Xueluo savored these words, and felt that it made sense, and looked back, just about to see which master had expressed his opinion, but when he saw that person, the admiration just now instantly turned into disappointment.

Because that person was none other than Xingtong, the fiancé who was pestering her.

The man was eighteen or nineteen years old, and his clothes were very rich, but they were dirty, his hair was messy, and he always had a cynical smile on his face.

"You, why are you here?" Xueluo looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention, so he relaxed slightly, and said, "This is our internal affairs in the Qingshan Sect, what are you doing as an outsider to join in the fun?"

Xing Tong spread his hands and said with a smile: "As your fiancé, how can I be considered an outside......r?

Speaking of this, he felt something, his face changed suddenly, and then he turned his head to the battlefield.

I saw that the huge wolf claws that Rong had turned into had wrapped Fang Zhen, and he was about to crush him, but who knew that Fang Zhen did not dodge or dodge, just like an old monk who had settled down, he closed his eyes.

Soon, a black True Yuan emanated from his body, although it was very small, but it was enough to cover his entire body.

"Hmph, the light of fireflies, dare to compete with the sun and the moon?"

Rong Baiwan sneered and continued to manipulate the wolf's claws.

But no matter how hard he tried, the wolf claws couldn't disperse the black true element.

His forehead was already sweating, and a sense of powerlessness gradually grew in his heart.

"As I said a long time ago, you are far from reaching the psychic realm, otherwise, I would have been a mess by now. ”

Fang Zhen waved his hand slightly, and the black true yuan became a little thicker, and he immediately forced back the wolf's claws.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" Seeing the dark green true yuan slowly drifting away, Rong Baiqian's face was stunned.

Gu Yuan seemed to understand something, turned his head to look at Yuan Hua, and said, "You actually passed on that Mixed Yuan Evil Skill to him?"

"What kind of evil is not evil? Isn't the Mixed Yuan Gong my Qingshan Sect's exercises?" Yuan Hua gave him a blank look.

Gu Yuan said: "Turning the true essence that others have condensed with great difficulty into your own use, isn't this an evil skill?

It turns out that this Mixed Yuan Gong is aimed at absorbing people's true yuan, and in a matter of moments, a master of the same level can become an ordinary person, so as to increase his strength.

It's just that after all, it's not something that comes from one's own cultivation, and although one's superficial strength has improved, the real cultivation has not improved in the slightest.

Moreover, this move will inevitably cause an unstable foundation, and it will also be a difficult breakthrough in the future, so the Qingshan Sect does not allow anyone to cultivate.

Yuan Hua's eyelids twitched, obviously touching on the sad matter, if it wasn't for his thoughts, he would have been in charge of the Qingshan Sect a long time ago.

As he spoke, the battle on the field had entered a white heat.

Maybe Rong Millions of Psychic Realm has some moisture, but the strength of his martial artist Nine Heavens is real money, no matter how you look at it, he should be able to overwhelm Fang Marks.

But the strange thing is that no matter how much he attacks, he can't touch Fang Scar's clothes, and Fang Scar always seems to be able to anticipate the enemy's opportunity, so no matter how high his cultivation is, it is useless.

As for Fang Zhen, he seems to have entered a state of selflessness, and many martial arts problems that have plagued him for many years have been solved in the dismantling of the moves.

At this moment, all of Rong Baiqian's moves have been figured out by him, and it is just a matter of raising his hands to win, but he doesn't plan to do this, because he wants to seek a breakthrough in the other party's body.

After all, it's not easy to find an opponent on a par with that.

Rong Baiqian obviously realized this, and his face was as pale as white paper.

Since entering the Qingshan Sect, he has become Fang Zhen's little follower, and he has to accompany him every day to feed him, he thought that life was over, but he didn't expect that after going through so many things, he still couldn't escape this doom.

"Hurry up, you don't need to cover the true yuan with this punch, you just need to hit it quickly, then I can't avoid it. ”

"This kick is wrong, the kick is too high, if I kick your supporting foot, how do you dodge?"

"It's high again, you can't lift your feet over your hips, otherwise you're killing yourself, you should kick my cheekbones." ”

......

Every time Rong Baiqian makes a move, Fang Zhen has to explain it, it seems that this is not a competition, but the master is instructing the apprentice to practice.

At this time, I am afraid that no matter how low the cultivation is, the person will understand the gap between the two people.

The square marks of the Martial Man Triple Heaven and the Rong Bai Millions of the Martial Artist Nine Heavens are not of the same grade at all, and the former is obviously a little more powerful......

After dozens of moves, Rong Baiqian was already dead, just mechanically swinging his fist, and finally fell to the ground.

His Dao heart has been broken, and his cultivation will definitely not improve much in the future, which makes him even more painful than killing him.

This man is a complete waste!

Ignoring everyone's ghostly gazes, Fang Zhen nodded to Gu Yuan and quickly left.

Now that Rong has been defeated, the Yuan brothers have no face to stay, so he doesn't have to worry, there is one thing that needs to be verified right now.

But he hadn't taken a few steps when a man stood in front of him, and when he looked up, he saw that it was the snow falling.

"Senior brother, congratulations on your blockbuster. ”

Her face was full of joy, as if she was the one who had just won the battle.

"I don't need to borrow someone else to make a name for myself, and he's nowhere near qualified. ”

From the first time he saw the snow falling, Fang Scar didn't like her, because he always felt that this woman was too scheming.

Now it seems that his feelings are really right, now that he has won the competition, she has done everything possible to please him, if she fails miserably, I am afraid she will not even look at him more.

Although he thought so in his heart, his face did not show it, and he just nodded slightly.

Looking at his departing back, Xueluo also stomped his feet hard, and only the man in front of her could make her hit the wall again and again.

As soon as he returned to his cabin, Fang Scar couldn't wait to lock the doors and windows, and then took off the ring.

At this time, there were already seven cracks on the top.

The moment he took off the ring, the feeling of thought comprehension that he had just felt when he was fighting was gone, and his sense of induction was much worse.

Sure enough, this thing is messing around, and it looks like I've really picked up a big bargain.

Fang Scar was overjoyed, but he was also faintly worried, because there was no such thing as a free lunch, and besides, he didn't want to rely too much on this ring.

Otherwise, once he takes off the ring, won't he be a waste again?