The years are like water, and before you know it, three months will flow slowly.

"Ascend adult, retrograde immortal...... The Taoist method of breathing, the inner and outer dan, is really subtle and infinite, and it is very helpful to me......"

Inside the Quanzhen Sect Pavilion, Fang Ming put down the ancient book in his hand and suddenly took a breath at the moonlight.

Suck! Suck and suck!

He inhaled this breath for a long time, and the muscles and muscles on his body trembled continuously, making the sound of scales and armor touching.

If outsiders hear it, I'm afraid they will think that he has a giant python hidden in his body, and at this time, he is swallowing the inner pill of the moon, polishing and cultivating!

"Taoism convinces qi and health preservation, and the things that have been explored for hundreds of thousands of years are much richer than I pondered alone......"

Fang Ming's mouth seemed to have swallowed an egg, slightly raised, and this bulge went all the way down his throat, from his throat to the dantian, making a gurgling sound.

The sound was like thunder, as if there was a huge toad or a bull in his belly.

"I have done my best in the Daomen Northern Sect, but it's a pity that I don't have innate skills......"

Fang Ming still wanted to see and understand Wang Chongyang's kung fu, which was known as an invincible opponent all over the world, but Wang Chongyang went too early, and he didn't even leave a legacy in the Quanzhen Sect.

"It's a lamp Duan Zhixing, who has a mantra of innate skill, and it's not difficult for him to hand it over......"

At the beginning, Wang Chongyang was afraid that Ouyang Feng would be difficult to control the western poison, so he once took Zhou Botong to Dali and passed on his innate skills to Duan Zhixing, which led to a mess between Zhou Botong and Yinggu.

And Duan Zhixing's performance after obtaining the innate skill didn't seem to be very brilliant, after decades of hard work, in the end it was still about the same as the other four peers, which really made Fang Ming a little puzzled.

"Either he has already extinguished his martial arts heart after becoming a monk, or he is a Buddhist sect and does not have enough comprehension of Taoist scriptures......"

Fang Ming got up and pushed the door.

The seven Taoist priests outside had been waiting for a long time, basically, for the past three months, Fang Ming was reading inside, and they stayed outside without leaving each step.

"The breeze and the moon, the beautiful scenery, you have been waiting for a long time......"

Fang Ming said with a smile: "The poor road of the collection of books in the Jing Pavilion has been read, and you and I will not owe each other from now on......

"Wait!"

Qiu Chuji suddenly came out of the queue and said coldly: "The previous date is over, but we can't really teach talents, and we still want to ask the Taoist for a lesson or two!" ”

"Well, if it's the Tiangang Beidou Array, then you don't have to ......."

Fang Ming turned his head to look at the ancient tree on the side, there was a figure there who had used the Taoist superior 'Turtle Suction Gong' to restrain all his essence internal fluctuations, his body was no different from the earth and stone next to him, except for Fang Ming, there were no more than a palm in the world that could see through him!

"But the old urchin has arrived?"

"Haha...... Yes, how do you know my old urchin's nickname, a few days after I came up with this nickname, I just wanted to call it out on the rivers and lakes, which surprised the others! ”

An old man dressed as a layman came out from behind the tree, with turf leaves on his face, but he didn't care at all, and his eyes were full of cunning, like a big naughty boy.

He should be fifty or sixty years old at this time, but he is a Taoist kung fu profound, with black hair on his head, and he looks a little older, it is Zhou Botong!

"Huh...... Poor Dao is proficient in innate divine arithmetic, with five hundred years of knowledge at the top, five hundred years at the bottom, and another five hundred years in the middle...... It's just a nickname, but what is it? ”

Fang Ming pinched his hand, quite a bit of a fairy style and a god.

"It's amazing...... Zhou Botong snapped his fingers: "Five hundred years, plus five hundred years, plus five hundred years, wouldn't you know everything for 1,500 years......

He smiled and clapped his hands: "It's fun!" It's fun, such a fun kung fu, I worship you as a teacher, how about you teach me? ”

Zhou Botong was so innocent that he immediately knelt down and saluted.

"Uncle Shi, no!" Qiu Chuji, Ma Yu and others hurriedly stopped, and regretted that they shouldn't have found this uncle, and they lost face in front of the enemy.

"Old naughty boy, the poor Taoist is a god of kung fu, first of all, you have to read, and when you read a room full of books by heart, you will almost get started......"

"Ah...... I want to endorse it...... "The old naughty boy collapsed when he heard it, "It seems that this kung fu old naughty boy can't learn it!" ”

"Uncle Shi, the enemy is current!"

Ma Yu shook the dust and said.

"Well, that's good...... Zhou Botong waved his hand: "Although I really want to learn your kung fu, it's a pity that Quanzhen teaches these bull noses left by my senior brother, and it doesn't matter if you bully them, but if you fall into my senior brother's prestige, this old naughty boy can't agree!" ”

"Old urchin!"

Fang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he flicked his nails: "I'm afraid you are not my opponent now, when you push your Kongming Fist of 'Great Profit and Success', maybe you can also have a few tricks with Poor Dao......"

"If the big profit is rushing, if the big success is missing......"

The old naughty boy was immediately stunned when he heard the true meaning of these eight characters, and his two hands unconsciously gestured, and even Fang Ming ignored it.

This Kongming Fist is the pinnacle of the old naughty boy's martial arts, but it is a pity that he was trapped in Peach Blossom Island for fifteen years to create it, and now Fang Ming mentioned two sentences in advance, Zhou Botong suddenly felt that the words Kong, Ming, and two sentences of truth and his own martial arts were simply harmonious to the extreme, as if they were tailor-made for him, and the whole person suddenly repeated Fang Ming's eight-character mantra as if he was crazy.

"The current Zhou Botong is still too far away...... Fang Ming sighed.

Zhou Botong's martial arts in Condor Shooting have several distinct demarcation periods.

At this time, he is the weakest, and I am afraid that he is similar to Qiu Qianren floating on the water with an iron palm.

And after being trapped on Peach Blossom Island for fifteen years, after realizing the supreme Taoist Xuangong and the ultimate softness of the Kongming Fist, he was promoted to the level of the Four Uniques, which was only slightly inferior to Huang Laoxie and Ouyang Feng.

When he was broken by Guo Jing, he understood the use of fighting with both hands, and his hands came out at the same time, just like two old naughty boys besieging him, Huang Yaoshi and his ilk were never opponents, and at this time they really became the number one master in the world!

It's a pity that all this will have to wait for at least ten years!

Although the current Zhou Botong's martial arts are above the Quanzhen Seven Sons, for Fang Ming, I am afraid that he can't even compare to the previous Tiangang Beidou Array.

Ma Yu and others asked Zhou Botong to come, I am afraid that they also have the intention of letting this uncle preside over the Tiangang Beidou Array.

Otherwise, it would not be enough to restrain Fang Ming at all!

It's a pity that Fang Ming has completely comprehended the method of Beidou, and there is no need to fight again, let alone have this interest.

At this time, a look of excitement appeared on his face, and he brushed his sleeves away, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi's faces turned red, but after losing Zhou Botong's top combat power, they could only be helpless, watching Fang Ming go down the mountain.

"Huh? What good day is it tonight, the masters are coming in waves? ”

Fang Ming walked on the moon, and halfway to Zhongnan Mountain, his face suddenly moved.

"It's so sneaky, I'm afraid it's not a lamp Hong Qigong, and Huang Yaoshi is still on Peach Blossom Island at this time, Qiu Qianren doesn't have this skill......"

Fang Ming's heart moved, and he suddenly let out a long laugh: "Ouyang Feng! Did you get your toad skills back in such a quick time? ”

This Ouyang Feng coveted the Nine Yin True Scripture, and was once put on a stand by Wang Chongyang before he died, and used a Yang finger to break the true qi of his penance and toad skill.

But now it seems that he has re-practiced, and his martial arts are so high that he is still above the old naughty boy just now.

As he spoke, Fang Ming flicked his fingers! A stone roared through the air, sparks sparked in the night, and flew straight out of a distance of seven or eight zhang, right in the middle of an ancient tree.

Crash!

I only heard the loud sound of the earth-shattering, and the branches and leaves of the ancient tree fell one after another, and there was a fist-sized hole in the trunk, and the edge was pitch black.

"Good! The old man has lived in seclusion in the Western Regions for several years, and he doesn't want the world to produce a young master like you! ”

A tall white shadow leaped out from behind the trunk of a tree, its voice hoarse and unpleasant, as piercing as the friction of metal.

The figure stopped in front of Fang Ming, revealing the image of a tall old man in a white robe, with Western Regions features on his face and a snake staff in his hand.

"Ouyang Feng! Are you here for the Nine Yin Sutra? I'm afraid I'm going to be disappointed......"

Fang Ming asked with a smile.

He just knew that the Nine Yin True Scripture was not on Zhou Botong, and this person had been instructed by Wang Chongyang to hide the upper scroll properly, and he would not take the upper scroll with him until he went to the Peach Blossom Island Theory again.

Although Fang Ming was sure to take down Zhou Botong and the Quan Zhen Seven Sons, these eight people would rather bend than bend, and I was afraid that they would not hand over the scriptures at all, so they simply made other plans.

"The old man is here today, but not for the Nine Yin True Scripture, but for the trust of others!"

When Ouyang Feng said this, he suddenly had a snake staff, and the two strange snakes on it were twisting and turning, making a gesture and spitting out a letter, which was very terrifying.

"Entrusted?"

Fang Ming was slightly stunned at first, and then suddenly realized, stroked his palm and smiled: "Wanyan Honglie asked you to detoxify him?" It's a bit of a vision, but how does my three-corpse brain god pill taste? ”

"You dare to poison a prince, and the old man admires it......"

Ouyang Feng said calmly.

It turned out that after Yan Honglie returned to the Jin Kingdom, he was unwilling to be subdued, and searched for famous doctors who were detoxification masters all over the world, but it was a pity that the Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill configured by Fang Ming was so powerful? The quack doctor even had his hair gray or made no progress, and in the end there was no way, I heard that Ouyang Feng was the number one poison master in the world, and Wanyan Honglie immediately sent someone to carry a heavy gift and went to the White Camel Mountain in the Western Regions for help.

Ouyang Feng is a great expert in using poison, and he knows that this poison cannot be rescued by the non-caster, and it was determined that Wang Chongyang was dead at this time, so he immediately accepted the invitation of Wanyan Honglie and came to find trouble with Fang Ming, forcing him to hand over the antidote, and by the way, to visit the whereabouts of the Nine Yin True Scripture.

It's just that although Fang Ming said it, Ouyang Feng is a generation of grandmasters after all, and he still has to make a face, and he doesn't admit it immediately, using Fang Ming's matter as an excuse.

"Mr. Ouyang, you might as well tell Yan Honglie when you go back, there is no cure for this poison, if you want to spend next year in peace, you should do what I say honestly!"

"Really?" Ouyang Feng's eyelids jumped slightly: "That old man has no choice but to be entrusted by others, and the matter of loyalty is ......" (to be continued.) )