessful, and you must come and teach you a lesson!"

Fang Ming stood in the field carelessly: "You two go together, let the ancestor ask you two so that they won't be embarrassed again in the future!"

Hao Haochang and Master Zangling looked at each other, and there was no way out at this time, so they could only end up together and said, "Please!"

Seeing Fang Ming’s skill is very good, they are really scared in their hearts, so they softened their words first.

Fang Ming laughed and said, "It's not bad, I have to give my ancestor a tip of one move. It's a blessing that many people can't ask for in the past..."

He naturally had the intention to come here. The first thing he wanted was to weigh his strength in the Yugongyuan of the Cloud Sea, so that he could have a foundation.

Master Zangling and Hao Haochang are first-class masters among the evil sects, and Jin Shiyi is even higher. He is just under those peerless orthodox masters who have been famous for a long time, and he is just used to measure himself, without any risks.

As soon as this sentence was said, even the clay man had a third of his aura. Master Zangling looked at Hao Haochang and suddenly rushed up, surrounding Fang Ming like a wind blew up on the ground, fists and feet were coming out, and it was extremely dangerous.

But no matter how vicious and cruel they took action, they were all resolved lightly by Fang Ming. The two figures were like tops, and they were turning around Fang Ming faster and faster. Everyone saw a red shadow and a black shadow roaring constantly under the moonlight, as fast as the wind, but they couldn't do anything to the teenager in the field.

After Hao Haochang spared a few circles, he suddenly let out a long roar, and his move slowed down. Each step seemed as heavy as a mountain, and there was a hint of white air above his head, leaving dozens of deep footprints on the ground, just in time for a walk to spare Fangming.

With such internal skills, the famous artists who came to help boxing were shocked. If they were to lose, they would probably have to lose.

"Do it!" Fang Ming looked at Hao Haochang and suddenly shouted.

Hao Haochang really fell to the ground as if he had no bones all over his body, sweating like pulp. The viewers knew that he was exhausted, and even if a child was on the way, he could easily take his life.

The competition of internal strength is the most dangerous, but Fang Ming can exhaust Haohaochang's internal breath without hurting him at all. This clever control is beyond the understanding of outsiders.

When Master Zangling saw that Hao Haochang was defeated, he suddenly reached out and pulled out two cymbals from his waist. The sound was shocking all over the field. A move of "double winds penetrated the ears" was like a two dragon coming out of the stream. The occasional touch of the cymbals was immediately deafening and the evil sounds were endless, which made the people present feel disgusted. He was even more shocked. Master Zangling's martial arts were even better than Hao Haochang.

"Lying down, too!"

Fang Ming let out a long roar, and several hand seals formed in his left hand, and he also slapped it out with a "big hand seal". The momentum was extremely terrifying, and it seemed even more authentic than Master Zangling.

The two cymbals of the man from the Tibetan spirit came out together and blocked his chest.

Click!

Suddenly, the cymbal was shattered and Fang Ming paused his left hand and withdrew some strength. Master Zangling had already rolled out, his mouth and nose bleeding, and screamed: "You...how did you know our Tantric Kung Fu?"

"This ancestor is the ancestor of all evil. What is a mere handprint? "

Fang Ming said proudly that he automatically obtained the secrets of various martial arts sects in the martial arts foreign history, and the Western Regions Great Hand Seals are just one of them.

"Your Excellency is good at kung fu, and the eternal evil emperor is well-known!"

Master Zangling said miserably that this is his ill-intention and that he wanted to let the evil demons in the world come to Fang Ming's trouble.

Unfortunately, Fang Ming was worried that they would not come and was not afraid.

"Since you are defeated, I should control all life and death..."

Fang Ming said slowly, and suddenly came to Master Zangling, and a three-corpse brain magic pill had already popped into his mouth.

Master Zangling knew something was wrong, so he wanted to close his teeth, but a strong wind blew over, which made his chest tight, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and nose, swallowing the pills.

Fang Ming tapped him several large acupoints, making him unable to move. He could only wait for the medicine to melt and the three corpse insects were dormant.

"Don't worry... You just need to take one antidote every year to make you feel good!"

Fang Ming pulled out a roll of paper painting from Master Zangling's arms. Seeing that Master Zangling's eyes were so bloodless that he could not help. He knew that he was controlled by others at this time and that the other party's martial arts skills were far stronger than him, so it would be useless to fight any longer.

"As for you? You don't even have the qualifications to subdue the ancestor Baodan..."
Chapter completed!