Li Yuandu’s method fifty years ago, Fang Ling smiled gently and said, “Although you draw it well, there should be a big difference between this punch and Li Yuandu’s real method.”

"Brother Fang said, but I was very impressed by Fang Ling's ability to take these two strikes. But Brother Fang, my paintings are not only able to draw Taoist-level attacks." As Jin Wendao spoke, another scroll appeared in his hand. He shook gently and said, "This is the Dharma body of Tingtao Dao Zun, be careful with Dao."

Fang Ling didn’t know who Tingtao Dao Zun was, but it is conceivable that a Taoist Dharma body was terrifying. Even if Jin Wendao painted only half of the power of the Taoist Dharma body, it would be amazing.

Fang Ling had no intention of entangling Jin Wendao when his thoughts flashed. He patted his head and Fang Ling, the golden-robed man, flew out of him.

At this moment, a huge waterfall flew down from the nine heavens. Every drop of water in the waterfall was a heavy water weighing thousands of pounds.

The power of countless water drops is imagined. Even a mountain will turn into ashes when it flows down.

But Fang Ling in Jinyi was not a mountain. He pinched the magic tricks in his hand, and twenty-four small Dharma bodies flew out from his body at the same time.

The five-colored light behind the colorful peacock swung quickly towards the rushing flow, and in an instant he swallowed one-third of the rushing flow into his stomach.

Then the huge sky-swallowing beast turned into a circle of thousands of feet. As the mouth opened, one-third of the rushing flow disappeared.

As for the remaining one-third of the rushing stream, the sun's true fire, which was spit out by the Nine Dragons' divine fire, was barbecued cleanly.

Jin Wendao was also preparing to paint the scroll from his small Qiankun bag, but at this time, he was surrounded by more than a dozen small Dharma bodies.

The golden tiger with wings was roaring in the air, and the ferocious beasts with strange shapes, but all exuding fearful power.

For a moment, Jin Wendao's heart trembled a little.

If it is a small Dharma body, he is sure to break these small Dharma bodies in a blink of an eye. If there are two small Dharma bodies, he can deal with it. Even if there are four small Dharma bodies, he can still deal with it.

But now, these are more than twenty small Dharma bodies, and each small Dharma body is real.

Looking at these small Dharma bodies, Jin Wendao felt like he wanted to cry.

It's too bullying. Isn't it meant that a person is at most a small Dharma body? Why is this person practicing so many small Dharma bodies?

In the past, he used the power of the picture to torture others, but now facing so many ferocious beasts, he understood what torture is.

"Fellow Daoist Fang is very skilled and admits defeat." The so-called master of the current affairs is a hero. Jin Wendao said to Fang Ling in a deep voice without waiting for the huge white elephant to hit him.

Fang Ling did not take back the Taoist patterns, but said with a smile: "Can fellow Taoist hand over those Taoist cards first?"

Jin Wendao handed out the Taoist signs in his hand very neatly. He knew in his heart that at this time, there was no room for him to choose.

"Brother Fang's twenty-four small Dharma bodies are really..." Jin Wendao and Fang Ling accepted the Taoist card and said with a little emotion in his mouth.

He wanted to praise Fang Ling's twenty-four small Dharma bodies, but he could not find any words to praise for a moment. Based on the strength of Fang Ling's twenty-four small Dharma bodies, he was worried about Fang Ling's ranking in the Qiankun Ten Thousand Dao List and at least he would enter the top five.

Fang Ling had a good impression of Jin Wendao, so he was not prepared to kill him. He pinched his fingers and took back the twenty-four Taoist patterns: "Fellow Daoist Jin, can you tell me who asked fellow Taoist to collect Taoist cards?"

"This is related to my agreement with others. Please forgive me, Brother Fang." Jin Wendao hesitated for a moment and finally said firmly.

However, Fang Ling admired Jin Wendao's persistence very much. After all, there are really not many people who can stick to principles when they die in the phenomenon of "Dao" who dies.

"Since that's the case, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, so Fang will take a step first." Fang Ling stepped forward as he spoke.

Jin Wendao looked at Fang Ling who was leaving and said in his heart: "If that person knew that Fang Ling had such a means, I wonder if he would regret death."

Thinking of the person who entrusted him to collect one hundred Taoist cards, Jin Wendao shook his head again. He wanted to collect one hundred Taoist cards from Fang Ling's hand, but he did not expect that all his hard work now would be returned to Fang Ling.

"Fellow Daoist Jin, you have to collect a few more Taoist cards. If you find that you have collected too few Taoist cards next time we meet, it will be not good."

Jin Wendao was about to set off when Fang Ling's words came into his ears. Hearing this sentence, Jin Wendao's body trembled.

His grandma's, you can't let me go.

Fang Ling's words were half-joking and half-sincere. If he met Jin Wendao again next time, he wouldn't mind robbing Jin Wendao once.

After all, a thousand Taoist cards are not so easy to collect. If you can, grab the points.

In half a day, Fang Ling crossed more than fifty mountains. During this process, Fang Ling met hundreds, three thousand attendees from the meeting.

Although these participants had good cultivation, the gap was still very big compared to Jin Wendao.

Fang Ling naturally would not let these participants go. Although he did not kill them as directly as he began to deal with Master Jin Xing, a geese came to pluck his hair.

Almost all the people who were discovered by Fang Ling had their jade tokens collected by Fang Ling.

At this time, the jade tokens on Fang Lin had reached more than 400.

If you get more than 500 jade tablets, you can exchange it for becoming a Taoist king. But the more you go, the harder it will be.

Whether it is Li Yuandu, who inherited the Heavenly Dao or the Ip Man sword, the reason why there are no cultivators behind such great disasters should be to hide at the last hurdle and directly take all the gains of others into their pockets.

Lu Yun and the others should have the same idea, but they didn't know why the Lu family competed with Ye Wenjian and Li Yuan.

The slow sound of flowing water came from the void into Fang Ling's ears. Listening to the sound of flowing water, Fang Ling felt a sense of ethereality in his heart.

Almost all the worries disappeared in this flowing water, and he even felt that he had already merged into this flowing water.

The tranquility of flowing water, the inconsistency of flowing water, the flowing water...

Just as Fang Ling's mind disappeared with the moment the flowing water disappeared, the sword of Haoran in his heart suddenly flipped.

This time, Fang Ling's thoughts were killed completely, and this time, Fang Ling recovered.

He immediately understood that the sound of flowing water was not just the sound of flowing water. Someone was using his means in the flowing water.

"I am the God of Le Teng Kong. I didn't expect Fang Ling to wake up so quickly. In fact, life is hard, so why don't you follow the flowing water and flow to the end of the sky forever?" A voice like a clear spring sounded in Fang Ling's ears.

This sound makes people feel extremely comfortable, and the moment they hear this sound, they even give people a feeling of enjoyment.

This is not sound, this is probably music.

The God of Le Teng Kong, the eighth-ranked existence of the Qiankun Wandao List, was also one of the people who did not kneel down when the Wheel of Heaven was transmitting the sound in the void.

Fang Lingke was annoyed to this God of Le. If the Haoran sword in his heart had not cut off his thoughts in time, this time, he would have fallen into Teng Kong's hands.

Although it is not said that it will never be restored, it will always stand among these endless mountains like a living dead.

Fang Ling, who had a cold voice, left Teng Kong, and the golden sword of the branch smashed hard towards Teng Kong.

Teng Kong sat on the long river, floating like a god among the immortals. At this time, he was hanging above Teng Kong's head. A giant zither with a dragon and phoenix auspicious music, and the crisp sound of music came from this giant zither.

The moment Fang Ling called out, the sound of the giant zither suddenly accelerated a lot. Countless Ehe River water, accompanied by the sound of the zither, gathered into long swords in the void and slashed towards Fang Ling.

The sword light was like rain, and for a moment, Fang Ling was surrounded by the sword light in all directions.

Fang Ling felt that the power of each sword light was no less than the real Daobao attack. If an ordinary Taoist was a man, he might be able to be smashed into pieces by the sword light.

However, Fang Ling's sword with the word "De" was mysterious. When he waved, all the sword lights gathered on the sword with the word "De".

In an instant, the sword light turned into river water again, and Fang Ling's golden sword light hit Teng Kong's approaching at this moment.

Teng Kong didn't expect Fang Ling to kill him. In addition, he was surprised, and a stream of desolate joy suddenly sounded in the void.

In this gentle sound, everything in the world seemed to slow down.

Everything seemed to have stopped in this sound.

But at this moment, the branch in Fang Ling's hand hit Teng Kong's body directly. The moment Fang Ling's branch hit Teng Kong's body, strange runes appeared on Teng Kong's body.

These runes are very similar to Taoist patterns, but what Fang Ling can be sure of is that this is not Taoist patterns. As for how to call these Taoist patterns, Fang Ling could not find a good name for a while.

However, even with the protection of these runes, Teng Kong was still knocked out.

As the ninth-ranked in the Qiankun Wandao List, although Teng Kong has failed, he has never suffered such a loss.

The great music rune he comprehended made him not hurt by the attack of Fang Ling's golden branch. But he was angry in his heart and was about to urge the treasure zither transformed by his small Dharma body again, but the golden branch appeared on his head again.

Once, twice, three times...

Almost again and again, Teng Kong was knocked into the water by Fang Ling from the void. Although these falls into the water could not hurt Teng Kong, Teng Kong's aggrievance in his heart became increasingly violent.

This frustration made him angry and made him angry. In the end, these frustrations made him helpless.

The strange branch sword in Fang Ling's hand seemed to be unable to hurt him without defending, but he was in a mess.

What made him even more shocked was that the runes he protected began to blur as the branches in Fang Ling whipped.

You know, these runes were finally understood after Teng Kong's efforts.

If there is a problem with these runes, it would be like killing him for Teng Kong.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, stop taking action, I have something to say." Teng Kong said in a deep voice after Luoshui again without waiting for Fang Ling to speak.

And this time, he did not stand up like before, but stopped in the water and looked at Fang Ling. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!