After all, Wuyazi is still a person who wants to save face.

He refused to bow his head and admit his mistake to Li Qiushui, but now he has been disabled for decades and his character is even more extreme, or old-fashioned!

In his opinion, since we want to clear the portal, we must be our disciples!

Unfortunately, although his martial arts are great, his methods of cultivating his disciples are not good. Su Xinghe is far inferior to Ding Chunqiu. Even if he has Wuyazi's internal strength, it is useless, and the eight friends of Hangu are even more hopeless.

The only Duan Yu, who is elegant and talented, is Duan Zhengchun's son!

Although Fang Ming was too lazy to teach his disciples, he threw Duan Yu to Wuyazi as a hand-off manager, and didn't mind Duan Yu's apprenticeship or something, Wuyazi didn't want to!

In his opinion, Fang Ming already had all the profound martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect, and Fang Ming, whom he taught, could also teach, but he didn't know what Fang Ming learned at all. If he accepted Duan Yu as his disciple, wouldn't it be a misleading child? Therefore, he would never refuse. He just chose it so many times and wasted decades!

Even Fang Ming can't stand it anymore. If he meets Ding Chunqiu this time, he doesn't mind grabbing him.

Of course, you can also use the waste before you catch it.

After the other party hurt someone, he left without far away. Fang Ming performed his light skills. After more than a dozen ups and downs, he saw a group of people walking forward from afar. The sound of silk and bamboo and bells and drums came, which was quite melodious and beautiful.

"Hey! Ding Chunqiu, do you still recognize me?"

Fang Ming laughed loudly, and several ups and downs were already blocking the disciples of the Star Sect.

At this time, the disciples of the Xingsu Sect were lined up in several rows, some holding gongs and drums, while some holding long banners in their hands were very pleasing to the eyes. The banners were embroidered with words such as "Xingsu Laoxian", "Extensive magical power", "Borderly magical power", "Shocking the world" and so on.

Amid the sound of silk, bamboo, gongs and drums, more than a dozen people walked out carrying a huge carriage, and an old man sat on it.

Seeing this old man come out, all the disciples sang praises together, "The old immortal in the stars has endless magic power! The old immortal has great magical powers, and the martial arts world in the Central Plains are scared!" So, it was so terrible.

The old man shook a goose feather fan in his hand, and the sun shone on his face. But he saw his face rosy, his head was covered with white hair, his chin was three feet tall, and his face was a childlike hair. He was really like a god in the picture. At this time, he squinted his eyes and nodded repeatedly, and it seemed that the disciples praised him very well.

"Who are you? You want to come and see the old immortal's golden face? You must know that our master has great supernatural powers and is a first-class person of the true immortal. If you are willing to see you today, that is the blessing and face you have accumulated for several lifetimes!"

A young man in his thirties came out with an iron flute. Every time he asked ten questions, nine of them were praising Ding Chunqiu.

"Ding Chunqiu, do you still recognize me?"

Fang Ming was too lazy to answer the clown and asked directly.

"Bold! Our senior brother asked, how dare you look at it and listen to it!"

Immediately, a "loyal" junior brother jumped out and pointed at Fang Ming and said, "The old immortal has great magical powers and infinite magic power. Our senior brother is the first-class person under his seat. When ordinary people see it, they must bow to them. If you offend our senior brother, you will die of internal organs within five days, and you will suffer all kinds of pain before your death..."

"Who are you……"

Ding Chunqiu opened his eyes and felt that the elegant middle-aged man in front of him seemed familiar, but he could not remember it.

"After meeting Dali more than 20 years ago, did you forget Ding Chunqiu so quickly!"

Fang Ming said with a smile.

"So it's you!"

Ding Chunqiu suddenly stood up, and a dye shop seemed to have opened on his face, and various colors flashed one by one.

"Boy, why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy quickly. It must be known that this is the magic of our old immortal's gods and ghosts changing their faces. Every time they change, they will hook one of your soul...uh..."

When a disciple saw the old immortal standing up, he immediately flattered and slapped his horse. Halfway through his words, he covered his throat and fell down with foaming mouth. He twitched on the ground twice, and his breath was gone.

The disciples were all terrified. They knew that this junior brother must have said something wrong and offended the old immortal. They felt like walnuts were stuffed into their mouths, but they thought quickly in their hearts: 'There must be a sentence in his sentence just now that he had a very upset of the old immortal. Which word and which word is it? You have to think carefully. You can't repeat the same mistakes in the future. It's very dangerous...'

"The Lord actually went to the meeting alone, which really made Ding admire him!"

Ding Chunqiu greeted him without a smile, but was secretly complaining in his heart: "Why did this person come and I was still met in person by me? It's a pity!"

More than 20 years ago, he failed to kill his master in Dali and was taught a lesson by his master Tianshan Tonglao. In the end, if Li Qiushui had not saved him, he might have had his life explained. This has always been a shame for him.

But although he escaped for a lifetime, he thought that if he didn't kill the old thief Wuyazi, he would definitely be uneasy to sleep.

Therefore, he hid in the sea of ​​stars and practiced evil skills. After practicing Chenghua Zheng Dafa, he had the plan to seek revenge in Dali.

Unfortunately, Fang Mingtian's name of the South Sword Saint was resounding throughout the world at that time. No matter how arrogant Ding Chunqiu was, he knew that he was definitely not the opponent of Abbot Xuanci, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Mr. Tan, and a group of martial arts masters. Since they were all dealt with by Duan Jiansheng, it was only a matter of more swords to kill him. In a disappointment, he wandered outside the Dali border for a long time, but he did not dare to step beyond the line and dared to send his disciples to inquire about the news.

At this time, Dali issued a ban on military order. With his silly nature and his strange apprentice dress, there is no need to say that. Every time he goes in, he has to go to the prison of the Dali government, and even if he doesn't die, he has to take off several layers of skin.

After several tests, Ding Chunqiu finally gave up completely. As long as the Sword Saint is in power for one day, he will never dare to talk about revenge again.

In this way, he kept hiding in the sea of ​​stars and doing his might and blessings, and practiced evil skills, but he was still at peace.

Later, when I heard Duan Zhengchun of Dali challenge Shaolin, I immediately knew that the opportunity had come. I thought that the old thief had been hiding under the opponent's wings. If I want to really rest assured, except for the old thief, I must kill the Tiannan Sword Saint first. I am no match for him, but I can provoke the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts world and gather people to attack him. Even if he is covered in iron, how many nails can he make?

Therefore, he immediately brought a large number of disciples to the south. Who knew that by chance, he actually hit Fang Ming's gun!

"It's bitter! The old Perseid is too arrogant, but it's unlucky!"

Ding Chunqiu complained secretly, wishing he could slap himself a few times. He naturally met Fang Ming, but at that time the other party was still in Su Xinghe's formation, but he was beaten by Tianshan Tonglao and had no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the ground. Seeing each other again this time, although the crowd changed, the strength was still not different.

Not to mention, no Li Qiushui came to save the scene this time.

"Haha... When I parted, Brother Duan was famous all over the country and was famous for being so famous that I really envied me. Recently, I even heard that Brother Duan had deliberately chosen Shaolin and completed a feat. I immediately brought his disciples to cheer..."

Ding Chunqiu squeezed out a smile on his face, but it scared Zhai Xingzi and others of his disciples.

When did they see their master so humble and be willing to take a chance before they even took action?

Some disciples' eyes turned and began to think about using a high hat to praise Fang Ming, while others were shocked: "The old immortal probably wanted to use the strategy of underestimating the enemy. If you may not be sure to send Sanxiao Xiaoyao to him later, I can't be the one who stands out..."

"Haha... Xiao Ding, you really know my heart!"

Fang Ming laughed: "I am worried that there are many enemies. Not only are I alone and I am not good at the scene. Unexpectedly, you are so considerate and have brought me so many good materials. I am really sorry for you!"

Ding Chunqiu was secretly annoyed, but said, "This is very polite. Brother Duan has a golden and jade body. How can he not have a ceremonial guard when traveling? You can still use these disciples, so Brother Duan just needs it!"

As he said that, he even wiped the cushion on his shoulder carriage with his sleeves before floating down, and invited Fang Ming to take his seat.

Seeing this, the disciples immediately saw the wind turning the rudder, blowing and hitting, and gave it to him casually: "Dali Duan, the world is invincible, the Shaolin heroes, the clown jumping, vulnerable, and won without force..."

They were too anxious to see the slogans that were temporarily changed, and with the sound of gongs and drums, they were very stern, melodious and melodious, which made Ding Chunqiu look so hard that he swears to his teeth and swore that he must deal with these kids after he went back.

However, he took Fang Ming too simply.

"Well, this shoulder carriage is good!"

After Fang Ming sat down at Ding Chunqiu's seat, he held his jaw with one hand and was casual with the other: "You guy has too many intestines, so it's better to be honest with me!"

It turned out that Ding Chunqiu was not a good person after all. As early as when he was diligently wiping Fang Ming's stool, he secretly put the "Three Smiles Xiaoyao Dispersion" around the cushion, thinking to himself that even if your internal strength is amazing, can you still rebound all of it?

But he didn't expect that Fang Ming had already cultivated into a flawless body and was not invaded by all evil. No matter how poisonous these Sanxiao Xiaoyao Powder was, it was just a small fur to him. No, it was not even a small fur!

But despite this, Ding Chunqiu had to control it. This kid was always cunning. If he didn't use any means, he would have endless temptations in the future. Although Fang Ming was not afraid, he would not have so much effort to spend it with him.

Although I was a little casual this time, the acupoints around my body were also opened. As the food and wind and dew power was activated, the vital energy of the surrounding heaven and earth was swept away.

Ding Chunqiu never gave up on defense, and he retreated violently at this time.

But immediately, he found a huge force acting on him, as if the surrounding void had turned into a viscous liquid, squeezing him, and every move would consume more energy than usual, and his light and agile body movements became extremely dull.

In this dullness, a little finger force had already smashed his defense like a bamboo shoot and rushed into the Qihai Dantian.
Chapter completed!