Fang Ming went down to Shaoshi Mountain with a refreshing spirit.

Since he had entered the innate world, his alien true energy had already been transformed, so he naturally did not want to stay in Shaolin anymore, so he reported his intention to leave to the abbot.

The reason is also easy to find, "Disciples can't worry about the original members of the Huashan Sect, and want to go to Fujian to meet..." The image of a loyal and filial son came to life.

Fang Zheng did not agree at first, after all, a good apprentice cannot be abducted by Lao Yue.

But Fang Ming had his own way. He wandered around Shaolin Temple without any trouble. He seemed particularly interested in somewhere where Ren Yingying was detained. After several times, Fang Zheng saw that he was in good health and was even more afraid that once the two met, they would cause something to happen, so he finally agreed.

"Very good... Fujian always has to go there. Although I will definitely not use the Evil-Breaking Sword Book for practicing, it's okay to see it. After all, I will have to find Sister Dongfang to embroider the sunflower book in the future. I still need to understand the Sunflower Book..."

While rushing to the road, Fang Ming was guessing the sword technique of Dugu Nine Swords in his heart.

He majored in swordsmanship, but his swordsmanship is already quite good. Now he has obtained this swordsmanship principle. How can he not understand it day and night?

Not long after he got off Shaoshi Mountain, he rode a few horses and galloped past him. The horse was dressed up in a world of martial arts and shouted, "Come on, don't let that evil thief run away!"

After these riders, there were several more riders passing by. One person asked Fang Ming: "Have you ever seen an old man in a white robe pass by? His scimitar is hanging on his waist, and his spirit is intimidating, and he will never forget it at first sight..."

"No!"

Fang Ming shook his head, his heart moved: "It's not that coincidental, right? Did you meet Xiang Wentian?"

At this time, several waves of knights passed by. Xiang Wentian, the right envoy of Guangming, had a high hatred. He saw that not only the people from the Demon Sect, but also a large number of righteous men from Qingcheng, Songshan and Taishan went to chase them.

"I'm too lazy to move Ren Woxing. Anyway, as long as Xiang Wentian is missing, he can't escape under Meizhuang alone. He cultivates his character every day, and he may be able to live a few more years than in the original work, which is worthy of Ren Yingying..."

Fang Ming's brow moved and he headed towards the direction of the pursuit of black and white.

A few miles later, a black pine forest appeared before my eyes, and hundreds of people surrounded me, wrapping a pavilion in the middle so that it was airtight.

In the middle of the pavilion, an old man in white robe poured himself into drinking, his eyebrows were full of boldness and leisurely style, and he seemed to not take the surrounding siege seriously.

If such a generous and powerful man was replaced by Linghu Chong in the past, he would have been chivalrous and would have gone up to drink three bowls of strong wine with him, and then killed the enemy side by side.

But Fang Ming is here at this time! He has also entered Shaolin, so how could he make the same choice as Linghu Chong?

"Borrow it, give it!"

Fang Ming squeezed more than ten feet all the way, and finally arrived outside the pavilion, seeing the old man's appearance in his eyes.

Xiang Wentian is indeed very tall, with an old face with a clear appearance, and his gray beard under his jaw hangs directly to his chest.

He was not wearing a scimitar, but was carrying a bag on his back and had iron chains on his hands. He was obviously out of prison and was holding a big bowl of drinks, and he actually regarded the heroes present as nothing!

"This is the nickname of Tian Wang, and naturally I regard etiquette, laws and regulations as if nothing is needed. There are even plots in the original work that want to eat human flesh... I'm still alive!"

A murderous intent flashed slightly in Fang Ming's eyes!

Kill Xiang Wentian, Ren Woxing naturally could not come out of Meizhuang anymore. Without this big devil in the martial arts world, he would naturally be able to rest for a while, which is considered a kind act.

"well……"

At this time, Fang Ming saw the two masters of black and white flinch so much, and was really angry that he did not fight. He was too lazy to wait any longer, so he went out directly: "Are you Xiang Wentian?"

His voice was loud, and he immediately startled the people in the martial arts world around him, looking at this young boy.

"Hey..." Xiang Wentian glanced at Fang Ming. After seeing that he was a young boy, he didn't bother to pay attention to it. He smiled coldly and continued to drink without mentioning it.

"Isn't this Linghu Chong, the abandoned disciple of the Huashan Sect? Do you still have the face to come?"

One of the Qingcheng Sect jumped out, and Fang Ming recognized Hou Renxiong, one of the 'heroes' heroes'. Linghu Chong had an old grudge with Qingcheng, so Hou Renxiong immediately jumped out and attacked: "You have made friends with evil people and were expelled from the Huashan Master Sect. Now do you want to defect to the Demon Sect?"

"I don't accept such villains in my God Cult!" A disciple of the Sun and Moon God Cult with black clothes and yellow belts next to him sneered.

"Oh! It turns out that it's Brother Hou, I'm so silly. I just didn't expect that when did you join the Demon Sect? Otherwise, why wouldn't you arrest this person together, but you even speak in unison. It can be seen that you have the aspirations and admire you!"

Fang Ming laughed.

"You're talking nonsense!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hou Renxiong rushed up with the man from the Demon Sect.

Hou Renxiong was unsheathed from the sheath of the pure steel sword, and the sword lights pierced Fang Ming's vital points. As for the Demon Sect's disciple, he was a pair of judges with exquisite moves and powerful internal strength, no less than the top figure in the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

"Thank you, Brother Hou, for the sword!"

Fang Ming reached out and picked it up in the sword light. He had already pinched out a green sword in the daze of the onlookers. Then he kicked Hou Renxiong over with a few somersaults and rolled away in a mess.

With a sword in hand, Fang Ming waved it casually, using the "whip-breaking style" among the Dugu Nine Swords. This move specializes in destroying all kinds of short weapons. As the sword light flashed, the sword in the wrist of the man in the Demon Sect had fallen to the ground with one of his right palms.

"good!"

These few changes of tricks made by rabbits and falcons. The masters around couldn't help but cheer. Seeing Fang Ming's exquisite martial arts and superb swordsmanship.

"Brother Hou's move is 'Sand-Shaped Sand and Goose-Slaying Style', I'm afraid you have to practice it well..."

Fang Ming said casually, making Hou Renxiong blush over his ears. He then walked into the pavilion, looked in front of Wentian, and bowed slightly: "Please ask for a messenger to the right!"

"You have a good martial arts skills. Are you here to make things difficult for me?"

Xiang Wentian put down the wine bowl. Since he saw Fang Ming show his exquisite martial arts just now, he did not dare to be as arrogant as before.

"I'm ordering Hu Guochong, he is a disciple of Shaolin layman!"

Fang Ming said this and didn't say more, because this reason is enough! Bai Dao and **** in the Wulin are originally blood feuds. When a disciple of a famous and righteous sect meets a person from the Demon Sect, it is normal to draw a sword and kill it!

"It turns out to be a Shaolin high school student! Xiang asked himself, it seems that he had never messed with Shaolin!" Xiang Wentian sighed.

The Shaolin Mountains of Songshan have always held the Niu Er in the Central Plains martial arts world. This reputation is still above the Five Mountains Sword Sect. All the heroes outside the pavilion were moved.

"Eliminating demons and defending the way is the duty of our decent disciples!"

Fang Ming said seriously, the blue light flashed a few times on his hand, and the chains on Xiang Wentian's hand had been removed!

Using the Qingfeng Sword to cut off the iron chain is naturally Fang Ming's internal strength. Xiang Wentian originally valued Fang Ming very much, but it was not until this time that he realized that the young man's internal strength was so high that he seemed to be bottomless.

"I don't take advantage of you either. There are so many weapons outside, you can borrow one!"

Fang Ming took a step back, with a look of openness on his face.

"What a fast sword! What a powerful internal force!"

All the heroes were moved and took a few steps back.

Especially the people from the Sun and Moon Sect, they naturally knew that the iron chain on Xiang Wentian's hand was not a simple thing. The person who came was able to cut it off with an ordinary steel sword. His quick move and powerful force had reached an incredible state!

"Okay! OK!!! OK!!!"

Xiang Wentian looked at the iron chains broken into two pieces on his wrist and suddenly said three good words. With a long laugh, he pushed his palms together. The four pillars of the pavilion broke and the entire pavilion pressed down with a bang.

Before the pavilion was pressed down, Xiang Wentian's body jumped out as quickly as a big roc, entered the camp of the Demon Cult, punched and kicked, quickly overturned a group of people, even snatched a scimitar and a horse, and was about to escape!

Xiang Wentian Ji was scheming. Although he seemed to be surrounded by many sieges, he had already decided to leave and was extremely leisurely. But now when he met Fang Ming, he immediately chose to escape after knowing that he had lost!

He was not a rule-abiding person, and he also had heavy responsibilities at this time. He finally found out the whereabouts of Ren Woxing, so how could he fight the enemy here?

"Why be anxious when you go to the right?"

Fang Ming's voice suddenly came from behind his ears, and Xiang Wentian jumped out in shock, kicking his right foot one after another, and the strong wind was pressing.

Unfortunately, his strength fell into the empty space. After Xiang Wentian got off the horse, he realized that Fang Ming had stood behind the horse at some point. His light skills were so high that he looked like a ghost.

"Forget it! Forget it! Do you want my life? Then come!"

Xiang Wentian was unsheathed, and the blade drooped slightly, blew waves of smoke and dust on the ground.

At this time, seeing Fang Ming's light skills, the right envoy of Guangming gave up all hope and prepared to struggle to death.

At this time, all the heroes knew that Xiang Wentian wanted to fight desperately in a hurry, and retreated one after another, naturally forming a circle and giving up the battlefield.

"Just about to learn the tricks of the Heavenly King..."

As Fang Ming spoke, a sword had already pierced out lightly.

The sword was very slow. Throughout history, there has never been this sword technique in the Five Mountains Sword Sect. It was crooked and slanted, and it could not be regarded as a sword move. However, when Xiang Wentian looked at the tip of the sword, his face became unprecedentedly solemn, because he found that there was no flaw in this opinion, and it was natural, leaving him with no room for counterattack!

He asked himself that he would have experienced many famous swordsmanship in his life, but never one of them could put such great pressure on him from the beginning!

Xiang Wentian had no choice but to raise a sword, and the shadows of the sword were continuous, just like the howling wind, covering the upper body, and taking a defensive move.

Fang Ming's sword tip was scattered, and he naturally drew a circle and a half. The sword shadow merged into the sword shadow, screaming at Wentian's monster, and there were many colors on his body, quickly retreating.
Chapter completed!