"True news?"

Thank you everyone was about to ask again, but a loud crane cry suddenly resounded, and a white cloud floated from the sky.

"Iron beak flying crane?!"

Old Taoist Gan bowed to the ground: "I have seen Uncle Liuyun!"

Huh!

The strong wind roared, blowing the sailors on the deck around, and a huge cloud crane stayed on the deck, and occasionally tidied up its pure white feathers with its pointed mouth.

On the back of the flying crane, there was a feathered black crown standing, like a young man, but he had a strange man with vicissitudes of life.

"Well, I am on the order of the sect leader, and let you put it in Kangzhou in advance and hand it over to the boy Wu Yong later. We will rush to the imperial capital immediately!"

Taoist Liuyun said without even looking at the people around him.

Although this Taoist still looks like a saggy boy, the old Taoist Gan, who has a gray beard, has an extremely respectful expression, which is even more concise than meeting his ancestors.

From the moment he appeared, everything around him seemed to be controlled by him. Qiao'er girl didn't even dare to say anything more, let alone her.

"Abide by the law!"

When Old Taoist Gan moved his sleeves, he somehow stood on Feihe's back.

The iron beak and the crane roared for a long time, soared into the sky, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a black dot in the sky and disappeared.

"What a terrible person... Miss, I didn't even dare to raise my head in front of him!"

Qiao'er still felt scared when she took a large breast.

"Iron beak flying crane? Liuyun Taoist! Heavenly man..."

From the cabin, the lady's sigh came from: "Yujing is probably about to undergo a major change, and the dragon pillar is tense, and the world will be difficult from now on..."

"Then where will we go next?"

For Qiaoer, the world has nothing to do with herself, because her whole world is on this ship and next to the lady.

"Go to Kangzhou! There may be surprises there!"

...

A corner of chaos in the world has begun to gradually begin, but the turmoil caused may help Fang Ming delay a disaster.

Although Fang Ming was unaware of all this, he was vaguely aware of it from the clues.

"Even if the Qingyun Sect sends a master to investigate, he will definitely find the Divine Sword coach as soon as possible, but now my people have no news..."

Fang Ming sat upright on the chair of the Grand Master, his face calmed down: "In other words... Is it that... Is it that I have been tripped by something, or is it going to be put into the martial arts conference and solve it together?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stand up again and looked at the young man who was sweating profusely in the schoolyard, practicing boxing and palm techniques, and occasionally using weapons.

"See the commander!"

More than a thousand young men shouted loudly in unison, but the sound was still shaking the sky.

"Not bad..." Fang Ming looked at the gradually forming black dragon army, and his face also showed surprise.

This black dragon army will be the strongest force under his command in the future.

With his current cultivation level, even if he encounters an ordinary army, even if he is wearing a strong and well-equipped force, he can still kill seven in and seven out as long as he is less than a thousand people, and even waves his hand to take the general's head, and fight a thousand like this!

But if these thousand people were replaced by the boys in front of them who had practiced one or two levels of internal strength and cooperated with the art of killing and killing in battle formations, it would not be so easy for Fang Ming to break through.

If there were just a few masters of the same level among these thousands of troops to hold back, even Fang Ming would have to be surrounded and exhausted and eventually he would have hated him!

Martial arts have not reached the ultimate realm and have not become an extraordinary person. They are still somewhat concerned about secular power and human sea tactics.

"When the martial arts conference is about to take shape, we can take it out and see it... But before that, we still have to find some practical battles to meet the blood..."

The bloodless army is a joke!

If you directly drag more than a thousand people who have not been trained to the battlefield, it would definitely be a disaster!

"It's just...it's not that easy to find two disobedient sects to destroy them..."

Fang Ming looked around Kangzhou and found no suitable target.

After all, no matter how much Dajiang League shrinks, it always firmly occupies the third place in Kangzhou. It was also famous back then and it was loud and loud, and there were not many people who dared to stroke their tiger's beards.

Like Jiang Liufeng in Heihu Hall, he is also a strange thing, and he has become a target. After being slaughtered by Fang Ming, his entire subordinates are much more honest. This time he even asked people to give them money, and if he wanted secret techniques, he would give them secret techniques, looking honest.

In addition to these, the rest of the forces in Kangzhou either harbored the Qingyun branch or were under the jurisdiction of the Governor's Office, and Fang Ming was not easy to attack for the time being.

"Are you going to another state?"

A hint of hesitation flashed across Fang Ming's face: "There are no such good conditions outside. Under the dual network of Dajiang League and the Divine Sword Cult, the entire Kangzhou has no secrets to me. Even if the master comes, he can get the news as soon as possible..."

"It seems that after these seeds are cultivated, it's time to find a deputy commander!"

Fang Ming will never forget where his foundation is! His own force is the most worth relying on in troubled times!

Moreover, he has confidence that through this period of hard work, he has already left his mark on these teenagers.

Even if someone else comes, he will have to succeed. He will do his job by himself at the beginning and lay down traces. After his development and growth, he will naturally leave it to others to take care of. Fang Ming can only grasp the general direction at most.

...

Above the school ground.

Wang Dong, the son of the farmer who has been renamed, owned a piece of open space alone and is practicing palm techniques with one move.

"See the dragon in the field!"

"The flying dragon is in the sky!"

"The dragon swings its tail!"

"Kanglong regrets!"

...

The world is full of energy. At this time, Wang Dong used it in a very organized manner. The qi force was like a dragon roar, and the eighteen dragon submersion palms with powerful palms seemed to suit his temperament and exerted considerable power in his hands.

“Huhu…”

After using a set of palm techniques, Wang Dong also had a fine layer of sweat on his forehead: "The commander said that this set of palm techniques should be based on internal strength. The deeper the internal strength, the greater the power. I have only reached the fifth level of the Black Dragon Heart Method, and can only exert a maximum of one or two percent..."

But I don’t know how much envy and jealousy he has gained in the eyes of other teenagers like this.

"Good palm technique! I didn't expect that the commander is known as the best of swords and swords, and his fist skills are so exquisite!"

Not far away, there were several teenagers around Yan Benchu, one of whom was envious.

“It may be just a family tradition…”

A young man in a strong suit next to him looked angry, and the long sword in his hand was light and agile, and he was quite exquisite in the turning point.

He was born as a young master of a small gang under the Dajiang League. His family's "Nine Styles of Qingliu" are graceful and unparalleled. He can cultivate to the innate realm at the highest level. Even if he is in Kangzhou, he is famous, but compared with Wang Dong's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, it seems that nothing is gone.

"According to the rumor, the commander had intended to accept this stupid boy as a registered disciple before..."

Another young man with a smart face, squinted his eyes, as if the shopkeeper suddenly said gloomy.

"What a joke...just him..."

The fat white man suddenly stopped.

After all, although they were all subordinates of the commander, there were only a few young men who had received his merits from him.

"It's not necessarily a cause for nothing!" The shopkeeper sneered, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at another handsome young man who seemed to be much more mature: "Senior Brother Yan, what do you think?"

"Junior Brother Wang Dong can break through five levels in a row within one month, break through the twelve serious principles, and achieve a small success the day after tomorrow. I am not as good as him in this qualification... Even if it makes several elders' green eyes, it is quite possible..."

Yan Benchu ​​said the words in an unbiased manner. He had a higher status. He had a master of innateness leaning behind him. He was the real leader of this group of second-generation disciples and received more information.

But after knowing more, his heart became more and more unwilling, far less peaceful than he seemed.

"With Junior Brother Wang Dong's strength, next time, a team will be able to compete for the first time. A year later, I'm afraid I will be reluctant to give up..."

Yan Benchu ​​sighed quietly.

However, in his heart, a vague flame rose.

Why can't I become the leader? A countryside muddy man is lucky to teach?

He hated! He hated the unfairness of the heavens and the unfairness of the earth. It was even hard to clean up the water of Jiujiang!

Unfortunately, the gap between him and Fang Ming was so big that he couldn't even imagine it, but now, a better transfer target has emerged!

"Brother Yan, don't be depressed, wait for me to try him!"

Yan Benchu's voice was a little louder before, and he was immediately heard by the people next to him.

"Brother Tong!?No..."

Yan Ben first met a man who was born with a tiger back and a bear waist, two heads taller than ordinary people. Although his face was still young, his figure was even more burly than many strong men. He was known as Tong Xiong, and he was a captain like him. In terms of it, he had some relationship with Elder Tong Yuechang, so the two got very close.

He was anxious on the surface and seemed to be very worried: "In our capacity, if we win, it will be even more unpleasant to lose..."

"Haha... What are the common things that are worth fighting?"

Tong Xiong strode to Wang Dong: "I saw that you had a good palm technique just now, come! Try slapping me!"

"Sir, I dare not!"

Wang Dong looked at the boy bear who was pressing down like a mountain, and shook his hands repeatedly.

"Hey! If you don't fight with me, do you look down on someone?"

The boy bear opened his beard and pulled open his shirt, revealing the black chest hair, and it looked like a big black bear.

"That's my subordinate to be rude!"

Wang Dong came from the mountains, and there was a little more wildness and brute force than the children of urban workshop craftsmen. He turned his right hand and slapped the boy bear with a move with regret.

Huh!
Chapter completed!