Rebirth! A true rebirth!

If Ji Bingyan was just a master before, then Fang Ming now has reached the top of his martial arts. Looking at the whole world, the number of people who can compete with him may not exceed the number of five fingers!

"Master!"

Fang Ming clapped his hands, and two beauties with jade-like skin and eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, their eyes were so soft that they could drip out of water. The eyes that looked at Fang Ming were filled with satisfaction and admiration.

"Welcome the geese, accompany the ice, prepare the wine and food, I want to have a good drink..."

"It's rare that I have such a good mood. My sisters should accompany me tonight..." The two girls laughed. The couple of Ji Bingyan's original concubine, who was also the closest person in the bed, did not notice any changes in Ji Bingyan.

"Because there was no change..."

Fang Ming raised his glass and took a sip.

The exquisite porcelain contains exquisite and delicious dishes. The wine glasses carved from white jade are filled with amber wine. There are more than a dozen wine bottles next to them, ranging from Maotai, big koji, bamboo leaf green to goat milk wine outside the pass. Although the bottles seem to be small, it is no problem for each bottle to hold twelve taels of fine wine.

The dishes are big shrimps from Jiangbei, ham from Jinhua, Fuzhou croquette fish, Fuzhou roast goose, Wuxi meat bones, plum blossom bear paws from Changbai Mountain... The best dishes in the world are all here.

This is the most beautiful picture for any gourmet, not to mention that there are two flowers next to it that give me a smile to relieve my boredom.

No matter how you look at it, Fang Ming is already a winner in life, which is enough to arouse the resentment of all single dogs!

"Call Xiao Pan in!"

Fang Ming picked up another chopstick of ham and suddenly said.

Yingyan and Banbing acted according to their words because they knew that although Ji Bingyan didn't say much, each word could not be changed.

"Master! I've found out what you want me to investigate..."

Xiao Pan is actually not a young man, at least in his thirties, but he is born with a baby face. He laughs before he speaks. He is still laughing after he finishes talking. He can speak in a different way, even if he is talking to others, he can speak in a different way, from north to south of the Yangtze River, on both sides of the river, Lingnan, Fujian, Guizhou, Sichuan and Hubei, no matter which dialect, he can speak fluently and naturally. It is exactly the same as the natives there. No matter what transactions he does, just let him do it. Even if he closes his eyes, he will not suffer any loss.

But even such a shrewd person, in front of Fang Ming, he still didn't dare to breathe. He lowered his head as if a piece of wood, and he didn't dare to look at the two beauties at once.

"The Desert King Jamuha appeared in Mobei three days ago and cut off the heads of the three horse gang leaders who resisted him with one knife..."

"Yeah! You go down..."

Fang Ming, who had received the news, waved his hand, and Xiao Pan immediately went out quietly.

"It seems that the plot hasn't started yet..."

This Jamukha is known as the "King of the Desert, Shadowless Divine Sword". Its power is spread inside and outside the pass. Its martial arts skills are unfathomable. It is also the number one master of Middle Earth swordsmanship. His swordsmanship is so fast that it is invisible and shadowy. It has been thirty years of traversing the desert and is the uncrowned king in the Gobi Desert!

Of course, the title of Uncrowned King is a bit humid. If Shi Guanyin had not been the Princess of Kucha at this time and wanted to dream of gaining power from one country by one, Jamuha's head would have been taken off by her.

And this Jamuha was already dead at the beginning of the Chu Liuxiang Legend. He died under the plot of "Tianyi Shenshui" and turned into a floating corpse!

Since Fang Ming found out that Jamuka is still lively now, it means that the plot of the fragrance of the sea of ​​blood has not yet begun.

"This Jamukha martial arts is just like that, but the 'Big Wind Sword' in his hand is one of the thirteen magic weapons in the country. Before my Heavenly King's Golden Sword is in my hand, why not take it first?"

Fang Ming touched his chin.

This time he was traveling through the soul, and the King of Heavenly King's Golden Sword and Silver Dragon Sword were all left in the world of great karma. Although his martial arts reached his level, even if he held a piece of scrap copper and iron, he would have many magical weapons that were better than ordinary people. But as a swordsman and a famous swordsman, he would always have the idea of ​​collecting and playing with it when he saw any treasure sword, as if the drunkard had seen good wine, and he would taste it even at all costs!

What's more, being dominated by such a guy, he was a little disliked by the title of the world's number one swordsman.

"What are you thinking?"

Yingyan took out a bottle of bamboo leaf green for Fang Ming to fill it with it, and said sweetly.

"I was just thinking... It would be fine if the title of King of Desert, but the famous master of the first swordsman in Middle Earth, Jamukha, is not worthy of it!"

Fang Ming hugged left and right, full of *********, but neither Yingyan nor Ban Bing felt that he was joking.

And they are also people living in the northwest, so they naturally know that Jamuha is terrible and that they are the emperor in the desert!

"Haha...why? Are you scared?"

Fang Ming looked at the pale faces of the two women and suddenly smiled.

"No! As long as it is said by me, I will believe it!" Ban Bing said, with some kind of brilliance in his eyes.

"There are so many people!" Ying Yan fell in Fang Ming's arms, as if there was no bone on her body.

"Yes! What do you do with this kind of thing? In life, you should enjoy it in time and enjoy it..."

Fang Mingxiang took the two beauties and smiled and said, "I am not the old bedbug Chu Liuxiang. I hold the three delicate beauties facing each other day, and I can't stand it..."

Chu Liuxiang is famous all over the world. Even Yingyan and Ban Bing suddenly heard it and his face was slightly moved: "We also want to see this thief coach!"

"Don't worry, you will see you soon..."

Fang Ming stopped talking, lowered his head and held Pai Bing's cherry lips. The two delicate bodies in his arms suddenly became hot and seemed to melt. The curtain was pulled down, and from time to time, a few delicate moans like flute tubes came...

...

Fang Ming is a man who does what he wants. After a night of fun, he immediately went west to Yumen Pass and rode a camel deep into the Gobi Desert, chasing the traces of Jamuha, the king of the desert.

The yellow sand is vast, like a dragon.

Fang Ming rode in the depression of the hump, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to open and closed, and his whole body seemed to sleep but not sleep. A discerning person could tell at a glance that he was a master among the masters. He was using the highest Taoist "Sleeping Dragon Sleeping" skill to maintain his vitality and energy in his whole body.

At the same time, a martial art began to slowly flow through Fang Ming's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Last time in the Legend of the Condor Heroes, he created the ultimate internal cultivation method that merged the five supernatural powers in the world..."

Fang Ming's spiritual wisdom flashed, sitting in the operation of the Forgetful Sutra, he understood that the theory of this exercise had reached the extreme and was close to being able to change. Next, he had to enter the actual practice, find problems and defects, and then make up for it.

This step is also the most difficult step. Throughout history, there are far more masters who die in the cultivation of internal skills than those who die in the revenge of swords and swords!

"This first step is very troublesome, and fortunately I already have a very suitable candidate..."

The scorching sun hangs high, the heat in the desert evaporates, and the surrounding scenery is slightly distorted, just like a mirage.

Fang Ming walked for a day and finally arrived at a small town.

There is only one inn in the town. After pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, dozens of wolf-like eyes shot up, with the ferociousness and greed of a wolf. Ordinary people may be scared to the ground at once.

But Fang Ming seemed to have no idea and patted his clothes casually. He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe. After a day of hard work, he was still as white as a tiny white, like a snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains, and the cloud patterns on the edges were rippling like water waves. At a glance, you can tell that this is the best master of the royal family, the divine needle Xue.

Dozens of gazes suddenly retracted. Even the swordsman who was licking blood on the knife head knew who could not mess with him.

"Fill my water bags, add two jars of wine and a roasted lamb leg!"

Fang Ming gave a ingot of gold. On the edge of this desert, water was almost as good as the price of gold.

The wine is very strong, the roasted lamb legs are very fragrant, and the drops of oil are squirting and the aroma is rolling down. Fang Ming is not yet at the level of being unworldly, so he is very happy to eat.

But the other guests on the table were still motionless, and each face seemed to have been cut off. His eyes were staring at the door panel, which scared away two waves of guests who wanted to stay.

Step! Step!

Finally, a horse's hooves sounded outside, and there seemed to be thirty or forty riders, and there seemed to be only one person, because all the horse's hooves were stepped on the same frequency, lifted and fell together, just like thunder, and the faces of the swordsmen in the inn also changed even more violently.

Bang!

The horse's hooves stopped, and a group of people turned over and dismounted, pushing open the door panel.

"Old San Chu, come out!"

A dark cloud surged in, and it was really a dark cloud, because the leader was wearing a black cloak, which was covered with a black tights, a black belt, a black horse boot, and a black calfskin glove. He held a black whip in his hand, and only one face was pale and terriblely pale.

His nose was straightened and his thin lips were closed, showing his strength and coldness. His eyebrows were raised, and under his dark eyebrows were deep eyes, so deep that no one could see what he was thinking.

Above this terrifyingly perfect face is a pair of deep eyes. These eyes were originally as deep and quiet as the sea, but now they were like clouds in the sky, colorful, unpredictable, with anger.

"It's the Black Pearl!!!"

But at this time, the original swordsman in the store seemed to have seen a ghost when he saw the black cloak coming in!

Some people saw the black cloak, their hands and legs were already shaking, while others held the hilt of the knife in their hands.

"Little Prince!"

A group of black-clad swordsmen outside also rushed in, and the battle was about to break out.

"Sure enough... is this Jamuha's daughter Black Pearl? Her eyes are beautiful!"

Fang Ming secretly exclaimed.
Chapter completed!