Time is like water, and it flows slowly in three months without realizing it.》

"As soon as you go, you will become an immortal... The Taoist method of breathing, inner and outer elixirs, is indeed infinitely exquisite and helpful to me..."

In the Quanzhen Sect Sutra Pavilion, Fang Ming put down the ancient books in his hand and suddenly took a breath at Yuese.

Suck! Suck!

His breath was so long that his muscles and muscles on his body were trembling constantly, making the sound of scales touching.

If outsiders hear it, they may think that there is a giant python hidden on his body. At this time, they are sucking and spitting the inner elixir on the moon and polishing and practicing!

"Taoism has been practicing health care, and the things I have been exploring for hundreds or thousands of years are much richer than I think about it alone..."

Fang Ming seemed to swallow an egg in his mouth, which raised slightly, and the bulge went down his throat, from his throat to his dantian, making a rumbling sound.

The sound was like thunder, as if another huge toad or bull was contained in his belly.

"I have already achieved all the Daomen Northern Sect, but it's a pity that I don't have innate skills..."

Fang Ming still wanted to see Wang Chongyang's kung fu, which was known as the invincible skill of fighting all over the world. However, Wang Chongyang went too early and did not even leave a legacy in the Quanzhen Sect.

"It's because of Yideng Duan Zhixing, he has the mantra of innate skills, so it's not difficult for him to hand it over..."

At that time, Wang Chongyang was afraid that the Western poisoning could not be controlled, so he once brought Zhou Botong to Dali to pass on his innate skills to Duan Zhixing, which led to a mess of trouble between Zhou Botong and Yinggu.

Duan Zhixing did not seem to have performed very well after obtaining the innate skills. After practicing hard for decades, he was still similar to the other four great masters in the end, which really made Fang Ming a little confused.

"Either Yideng has already extinguished his mind of martial arts after becoming a monk, or he is the Buddhist sect and has not had enough understanding of Taoist true scriptures..."

Fang Ming stood up and pushed the door open.

The seven Taoist priests outside had been waiting for a long time. Basically, in the past three months, they were still staying outside without leaving.

"The breeze and bright moon, the beautiful scenery, I have been waiting for you for a long time..."

Fang Ming smiled and said, "I have read the books in the cabinet. From now on, you and I will not owe each other..."

"etc!"

Qiu Chuji suddenly left the line and said coldly: "The previous date has been over, but we are not talented in Quanzhen, and we still want to ask the Taoist priest for advice!"

"Well, if it is the Tiangang Beidou Formation, there is no need to..."

Fang Ming turned his head and looked at the ancient tree on one side. There was a figure there using the Taoist "turtle sucking technique" to restrain all the internal breathing of his essence. His body was no different from the earth and stones next to him. Except for Fang Ming, the world could see through him no more than a palm!

"But the old naughty boy has arrived?"

"Haha... Not bad, how do you know the nickname of my old naughty boy? I just thought of this nickname and just wanted to call it out in the world, which surprised everyone else!"

An old man dressed in a layman crawled out from behind the tree, with turf leaves on his face, but he didn't care at all, his eyes were full of cunning, like a big naughty boy.

He should be fifty or sixty years old at this time, but his Taoist skills are profound and his hair is covered with black hair. He looks like Qiu Chuji is older, which is Zhou Botong!

"Haha... I am proficient in innate divine calculations. I know five hundred years above and five hundred years below, and there are five hundred years between... Just a nickname, what does it count?"

Fang Ming made a hand gesture and had a fairy-like charlatan style.

"So amazing..." Zhou Botong pointed his fingers: "Five hundred years, add five hundred years, add five hundred years, don't you know everything about 1,500 years..."

He smiled and clapped his hands: "It's fun! It's fun, so fun, I'll be your teacher, how do you teach me?"

Zhou Botong was innocent and immediately wanted to kneel down and bow.

"Uncle Master, no!" Qiu Chuji, Ma Yu and others stopped him quickly, regretting that they shouldn't have found this uncle, and were embarrassed in front of the enemy.

"Old naughty boy, I must first read this magical kung fu. When I read the whole room of books backwards, I will almost get started..."

"Ah... I need to recite the book..." The old naughty boy lost his face as soon as he heard it, "It seems that the old naughty boy can't learn this kung fu!"

"Uncle Master, the enemy is coming!"

Ma Yu shook his whisk and said.

"Well, it's not bad..." Zhou Botong waved his hand: "Although I really want to learn your kung fu, it's a pity that Quanzhen teaches these bulls who are left by my senior brother. It's not that much for you to bully them, but because of my senior brother's reputation, this old naughty boy can't agree!"

"Old naughty boy!"

Fang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and blinked his nails: "You are probably not my opponent now. When you deduce your Kongming boxing, your 'big bosom is like rushing, your great success is like slim', you may be able to play a few moves with me..."

"Big briskly, big success is like lack..."

When the old naughty boy heard the true meaning of the eight characters, he was immediately confused. His hands unconsciously gestured, and even Fang Ming ignored it.

This Kongming Fist is the pinnacle of the old naughty boy's martial arts. Unfortunately, he was trapped in Peach Blossom Island for fifteen years before he could create it. Now Fang Ming pointed out a few sentences in advance. Zhou Botong suddenly felt that the two words Kongming and the two true meanings were extremely harmonious with his martial arts. It seemed to be tailor-made for him. He suddenly murmured Fang Ming's eight-character mantras like crazy.

"Zhou Botong is still far from now..." Fang Ming sighed.

Zhou Botong's martial arts in The Legend of the Condor Heroes have several obvious boundary periods.

At this time, he was the weakest, probably just like Qiu Qianren floating on the iron palm water.

After being trapped in Taohua Island for fifteen years and pursuing the supreme Taoist mysterious skills and the ultimate soft Kongming Fist, he was promoted to the level of four supreme levels, only slightly inferior to Huang Laoxie and Ouyang Feng.

When he was pointed out by Guo Jing, he realized the use of fighting with his hands. His hands came out at the same time, just like two old naughty boys besieged. Huang Yaoshi and others were definitely no match for him. At this time, he truly became the number one master in the world!

Unfortunately, all this will take at least ten years!

Although Zhou Botong's martial arts skills are more than the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, for Fang Ming, he may not even be able to compare with the previous Tiangang Beidou Formation.

Ma Yu and others called Zhou Botong to come, and they probably meant to ask this uncle to preside over the Tiangang Beidou Formation.

If this is not the case, it is simply not enough to control Fang Ming!

Unfortunately, Fang Ming had completely understood the method of Beidou, and there was no need to fight it again, let alone this interest.

At this time, his face was filled with excitement and turned away with his sleeves. Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi's face turned red, but after losing Zhou Botong's top combat power, he could only helplessly and watched Fang Ming go down the mountain.

"Well? What good days are you going to catch up tonight? Experts come in waves?"

Fang Ming walked along the moon and walked halfway through Zhongnan Mountain, his face suddenly moved.

"I'm afraid it's not like this sneaky man, but Huang Yaoshi is still on Taohua Island at this time, Qiu Qianren does not have this skill..."

Fang Ming thought about it and suddenly laughed: "Ouyang Feng! Have you practiced your toad skills so quickly?"

This Ouyang Feng coveted the Nine Yin True Sutra, and was once made by Wang Chongyang before his death, and used his yang finger to break the toad master's true energy that he had been practicing hard.

But now it seems that I have practiced again. My martial arts are still above the old naughty boy just now.

As he spoke, Fang Ming bounced his fingers! A stone roared through the sky, sparking sparks in the night, flying straight out of seven or eight feet a distance, and hitting an ancient tree.

Hurry!

I heard a loud noise, and the branches and leaves of the ancient tree fell one after another, and there was a hole the size of a fist on the trunk, with the edges pitch black.

"Okay! I have lived in seclusion in the Western Regions for several years, but I don't expect that you, a young master, will appear in the world!"

A tall white shadow jumped out from behind the tree trunk, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, as sharp as metal rubbing.

The figure stopped in front of Fang Ming, revealing the image of an old man in white robe, with Western Regions characteristics on his face and a snake staff in his hand.

"Ouyang Feng! Are you here for the Nine Yin Scriptures? I'm afraid I'm going to be disappointed..."

Fang Ming asked with a smile.

He just knew that the Nine Yin Scriptures were not on Zhou Botong. After Wang Chongyang's instructions, he had already hidden the first volume properly and would not take the first volume with him until he was on the Taohua Island again.

Although Fang Ming was sure to take Zhou Botong and the seven sons of Quanzhen, these eight people would rather fail than bend, and they would probably not hand over the scriptures at all, so they simply made other plans.

"I am here today, but I am not here for the Nine Yin Scriptures, but because I am entrusted by others!"

When Ouyang Feng said this, he suddenly slapped his snake staff, and two strange snakes on it were winding and twisting, trying to pounce on it, spitting out a letter, which was very terrifying.

"Are someone entrusted?"

Fang Ming was slightly stunned at first, then suddenly realized, and smiled and said, "Wanyan Honglie asked you to detoxify him? He has some insight, but how does my three corpse brain magic pill taste?"

"You actually dare to poison a prince in a kingdom. I admire this..."

Ouyang Feng said in a sequel.

It turned out that Wanyan Honglie was unwilling to be restrained after returning to the Jin Kingdom. He searched for famous detoxification experts in the world. Unfortunately, how powerful was Fang Ming's Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill? The quack doctor even had a white hair and still had no progress. In the end, there was no way. I heard that the Western Poison Ouyang Feng was the world's number one poison expert. Wanyan Honglie immediately sent someone to bring the honorific gift and went to Baituo Mountain in the Western Regions to ask for help.

Ouyang Feng is a great expert in using poison. He knew that this poison could not be rescued by the performer after taking his pulse. He was confirmed that Wang Chongyang was dead at this time, so he was immediately invited by Wanyan Honglie to come to find Fang Ming's trouble, forcing him to hand over the antidote, and by the way to visit the whereabouts of the Nine Yin Sutras.

However, although Fang Ming explained it, Ouyang Feng was a master of his generation and still had some shame. He refused to admit it immediately and used Fang Ming's affairs as an excuse.

"Mr. Ouyang, when you go back, you might as well tell Wanyan Honglie that there is no cure for this poison. If you want to spend next year safely, just do what I said!"
Chapter completed!