On a small path in Jiangyin, a scholar was walking with a small basket on his back. He was wearing white clothes and was already a little yellow at this time. He looked like a scholar who was studying abroad. Although today it is the world of monks, as a learned person, these scholars can still be respected.

The scholar was not very old, and his slightly blue face made people look a little sick. He walked on the uninhabited path and said lightly: "I still don't know the mystery of the sword turning into silk. You might as well tell me again."

If ordinary people hear the scholar's words, they will definitely think that the young scholar has gone crazy. After all, there is not only no one next to the young scholar, but there is not even a ghost. Isn't this what the air said?

But if the monks heard this, they would be shocked. After all, this sword-condensing silk is a legendary method. Not to mention a scholar or a real person in Jindan, they may not be able to understand the mystery.

But at this time, there were actually people talking, and the voice of the speech was in the small box behind the scholar. I heard someone say inside: "Fellow Daoist Fang wants to listen, so it is natural to say, but if Fellow Daoist Fang continues like this, it will be getting further and further away from our Western Jin Dynasty!"

Shu, known as Brother Fang, smiled gently and said, "I must go to the Western Jin Dynasty, but not now, grandma's. I don't want to be driven out like a betrayal dog. Even if I want to leave, I will leave vigorously."

The voice in the box was silent for a while, and then he began to talk about the method of condensed swords into silk. This man didn't speak too quickly, but if the monks in Jianzhai heard his words, they might become crazy.

Because what this person tells is the Wanjian Art, one of the five great sword techniques of Wenjianzhai. The method of condensed swords into silk is only part of this Wanjian Art.

The one who dressed up as a scholar was naturally Fang Ling, who was placed in the book box and talked to him. The descendant of Wenjianzhai, who was destroyed by the golden elixir. At this time, Liu Zhongyu was obedient to Fang Ling. He could not accept it, after all, his life was still in Fang Ling's hands.

After asking Liu Zhongyu a few more questions, Fang Ling began to think while walking. Although he could also use several sword techniques to activate the flying sword, compared with the Ten Thousand Sword Technique that Liu Zhongyu just mentioned, Fang Ling felt that the sword techniques he knew were simply garbage.

Some mysteries that I don’t understand on weekdays have a sudden sense of enlightenment under Liu Zhongyu’s explanation. Liu Zhongyu has his reason to be proud. It is not something that ordinary people can do when they are able to practice the Ten Thousand Swords Art at a young age.

"Brother Fang Dao, the farther we are from the dangerous place, the better. Your series of methods have made many people feel angry. I think we should enter the Western Jin Dynasty first!" Liu Zhongyu said to Fang Ling again.

It’s not that he and Fang Ling had a deep friendship, but that his fate with Fang Ling was really connected. The main reason was that the people from the Hantian Sect found out that his soul would never have a second choice.

The closer the person was to die, the more afraid of death. Liu Zhongyu was now very afraid of death. So after Fang Ling promised to find him a body to take over the body, he taught Fang Ling the cultivation techniques of Wen Jianzhai to Fang Ling continuously.

Fang Ling just snorted softly and did not speak. He did not enter the Western Jin Dynasty now. In addition to being unable to help but breath, there was another reason, that is, he was afraid that even if he entered the Western Jin Dynasty, he might not be able to live in peace. What's more, the Western Jin Dynasty was Liu Zhongyu's territory, and he was not ready to go there before he understood the situation.

There is another reason, he cannot tell Liu Zhongyu, that is, he has prepared a big gift for those who are chasing him.

Come on, I'm waiting for you. I'll be chasing me for the ancient treasure, so I should pay the price for it!

Just as Fang Ling was thinking, hundreds of horses roared from a distance. Most of the knights on the horse were wearing black armor, and the helmets with a slightly unique shape made people unable to see the true appearance of these knights.

"The poor in front of you, why don't you give way to me quickly, otherwise it would be useless to wait for a while to trample you to death!" A bold voice roared from the horse. The moment the sound landed, a black horse had already rushed past Fang Ling.

If Fang Ling hadn't been avoided quickly, he would have been stepped on by the running horse. And just as he was dodging away, someone laughed and said, "Lu Lao San, have you used too much effort on the women, so that you can't even ride a horse? Hehe, you can't even step on the poor, you really have no standard!"

As soon as he said this, someone immediately continued: "I think Lu Lao San either used all his strength on the women or wanted to use some strength on this little face. Is it Lu Lao San?"

The man named Lu Lao San grabbed the horse and glanced at Fang Ling and said, "I'm not interested in it. If anyone is interested, you can do it yourself."

Just as they were talking, Fang Ling's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a figure rushed from a distance, instantly blocking the way forward of these hundreds of knights.

Seeing this figure, the faces of the knights became extremely ugly. But there was a little more playfulness in Fang Ling's expression.

Although Lu Laosan was very violent just now, when he saw the middle-aged man coming into the air, his eyes showed fear. The scholar just now was like a bug in his eyes, and he could let him rub it, but the high-level monk in front of him was a big man who could kill them at any time.

He secretly scolded himself for his bad luck in his heart, but a smile quickly squeezed out on his face and said, "Senior, we are the guards of Wanliancheng. This time, we went to pick up the lady back to the city by the order of the city lord. If there is anything that offends the senior, please forgive me."

The middle-aged man smiled carelessly and said, "People from Wanliancheng! Then I ask you, who are you, Wanjinchan?"

Several monks riding horses suddenly smiled on their faces. While Lu Lao San breathed a sigh of relief, he said respectfully: "When you say to you, what you mentioned just now is the old city lord of our Wanlian City. Since you have a friendship with our old city lord..."

"Just relying on the old thing Wan Jinchan, I have a friendship with me? I will hand over that thing and I will spare you all the time. You can get out of here." The middle-aged man said very arrogantly, and his eyes that were raising their feet were full of pride.

When they heard the words "That thing", Lu Laosan and others changed their faces. Most of them were warriors at the top of the sixth level of Qi training, and they could almost gallop in the world of mortals. However, at this time, they were all lacking confidence in the face of monks.

However, if they were asked to hand over the things they had worked hard, they would naturally not be happy. After all, what they were going to face was the cruel punishment of the lord of Wanlian City. Na Lu Laosan looked at a warrior beside him and chuckled, "Since the senior is the old man's friend, then your instructions are the highest order, and I will give you."

As he spoke, a black thing had been thrown at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was not wary of the thrown things, as if the middle-aged monk had not discovered anything.

This situation made Lu Lao San feel ecstatic. He knew very well about the things he had just thrown. It was the thousand-poisonous bee needle bought from Tiangong Sect for thousands of immortal stones. Not to mention ordinary monks, even great monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage, facing such things, they would die without a burial place!

As the black item approached the middle-aged monk's body, Lu Laosan was a little excited and trembled a little excited. He was waiting for the sudden explosion. He wanted to watch the high monk fall into his hands with his own eyes. No, it should be that he wanted to see the middle-aged monk's appearance after being seriously injured and regretful!

Unfortunately, the black needle of thousands of poisons and bee was not exploded at all. Instead, it fell gently into the hands of the middle-aged monk. Such a scene made Lu Lao San open his mouth, ready to laugh, and suddenly couldn't hold it.

How is that possible! He has used this thousand poisonous bee needle several times. When he used it last time, he had a mid-stage cultivation level in the foundation building stage.

"Good guy, it's still something produced by Tiangong Sect. As expected, like Wan Jinchan, it's not a good thing." The middle-aged monk picked up the black thing and glanced at it, and said with a hint of teasing in his words: "If you rely solely on this kind of thing, commit suicide now!"

Listening to this person's words, Lu Laosan and others' heads buzzed for a moment. One of them had a flexible mind and suddenly turned his head and said, "Run!"

As soon as these two words were expressed, the man's horse ran away like crazy. At the same time, seven or eight people rushed toward all directions. They were afraid that they would run slower and die at the hands of the middle-aged monk, but they did not expect that the middle-aged monk would not move at all.

But not moving does not mean that the monk let them go. I saw the middle-aged monk smile coldly, and a black light flashed in his eyes and glanced at the running strong men. Several running monks, including people and horses, all fell silently to the ground.

If there are monks above Jindan here, they will definitely sigh that the middle-aged monk is so powerful in soul attack. However, Lu Laosan and others do not understand what spiritual consciousness is, so they naturally do not understand soul attacks.

"Jindan Zhenren, this is Jindan Zhenren!" A strong man knelt down on the ground with a pounce and begged loudly: "This real person, please let me go. I have old people above and young people below, and I still hope that I will support..."

Hearing the words "Jindan Zhenren", the last trace of courage to resist disappeared completely. Lu Laosan respectfully took out a brocade box and begged for mercy repeatedly: "Zhengman, we really don't know your identity, please..." (To be continued)
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