However, when Chen Xuanfeng fell into his hands, he could resist the possibility of not peeking at the Nine Yin Scriptures, just like letting the dog not go ****.

"Well... I have one more thing to do. I'll help you to do it for me, so I'll relieve you of the pain forever..."

Fang Ming looked smiling and didn't seem to have thought of the Nine Yin Scriptures at all, and suddenly said.

"What's the matter?" Qiu Qianren's voice was slightly excited.

"Send two letters for me! Invite them to go to Huashan to discuss swordsmanship!"

Fang Ming smiled.

"Sword Contest in Huashan? I'm afraid there are more than 20 years left..."

"I can't wait that long, and... whenever I want it to compare, it will have to compare!"

Fang Ming said proudly, his eyebrows were full of confidence.

"You don't have to worry about the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, and Quanzhen. You just need to bring the message to Huang Yaoshi of the East China Sea and Hong Qigong, the northern beggar... Just say that on August 15th, I will be waiting for the grand ceremony in Huashan!"

The two evil spirits of the Black Wind were in his hands, and Huang Yaoshi had to come, and Yideng and Zhou Botong were the same, let alone the Western Poison. These people have arrived. Will Hong Qigong not go?
Chapter completed!