After a while, half of the oil lamp was empty, and a figure flashed in the land temple, and there was a man in black.

"Haha... Mr. Yue is so bright and bright, why should he come here wearing a night clothes..."

Fang Ming laughed and joked.

"Hmph! You invite me to come and talk about the evil-repelling sword recipe. Of course I want to come and take a look..."

Yue Buqun snorted coldly, his face under the candlelight was faintly magnificent, which was very different from Bai Sun.

"Pingzhi is my disciple, so I naturally want to find his family-born martial arts..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fang Ming applauded: "The gentleman sword is worthy of being a gentleman sword. It can still be so righteous at this time..."

"I respect you as a master of Shaolin, so I came to the appointment calmly. You are so humiliating?" Yue Buqun said coldly.

"Mr. Yue doesn't know that in addition to clearing the grievances, I will come to repay my kindness..." Fang Ming said frankly.

"Repay kindness? That's how to do it?" Yue Buqun's mouth sneered.

"Of course! I advise Mr. Yue not to make the idea of ​​the evil-proof sword recipe, otherwise he will definitely regret it in the future!"

Fang Ming said seriously: "I know... the Evil-Baring Sword Book has a great relationship with the ancestors of Cai Yue, the two Sword Qi Sect, that you are so determined and asked your junior sister to go to Fuzhou to do a lowly act of selling wine. He took Lin Pingzhi into the game. Isn't the Evil-Baring Sword Book?

"Oh... Chong'er, you really misunderstood to be your teacher!" Yue Buqun sighed with his hands behind his back, as if heartbroken.

"Forget it, you are wearing a hypocrite mask, just if you want to wear it, but does Mr. Yue want to hear me tell you a story about the Evil-Breaking Sword Book?"

Fang Ming smiled.

"If you want to say it, say it..." Yue Buqun stood still, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed his heart.

"I'll just say..." Fang Mingqing cleared his throat: "The evil-Baring Sword Book is said to have been created by Lin Yuantu. Lin Yuantu was a monk who became a monk in Shaolin Temple in Putian. He was named Duyuan, and was a master of Zen Master Hongye... But in fact, the so-called evil-Baring Sword Book is just a part of a certain martial arts. Duyuan by chance, he obtained this mysterious skill and returned home in the future, and created the foundation of the Fuwei Escort Agency..."

"I don't know...and, what does this matter have to do with me?" Yue Buqun said calmly.

“很快便有关系了!岳先生可知那渡元是从哪里窥得这部武功的一部分么?”

Fang Ming didn't wait for Yue Buqun to answer and said, "He saw it from Yue Su and Cai Zifeng, and this martial arts book is called the Sunflower Book! After these two seniors of Huashan stole this sutra from Shaolin in Putian, they found that there were many confusions. It happened that Du Yuan came to raise an army to ask for the crime, so he asked for advice on it. Unexpectedly, Du Yuan answered it casually and forced himself to remember it, so he had this evil-repelling sword score..."

"In this case, I have to thank the young hero for his understanding. But according to the origin of this evil-proof sword, isn't it originally a thing of Huashan?"

Yue Buqun asked again: "What's the matter?"

"Then the ten elders of the Demon Cult besieged Huashan and snatched the Sunflower Book back to the Black Wood Cliff, and the division of Huashan's sword energy began from then on..."

Fang Ming said: "And the original classics hidden in Shaolin in Putian were cremated by Zen Master Hongye. Of course, this matter has nothing to do with us, but I want to advise Mr. Yue that the Sunflower Book is actually impossible to practice..."

"How can't I be able to repair it?" Yue Buqun asked, and he was completely brought to the rhythm by Fang Ming.

"The Hongye Zen Master from Shaolin, Putian once wrote a letter to Shaolin, Songshan, and wrote in detail the whole story. Do you know what eight words were in the beginning of the Sunflower Book?"

Fang Ming had a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

"What eight words?" Yue Buqun's eyes flashed, obviously a little urgent.

"The martial arts world is the best! I cast myself with my sword!" Fang Ming said word by word: "The founder of the Sunflower Book is a eunuch, so only eunuchs can practice this technique... Of course, there are all ruthless people in the martial arts world who practice martial arts for the sake of advanced martial arts, but Mr. Yue has a wife and a daughter, which seems not suitable, and his reputation as a Huashan School is also greatly damaged..."

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

Yue Buqun suddenly looked up, and the veins on his originally handsome face burst out, extremely ferocious.

"It's really my evil-proof sword recipe. Do you want to read it..."

Fang Ming shook his hand and a red cassock shook off, with the handwriting on it vividly in his mind.

"Give me!"

Yue Buqun suddenly stepped forward, his face flashed with purple air, and he grabbed it with his right hand.

"Give it to us!"

Crack! Crack! Two big holes cracked on the roof, and in the dust, two old men who used the sword rushed in very quickly. The three of them had different movements, but their goals were extremely consistent. They all reached out to grab the robe that recorded the sword technique of warding off evil.

"Man is dead for money and birds die for food, and the ancients are really not bullying me!"

Looking at the scene of the evil dog snatching food, Fang Ming sighed faintly, stabbed the sword quickly, and the two old men immediately fell into swords and fell to the ground.

"Mr. Yue, you can only look at the previous paragraph!"

Fang Ming stretched out his right palm and fought with Yue Buqun's internal strength. Old Yue immediately took a few steps back, the purple color on his face faded, and turned as red as blood. He exclaimed: "The Shaolin Yijin Jing is so powerful?"

"The Zixia magical power is not bad either. It is worthy of Xuanmen Zhenzong, and you have the full truth of Taoism..."

Fang Ming seemed to sigh quite, tore off the beginning of the cassock and threw it to Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun took it and saw that he was stunned and could not say a word after a long time.

I don’t know how long it took to hear Yue Buqun’s dry voice: “Chong'er, you are a master of martial arts. Even the two masters of Songshan, “Bai-headed Immortal Wing” Bu Chen, and the “Velvet” Sha Tianjiang cannot beat you with one move and half a gesture. This evil-proof sword technique is useless to you, so give it to me!”

As soon as this statement came out, Ning Zhong, who was behind the statue, felt like he was killed by thunder.

"Haha..." Fang Ming laughed: "Even this kind of harming people is necessary. Mr. Yue, you are really...but what are you going to exchange for?"

"Switch? What do you want?" Yue Buqun glanced at the part of the robe on his hand again. The mantras and mental techniques on it were really a world in martial arts, which made him, the master of swordsmanship, unable to give up after seeing it.

"How about taking the secret recipe of Zixia Gong?" Fang Ming touched his chin: "You Huashan Qi Sect, this skill is still acceptable..."

"Since you have the magical skills of the Yijin Jing, why should you covet the martial arts of my Huashan Town Sect? And before that Zixia's skills were lost, it was thanks to your actions that they could find them..." Yue Buqun changed his mind.

"Before, it was a moral help from the world, but now it's a transaction... Of course, I am not a gentleman on Liang who won the favor without permission, but if this Zixia Gong was given to you by Mr. Yue, it would be different!"

Fang Ming smiled and said that he was still a little interested in Zixia Gong. Now that the martial arts of the Jin Buddhist sect are successful, he needs to learn from others' strengths, so the Taoist mysterious martial arts naturally have to be involved.

"What? Mr. Yue didn't agree?"

Fang Ming placed the robe on the oil lamp and lit a corner slightly.

"No! I promise you!" Yue Buqun took out Zixia Gong's booklet from his arms and said in a sequel: "What you said is true?"

"Of course, this is just a transaction, and then we will clear the money and not owe each other!"

"good!"

Yue Buqun gritted his teeth and Zixia lost her skills again, but Fang Ming did not break his promise and threw the cassock over.

"The Evil-Baring Sword Note...The Evil-Baring Sword Note..."

After paying such a big price, Lao Yue looked at the opening horoscope and kept murmuring, and the expression on his face seemed sad and joyful, and he cried and laughed, which was extremely exciting.

"Let's leave today..."

After getting the treasure, Lao Yue couldn't wait to leave. I don't know if he was rushing to swing that knife. Fang Ming's figure flashed, but he stood in front of him again: "Mr. Yue, stay!"

"What else do you want to do?"

Yue Buqun's vigilance had already reached the limit and he was watching this former disciple.

"After you clear the money and goods, you have to settle the score... No matter what, you are a little nurturing to Linghu Chong before, so I think... If you lose all your martial arts skills, you will be good to everyone... It is also my little reward..."

Fang Ming smiled.

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already deceived Yue Buqun and pointed out with a single point.

"You dare to do it!!!"

Yue Buqun shouted loudly. He had been secretly guarding Fang Ming long ago. At this time, the Zixia Technique was urging to the limit. The purple aura on his face was clear, the sword was like a rainbow, and the atmosphere was majestic, and the hissing sound was loud.

However, before the sword was pierced, Fang Ming's finger had already arrived in front of his chest, as fast as the wind and as invaded as fire!

Yue Buqun raised his sword and broke a long steel sword into two pieces. Fang Ming's finger was still unabated and his Danzhong point was hit!

This is the place where the sea of ​​qi gathers. Yue Buqun screamed and suddenly felt that the sea of ​​dantian was damaged. The Zixia true qi that he had practiced for decades was constantly venting like a water gate. He couldn't help but waning and spitting out a mouthful of blood. This mouthful of internal true qi is really the gathering of the essence of all martial arts practitioners. Yue Buqun's martial arts was destroyed, and his face suddenly turned gray, and even his hair turned white in an instant.

"You...you little beast, actually ruined my martial arts..." Yue Buqun said with a voice, and then he was kicked by Fang Ming: "Let me clean your mouth... Now your martial arts foundation is completely destroyed, and even if you have the secret to treasures, you can't practice it. It's a good thing for Nv Xia, Huashan Sect, and the martial arts world... There is also a lack of an ambitious man who makes trouble in the world... I have great merits!"

After Fang Ming turned into the statue, he pulled out Ning Zhongze, who was already in tears, and casually untie her acupoints.

"Ni Xia Ning please take Master Yue away, but you must be careful of this person next to you in the future..."

"The outer son is obsessed with it, which makes the young hero laugh..."

Ning Zhongze was very strong at this time. Perhaps the sorrow was greater than death. He wiped away his tears and pulled Yue Buqun away. He no longer had the same closeness as before in his words.

But Fang Ming didn't mind at all. This time, he not only exposed Yue Buqun's hypocrite mask, but also nullified his martial arts, making him have only the secrets of treasure but cannot practice them. He was really happy.
Chapter completed!