On the second day, all the Immortal Dao sect stations in Yulan Valley received the news that Tiger Roar Ridge had been razed to the ground overnight, and tens of thousands of demon armies had been killed.

Subsequently, the Dustless Sword Sect announced that it was responsible for the attack, and hung the heads of several Jindan level demon kings high outside the station for people to see.

The demon leader, the Red Owl King, was furious and took ten sons to break into the Dustless Sword Sect's residence for revenge.

But the final result was that all the ten sons of the Red Owl King were ambushed, and the Red Owl King was also captured by Fang Cheng and hung on the gate of the Dustless Sword Sect to show the public.

The demon army was in an uproar for a moment, and retreated for thousands of miles, almost withdrawing from the boundaries of the Magnolia Valley.

Suddenly, Chen Yanqing's name spread throughout the entire Yulan Valley.

In the next few days, the Immortal Dao Sect in the Yulan Valley came to congratulate one after another, but Fang Cheng closed the door under the pretext of recuperating from his injuries.

But around like this, the front of the Dustless Sword Sect's residence was still full of people, and it lasted for half a month before it finally returned to its former purity.

After Fang Cheng settled quietly, he didn't deal with official business every day, but only taught some of the cultivation methods of the Vientiane Sutra to immortality.

By the time the victory of the Magnolia Valley spread throughout the entire Southern Regions, it had been a month later.

The news came out that one of the supreme demons in the Southern Regions, the Great Sage, could take Chen Yanqing's head as his son-in-law.

Although this Heavenly Great Sage is a generation of heavenly demons, he was romantic when he was young, and he had a spring breeze with many female cultivators in famous towns and worlds, so several of his daughters were all overwhelmed by the country and the city, and they cultivated to be profound masters of the Ten Thousand Tribulations.

Therefore, as soon as the bounty of the Great Sage came out, the entire Southern Region went crazy, and both demons and monks poured into the Magnolia Valley.

What complemented this was the news released by the Seven Miao Heavenly Monarch Gongsun Ying, if anyone dared to hurt her disciple in the slightest, she would not let go no matter how far she fled to the ends of the earth.

As the central figure of this series of events, Fang Cheng stayed leisurely in the Dustless Sword Sect's residence every day to practice swordsmanship, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

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The Dustless Sword Sect's resident school ground.

Changsheng stood under the scorching sun, holding a green steel sword in his hand, and three green bricks were suspended from the blade with hemp rope.

Although she was already sweating and red-faced, she kept gritting her teeth and persevering.

Xin Yi stood a few zhang away with his sword in his hand, looking at Changsheng with a distressed expression.

Because it was Fang Cheng who ordered him to supervise the practice of Changsheng, Xin Yi did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

But seeing Changsheng practicing swordsmanship so hard, he couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship, recalling the scene when he was young.

Originally, his ancestors had been martial arts people for generations, and he had an opportunity to save a monk of the Dustless Sword Sect.

When the monk was dying, he asked his father to send a report back to Jiuyi Mountain, and his father finally survived his life and handed over the report to an elder of the sect.

The sect elder had a good relationship with his father and promised to accept his descendants into the mountain gate.

Fortunately, Xin Yi performed well after he was born and was extremely intelligent, so he was sent to Jiuyi Mountain by his father.

When he first went up the mountain, he was about the same age as Changsheng.

Because he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, he has even performed better than other disciples of his generation.

However, in swordsmanship, he never dared to be sloppy, and practiced for more than five hours a day, regardless of cold or summer.

After persisting like this for ten years, his swordsmanship entered the hall, and in the next twenty years, the sect evaluation was all first-class.

"How's she practicing?"

Fang Cheng walked from outside the school yard with a pot of wine in his arms at this time.

"Elder Chen, she is very hard working in her life, she is diligent and fast, and she will become a great tool within ten years." Xin Yi commented very fairly.

"And what are you thinking about?"

"I also hope for Elder Chen Haihan." Xin Yi said apologetically.

"Our cultivation is all for the purpose of revitalizing our sect and upholding justice, so what difference does it make to whom we worship as our teacher?" Fang Cheng frowned slightly.

"Thank you Elder Chen for your love, but Xin still wants to go back to the mountain to serve his master." Xin Yi had a slight look of regret on his face.

A few days ago, Fang Cheng told him privately that he was willing to accept him as a registered disciple on behalf of Gongsun Ying.

Although Xin Yi was very tempted by the guidance of an earth immortal, it was definitely not what he wanted if the demon changed the court, after all, the master treated him well when he was in Jiuyi Mountain.

"Well, if you change your mind, you can come to me at any time, and I will introduce you to the master." Fang Cheng didn't force it.

He originally planned to bring Xin Yi under his command, because although this person has not achieved the realm of earth immortals, his standing strength is comparable to that of immortal earth immortals, and he is respected as "Xin Tianjun", which can be described as a late bloomer.

However, it was not what he wanted to do for the strongman, so he had to give up.

"Xin Yi is ashamed."

Xin Yi was quite moved when he heard this, he had a temper that was soft and not hard, and Fang Cheng's words and deeds were very appetizing to him.

"Even if you don't want to enter the wall of my master's door, this Vientiane Sutra can also be taught to you." At this time, Fang Cheng took out the scripture that he cared about copying from his sleeve and handed it to Xin Yi.

Xin Yi took a deep look at him, and seeing that his expression was very sincere, he reached out to take the scriptures.

The power of the Vientiane True Sutra, he had already seen it in Changsheng, and in just a few months, he had gone from a mortal to a perfect Qi cultivation, which could be described as an earth-shattering divine skill.

Wealthy and land-bound couples, practice the four tips.

Xin Yi is very poor and has no Taoist masters, only one practice method is okay, but it took him more than 30 years to achieve the Jindan Dao, and it took another 200 years to polish the Jindan to perfection, and a catastrophe can be expected.

Such a cultivation qualification is naturally not a peerless genius, and he may be able to break through the first three realms of ten thousand tribulations in his lifetime, even if it is his creation.

Now that Fang Cheng took out the Vientiane True Scripture and gave it to him, it was naturally a great temptation.

You must know that when the Daomen monk breaks through the Ten Thousand Tribulations, he can turn to the cultivation method and refine the body of the robbery method.

Originally, he also planned to continue to follow the method of "Beiluo Shimen Xuan Zhence", but now that he has a better choice, he naturally has to firmly grasp it.

"Elder Chen, Gao Yi!" Xin Yi bowed and thanked him.

"Okay, you should first read the scriptures, and if you have any difficulties, you can always come and ask me." Fang Cheng smiled freely, and his eyes softened a lot as he looked at Xin Yi.

Once the other party has practiced the Vientiane Sutra, even if he joins his camp, it doesn't matter if he doesn't worship Gongsun Ying.

"Elder Chen, farewell." Xin Yi put away the scriptures and left in a hurry.

After Xin Yi disappeared outside the school grounds, Changsheng also took the green steel sword in his hand and threw the green brick back to its original place.

"Senior brother, do you think I'm practicing?"

"There's nothing on the surface." Fang Cheng shook his head.

"Then please teach me!" Changsheng said very sincerely.

"The so-called lightweight lifting does not mean increasing the weight of the blade itself, but refers to the sword momentum." Fang Cheng took the green steel sword from her hand, threw the wine jug to her, and then danced a sword flower casually.

"There are four sword momentums, and there are priorities."

Fang Cheng jumped out in one step and appeared a few zhang away, the sharp sword in his hand stabbed out a few swords at will, emitting bursts of thunder.

His swordsmanship fell in Changsheng's eyes, but it showed four changes, light or heavy, fast or slow, and these four changes exploded in a single moment, making people look dazzling and overwhelmed.

"If any of these four sword postures are practiced to the extreme, they are enough to dominate the world. You don't have enough strength as a woman, so practice the fast sword. ”