The two hundred disciples of Qingchengguan present are all martial artists, and they are the mainstay of Qingchengguan based on the ancient martial arts world of China. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Qing Xuan Dao Chang asked Fang Bai when he said this, he knew that although Fang Bai was the youngest, his strength was the strongest, and he was the backbone of the three.

"I don't count what I want, he has the final say!"

Fang Bai pointed to the ghost hand that was cultivating, and said indifferently, "When he finishes his cultivation, let him tell you personally!"

The ghost hands sat cross-legged, completely forgetful, the true yuan reached the whole body and limbs, and the meridians and blood vessels were constantly widened and strengthened under the continuous impact of the high-speed circulation of the true yuan, and the true yuan qi mass in the sea of qi was also growing.

The aura fluctuations on the ghost hand's body are getting stronger and stronger, and the momentum is constantly rising, except for Fang Bai, the surrounding martial artists feel the changes from the ghost hand, and they are all secretly shocked, they didn't expect that a Xuan-level beginner martial artist would have such a big movement when he was promoted.

Wu De could already determine that the exercises cultivated by the ghost hands were at least the heaven-level exercises, maybe they were of a higher level.

Suddenly, the body of the ghost hand trembled slightly, and the aura of a warrior with attack and aggression quickly fell back after reaching a peak limit state, and finally returned to calm.

At this time, the ghost hand looks like an ordinary person, not like a martial artist with unique skills at all.

Even those who are as powerful as Wu De are a little unable to see through the ghost hand at this time, only to feel that the ghost hand is the same as Fang Bai, it seems to be covered by a layer of clouds and mist, which makes people feel unfathomable and elusive.

"If this guy Ghost Hand advances to a small realm, he may have the strength to fight with me! If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been unbelievable! The ancestors were stilted! This master and apprentice are simply more evil than the other!"

Wu De looked at the ghost hand who had successfully advanced and was about to get out of the cultivation state, and sighed secretly in his heart.

Before encountering Shang Bai and the Ghost Hand, Wu De originally thought that he was a unique martial arts talent in this world, but he didn't expect to be crushed by Fang Bai, and even Fang Bai's apprentice Ghost Hand was about to be able to compete with him.

When the ghost hand opened his eyes again, the momentum of the whole person changed a lot, his eyes were like lightning, and he was full of murderous energy, with his bloody clothes, like a killing god.

Qing Xuan Dao Chang, as a master of the Xuan-level Consummation Realm, actually felt a kind of coercive power when facing a ghost hand that was two small realms lower than himself, which made him feel incredible.

"The battle of life and death is really a good way for martial artists to improve their strength, but it's a pity that in this secular ancient martial arts world, it is too difficult to find an opponent!"

Looking at the ghost hand that stood up, Fang Bai was also secretly sighing, thinking that his cultivation for a period of time in the future could only rely on a large number of cultivation resources to assist, and he wanted to constantly temper himself through the battle of life and death, unless he went to the hidden world with a heaven-level martial artist.

It's just that after Fang Bai was reborn, perhaps because he inherited part of the thoughts of the original owner of this body, he actually had some reluctance complexes that he couldn't let go of and couldn't leave with his relatives, friends, and confidants in the secular world.

At least until his relatives, friends, and confidantes around him have become martial artists and have enough self-protection ability, Fang Bai will not stay away from the worldly red dust for a long time.

In Fang Bai's mind, the hidden world and small world of this plane should be similar to the cultivation realm and immortal realm of the plane in his previous life, with many sects and many martial artists, all of which are survival rules that the weak eat the strong and the strong are respected.

In that kind of world, if you want to gain dignity and status, you have to cultivate diligently, so it has incomparable benefits for the improvement of the strength of martial artists.

But for Fang Bai, who cultivates the Tao of Affection, that kind of world is indifferent, and it is far less interesting to live in the current worldly red dust.

The word love, although it sometimes drags down cultivation, can sometimes become a huge help for martial artists in their cultivation.

In Fang Bai's previous life, if he didn't have friends by his side and no red face to accompany him, it would be difficult for him to advance on the road of martial arts and finally become an immortal emperor.

"Qing Xuan Lao Dao, do you still remember the slaughter of the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley?"

Wearing a bloody coat, the ghost hand strode up to Qingxuan and asked sharply.

"You...... You are ......"

The Qingxuan Daoist was taken aback when he heard this, and immediately thought of the fact that the masters above the Xuan level in the Yanyu Building in Jiangnan were slaughtered not long ago, and looked at the ghost hand like a ghost, with a look of horror in his eyes.

Could it be that the person in front of him was the disciple of the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley who had escaped by luck in the first place?

Could it be that the destruction of the Yanyu Tower in Jiangnan is his masterpiece?

"That's right, I'm the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley disciple who escaped from the butcher's knife of your three major sects!"

Infinite hatred welled up in the ghost hand's chest, and he said sharply: "God is pitiful, let me get away with it, I have to meet a famous teacher, and I can learn this strength." Today, I want to take the lives of your three major sect disciples to pay tribute to the souls of my fellow disciples who died in the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines!"

His gaze swept over the silent Qingchengguan disciples around him, and shouted loudly: "Those who participated in the slaughter of the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley at the beginning, stand up and suffer death!"

There was silence all around, and no one took the initiative to stand up, but the eyes of some of the Qingchengguan disciples had already revealed despair, and many people's eyes looked at Qingxuan Dao Chief.

"Alas......"

Qing Xuandao sighed and smiled miserably: "At the beginning, the thought of greed caused boundless killing, every time I think about it, it is too late to regret it!"

The ghost hand saw Qing Xuandao beating his chest and feet, and he looked like he regretted it, but he just sneered.

If you knew today, why bother in the first place?

Since the killing was done in the first place, we must bear the consequences today.

The ghost hand's revenge heart is as firm as iron, no matter how Qing Xuan pretends to be pitiful, he will not be shaken in the slightest.

Qingxuan Daoist looked at the ghost hand with a pale face, and said sadly: "Since the big mistake has been made, it is useless to regret it. Now that the Lord is dead, then I will bear all the faults alone! If you want to take revenge, kill me alone!"

"Kill you alone?...... You're dreaming!"

The ghost hand sneered: "My ghost hand will not kill innocents indiscriminately, but I will never let a butcher go!" The Qingchengguan disciples who participated in the slaughter of my Ten Thousand Medicine Valley at the beginning, there were a total of twenty-six people, all of them were Xuan-level martial artists, this should be right? Don't deny it, this is what I forced from Wen Shiba, a disciple of Yanyu Building!"

He looked around, and said, "Now there are no more, no less, there are just twenty-six Xuan-level martial artists here, it seems that the butchers who killed my disciples in the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley are all here! Very good, I don't need to look everywhere, I can save a lot of trouble!"

Qingxuan Daoist was shocked and angry, and said angrily: "Do you want to slaughter my Qingcheng Guanxuan-level martial artist like you did with Yanyu Tower?"

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