Fang Fan also picked up the wine bowl, squinted and smiled: "Where am I good?"

Yue Xiong drank the golden wine in the wine bowl and said, "You didn't stop me, this is very good." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Of course, Fang Fan understood the meaning of this sentence, and he even understood that even if he stopped Yue Xiong from drinking the poisoned wine, Yue Xiong had no intention of living, and it was the greatest insult to him to live in this world for a long time.

Fang Fan also drank wine like water, put the wine bowl on the table, poured it again, and said, "You seem to have been prepared?"

Yue Xiong snorted coldly: "It is really despicable to die in the hands of such a young man, and it is even more daydreaming to get the secret book of the exercises hidden by the Heavenly Sect!"

Fang Fan sighed: "It's a pity that the head is broken and the blood is flowing, but the bamboo basket is fetching water."

Yue Xiong said coldly: "If it weren't for greed, how could it be exchanged for nothing?"

Fang Fan was silent, and the edge of the bowl touched his lips again.

"I'll ask you......" Yue Xiong stared at Fang Fan's pupils.

"What?"

"Forget it." Yue Xiong picked up the wine bowl and said abruptly, "There is no need to ask."

When the wine entered his throat, it seemed to be on fire, and the blood flowing in his veins seemed to be boiling. There was no more conversation, no more birdsong, only the clattering of bowls and the flapping of wings.

Seven or eight wine jars were scattered around, and in just one cup of tea, the wine was empty.

Yue Xiong's eyes were already drunk, the liquor seemed to dispel the poison in his body, and he forgot the injuries on his body, Yue Xiong looked at Fang Fan seriously and said, "I should thank you."

"Thank me for what?" Fang Fan put down the wine bowl, propped his hands behind his back, and lay half-reclined.

Yue Xiong shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's not a happy thing to be burned black."

Fang Fan sighed and said, "Actually, if you want to leave the Heavenly Sect, no one can stop you."

Yue Xiong asked rhetorically, "What about after leaving?"

Fang Fan suddenly fell silent.

Yue Xiong looked up at the sky and said: "I know you want to say that you can stay in the green mountains, and you are not afraid of no firewood, but you know very well in your heart......"

Fang Fan's heart was like ten mountains.

Yue Xiong suddenly stared at Fang Fan again and said, "Soon we will be separated, I should give you something, you can't thank you only with words."

Fang Fan did not hide the disappointment in his heart and said, "It's a pity that the secret books of the Heavenly Sect have been burned to ashes."

Yue Xiong laughed, and then said, "That little thing that is not eye-catching, how can it be more valuable than my gift!"

"Oh?"

Yue Xiong put down the wine bowl he had been holding in his hand, and the other party beckoned, "You stretch out your hand."

Fang Fan handed his hand over for some reason.

Yue Xiong stretched out his index finger and lightly touched it in Fang Fan's palm, and a majestic true qi suddenly poured into his palm, shuttling quickly in the crystalline meridians, and in an instant, the surging flood flowed all over the body's large and small meridians, all of which were infused into the dantian.

With a buzzing sound in his ears, there seemed to be an invisible barrier in his body that had been punctured, and Fang Fan's breath suddenly became unstable, and then, his cultivation rose sharply.

Early ......

Mid-......

Late ......

However, Xiuwei plummeted again, falling directly back to the early stage of the summit like a cliff, but at the same time, it climbed back to the middle of the summit again.

The waves of qi were rolling, and the wine bowls and wine jars around them were actually "banged" in the invisible coercion, and the cultivation was suddenly raised, Fang Fan could no longer be able to retract and release freely, and he could no longer control the surging true qi in his body.

The wine bowl in Yue Xiong's hand was still lying firmly in the palm of his hand, seeing that Fang Fan could not suppress the fury of his true qi, he laughed and was about to help, but Fang Fan's boiling breath suddenly calmed down, like a turbulent lake suddenly became a mirror.

Yue Xiong, who was still holding the finger movement, was stunned, and immediately came back to his senses, stroked his palm and laughed: "You really have some doorways."

Fang Fan arched his hand and smiled: "I can't get into Brother Yue's eyes."

"Good, good." Yue Xiong said in a deep voice: "If you call the head of Yue, you will see the outside, and it will be in vain for you and me to drink, this Brother Yue has won my heart."

"You stick your head out." Yue Xiong paused, and then continued, "I have one more thing for you."

Hearing this to others, there may have been some drums in his heart, but Fang Fan leaned over and stretched his head over nonchalantly, which also made Yue Xiong's eyes a little more appreciative.

Yue Xiong pointed his index finger at Fang Fan's eyebrows and said, "I told you before that the secret books of the Heavenly Sect are all gadgets that don't go into the stream, do you know the reason for this?"

Without waiting for Fang Fan to speak, Yue Xiong continued: "In this world, only in terms of palm techniques, there is no kind of exercise that can compare to my set of palm techniques, today, I will hand it over to you."

While speaking, Fang Fan longed for the figure in his mind, and every palm of the figure seemed plain, but it made people have thoughts that could not be avoided, even if it was the same angle and the same palm, it made people feel different.

This set of palm techniques is not only weird, but also completely unpredictable its trajectory, it seems that a palm strike, according to the opponent's counterattack kaleidoscopic, this kind of martial arts is simply heard of, it can be said to contain the essence of Yue Xiong's lifelong martial arts.

"I'm sure you've seen that." Yue Xiong withdrew his index finger and said with a smile.

"This set of palm ......"

"Ten years ago, I created this set of palm techniques, and in ten years, after continuous improvement and revision, it is half completed."

Fang Fan was stunned and said, "This is only half done?"

Yue Xiong looked at the wine that kept swaying in the wine bowl, and said: "The change of footwork is the essence of this set of palms, and the reason why it can change after making a move is because of the mystery of footwork.

It's a pity that the shortcomings are also obvious, the bland palm is not deliberate, and it is difficult to carry the true qi under the feet, and then want to perform the powerful palm technique.

If one day, the mastery and footwork are integrated, then this exercise can be regarded as a real Dacheng realm, and can be regarded as the real "Dragon Change". ”

Fang Fan said firmly: "I will succeed."

"I believe it." Yue Xiong smiled and nodded, looked up at the pitch-black dome again, and said abruptly, "It's a pity that I can't see it."

With that, he drank the wine in the bowl.

"Pity me for thinking that I am invincible, but I don't want to be just a chess piece on the chessboard, every step I take, is it what I want to take?

Everything I do, do I want to do it, or is someone arranging it in the dark?

Am I or not?! ”

Yue Xiong Xu was drunk.

"The Heavenly Religion came into existence from nothing, and it was I who punched and slapped it to its current status, but now, someone actually told me that all this is fake?"

Yue Xiong laughed, laughing sadly.

The night was gloomy, there were no stars and no wind, and the whole forest was like a cage that couldn't see through the outside world, Fang Fan suddenly had an idea, everyone he met, every step he took, was someone secretly arranged?

Fang Fan wanted to speak, but it seemed that his throat was blocked by a foreign object.

Yue Xiong's laughter was inaudible, and the wine bowl had long since sunk into the soft earth.

He couldn't laugh anymore.

He couldn't laugh anymore.

Thinking back then, Jin Ge Iron Horse swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger.

The dance pavilion is always blown away, and the rain blows the wind.