Lin'an.

This is the imperial capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, where the dragon energy is located, all industries are prosperous and prosperous.

In the largest restaurant, Fang Ming was dressed in a mysterious clothes and jade crown, dressed as a Taoist. The Song Dynasty believed in Taoism. At this time, people around him looked in awe and dared not disturb him.

Suddenly, a girl with a sword walked to Fang Ming's table, picked up a bowl of wine and drank it all, and her behavior was quite generous.

"What? Have you reported your safety?"

Fang Ming couldn't help but ask with a smile when he saw Han Xiaoying's cheeks flushed and even more charming after drinking a large bowl of wine.

"I have tried my best to persuade the six brothers to go back, so don't worry about me..."

Speaking of the seven monsters in Jiangnan, Jinlan is in harmony. Now that the little sister has been kidnapped, how can the remaining six be willing to give up? Even though they know they are not Fang Ming's opponent, they still try their best to pursue it.

But they couldn't think of any way to rescue Han Xiaoying from Fang Ming's magic claws. They could only search for traces while posting hero posts for help. Ke Zhene even shouted that he would die at Fang Ming's hands together, which was completely clean.

Fang Ming treated Han Xiaoying with courtesy, so that she could come and go freely, and was not afraid of her running away. After all, she could run away and the monk could not run away. The seven monsters in Jiangnan and their family were all nearby, so she was not afraid of where Han Xiaoying could run away.

Han Xiaoying left a secret note to show her own safety, so that the six monsters following her could rest assured.

"Um!"

Fang Ming drank another bowl and smiled and said, "I exchanged the Yue Girl sword technique for your Yue Girl sword technique. This is a beautiful thing that many people in the martial arts world can't ask for, and you will definitely not lose..."

However, although the Yue Nu sword technique he improved has increased its power, it is like the ancestor who tampers with the Yue Goddess Sword. The Yue Nu sword is becoming more and more crooked, and it is a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the real magic sword. Needless to say, this is not to mention.

"snort……"

Han Xiaoying rolled her eyes, and saw the crowds of people outside, and she couldn't help but ask curiously: "What are you doing in Lin'an? Are there any martial arts masters living here?"

"That's it..."

Fang Ming smiled but did not answer, just drinking and eating vegetables. Han Xiaoying also sat down angrily, drinking and eating meat. His movements were clean and neat and refreshing, without any temptation of an ordinary little girl.

At this time, the restaurant was full of people. Han Xiaoying was a martial arts practitioner. She had a clever ear and eyes, and she kept talking.

Only one person heard: "Now that Prince Han is in power, he is really a big deal. No matter which official writes a letter, if the official does not indicate the words "Good to offer something" on the official document, Prince Han will not look at his documents at all. Even his doorman will call on the seventh-rank official and be powerful... Brother Huang, do you think if we can join his house, even if we are just a housekeeper, wouldn't it be a blessing to the ancestors... Haha... Haha..."

The eldest brother Huang said, "I was chopping wood on the mountain outside Kinmen that day, and I saw the prime minister bringing officials to the suburbs to have fun. I heard Han Tuozhou sigh, "The bamboo fence and thatched hut here is really a wonderful mountain scenery. It's a pity that there are fewer chickens crowing and dogs barking!" Shortly after he finished speaking, he suddenly barked in the grass."

Han Xiaoying smiled and thought that the dog was quite good at making fun of it.

The person next to him said, "Does even the dog know flattery?"

Brother Huang laughed: "Yes, I really know how to flatter. The dog barked for a while and was about to emerge from the grass. What kind of dog do you think is it? But it turns out that it is Lord Zhao, the dignified prefect of our Lin'an Prefecture!"

Everyone burst into laughter, but at first the man said, "Mr. Zhao is wearing a dog barking and is about to rise..." In his tone, he seemed to be quite envious.

At this time, the bartender came over to add wine and said with a wry smile: "My guests, you can do a small shop and a small business. Please give me some advice. Don't talk about state affairs, don't talk about state affairs..."

"snort!"

Han Xiaoying slapped the table in anger: "These people who are in trouble with the country and the people are in vain, and they actually occupy high positions. The nine towers of the Chongtang are all such talents. No wonder I, Dasong, can never beat Dashen..."

"I can't say anything. Although Han Tuozhou is not good at character and is greedy and incompetent, he is still a pro-war faction and dares to fight with the Jin people. If Shi Miyuan, the Minister of Rites of the Lord and the Lord, comes up, he will probably be even more humble and extremely poor..."

Fang Ming shook his head, got up to check out, left the restaurant, and came to a luxury mansion, next to the gate, there were soldiers guards, the gate was nine-level high, and the golden plaque had the words Han Mansion, which even the slaves were arrogant.

"Hey... Before Master Han's mansion, the idle people are waiting for a while, get out of here! Get out of here!"

A person with a black mole on his face and the housekeeper stopped when he saw Fang Ming and Han Xiaoying and immediately came out to drive him away.

"Hmph! The dog is dependent on the power of others!" Han Xiaoying cursed, and at the same time she was also secretly curious. Could it be that Fang Ming also couldn't stand the way that Prince Han was like this and wanted to beat him up and vent his anger?

"Immortal Heavenly Lord!"

Fang Ming was dressed up at this time and looked very sexy: "Fengxian in Xiaqingcheng, I came to see Han Tuozhou, please inform me..."

"How can you call my prime minister's name directly?"

The butler showed an impatient look on his face: "The Prime Minister is busy with all kinds of things, how could he come to see you, the Taoist in the mountains? Go quickly!"

Finally, he was frightened by Fang Ming's Taoist robe and did not dare to be too presumptuous.

"I'm afraid you can't help it!"

Fang Ming laughed loudly, reached out and pushed the butler rolled seven or eight times on the ground.

Fang Ming waved his sleeves and rushed straight towards the prime minister's mansion with a swagger.

"Reverse! Reverse!"

The rich servants and soldiers also shouted and rushed forward.

"Haha... Look at the thunder in my palm!"

Fang Ming breathed like a cow, his feet were like thunder, and he could step on the marble slab cracked in an instant, just like stepping on the turbulent steps. Suddenly, another loud shout was heard, and the joints of his body sounded together, and it was like thunder!

Rumble!

He stretched out his hand and saw a flash of white light. The slaves arrived all over the ground, their eyes turned pale, and their shit and urine were all out, and they couldn't help but be very scared.

Among the passers-by, only Han Xiaoying vaguely knew that Fang Ming was pretending to be a ghost with his extremely profound internal skills, but he could not see his intention at all.

"Reverse...reverse, use weapons..."

The butler got up, and although he was still scared, he remembered his own duties and immediately urged several soldiers to come forward.

The Song Dynasty was noble and noble, and even a prostitute or a girl dared to laugh at the famous general Di Qing. Han Tuozhou was a civil servant. Even if his housekeeper was much more noble than the thief-armed army, the young men had a bitter face, but the spear and big sword in their hands were slashed over without hesitation.

"Eight hundred years of refining Qi in the deep mountains, and one day, the flying sword takes the head!"

Fang Mingman whispered a long time, and suddenly opened his mouth and vomited. Everyone saw a white line flashing, astonishing as a dragon, and the spear and sword in the soldiers' hands broke in response.

"Fly! Flying Sword! He...he is the sword immortal!"

At this time, many strange novels were circulated. When the soldiers saw Fang Ming revealing this magical skill, they immediately linked him with the sword immortal who had been killed thousands of miles away. They were so scared that they turned around and ran away. Even the Xiangye Han couldn't even call him.

"Little... the little man has no eyes and cannot see the true body of the Sword Immortal. Don't blame the immortal! Don't blame him!"

The butler with a black mole suddenly rushed to Fang Ming and cried bitterly. The foolish man and wife watching even burned incense and kowtowed...

"Are you really a sword fairy?"

As a companion, Han Xiaoying was respectfully invited to the prime minister's mansion with Fang Ming. While waiting, she suddenly asked softly in Fang Ming's ear.

"The world is ignorant... I regard the 'sound' kung fu that makes it sound like a flying sword, why is the same for the female hero Han?"

The sound seemed to be right in my ears, but the servants on both sides suddenly realized it. Han Xiaoying was shocked again, and understood that Fang Ming was talking to her with excellent martial arts such as "Send the Message" and rolled his eyes in his heart: "It's not that your martial arts are too scary, and this hand can turn into myths and legends like "Send the Message to the Message"..."

Fang Ming's lungs are now extremely powerful. He gathers his breath together. As soon as he pronounces, the breath bursts out. A white light flashes, and it pokes people like a sword tip within three or five steps. It has extremely strong penetration, just like the flying sword of an ancient monk.

With his internal cultivation level at this time, he exhaled his breath, and others saw a white line flashing by, and it was invincible within three or five steps. If he took human life at will, he would naturally be worshipped as a sword immortal.

The previous bone sounds of thunder, stepping on the turbulent steps and fighting are naturally standard for pretending to be a god. If the emperor happened to fool him, he might even be able to get a national teacher or something.

As for the kind of killing people thousands of miles away, it is a myth. Perhaps the warrior above the broken has such power, but Fang Ming is still far from it.

"It turns out that Qingcheng Fengxian Jianxian arrived. I have never met you. I am rude..."

An old man with a clear face turned out from the inner hall, with three long whiskers and a strong sense of wealth and majesty on his body. Of course, it was undoubtedly Han Tuozhou and Prime Minister Han, but when he saw Fang Ming, he bowed and looked very confident about Fang Ming's identity.

It turned out that when he was listening to the servants' reports in the back hall, a very thin voice suddenly came into his ears and said something secret, but the servants and guards around him were not aware of it. Naturally, they knew that a master had come and was frightened by Fang Ming's "Sky Dun Sound Transmission" skill, and believed it without doubt.

"Well, Prime Minister, do you know that you are not long after your death!"

Fang Ming's words were astonishing as he looked like he was scary and was not worth his life.

"Bold!" The guards around him shouted, but were stopped by Han Tuozhou. He had excellent qi cultivation skills and his face remained unchanged: "Sir, please give me advice..."

"Well! I am the best auxiliary star pattern for my life, which is very beneficial to the Jiangnan dragon energy. Unfortunately, my life is invading Taiyin and there will be a collision between evil stars. The future is jealous, and there will be blood disasters within two years..."

This sentence made Han Tuozhou sweat in cold sweat, and suddenly remembered the two of them: "Although the official family trusts me quite a lot, Queen Yang in the harem has always held a grudge against me. Then Shi Miyuan is also a villain. He is a strong man, but he is a bad star? I have suffered a lot against Jin Xingbing in the past few years. If they wrinkle and attack..."

"You all go down!"

The guards saw Shi Miyuan's face change a few times, and suddenly gave an order.
Chapter completed!