"Yideng is just a monk, so what's the point?"

The monk smiled and said, "You are the generals, the prime minister... all the country's Gancheng, how can you accompany me here?"

This person is indeed Duan Zhixing. The four people who came here were fishermen, woodcutters and farming.

The official who looked like a Confucian scholar frowned and asked, "Does the Supreme Emperor know who kidnapped Concubine Liu?"

"Oh... I don't know that since I have cultivated the cause of evil, I will get the result of evil... It's just that the layman who abducted Yinggu's martial arts is extremely skilled, not inferior to the Chongyang real person in the past, and was born so young and so young. It's really shocking..."

Yideng's eyes were filled with memories, and I wonder if he thought of the scene when the Huashan sword contest was held.

...

"Who are you?"

Fang Ming took Yinggu to run like lightning, and soon he went out dozens of miles away, putting the white-haired woman down and untie the acupoints.

Yinggu rubbed her wrists and asked coldly: "Are you also Duan Zhixing's lackey? Come and make things difficult for me, a weak woman?"

"If I were a person with Yidian, I wouldn't have taken you away just now..."

Fang Ming was holding his hands on his back, looking very leisurely: "Why are you still here? Don't you go to find Zhou Botong?"

In the original work, Yinggu had to wander in the world for several years after leaving Dali. During this period, Zhou Botong was trapped by Huang Yaoshi on Taohua Island, so Yinggu could only practice mechanical skills in Heilongtan, hoping to save her lover from difficulties. Unfortunately, she was not qualified and was not as good as a little girl Huang Rong until she was old.

"Botong?"

When Zhou Botong was mentioned, a soft color flashed in Yinggu's eyes, and then he became more alert.

"I am idle and talented. I am a real person in the Song Dynasty. I am quite sure of the innate calculations..." Fang Ming's face seemed to be a little smirking, and suddenly chanted: "Four machines, the ducks and mandarin weaving are about to fly together. Poor, the old man is white before the spring waves and green grass, and the deep in the morning cold, I bathe in red clothes... I also know a little about this..."

Hearing Fang Ming's words of Ying Gu's love with Zhou Botong, Ying Gu's face suddenly showed a deep affection and said excitedly: "Can you... be he called you..."

"Even if it is not right, it is not far away..."

Fang Ming said: "If you still want to see Zhou Botong, come with me!"

After all, Yinggu was very affectionate to Zhou Botong. After Fang Ming said this, how could she have any other opinions? She immediately went out of Dali with Fang Ming and came all the way to Dongting Lake.

Fang Ming did not delay and watched the beautiful scenery of Dongting, but went straight west, Changde, Chenzhou, and up the Yuanjiang River, and came to the territory of Tiezhang Peak.

This Iron Palm Peak is shaped like five roots facing the sky, with a steep peak in the mountains, and even a entrenched Iron Palm Gang!

The Iron Palm Gang has been developing continuously since Qiu Qianren's succession. Now it is striking the two Hunan and Sichuan areas, but the gang members have gradually lost their constraints, killed people and set fires, and committed all kinds of evil.

The leader of the Iron Palm Gang, Qiu Qianren, is a rare master in the world. Although he knew that he would not go to the Huashan Sword Competition for the first time, if he ranked the masters in the world, this person would definitely be among the top ten, and perhaps even higher.

"Is Botong here?"

Yinggu looked at the towering mountains and said in confusion.

"Not...but the Iron Palm Gang has a huge power. In Jiangnan, there are almost only the Beggars' Gang who can suppress it. There are many ears and eyes, so it is naturally convenient to find someone..."

Fang Ming smiled very perfunctorily, and Yinggu's eyes were obviously wary, but she was worried that Fang Ming's martial arts skills were too strong and she could not get out.

“Well…”

Seeing her like this, Fang Ming suddenly laughed: "Do you still want to take revenge?"

"What?" Yinggu's eyes turned red and extremely ferocious when she mentioned the hatred of killing her son.

"With your current martial arts, I'm afraid you can't even beat the four guards next to Yideng, let alone compete with Duan's Yiyang..."

Fang Ming said calmly: "But if you follow me, I will teach you all the best martial arts... or even... help you find the person who injured your son!"

"What you said seriously?" Yinggu looked surprised and suspicious. After all, Fang Ming didn't look like a living Lei Feng no matter how he looked.

"It's natural that I have a reason to do things. Just watch it..."

Fang Ming climbed up the stairs, with his big sleeves floating, his fairy-like traits, but he walked extremely quickly.

"Stop! This is where the Iron Palm Gang is, the idle people are waiting...ah..."

Halfway through the way, two iron palms helped the disciples jump out, and they were immediately grabbed and threw by Fang Ming, and fell to the ground without moving.

The movement here naturally alarmed the disciples behind him, and twenty or thirty gang members holding swords and swords jumped out in an instant.

Unfortunately, no matter how they shouted or restrained the siege, they could not escape Fang Ming's seemingly casual, and he grabbed and threw it lightly, and lay all over the floor with three moves and two moves.

Yinggu followed Fang Ming, thinking in her wonderful eyes: "This man's martial arts is so high that he seems to be above that old thief. If I join him and seek the true teachings, I may have hope of revenge in the future!"

The disciples screamed and wailed here finally alarmed the above. When Fang Ming arrived at the mountain gate, a middle-aged man in a yellow shirt and a palm fan held a group of iron palms to help the disciples block in front.

The middle-aged man was about forty or fifty years old, and he clasped his fists and said, "I am Qiu Qianren! I don't know what happened to my Iron Palm Gang to offend the Lord? He fought so hard, regardless of the rules of the world?"

"To be honest, the iron palm has helped you to commit crimes a lot, but it has not fallen into my head..."

Fang Ming smiled: "It's just that I have something to ask you to do for me, so naturally I have to do it!"

The rules of the world have always been that the strong win, and the weak have no room for resistance!

"Okay! OK! OK! It turns out that heroes are young!"

Qiu Qianren laughed furiously. This was the first time he had seen such an arrogant person as Fang Ming!

"As long as you can take my iron palm, so what if I can drive it?"

Qiu Qianren was self-conceived that the iron palm skills were unparalleled in the world, second only to the other four masters. Seeing Fang Ming like this, he immediately shouted coldly and the iron palm suddenly appeared!

Although his iron palm is not as strong as Hong Qigong's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, it is sharp and ruthless, and the changes are even more exquisite. At this time, a palm was slapped, and it was really a gust of wind and turbulent changes.

Unexpectedly, Fang Ming didn't move, let Qiu Qianren slap the key acupoint on his chest.

Qiu Qianren was slightly stunned: "My iron palm is extremely powerful. Even if Mr. Hong Qi and others dare not let me print my palm on my chest like this, is this man seeking death?"

But he immediately felt that what he was filming was not like a human body, but instead looked like a big ball of cotton. The soft force came from all sides, and actually sucked his palms, and his face suddenly changed: "This...this..."

He hurriedly wanted to stop and retreat, but Fang Ming smiled slightly at this time. Qiu Qianren Muran felt a powerful force from the other party's chest to his palm, and then went straight down his dantian along his arm. He couldn't help but complain: "My life is over!"

Unexpectedly, the force was retracted as soon as it was released. Qiu Qianren was ashamed of a general amnesty, retreating four or five steps in a row, his face was pale without a trace of blood.

"how?"

Fang Ming showed his skills but did not attack, but instead asked.

"Your Excellency is very good at martial arts! The Iron Palm Gang is allowed to give instructions!" Qiu Qianren's face changed a few times. He was not a good person at all. He turned a good Iron Palm Gang into a place where dirt and dirt was hidden, and even made an act of surrendering to the Jin Kingdom. At this time, for the sake of his life, he would be happy to do whatever he did.

Although Qiu Qianren's martial arts skills are considered to be at the level of a master, his character is worse than Ouyang Feng. At least Ouyang Feng couldn't think of an evil plan to hurt Yinggu's son, and then deliberately tempted Yideng to take action!

No matter what means Fang Ming uses to deal with such a person, it is natural and will definitely receive miraculous effects, because this person is afraid of death!

Once you have weaknesses, you can prescribe the right medicine.

But Qiu Qianren was still secretly ruthless in his heart: "Thief, don't give me a chance, otherwise..."

"I don't think you will be convinced, but you swallowed this pill first..."

Fang Ming could see at a glance what Qiu Qianren was planning, and took out a vermilion pill with a smile.

"No……"

Qiu Qianren used his butt to guess and knew that this was definitely not a good thing, so why would he be more restrained at this time?

But as soon as he spoke the first word, he saw Fang Ming raise his palm and push it horizontally.

"Gugu..."

With this palm, Fang Ming's abdomen was bulging and swelling. It seemed that a huge bullfrog was screaming. It turned out to be Ouyang Feng's toad skill!

Along the way, Fang Ming has combined Ouyang Feng's toad skills with the Taoist sect's conquest technique and has mastered a brand new martial art.

This exercise of exerting the five internal organs and practicing the six internal organs is even more shocking. I am afraid that even if Ouyang Feng comes in person, it will be difficult to stop the sharpness.

Qiu Qianren's martial arts skills were still inferior to Ouyang Feng at this time. He was surrounded by palm force and felt like he was burning inside and was extremely blocked. When his chest was stuffy, he couldn't help but open his mouth, like a real big toad.

Fang Ming bounced his fingers and the pill on his hand had fallen into Qiu Qianren's mouth and swallowed it.

"Haha... I also know that you are definitely not willing to do your best for me, so I will let you taste the power of the Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Poison..."

Fang Ming hit the toad skill with a palm, but when the force fell to Qiu Qianren's chest, it suddenly changed. He bent his hand into his fingers, and tapped Qiu Qianren several large acupoints like the wind.

Qiu Qianren's face changed a few times, and he felt a few internal forces that were either fierce or cold, gushing out of the acupoints. He instantly crawled through the internal organs along the meridians, and even merged with a heat flow in his abdomen. He wandered around the eight extraordinary meridians. He suddenly felt that tens of thousands of ants were crawling in and out of the bone marrow. He kept experiencing severe pain and numbness and itchyness. But his mind was very clear, and his facial features became more sensitive. He couldn't help but scream and rolled on the ground.

The harsh screams echoed between the iron palm peaks, shocking countless birds.

An hour later, Fang Ming had been respectfully invited to the hall of the Iron Palm Gang. Qiu Qianren stood solemnly and never dared to look at Fang Ming again.

"You are too busy doing things..."

Yinggu couldn't help frowning when she saw Qiu Qianren's miserable situation before.

"If the girl knew what he had done, she would probably have been ten times more cruel than me..."
Chapter completed!