At this time, the Great Sui Dynasty still had a great family and a great cause, and even the people in the north surrendered, and there was great potential.

Even though Fang Ming defeated hundreds of thousands of troops, there were still more than 200,000 in Jiangnan.

Even if Yang Jian really angers, he will not be able to fight for the foundation of the north, urge the foundation of national strength and be strong, and he can still gather hundreds of thousands of troops to move south at any time.

On the other hand, although the Song family gained a lot after this battle, they were still hurt and could never do it again in a short period of time.

Fighting the whole country with one place is the price that must be paid.

Therefore, although the big victory may arouse the ambitions and excuses of some people in the Song family, Fang Ming is already considering how to end the battle decently.

After all, even if he relies on himself to cheat on the Song family soldiers, he may even win every battle, and then defeat Yang Guang first, so what if he defeated Yang Jian?

In the end, how many people will he have left?

The Song and Yang families all had their foundations and died together, but they only made wedding dresses for the other three clans and Hu people.

Of course, I think so in my heart, but I must not show it outside, and I even have to act like a tiger that is so angry that I can scare people.

Fang Ming stood with his hands behind his back and sighed.

At this time, he was not only the world's number one sword master, but also the leader of the Song clan. The aura of the master of military tactics gathered together, combining the appearance of the original most beautiful man in the martial arts world, and forming an indescribable temperament.

"Now that Yang Guangxin has lost, it is difficult to start over in a short period of time. The previous bet can continue!"

Fang Ming said to Fan Qinghui: "It's just a few of the joints, Song still wants to change it!"

"What do you think of the valve master?"

The title of Fan Qinghui changed again. In any case, after defeating the Sui army, Song Que had established himself as the incomparable leader of the world's number one clan.

"I heard... the four great saint monks once joined forces to chase Shi Zhixuan?"

Fang Ming smiled slightly, and there seemed to be some indescribable excitement between his eyebrows: "Why would we also play a chase game, let those four masters come and chase the master of this sage?"

"The pursuit game?" Fan Qinghui's eyes moved.

"Not bad! It's too boring to fight and attack. It's better to chase and escape. It's the most widely used way to compete with terrain, weather, and even wisdom!"

Fang Ming looked at Fan Qinghui, which made the latter's heart move.

The four great saint monks are all over the world. It can be said that every monk temple and nunnery are their spys. Otherwise, how could the traces of Shi Zhixuan be found all over the world?

Fang Ming proposed this point, and it can be said that Fan Qinghui took advantage of it.

But Fan Qinghui's face moved, and a cold feeling appeared in her heart.

This is a concession! But it is also a threat!

If Song Que can escape under the hands of the four great saints, it means that he and Shi Zhixuan are like terrible strength, unless they are in a dead end, no one can kill them!

But this represents an unparalleled assassin! There is also a threat that is extremely terrifying!

A master with strong force is not scary, but the one who is most afraid of is a peerless master like Shi Zhixuan who can fight or escape, but not be afraid of siege. If such a warrior let go of everything and become an assassin, who can stop him?

For Fang Ming, this is to intimidate the Sui Dynasty.

Otherwise, with his cultivation speed alone, he would definitely not be as good as the recovery speed of the entire Sui Dynasty.

At that time, the Sui army will challenge each day. Should we develop?

Now it's time to make a warning.

Even if Yang Jian destroyed the Song family, Fang Ming would run away and immediately turned into an assassin to take the heads of him and even the entire Yang clan!

So what if he is the true emperor selected by Cihang Jingzhai? He is still a flesh and blood body, and he will die if he eats grains and grains, and is chopped off his head!

As Fang Ming takes action, even if the four great saint monks always follow Yang Jian, it will be useless!

In fact, Fang Ming has always been unable to understand why the Shuanglong did not choose to assassinate Li Shimin in the original work.

So what if he is the candidate decided by Cihang Jingzhai? Can he still make the dead become emperor?

If Li Shimin is gone, Shi Feixuan will have no choice but to abandon Li Jiancheng, who was chosen by the Turks and the Demon Sect, and make a choice between Kou Zhong and the heroes in the south.

Therefore, in the end, it is still soft-hearted and kind-hearted... If such a person really becomes a monarch, it will be a disaster for the people of the world.

"Qinghui understands!"

Fan Qinghui glanced at Fang Ming deeply, and the meaning was extremely complicated.

Threat a country with one person!

Fang Ming’s previous life, even in the low martial arts world, is unlikely to be in the world of middle martial arts, but in the world of high martial arts, such as the Tang Dynasty, the big martial arts, and the super martial arts world, it has become a reality!

Wu Zun Bi Xuan and Goryeo's Master Yi Jian Cailin are all such guardians of the nation, protecting a nation with one person!

"If Song wins this game, even if Yang Jian doesn't win, I will take the title of King of Zhennan. At that time, Yang Jian's face must be bad... If Song loses, then naturally, everything will not be mentioned. My brother Song Zhi will surrender to the Sui Dynasty..."

The fact that the exposure of some of the forces and deterrence was also the result of Fang Ming's careful consideration.

Otherwise, not to mention the terrible Buddhist sects and Baidao martial arts world, even with Yang Guang's nature, they would definitely come to cause trouble first after ascending the throne.

At that time, it may not be the Three Conquests of Goryeo, but the Three Conquests of Lingnan.

So Fang Ming is now acting very bachelor. If you want to destroy the Song family, you will destroy it. But then Song Que is careless and put down all the burdens and packages, and change his career and become an assassin. Who is not afraid of it in the world?

...

"But... Although Yang Guang was defeated and did his job a mess, the probability of ascending the throne in the future is probably quite high!"

Before this person ascended the throne, he was really both civil and military, and he was a show of talent. He was more virtuous, military strategy, and literary skills than his brothers. Even the people in the world were deceived.

What's more, there is also the secret support of the Demon Sect.

With Pei Ju around, even if Yang Jian wants to change his mind, it will be extremely troublesome.

Even at the last moment, Pei Ju transformed into Shi Zhixuan and removed all the princes who threatened Yang Guang. Then could Yang Jian have another one out to take over?

"It's a bit difficult! With this person's passion for merit and a complacent personality, Lingnan may become a thorn in the face in the future and a thorn in the flesh!"

Fang Ming raised his head and looked at the sky.

I saw dense forests and colorful sunlight shining down.

At this time, he had already changed into military uniforms, his warrior uniform was clean and refreshing. The famous Tianjian hung loosely around his waist, but he was walking very fast under his feet.

Suddenly, a strange and humorous voice came from somewhere and said, "If a person seeks Buddha, he will lose his Buddha; if a person seeks Tao, he will lose his Tao. He will not take you proficient in sutras and treatises, you will not take you kings, princes, generals, or ministers, or you will be evident as a river, or you will be smart and wise, but you will be truly the same. If you want to sleep, you will be sleeping, you will be sitting; if you heat will be cool, and if you will be cold, you will be fire."

This sound is like a distance from the horizon that is out of reach. If you don’t pay attention, it will be blurred. However, if you use the god, every word will be clear and there will be no remains. It is clearly a magical skill of Buddhism.

Fang Ming formed an image of a monk who was not particular about minorities, did not care about etiquette, casual but truly had the Tao in his sea of ​​consciousness. He couldn't help but smile and said, "But the Taoist faith has come?"

"Haha... I knew it was the old monk who came when I guessed, and it shows that I had a fate with the Buddha!"

Fang Ming looked around and saw an old monk holding a pot of drinking out of a locust tree.

As soon as I saw this man, I felt that he seemed to be in his seventies, with a pair of white eyebrows hanging over his ears, and his long snow-white beard hanging over his bulging belly. But when I looked closely, my eyes were full of divine light, but my face was as smooth as a baby, and my white inside was red, and my youthful and radiant, and my bare head reflected the dazzling color. Although I was fat, I was not bloated, and I felt leisurely and contented, giving people a kind and friendly feeling.

Daoxin sang again: "There are hundreds of years old, how many are there? The joys and sorrows are short! "

Like the morning bell and evening drum, it is thought-provoking and seems to be clear.

"Moo!"

Fang Ming was also familiar with this kind of old Buddhist method. He directly pinched a handprint and issued a mantra, and immediately broke the Zen sound of Taoist faith.

"Haha... Thank you for your advice, but Song is a commoner. He put down his butcher knife and became a Buddha on the spot. He didn't pick it up, so how could he put it down?"

When Zen skills were broken, Daoxin couldn't help but look shocked.

Another gray monk robe turned out again. He was covered with a dark brown robe, with a tall and straight body, a tall forehead, a shiny black lacquer, a slender face, and a shiny eyes. He looked like a wise monk with a kind face. He said with a low voice: "Sincereness! Absurd anger will lead to bad consequences. The donor has such profound Buddhist secret skills. He has never seen them. We almost recognize you as Shi Zhixuan!"

"What is Shi Zhixuan? This time I am mixed in the Sui army and can't assassinate me on the battlefield!"

Fang Ming smiled at the sky, but it made Daoxin and wisdom show a hint of shock at the same time.

The latter even showed compassionate eyes: "Amitabha! Thank you for your confession!"

It is naturally good to be able to find trouble for the Demon Sect.

The two deadly pinching of the righteous and demons can also make them pay less attention to themselves.

"Since Master Daoxin and Wisdom are here, I believe Venerable Dixin and Master Jiaxiang will also blink. Please forgive Song for being rude!"

Fang Ming stepped forward like a change of shadows and punched out with a sudden punch. The unparalleled true power wrapped around the airflow and hit the Master of Wisdom like a storm.

Master Zhihui seemed to be chanting scriptures with his eyebrows down, but his palms suddenly went upward, facing Fang Ming. The authentic Buddhist masterpieces that he had practiced for seventy years were pouring over like the Yangtze River.

"Peng"!

There was a loud noise in the air, and Master Zhizhi took two steps back. With his ancient well-buried state of mind, he also wanted to be surprised by Fang Mingxiong's internal strength cultivation.

"Okay! Master Zhihui's heart Buddha's palm has been learned. Let's take a look at Master Daoxin's Bodhidharma's hand?"

After a punch to retreat from wisdom, Fang Ming smiled even more. His five fingers opened, and he brought out a terrifying claw wind. In the blink of an eye, he changed his body and rushed towards Daoxin.

At this time, wisdom still needs to be restored. Daoxin dares not neglect. He uses the skill at the bottom of the box and grabs it in the air. The "picking firewood and choosing vegetables" in the 18 styles of "Bodhidharma" starts, and the strong wind blows violently, emitting two powerful abilities that are dark and whirl. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!