If the emperor was controlled, the Qing nobles would have no chance of establishing another person.

But what if the Qing Dynasty's powerful people were caught in one go?

Fang Ming thought about it and felt that this idea was quite feasible, but it would take several years to arrange it slowly.

"And... combined with the Hundred Poisons Sutra and Wang Lianhua's poison technique, I seem to be able to develop several drugs with an addictive nature of more than 100 times of the Five Stones. After taking it, it can make people fall into a fairyland, intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. In this way, using Yongyan as the foundation, it will inevitably corrode the entire Eight Banners..."

After all, there are people who eat raw rice everywhere. If there is a bannerman who really sacrifices his life and makes the matter come out, it will inevitably bring a heavy blow to Fang Ming at the beginning of the plan, so there is still a need for cover.

Once this kind of five stones is taken out, outsiders will only think that Yongyan is gathering to take drugs to win over people's hearts and will not think about other aspects.

The corruption rate of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty after entering the pass was also extremely unexpected.

"The important person is fed the Three Corpse Brain Divine Pills, and the unimportant person controls it with Wushisan... In this way, two-pronged approaches, I seem to be able to create a 'Fifteenth Master Party'?"

Fang Ming knew very well that he would usurp the supreme power with such a big fanfare, and there would definitely be many enemies in front of him.

Isn’t the party struggle a great excuse to cleanse opponents? This “Fifteenth Master Party” is actually a “pill, party” with unlimited potential. When the power develops, it will definitely be out of control. All the clean streams, loyal ministers and others will be completely cleaned out of the court.

After it reaches a certain level, it can even force the palace to force the palace. Through the handover of the throne, Fang Ming's usurpation plan was covered up under the smoke of the prince's uterus and fighting for the throne. It was simply unaware of it and unaware of it.

"And if this happens, Yongyan may be a little moved... After all, is the seat of the Supreme Lord of Nine Five? Even the puppets may be someone who wants to sit... And after so many people board the boat, will he still allow him to retreat?"

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Fang Ming's mouth.

If he did this, the Qing court rule would definitely collapse after he left this world. Even if he could barely cheer up, he would at least lose a century of national destiny! But what does this have to do with him?

It is enough to plunder the most luck in the shortest time!

Now he first passed the Hundred Poisons True Sutra to Li Shengnan, and then called the registered disciple Ji Xiaofeng, Master Zangling and others to explain a few things briefly, and told Ji Xiaofeng to buy medicinal materials. Fang Ming himself brought Master Zangling and Monk Mifa and five monks to the Yongyan Mansion in a swagger.

After showing the token, Fang Ming was immediately respectfully invited to Yongyan.

Yongyan gave up the outsider and smiled bitterly: "Those individuals died yesterday. The servants and several imperial doctors were nothing, but Ximen Muye's thirteen brothers were a little noisy. Even Sikonghua, the commander of the Imperial Army, and Kou Fanggao, came to ask several times, but I fooled him..."

"Nothing happens!"

Fang Ming waved his hand and said, "Ximen Muye is just a savage in the world. If he dies, he will die. As long as he subdues his subordinates, someone will come out to take over his work. There is nothing to say about the Imperial Guards and the Great Inspectors..."

He glanced at Yongyan and smiled and said, "You call Ximen Muye's subordinates directly, I will conquer them one by one..."

Yong Yan was also determined to weigh Fang Ming's martial arts. This kid still didn't give up and wanted to see if there was any possibility of keeping Fang Mingqiang. He happened to hear that Ximen Muye had many good martial arts masters, so he immediately ordered someone to spread the news.

The thirteen martial arts masters were eager to take revenge. They had made a big fuss several times before, but now when they heard that the enemy was coming, they immediately gathered at the martial arts field in the royal palace.

"Everyone... This Mr. Fang is a guest minister invited by my prince. The two of them started a war competition before. Teacher Ximen unfortunately died and was defeated. There was no complaints with others. But Mr. Fang still wants to see you..."

A fat eunuch came over and said in a slight voice. After that, he felt that the eyes of the two groups were a little cunning, and he immediately retreated away and did not dare to look again.

The thirteen yellow-clad men under Ximen Muye were of different shapes, and they were also a little afraid of Fang Ming and the demons behind them.

The two sides confronted each other for a moment, and a big man in yellow walked out and asked, "Please invite everyone on the other side! My elder brother was invited over yesterday. Even if you talk about martial arts, you should be the one who can stop it. Why are you going to take the harsh action?"

Fang Ming begged to the sky and said, "Since I have received a large sum of money from the prince, how can I let those who deceive the world and steal the reputation deceive the prince? Then Ximen Muye was killed duel with me. If you don't agree, you can come up and die!"

His words were extremely arrogant, and he immediately made the wave of yellow-clothed people so angry that they were filled with smoke. When the big man in yellow saw Fang Ming's appearance and the demons behind him, he suddenly thought of someone coming. He felt a chill in his heart. He suppressed his anger and asked, "Is he the one who calls himself the Evil Emperor?"

How famous is Fang Ming now? A few of the men in yellow immediately said "ah", which seemed quite out of place.

"Haha... Not bad, I'm Fang Fushui!"

Fang Ming looked at the men in yellow who were about to move: "Do you want to avenge Ximen Muye? Then come up together..."

These thirteen men in yellow were collected by Ximen Muye for all his thoughts. Each of them had a skill in a unique way. His martial arts were not inferior to Ximen Muye, so they were usually called brothers.

It was precisely because Fang Ming knew that this wave of demons was the elite of the evil masters that he had the idea of ​​conquering him.

The man in yellow was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that Fang Ming wanted to compete one-on-one to let them go up and settle their grudges. This was already an extremely risky thing, but he never expected that Fang Ming wanted them to rush forward!

"Arrogant!!!"

Immediately, a Tibetan monk wearing a yellow cassock shouted coldly and slapped Fang Ming with his palm. The palm was as red as blood, and the storm was blowing.

This is the blood handprint of the Tibetan Palm of the Yellow Sect secret masterpiece of the Tibetan Palm! The middle part is the Jin Sugu San, and the blood is poisoned. If it is poisoned, it will definitely die within three days.

With just this palm, Fang Ming knew that the Tibetan monk's martial arts was half a step higher than that of Sang Mulao at the beginning, and was only under the monk Mifa.

"Well! This hidden blood-transmitting handprint is good, but unfortunately I only practiced until the seventh minute!"

Fang Ming slashed out his left palm and made several hand seals in the air, which used the great hand seal skill of Tantric Buddhism. He heard the sound of "wave" and his palms intersected, as if the middle defeated the enemy. The Tibetan monk immediately rolled and retreated, lying on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.

"It's nothing more than a master!"

Several men in yellow were shocked. This master was just a top five player among them. He was defeated by Fang Ming with one palm?

"If you practice your blood handprint skills to the level of fire, your palms should be the same as those of ordinary people. You are still three minutes away from the fire and you will come out to explore the world. If it weren't for my ancestor, I would have been merciless, these blood palms would have been ruined... Now, why don't you hurry up and return to your original power?"

Fang Ming sneered.

It was nothing more than a stern heart in the monk's heart. He felt that his qi and blood were about to dissipate. It was indeed a sign of dispersing the rituals. He never dared to delay it anymore. He went straight to a corner to sit down and exercise his rituals.

Seeing Fang Ming showing great power and knowing the evil martial arts, the man in yellow felt even more heartbroken and said, "Since the ancestor insisted on giving advice, we had to..."

"etc……"

Fang Ming suddenly said: "You have different martial arts skills. I will point out a few of them. Let me leave the others to my subordinates behind to solve..."

"you!"

He pointed at the yellow-clothed man at the beginning, and pointed to two brothers who looked like alike and three other people: "There are two of you, and these three martial arts are quite interesting, so you can compete with the ancestors, and the others...hehe..."

The implication is that the rest of the men in yellow are not even qualified to let him take action.

The men in yellow were furious, but after seeing the few people Fang Ming pointed out, they felt a chill.

They recognized that the two Fang Ming pointed out were Lian brothers, and the skill of typing and tying eight meridians in one hand was the first among the thirteen people, and even Ximen Muye was not an opponent.

The other three men were sworn brothers named Jiao Zhan, Bao Dan, and Wang Yin. They were all born with divine power and first-class martial arts. They were called the "Three Demons of Jibei"!

The last one is called Wang Shuntian, who has the family-born Drunken Eight Immortal Stick Technique and Drunken Fist to hit Fujian and Guangdong invincible.

These six people, plus the previous masters, are the seven with the best martial arts skills among the thirteen!

Fang Ming actually saw through their martial arts with just a glance!

"It's interesting... let me wait for six people to learn about the ancestor's tricks!"

Wang Shuntian raised his gossip sticks with drunken eyes and came out, and then the Lian brothers and the three demons of Jibei followed closely.

"Destroy the Dharma, hide the spirit... You have to teach the magical powers of my ancestors. If you can't even solve the remaining six, don't expect the antidote next year!"

Fang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, sat and watched six men in yellow surrounded him, and suddenly said.

Master Zangling and others' expressions changed wildly. Knowing that this was a major event of life, they immediately cried and pounced on him, exerting their entire life's skills.

The iron rod of the monk Defaming Dharma flew over, making it the most ferocious "Demon-Subduing Wand Technique". When the two cymbals of the Tibetan Spirit touched, it was deafening. Jin Richan waved the strange rod and unfolded his own "Thunder Stick Technique", which was lightning and thunder.

Kunlun Sanren used both sword and palm, and the palm was stopped. The sword technique was gentle and the moves were forced. Sang Muluo also used his unique "ghost claw" skill, which was fierce and fierce. She immediately killed the other six yellow men.
Chapter completed!