"The Xuanzhen Jing..."

Fang Ming also had a look of desire in his eyes.

Of course he knew that this sutra and the method of sitting forgot the mind were created by Sima Chengzhen, the founder of Xuanzhen Taoism. The "Sit forgot the Heart" is already infinitely mysterious and profound, so how extraordinary should the "Xuanzhen Sutra" be?

"I wonder how it ranks on the list of extraordinary skills and arts?"

Fang Ming asked.

"Young brother also knows the list of great magic skills and superb skills? It seems that this experience has not been in vain!" Nangong Qingcheng smiled: "The Xuanzhen Jing ranks 57th in the list of great magic skills and superb skills, which is the top of the heavenly level martial arts! After practicing, the true power will no longer be scarce. Its strength changes thousands of times and is unpredictable. There are four symbols of wind, thunder, water, and fire, and it can integrate any martial arts in the world for one's own use! The fortune is endless!"

‘It sounds like the Xiao Wuxiang Gong, the Nine Yang Divine Gong, and the fusion version of Zhouliu Liuxu Gong, but it seems to be a little stronger…’

Fang Ming had a comparison in his mind.

‘What a pity… I knew it was carrots and bait, but my heart was still pounding…’

This "Xuanzhen Sutra" is undoubtedly much better than the Shura Yinsha Kung Fu. If he had obtained this technique from the beginning, Fang Ming would definitely not have hesitated at all.

Even now, he still has a certain covetousness for this skill.

"Please don't worry, senior sister, I will go to Taiping County now and will definitely take over the leader of the Dajiang League!!!"

Although the road ahead is difficult and difficult, Fang Ming didn't mind making a big fuss to Nangong Qingcheng at all, and tried hard to get the most support for himself.

...

At this time, it was also in a cave.

Old Yin and his man looked at the corpse on the ground, and his face turned ashen.

This place is the black bear cave where Fang Ming killed someone and buried his corpse last night. Old Yin didn't know what method he used to find the place directly and even dug out Huo Qing's body.

"This old dog who has no choice but to do anything! I originally wanted to offer the treasure map to my superiors, but who knew..."

Old Yin's face turned a little blue, and he coughed a few times from time to time, obviously seriously injured, but he said to someone next to him humbly.

He is already a master of innate level, but it is really surprising that he is so respectful at this moment.

"That treasure map is related to the secret of Rushi Temple! It is of great benefit to my teachings, so it should not be ignored..."

Next to Old Yin was a man in a black robe wearing a golden mask. The mask on his face was hideous and ugly, and his eyes were even cold and heartless, which almost made people feel completely cold to the bone at first glance.

"The butterfly Zheng Cainiang and Huoqiu have never seen each other since they disappeared last time. According to clues, they should have chased and fled, and they all hid in Huoshan..."

Old Yin's face looked a little ugly: "There is no danger deep in Huo Mountain. The people we sent have disappeared several times..."

The golden-faced man said coldly: "The Liu Laogui who led the team is also a natural master. He is a top-notch martial arts world in Kangzhou. Even he has lost it. There must be danger in the depths of Huo Mountain that is comparable to a master. Such a natural barrier is useless even if we can produce all our elites, so that our subordinates don't have to go anymore... Our main energy now must be placed on the Dajiang Alliance..."

This golden-faced man has great courage in choosing and making 99% of the people in the world crazy about Rushi Temple treasures. To him, it seems that he is just something that can be given up if he gives up.

"What I care more about now is him!"

The golden-faced man leaned down and his palms stroked Huo Qing's body as if he was caressing his lover.

At this time, Huo Qing was not only unrecognizable, but also covered with scars on his body. It was obvious that Fang Ming had made some cover-up, but under the eyes of the golden-faced man, all this seemed to have no effect.

"What did you see?" asked the golden-faced man lightly.

"My subordinates are incompetent, and they can only see that Huo Qing was killed by a good knife! And that man should have not opened the Ren and Du meridians yet!" Yin Lao bowed and said.

The golden-faced man nodded: "You can see this, it's already good, but do you know what kind of sword technique he died in?"

"This... please forgive me for being stupid!" Old Yin's face was faintly sweating.

"The sword technique of the thousands of robberies, the seven demons! You should have heard of it!" said the golden-faced man.

"Um?"

Old Yin took a few steps back and suddenly knelt on the ground: "Damn it! He actually disrupted the Lord's arrangement!"

"Haha... you are innocent and have made merits!!!" The golden-faced man laughed loudly, looking very happy: "If it weren't for you! How could I know that the man not only improved his internal strength, but also practiced the sword technique of the Wanjie Sword, and even practiced the Demon Seven Killings Style!"

This golden-faced man seemed to be very familiar with the Wanjie Sword Technique!

"Not bad! Not bad! The Demon of the Ten Thousand Tribulations! One move, Seven Killings! If you want to practice this knife, you don't have the Golden Pass Jade Bone Art. This person may have entered the path of demons! This kind of sword technique and martial arts can be used!"

"It's finally time for my God's plan to start!"

The golden faced man waved his hand: "Send the order immediately and want this person! Our spies should also bluff and help him brag about becoming famous!"

"Abide by the order!" Old Yin retreated respectfully. The innate elder of the Dajiang League had become a lackey of the Divine Sword Sect at some time!

Perhaps, he was originally a senior executive of the Divine Sword Sect and later joined the Dajiang League.

The golden-faced man looked at Huo Qing's body, and a trace of heat suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the sword energy in his hand burst out!

Woo woo...

While crying, an evil and terrifying sword technique had already fallen on Huo Qing's corpse, and the traces were even traced. Even the depth of his skills and the mature and mature sword technique seemed to be above Fang Ming before!!!

"The name of the young generation! And the honor and power of the young master of the Divine Sword! Take it all... Take it... I just don't know, what will happen to you when you fall from the clouds to hell? Haha..."

The golden-faced man laughed wildly, his internal strength was so high that the entire mountain acupoint trembled back and forth, and the magic sounds continued!

Unfortunately, this golden-faced man only thought that one thing was wrong from beginning to end.

Although he believed that Fang Ming did not have the Golden Pass Jade Bone Art, and to cultivate this Demon Seven Killing Style, he must start from the "Wanjie Sword Book" and must be possessed by the demon at this time, he did not expect that Fang Ming had an endless and vast martial arts world as a golden finger, and he actually took a different approach based on a large number of lives and practiced this sword technique in one go!

The so-called mistake is wrong, and his mistake is Fang Ming’s greatest opportunity!

...

The river goes east, a thousand miles a day.

At this time, Fang Ming had already changed his appearance and transformed into a gentle scholar, and he arrived on a five-masted ship.

He inherited Wang Lianhua's martial arts skills and was well-versed in his heart. His knowledge and learning are far more exciting than a treasure critic of Lianhua. He is also proficient in various martial arts skills. At this time, even Nangong Qingcheng may not be able to recognize him when he is disguised.

"When it comes to disguise, Wang Lianhua is almost the best in the ancient dragon world. Unfortunately, she still doesn't have much use to do it..."

Fang Ming naturally knew that even the innate masters could have deceived him by changing his muscles and bones, once he had met a powerful man at the grandmaster level and was locked by the opponent's soul for thousands of miles, it would be useless even if he had changed to a thousand faces.

That kind of master is already an extraordinary saint, with an extremely keen mind and a spirit that can identify the breath. As long as you have met someone once, you will not make any mistakes. It is even more difficult to fool them.

"However, with my current level, even if I want to mess with them, I can't mess with them. Kangzhou is a shallow water that is hard to raise dragons, and Wang Lianhua's disguise technique is still enough to slap in this small pond..."

Relying on disguise and modification, Fang Ming easily confused the people of Dajiang League and mingled into the city, leaving behind a letter.

The above roughly means that he resigned from the position of the master of the Shaolin Martial Arts Hall and has no connection with the Shaolin Martial Arts Hall since then, and Wang Xiaohu was designated as the second-generation heir.

In this way, as long as the Dajiang League still has to worry about the righteous face of the world, those subordinates should be able to be protected.

After doing this, Fang Ming no longer had any worries. After saying goodbye to Nangong Qingcheng, he boarded the big ship heading to Huiye City.

"Taiping County, where Taiping Lake is located, is located in the capital of Kangzhou. It is located in the middle and is the most prosperous. When you arrive in Huiye City, you will change to a fast horse and arrive in three to five days..."

Although he had already made a boast of Haikou in front of Nangong Qingcheng, Fang Ming was really not sure about the leader of the Dajiang League.

Now I can only get there first, and then connect with the people of the Divine Sword Sect to see what identity they have arranged for themselves.

"No matter what identity is, it will probably be exposed at the Mid-Autumn Festival meeting, and then it will become a stepping stone for a young hero!"

Fang Ming has always been unafraid of speculating on the enemy with the worst malice, and has no trust in the Divine Sword Sect, which had previously assassinated him once.

"Just... you plot against me, and I also plot against you. I can also swallow the entire Divine Sword Sect and even the foundation of the Dajiang League... As long as there is absolute force!"

Fang Ming has confidence in this and has the martial arts order in hand. Sooner or later, he will gain enough power to suppress everything!

"On Mid-Autumn Festival night, Dajiangmenghui! I'm here!"

Fang Ming clenched his fists secretly, and suddenly the corners of his eyes moved and saw a blue shadow.

The other party was like an ancient crane, with a beautiful figure, and he jumped into the first class cabin. It was Zhang Qingsong, a Qingsong swordsman who had met before!

"It's him! The world is so small!"

Fang Ming felt a little surprised: "But that's right... The Dajiang League has become a grand event in the entire Kangzhou martial arts world! Is that young hero willing to miss such an opportunity?"

At this time, Fang Ming was already prone to dissatisfaction, so Zhang Qingsong naturally couldn't recognize him. Fang Ming had no intention of coming forward to recognize him. The two of them just stayed on the same boat without knowing each other. Fortunately, the journey was calm and there was nothing big.
Chapter completed!