Fang Ming looked around, and Tian Qi and others lowered their heads and dared not look at him.

"...I just meet Brother Xunhuan three times today! I am so happy that I will respect this knife!"

A cold sword light suddenly flew out of Fang Ming's sleeves, circled around and disappeared.

The sword flashed and flew away, even so fast that it was hard to react.

"Tian Qi, be careful of the enemy..."

Long Xiaoyun stood in front of him and looked at Tian Qidao next to him, and suddenly he was stunned.

Bang!

The soft golden wire vine stick in Tian Qi's hand fell to the ground, and a trace of blood suddenly appeared on his forehead, and it fell straight down.

Gongsun Moyun fell with his hands, a blood mark appeared on his neck, and his whole body suddenly shattered into several pieces.

Even Zhao Zhengyi, who fell to the ground, lost his life and stopped wailing.

One knife!

With just one knife, these three people were instantly killed by different methods!

Let’s not talk about Zhao Zhengyi for now. Tian Qi is known as one stick to defeat the world, and three irons are brave enough to conquer the world. Gongsun Moyun even stuns the world with Moyun’s fourteen styles and is famous all over the world. None of them are weak!

But these three heroes actually became dead souls with one knife?

How fast and ruthless is this? How terrifying is the grasp of strength and the internal force requirements?

Sun Xiaohong covered her mouth and looked at Fang Ming in horror. She suddenly felt that what he said before was the truth.

"Ghost!"

The surrounding sects shouted and the birds and beasts scattered, and they ran away in a moment.

This kind of horror of instantly plundering life is really the cruelest thing in the world. Even good players in the world are easily scared.

Long Xiaoyun's legs were playing the pipa at this time.

But Long Xiaoyun is worthy of being Long Xiaoyun. He rushed for a few steps and in the blink of an eye, he came to the only person present who could save him.

"Brother..."

His fingers were flying, and he had already untied the seven key acupoints on Li Xunhuan's body, his face full of tears: "A brother, I'm sorry for you, even if you were cut into pieces..."

Li Xunhuan was silent.

Can he watch Lin Shiyin lose her husband? Watch Long Xiaoyun lose her father?

His body stopped in front of Long Xiaoyun without waiting for him to make a decision.

"Brother Xunhuan seems to want to fight me?" Fang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, with his big sleeves floating, but the life-threatening sword light seemed to suddenly appear at any time, taking away one life after another.

"No, I'm asking you to let him go!"

Li Xunhuan stared at Fang Ming with his eyes.

"Well!" Fang Ming smiled freely and suddenly said: "This is the first time!"

Li Xunhuan asked, "What's the first time?"

"That means that the second time I won't show mercy, Brother Xunhuan, don't forget it!"

Fang Ming looked at Sun Xiaohong on the side: "Miss, should I continue to follow me or follow Brother Xunhuan?"

"Interesting! Interesting! Such an interesting sword technique, why would I be willing to leave before I finished reading it?" Sun Xiaohong clapped her hands and smiled, "I won't leave even if you drive me away..."

"Okay! As long as you follow me, you will always have a chance to see it!"

Amid the laughter, Fang Ming, who had already embraced Sun Xiaohong's figure floating away, as if a cloud was falling.

"This is a strange man!"

Long Xiaoyun watched Fang Ming leave and suddenly asked, "Do you know the origin of this person?"

Li Xunhuan smiled bitterly and said, "If I said that I really only met him for the third time, and I didn't even know that he had such a terrible sword technique before tonight... Do you believe it?"

"In this world, my most trust is you, brother!"

Long Xiaoyun stepped forward and hugged Li Xunhuan's shoulder, but there was a look of indescribable expression in his eyes.

...

"Miss Sun, you are a good person!"

Outside Xingyun Village, Fang Ming brushed his sleeves and Sun Xiaohong stood firmly.

He turned around and looked at Sun Xiaohong's moving figure under the moonlight. I have to say that at this time, Sun Xiaohong had grown into a mature enough woman: "Are you afraid that I will be unfavorable to Li Xunhuan and Mr. Sun, so you want to follow me and figure out my background and martial arts more?"

Sun Xiaohong blinked her big eyes and said with a smile: "Can't I really be interested in you? Or... are you scared?"

"Haha... If the girl wants to ask about my martial arts, I can't ask for it..."

Fang Ming laughed and said, "I have two sets of martial arts here. I wonder if the girl is willing to learn it?"

"I am a fool if I don't learn it!" Sun Xiaohong agreed: "What are you going to teach me? Are you going to swordsmanship?"

Fang Ming shook his head: "With your physical strength and physique, the knife technique is not suitable for you, so I will teach you how to set the 'Three Cups of Qigong' and 'Five Mountains Palm'?"

"Three cups of Qigong? The Five Mountains Palm Method?"

Sun Xiaohong said in confusion: "This name is so strange. I have never heard of it..."

"This set of palm techniques and internal skills are all derived from an ancient poem, three cups of promises, and the Five Mountains are light. The name was given by me later... Don't worry, if I use any third-rate martial arts to deceive you, wouldn't I look down on Mr. Sun's family tradition too much?"

Fang Ming laughed loudly, and immediately found a hotel and began to teach Sun Xiaohong these two martial arts.

The Knight's exercise technique covers all-encompassing, including dozens of body techniques, sword techniques, fist and palm techniques, and breathing techniques. Fang Ming, before, only forced himself to remember and evolved a sword technique of "Ten Steps and One Kill".

Now, after practicing innate practice, Buddhist martial arts have no secrets to him, so he has to start learning from the strengths of hundreds of schools, and then use the simple skills of sitting and forgetting the scriptures to eliminate the drought and preserve the essence, and deduce a martial art that is most suitable for you!

This time I took two sets from it and gave them to others.

He traveled through many worlds before, and although he did not intend to collect them, he still accumulated a lot of martial arts skills, as if he was a big treasure house, and he didn't feel at all when he gave out a few sets.

Moreover, the most important thing about the Xiakexing is the last chapter of opening up acupoints, and the "Taixuan Sutra" written in Tadpole. These two pieces are real magical artifacts and he will not easily be with others. As for the first two sets of martial arts, at best, the level of martial arts in the major sects in the ancient dragon world is nothing.

With careful teaching at this time, some of the difficulties and omissions accumulated in the past were solved. By the day when Sun Xiaohong was mastered, it was the time when his two sets of martial arts were perfected.

"These two sets of martial arts?"

When Fang Ming passed the mantra once, Sun Xiaohong's face changed.

"How about it? How about your family's martial arts?"

Fang Ming asked with a smile.

"It's comparable, but there's still something beyond the essence..." Sun Xiaohong gasped: "You're giving me such a magical skill?"

It’s not just about the same? With Sun Xiaohong’s knowledge, these two sets of martial arts are almost enough to be considered as the treasure of the sect among the so-called eight major sects in the world!

"Of course... we have a lot of time, I will teach you slowly, you will learn slowly..."

Fang Ming smiled lightly and said that he had accumulated a lot of time this time and had a lot of extra money. He was just enough to pass it and was waiting!

Days passed by Fang Ming’s good teacher day by day.

Sun Xiaohong has good talent and is taught by a famous teacher. She has made great progress in these two sets of kung fu, and her impression of Fang Ming has changed again and again.

Through daily conversations and guidance during practice, she was shocked to find that Fang Ming actually treated the stars and stars, and was skilled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. His martial arts were all-encompassing, and his martial arts were all-encompassing, and his knowledge was well-versed in hundreds of schools, and even Shaolin. The secrets of Wudang's untold are often spoken casually. His martial arts were so high that it was as deep as the sea, and it was difficult to guess.

And when Sun Xiaohong first glanced at the door, the opportunity Fang Ming had been waiting for came!

Li Xunhuan finally left. He was simply an outsider in Li Garden, and he could not imagine how embarrassing it was! It was the result of Long Xiaoyun's efforts to keep it.

Mr. Tiedi and a group of Shaolin monks also entered Xingyun Village, claiming to the outside world that it was to investigate the plum blossom thieves, but only Long Xiaoyun himself knew the actual reason.

"But, do you think it's safe to use a group of monks and a broken iron flute? Naive!"

Fang Ming was wandering in Xingyun Village with no one, and finally arrived in front of an exquisite Accord.

"Catch the plum blossom thief! Catch the plum blossom thief!" He suddenly shouted, fearing that others would not know that someone would break into the village.

"The plum blossoms are here! Go quickly! Beware!"

For a moment, the entire Xingyun Village seemed to have come alive. Eighteen monks rushed together and surrounded Fang Ming, leading by a middle-aged monk and a goatee-bearded old scholar.

"Well! Mr. Tiedi...and this master?"

"Amitabha, in Shaolin, is Tan Yue a few days ago calling himself a plum blossom thief and killing four heroes, Qin, Zhao, Tian, ​​and Gongsun?"

The middle-aged monk held the bronze Buddhist beads and shouted as a lion.

"Not bad! Are you from the Shaolin generation of 'Xin'? Didn't you actually die twenty years ago?"

Fang Ming was very curious. He killed Shaolin without leaving any other children, so the heart of the heart naturally did not exist, but this heart really emerged.

"The little monk was a lay disciple back then, and he became a monk after the catastrophe! Tan Yue actually knew what happened twenty years ago? But even if he shouldn't mention it in front of the little monk..."

Monk Xinzhen's voice was low, and this behavior of exposing his shortcomings in person made the eighteen-stick monks behind him full of righteous indignation and blushing.

After the battle of the Magic Sword, Shaolin was seriously injured and had to close the mountain gate for twenty years. He only came out to travel again recently. He attaches great importance to the arrest of plum blossom thieves. How could he allow a young man to point fingers? Or even insult?

"It turned out that I was lucky enough to escape the disaster, but I didn't learn it well. Twenty years of blocking the mountain in Shaolin may not be enough. At least forty years will it take to recover your vitality. Otherwise, you should be careful of being slaughtered again!"

As soon as Fang Ming said this, Mr. Tie Di next to him was shocked: "This young man is so angry and so brave!"

"All the disciples obey the orders! Set up the eighteen-stick monk formation and subdue demons!"
Chapter completed!