The mystery of the Shura Yinsha Divine Art from Meng Shentong, and then integrating this essence into himself is Fang Ming’s plan now!

And there is far more than one teenage mouse!

Fang Ming looked at the four demons outside, with a smile on his lips.

Although these four evil masters cannot be said to have done many evil things, they are definitely not good people. If they die, they will only eliminate harm for the people and feel at ease.

Fang Ming laughed, ordered the carriage to stop, and said swayingly: "You four have been doing things well recently, and the ancestor is very happy. Now I specially tell you the first three levels of the Shura Yinsha Divine Art! I hope you work hard to practice the qigong, so don't let the ancestor down..."

Master Zangling and others were all overjoyed and thanked each other.

Although they don’t know the difference between Shura Yinsha Divine Art and Shura Yinsha Divine Art, even the Shura Yinsha Divine Art that Meng Shentong, whom they had seen before, is already an extremely evil sect skill. Now that Fang Ming teaches it directly, how can they not be overjoyed?

"Tianshan Sword Technique..."

Seeing the four people excited, Fang Ming began to figure out the Tianshan sword technique he obtained from the disciples of the Tianshan Sect.

This Tianshan sword technique was created by the hard work of Huo Tiandu and his son, and learned from the strengths of hundreds of schools. It is profound and profound, and it is really a unique page in sword technique!

After several generations of heads such as Huiming of the Tianshan School, it has reached the level of "unbreakable", which is also a huge addition to Fang Ming's sword accumulation.

He is now in a situation where swords are more important than swords. His sword technique is a thousand miles a day because of the guidance of "Wanjie Sword Book" and Fang La's notes, but sword technique requires oneself to explore.

Fortunately, he made great progress by learning from other things at this time and had gradually reached the threshold of sword intent.

"Master, where are we going next?"

Master Zangling respectfully asked for instructions.

"Mingshan! Alas... Lu Siniang is a genius of generations, but since she went, the entire Mingshan Sect will be defeated. Among the disciples of the disciples, except for one Gu Zhihua, they are all people who are not on the table. It's so sad..."

Fang Ming sighed, and the carriage walked slowly.

"hey-hey……"

A strange laugh suddenly came from the roadside, with a mockery.

"Who?" Sang Mulao was eager to make contributions and used the excellent light skills of "land flying" and chased her far away after several lifts and falls.

The three masters of Zangling stood firm. In their opinion, Sang Mulao was already a top-notch player in the evil sect. Recently, she received guidance from Fang Ming. Her martial arts skills were greatly improved. As long as the enemy was not at the level of the head of the righteous sect, she could handle it.

“Wow…”

But it didn't take long before Sang Mulao returned, and she was so angry that she screamed, as if she had suffered some loss: "The man ran fast and could not be found. Don't let me catch him, otherwise he would be peeled and removed from his bones!"

Master Zangling saw that Sang Mu Lao seemed to have suffered a small loss, but he was safe and sound. He already knew that the enemy's martial arts skills were low and he could only take this slutty journey. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Don't pay attention to him, it's important for us to hurry up!"

Unexpectedly, after walking more than ten miles, the strange laughter came again, and a figure flashed in the woods.

"Master?" Kunlun Sanren asked softly.

"I'm not surprised, but my own mistake is defeated... I just need someone to drive a car here, and I don't have to ask the ancestor about the rest!"

Fang Ming's voice came from the carriage.

"Boy, leave it for grandma!"

After hearing Fang Ming's words, Sang Mulao could not bear it? She immediately rushed out like a big bird. Kunlun Sanren was afraid that she would suffer, so she followed behind.

Master Zangling thought that these two people were enough to make a contribution. Who knew that after waiting for a long time, Kunlun Sanren and Sang Mulao still cursed and returned empty-handedly.

"That girl, I have to peel her skin..." Sang Mula looked like a dusty face.

"Girl?" Master Zangling looked at Kunlun Sanren, and the devil was also in a mess.

"We were not bad for a while, and she ran away again, but she also saw clearly that there was only one enemy, and it seemed like a woman..."

Kunlun Sanren said something and stopped talking. It was a great shame to suffer a loss at a woman's hands. Master Zangling didn't know how to ask in detail, but he was even more curious.

The four of them expected that the man would definitely come again, so they immediately focused on guard. Unexpectedly, the twenty miles away from that time were safe and strange laughter never came again.

"Haha... I guess that person was afraid of us..."

Before Master Zangling finished speaking, he suddenly saw a wooden sign standing by the roadside, saying, "Sangmu bitch, Kunlun old dog, Tibetan old dog...'

The dirty words are full of silence, and the Buddha really wants to get angry.

Suddenly, the strange laughter came again, and a black shadow flashed.

"If you run away again this time, I will write my name in reverse!" Sang Mulao and Kunlun Sanren both snatched out, and Master Zangling was curious, and he became angry and followed him.

Master Zangling saw the black shadow running around and was slender and light. He was indeed a woman. He seemed to be the same person as Mengjiazhuang who rescued Jin Shiyi from the gang. He couldn't help but feel a little more alert.

"Two old dogs see the trick!"

The woman suddenly turned around and stabbed two swords! Both were fast and poisonous, steady, accurate and ruthless. Sang Mu Lao chased her too quickly and almost hit the sword, making her angry curse.

"This woman has good martial arts skills, and it seems that she is also a evil sect!"

Sang Mulao and Kunlun Sanren had already fought with the woman at this time. Although the woman had good martial arts skills, how could she be the opponent of these two evil devils? She was hit by a palm after dozens of moves and shook her body.

"Haha... I'll come!"

Sang Mulao was overjoyed and attacked rashly. Suddenly, the sky was rippling with a large golden wire net fell, covering her and Kunlun Sanren.

The giant net was not known what was made of, but it was extremely tough. No matter how Sang Mulao and Kunlun Sanren could not escape, it seemed that they had applied some medicine. After struggling for a while, the two demons became depressed.

The woman in black spitted out blood and murmured: "The big revenge is finally repaid today!"

He pulled out the short sword and seemed to want to stab the two of them to death. Suddenly, his body shook and fell to the ground.

"Master Zangling, come and help your life!"

When Kunlun Sanren saw the red cassock of Master Zangling, he was immediately happy and said.

"You two don't know where you got enemies, and you still want me to save them..."

The man from Zangling strode forward and laughed.

"No, I don't know this woman at all..." Sang Mula suddenly shouted.

At this moment, the woman lying on the ground moved her hands and a few black iron gallbladders shot out quickly.

"Not good!" Master Zangling retreated suddenly, but it was no longer enough!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The three iron galls exploded as soon as they hit the ground, and they seemed to contain gunpowder. In the thick smoke, countless fine needles of cow capillaries flew to the west.

Master Zangling took his busy schedule to use a roll of cassock, and several kites turned over, but the seven major acupoints on the vest, Quchi, Huanzou and other acupoints were all numb, and the whole person fell to the ground immediately.

"How does my poisonous mist golden needle flame bomb taste..."

The woman in black got up, her voice slightly hoarse and her breathing was heavy. It was obvious that she had just fought against the two demons, and the injury she suffered was not a fake.

The previous few times she deliberately disturbed her was to deliberately make these people feel restless and careless, and underestimate the enemy, so she even fell into this last trap, and her scheming and wisdom are remarkable.

She adjusted her breath twice again, then stepped forward and carefully fumbled in the arms of Master Zangling, and didn't even look at Sang Mulu and Kunlun Sanren.

Kunlun San shouted anxiously: "Okay, she turns out to be your enemy! We will be in trouble with the fish in the pond..."

"No? Why can't it be?"

The woman in black searched all over Zangling Master, murmured, then put the short sword on the neck of Zangling Master, shouting, "Where is that picture? Where is it?"

Master Zangling was stunned and then laughed: "I have already presented it to the master. If you want it, go find him!"

The woman was so angry that she paused: "It actually fell into the hands of the Evil Emperor Fang... Damn it... It would be much more troublesome to take it back from his..."

"Not bad! I am indeed not comparable to these idiots under my command!"

Fang Ming's voice suddenly came, causing the woman in black to tremble. When she turned her head, she saw Fang Ming standing on a branch behind her with her hands in her hands, her figure rising and falling with the wind, as if she was on the verge of control of the wind.

"The Eternal Evil Emperor is floating in the water?"

The woman in black screamed, and a sword tip was wiped out, and blood was oozing from the neck of the man on the Tibetan spirit, threatening:

"Stay here! Do you want your subordinates' lives?"

"What do you think?"

Fang Ming's body was floating down like falling leaves, and asked back.

"It's true that he is the ancestor of the evil sect, cold-blooded and ruthless!"

The woman in black sneered and returned to the sword and entered the sheath. She obviously knew that the previous threat had no effect at all.

"Since you have that picture, do you want to get Qiao Beiming's treasure again? Without my guidance, you will not be able to......"

The woman in black paused and saw Fang Ming also listening carefully. A cunning look suddenly appeared in her eyes. She had a yang in her left hand and three black balls flew out, showing a font-shaped figure in mid-air.

As soon as she used this move, she never looked at the result again. She turned around and retreated rapidly.

"Although your poisonous mist golden needle flame bomb is powerful, it lacks the guidance of "Hundred Poisons True Sutra" and is still five minutes away from the original version. How can you do anything to me?"

Fang Ming laughed and stuck out his right hand, his five fingers were like a hook, his body stepped forward like a ghost, and he copied it, and actually caught three balls in the air. He held them and rubbed them again, and the poisonous mist golden needle flame bomb disappeared without a trace, only a slight powder scattered between Fang Ming's fingers.

"good……"

With this magical skill that surpassed the "kneading iron into mud", the three demons on the ground seemed to be stunned.

But Fang Ming had already blocked the woman in black as if she was moving across the sky. He reached out and picked up the gauze on her face.

"Well... the little kid looks good... Is the girl called Li Shengnan?"

Fang Ming smiled strangely.

What appeared in front of him was a pretty face like white jade with mutton fat, unparalleled beauty, and three-point evil spirits between his eyebrows and three-point heroic spirit. However, there were a few stubborn expressions in his eyes.
Chapter completed!