Hissing!

Qiu Qianren's iron palm skills have reached its peak. At this time, his palms are pushed out, and his hands are all blue and black, and they are stronger than steel!

His Iron Palm Divine Function was practiced with iron sand. Over time, his palm power was only slightly inferior to Hong Qigong's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, and his tricks were even more exquisite!

Especially, he didn't know what kung fu he had learned recently, his eyes were bright and he looked like he had made great progress in martial arts!

At this time, he smiled grimly and tried with all his strength. Even the steel man would be beaten into an iron discus!

Compared with his blue-black palms with tendons and veins, Fang Ming's skin on his hands was white and delicate, as gentle as jade, and as delicate as ivory. He reached the state of "being impatient and quiet, as soft as a baby," which was the result of recent health preservation through Taoist methods.

At this time, one claw grabbed it and the force was not very fast. It seemed that the true power contained was also ordinary, but the moment the hand claws came into contact with the iron palm!

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

Five nails ejected out, making a crisp explosion, like steel springs, strong bows and hard crossbows shot rapidly, with endless power!

The fingers are the ends of the arm. It can penetrate the true power to this end and exert such a huge power. It is already exhausting the limits of the human body. It is exquisite and gentle to the extreme, and the difficulty is equivalent to building a temple in a snail lion shell!

In the end, the claw power only relies on the power of the ten fingers. In this regard, Fang Ming, who has the skills of iron finger Zen and one finger Zen, easily practiced the Nine Yin Divine Claws to the ultimate state. At this time, one claw quickly grabbed and the finger power surged, and even the yang finger power of a lamp would be overshadowed.

puff!

Qiu Qianren's palm was immediately scratched and five blood holes were broken. Blood came out like a fountain. Fang Ming kept walking, and another palm was printed on his chest.

Crack! The bones on Qiu Qianren's chest were broken and he fell to the ground, and the divine light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"You have secretly learned the Nine Yin Scriptures and plotted to make me rebellious. Do you think I don't know about these things?"

Fang Ming ignored Qiu Qianren's body on the ground and looked at Yinggu: "How? This person is the murderer who killed your son. Now I'm dealing with you..."

"Amitabha……"

Yideng was so sad that she saw it that she said sadly: "Since this donor has been subdued, it is not impossible to influence Buddhism..."

"This person is stubborn. Even if the master is willing to sacrifice himself to feed the tiger, it will take at least twenty years to influence it. There will be many repetitions during this period. I can't bear to drag the master down!"

Fang Ming smiled.

Yinggu looked at Qiu Qianren's corpse on the ground, and his face was stunned. Suddenly, Zhou Botong ran to the front and asked loudly: "Yinggu, is the baby we gave birth to one roar or two roar?"

Yinggu was stunned and replied, "It's two yellers."

Zhou Botong clapped his hands and shouted, "Okay, that's like me, you must be smart!" Hui sighed again, shook his head and said, "It's a pity that he died..."

Yinggu could no longer bear it and cried out loudly. Zhou Botong patted her back and comforted her loudly: "Don't cry, don't cry!" He said to Yideng again: "Emperor Duan, I stole your wife. You are unwilling to save my son. Everyone should be straightforward. If you don't investigate the past, you don't need to mention it."

"Good! Good!"

Yidian looked at this scene and recited the scriptures in a low voice, but he didn't know what it felt in his heart.

Zhou Botong comforted Yinggu for a while, suddenly took out a cloth bag and threw it in front of Fang Ming: "Thank you... It's useless for the old naughty boy to keep this book. You are not a member of our Quanzhen Sect, and my senior brother's will not care about you... I happened to give it to you. Anyway, you are the best in martial arts in the world, so it doesn't matter whether there is a Nine Yin True Sutra. Isn't this trick of the old naughty boy extremely wonderful? Haha..."

Wang Chongyang's will is that people from the Quanzhen Sect are not allowed to learn the Nine Yin True Sutra. Although Zhou Botong hid the first half of the volume, he was not allowed to practice it due to the last one. At this time, he still secretly hoped that Fang Ming could learn the magical martial arts in the Nine Yin True Sutra and demonstrated it to him a few times, which was so eye-opening.

"Nine Yin Scriptures!!!"

A sound like a broken gong exploded, and then a tall white figure rushed forward and reached out to take the scriptures on the ground.

"So it's Brother Feng who has arrived!" Yi Deng naturally recognized that the figure in the white robe was obviously Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison!

"Mr. Ouyang takes a slow start..." Fang Ming smiled slightly, brushed his sleeves gently, as if flowing water, but he also carried the elegant sleeves of Wudang's flowing clouds, as well as the supreme power of Shaolin's shattering skills and the kasso-suffering magic skills. Ouyang Feng's generation master did not dare to take it forward, and he retreated several steps in succession.

"Master Feng Xian! We made an appointment before to exchange the two great magical skills of Tantric Buddhism for the Nine Yin Scriptures, and do you still count them?"

Ouyang Feng stood still, staring at Fang Ming with his eyes curled up, and asked coldly.

"Naturally count! Mr. Ouyang brought the Dragon Elephant Prajna Prajna and the Secret Vehicle of Yoga?"

Fang Ming smiled.

"This is natural!" Ouyang Feng snorted coldly, reached into his arms, and two thin books flew into Fang Ming's hand.

"Good Kung Fu... Ouyang Feng, you have practiced the toad skills again? That kid, don't be fooled. Ouyang Feng's martial arts are not very powerful, so don't change it with him!"

Zhou Botong shouted loudly, and he would never want the Nine Yin Scriptures to fall into the hands of Western Poison.

"These two are not inferior to the martial arts of the Nine Yin Divine Arts. If you trade two for one, I will take advantage of it..."

Fang Ming opened the book, which was filled with dense Tibetan texts. The paper was broken and goose yellow, which was obviously an antique.

He knew all the words in the world and immediately looked at them. With just a few eyes, he knew that these two martial arts were extremely profound. He couldn't help but nod and put them in his arms.

"Boy, don't be fooled. If it is really a martial art of the Nine Yin Scriptures, how could Ouyang Feng give it to you..."

Zhou Botong shouted loudly, and suddenly turned around and avoided Ouyang Feng's snake staff.

Ouyang Feng said coldly: "If you say something else, I must first ask about your martial arts skills and see how hot it is for Wang Chongyang..."

"If you don't say it, don't say it... Humph..." Zhou Botong took Yinggu to the side, still muttering: "Boy, you've suffered a big loss..."

Ouyang Feng's face was as if he could hear it.

At this time, his martial arts skills were the only one in the world. In the Tantric Buddhism, the Golden Wheel Dharma King and others were not his opponents. They succeeded with a brief plan.

Seeing Fang Ming attaching so much importance to these two martial arts, he naturally had the idea and tried to learn it.

Unfortunately, the Dragon Elephant Prajna and Yoga Secret Vehicle are the two great Dharma protectors of Tantric Buddhism. They are extremely subtle and profound. How could he learn it overnight?

Not to mention anything else, the Dragon Elephant Prajna skills are thirty-severely. After practicing to the tenth level, you can possess the power of the Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants, and the strength of both arms is thirty-severely, which is more than any expert in internal skills.

It seems to be a magical skill, but unfortunately it is too difficult to practice. At the beginning, even if there are poor qualifications, you can practice the first level in one or two years, and you can practice the second level in two or three years. In this way, the more you increase exponentially, the more difficult it will be to progress.

After reaching the fifth level, if you want to practice the further level, you often need more than thirty years of hard work. In the Tantric Buddhism, eminent monks and scholars have emerged throughout the ages, but no one has ever practiced this thirteenth level of "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Prajna" to the tenth level.

What’s even more frustrating is that even if you practice the realm of the Golden Wheel Dharma King among the Divine Eagles, you are just as good as the Five Great Masters. Ouyang Feng himself is a master of the Five Great Masters, so how could he spend decades to practice this useless trick?

This is the practice of dragon and elephant Prajna, not to mention the secret vehicle of yoga. This is a method of practicing both nature and life. Those who have no great wisdom, great opportunities, and great perseverance cannot even enter the door!

Ouyang Feng Kong had no use of magical powers. After thinking hard for half a year, he finally sent it to Fang Ming, wanting to exchange for the Nine Yin Scriptures that he had been obsessed with.

As for his hands, there must be a copy left, and Fang Ming was too lazy to care about it.

"Not bad! Not bad!"

Fang Ming shook his hand and handed the Jiuyin lower roll to Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng took it over and frowned again: "Why is it only half?"

"I will see it first and then give it to you, or if you compete better than I will, I will naturally present it to you with both hands!"

Fang Ming smiled.

"Hmph... In just a few days, you have built pavilions and towers here and stocked up on fine wine and food. So what if you wait for a few days?"

Ouyang Feng's expression changed a lot, but he still agreed. Seeing Zhou Botong and Yideng were amazed, and he felt quite eye-opening.

"Why can I miss my beggar in places with delicious wine and delicious food?"

A loud laugh came from the foot of the mountain, and a middle-aged beggar flew over. The man had a long face, with a whisker, thick hands and feet, and his clothes were covered with nails, but they were washed clean. He was holding a green bamboo stick in his hand, which was as bright as jade. He was carrying a large gourd with vermilion lacquer on his back, but there were only four fingers on his right hand, and one index finger was missing in the palm.

"But the nine-fingered god beggar Hong Qi has arrived?"

Fang Ming smiled.

"Brother Seven!" Yideng and Zhou Botong went up to see him, and only Ouyang Feng snorted coldly: "You stinky beggar, I'm afraid you can only eat leftovers..."

"I was a beggar, and I could get leftovers, which was my blessing from my ancestors..."

Hong Qi's face turned solemn, and he bowed to Fang Ming with his fists and said, "But Feng Xian is in front of him? Your move stirred up the storm in Huashan 20 years earlier. The old beggar really admires it..."

"I just want to ask you for something, I have to do this..."

Fang Ming smiled slightly and glanced at everyone: "Western Poison, Southern Emperor, Northern Beggar, and Middle Naughty Boy are all here, only the East Evil is left..."

"Haha... Beggar also saw Huang Laoxie just now. Look, aren't they here?"

Hong Qigong pointed to the bottom of the mountain.

Everyone looked at him and saw a couple slowly climbing up the stairs. They were a couple. The man was wearing a blue shirt and a green flute hanging on his waist. His expression was extremely elegant and elegant. The woman had picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and she had clever eyes. The two of them worked hand in hand to complement each other, just like a pair of fairy couples. They were Huang Yaoshi and his wife Feng Heng!

"Brother Seven, Brother Feng, Brother Zhou... and..."
Chapter completed!