A moment later, after Fang Ming's treatment, Ouyang Feng, who was already largely fine, turned over and got up, staring at Fang Ming who was contemplating the trick of the Toad Skill with a gloomy expression.

"With this kid's current position, if I send a toad skill, I am fifty percent sure that he will be killed in the palm of my hand!"

Ouyang Feng's eyes were cold, and his hands were slightly condensed.

However, just as he was about to make a move, Fang Ming suddenly raised his head, and two eyes shot at him like arrows: "Mr. Ouyang, what do you want to do?" ”

"Since the old man has already handed over the toad mantra, he naturally wants to leave ......"

Ouyang Feng said with a calm face.

"It's a pity that I still have a few things for my husband to do for me!" Fang Ming suddenly smiled.

"Even if your martial arts are higher than the old man, if you want to drive Ouyang Feng like a slave, you can't even think ......about it," Ouyang Feng replied calmly.

"Haha...... How could I be? ”

Fang Ming smiled, knowing that this kind of supreme master had his own arrogance and arrogance, if he wanted to convince him to be a slave, I was afraid that even the Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill would not necessarily be useful, and the threat of Ouyang Ke could no longer be used, otherwise it would be a dead fish.

Therefore, he chose to lure it to his advantage.

"I ask Mr. to do something, and naturally I will be paid, how about the Nine Yin True Scripture?" Fang Ming is confident.

"Nine Yin True Scripture?"

Ouyang Feng's breathing became heavy, this Nine Yin True Scripture was simply an obsessive existence for him.

"Hmm...... I'll memorize a paragraph first, sir, and listen to it for the time being......"

Fang Ming smiled slightly, and recited a chapter of the Nine Yin Fragments in the Ancient Tomb 'Secret Method of Solving Acupoints'.

"Hmm...... Sure enough, it's a bit of a doorway...... No! Wonderful...... Wonderful, and then what? ”

Ouyang Feng was fascinated by what he heard, but Fang Ming stopped halfway through his recitation, causing Ouyang Feng to roar angrily, and after seeing Fang Ming, he suddenly calmed down: "What do you want me to do?" ”

"It's simple...... I need my husband to make a trip to Tibet for me to obtain the two martial arts of the tantric lineage, the dragon elephant prajna and the yoga mystic...... On the day of success, Mr., I will naturally exchange the Nine Yin True Scripture for ......"

Fang Ming said leisurely.

"If I still hear of the dragon elephant occasionally, but this yoga secret?" Ouyang Fenghu doubted.

"This is a secret magic of Esoteric Buddhism, if you can't find it, you might as well ask a person called King Jinlun, and the tantric branch where he is located has these two great divine skills!"

Fang Ming is confident.

"Good! Exchange these two skills for the Nine Yin True Scripture! A gentleman's word! ”

"Whip the horse!"

Fang Ming swore an oath to Ouyang Feng, and then looked at his departing figure, his eyes filled with thoughtfulness.

"This toad skill is quite beneficial to my convincing technique......"

As for the leakage of the Nine Yin True Scripture, Fang Ming didn't even think about it.

There are countless secrets of the divine skills that he has around him now, and the Nine Yin True Scripture is only one of them, and it is even only a fragment, even if it is all given to Ouyang Feng, there is no problem.

To solve Ouyang Feng, who has learned Jiuyin, is just a matter of a few more tricks.

"Well, the nine yin and nine yang are almost in hand, and the two martial arts of tantric Buddhism have also been recognized, so ...... next"

Fang Ming's eyes looked southwest: "It's a Yang Finger and Innate Gong, right?" ”

He came to the Condor World to create a unique method of internal refining, and the realization of this goal requires profound foundation and accumulation.

Fang Ming's own accumulation was insufficient, so naturally he could only make up for it from other divine skills and classics.

And this time, he wants to catch all the magic secrets and martial arts masters in the condor shooting.

Only by increasing one's own accumulation with divine classics, and then gathering the strength of everyone to deduce together, can offset the long time required for the evolution of a martial art, and directly speed up!

"Huh?"

Fang Ming's ears moved, and suddenly his figure flew by, and he stepped out of a distance of dozens of zhang in a few ups and downs.

Streaming down!

The grass shook, and two dark shadows emerged.

Fang Ming chuckled lightly, grabbing the two of them out like an eagle catching a chicken.

"Are you Jinren, the spies of Wanyan Honglie?"

Fang Ming handed a piece of letterhead to the two of them: "It's just right, bring this back to Wanyan Honglie, and let him do what I want, otherwise don't think about next year's antidote......"

"It's ......"

The two spies took a look at it, and saw that the letterhead was full of graphics, and they couldn't help but have a bitter look on their faces.

"Let him be at the top of Huashan Mountain, and immediately start building it for me!"

Fang Ming didn't talk nonsense, he said hello and walked away, completely treating Yan Honglie's spy as a messenger.

“…… Speaking of which, although Liang Ziweng's old monster is not good at martial arts, his ability to raise snakes is first-class, and the blood of the big python pulls out the muscles and bones, and resists snake venom, which is also a rare treasure, although it is useless to me, but it is not bad to bring it to the main world......"

Fang Ming vaguely remembered that Liang Ziweng was just an ordinary visitor at the beginning, and he relied on killing a martial arts stranger, and took the martial arts secrets of that stranger and the recipe for raising snakes to become like that later.

"Now he is probably still superstitious and yin supplementing yang, and he is plundering virgins everywhere, and he is not far from being plucked by Hong Qigong......

This is a trivial matter, when did you tell Ouyang Feng and Wan Yan Honglie, at this time, Liang Ziweng still had to obediently send the prescription up?

"It's a pity that the people I sent to Xiangyang are still no news, and the fighting monks of Shaolin have no whereabouts.

Fang Ming sighed, and did not go to Xiangyang to look for needles in the haystack again, but took the road to the south and began to march towards Dali.

At this time, the children of Ying Gu and Zhou Botong must have been beaten to death by Qiu Qianren, and Duan Zhixing also became a master of a lamp.

However, now Ouyang Feng has not gone to the Great Snow Mountain to hurt people, and that lamp should also be an honest monk in Tianlong Temple, and Yuqiao Gengxue is also assisting his eldest son in handling government affairs.

"Having said that, Dali Tianlong Temple, if you really want to talk about it, I'm afraid it's a little bigger than Shaolin Temple......"

The royal family of Dali, especially the emperor, always liked to go to Tianlong Temple to become a monk after abdication, and over time, it simply became a royal retirement home.

As long as Fang Ming thought about a bunch of monks who had practiced a yang finger for half his life, his scalp was slightly numb.

He is not yet successful in martial arts, and he will not do stupid things against the army, as well as against one enemy and one hundred.

"Well, in the Tianlong Temple, I don't know if there is still the inheritance of the Six-Vein Divine Sword and the Northern Spiritual Skill and Ling Bo Weibu, but I can't go to it!"

Fang Ming pinched his fingers and calculated, now I am afraid that Duan Zhixing has only been a monk for a long time, and it is not clear that Aunt Ying has not yet left the border of Dali, this is another important person.

This woman is the common death hole of Zhou Botong and Yideng, with an important status and infinite use.

……

Tianlong Temple was built in the Tang Kaiyuan period, located in the north of Cangshan outside the city of Dali, there are 890 rooms, 1,400 Buddha statues, magnificent, solemn and solemn.

Fang Ming first walked around the city of Dali, felt the customs of a hundred ethnic groups, and played a pot of local specialty carved plum wine, and then slowly rode a donkey to the outside of Tianlong Temple.

Dali worships Buddha for generations, the status of Tianlong Temple is even more noble, outside the tall Buddha hall, pilgrims and pedestrians are bustling, there is no liveliness.

Fang Ming turned for a long time, and the corners of his eyes were suddenly attracted by a touch of snow white.

It was a girl who was not much older than him, but her temples were already covered with white hair, and she looked at the tall temple of Tianlong Temple at this time, her eyes seemed to be full of resentment, and her body was like a loach in the crowd for a few drills, and then suddenly disappeared.

"Could it be Aunt Ying? Now wandering outside Tenryu Temple all day long, looking for a lamp to take revenge? ”

Fang Ming touched his chin and immediately quietly followed.

With his light skills, he followed Aunt Ying silently, and he would not be noticed by the other party.

At this time, I saw that the white-haired girl came to the back of Tianlong Temple, and suddenly jumped up directly and turned in.

When she jumped up, her light skills also gave Fang Ming a sense of familiarity, and she seemed to have traces of the Quanzhen Sect's Jin Yangong.

"Sure enough...... It's Aunt Ying who didn't run away! ”

Fang Ming was very sure, otherwise how could an ordinary woman trespass on the forbidden land of Tianlong Temple?

At the moment, he was even more cautious, and followed behind Aunt Ying like a gust of wind.

Aunt Ying wore a black dress, and seemed to be very familiar with Tianlong Temple, walking through the hall and alleys, without alarming a warrior monk, and came to a courtyard.

The courtyard was covered with dead leaves, and a faint chanting sound came out, and the reflection of a monk could be faintly seen from the window.

"Thief, give me my life back!"

Ying Gu's eyes were bloodshot at this time, her face was as hideous as a ghost, and two plum blossom darts shot through the window.

"Huh?"

There was a light sound from inside, and there was a hint of excitement: "It's Liu ......"

"Someone broke into the temple !!"

At this point, the warrior monks who were patrolling on all sides were immediately alarmed, and seeing that a large number of monks were about to surround them, the figure in the window sighed: "Go down, let this female benefactor leave!" ”

His internal strength was extraordinary, and his voice spread far away, and it seemed to carry a great majesty, and the monks immediately retreated respectfully when they heard it.

Ying Gu knew that she was not Duan Zhixing's opponent, so she turned her head and left.

"It's time for me to play!"

Fang Ming's eyes moved, and he suddenly jumped down from above, grabbing his right hand, like an eagle fighting.

Ying Gu had not achieved martial arts at this time, so Zhou Botong taught a little bit of the superficial kung fu of the Quanzhen Sect, how could she be Fang Ming's opponent? Immediately didn't snort, and the acupuncture points were immediately restrained.

"Let's go!"

Fang Ming raised his hand, and his figure flew like a great peng, passing over the head of a martial monk.

"Stay!"

The window behind him exploded, and a monk chased him out, and with a finger, Yongrong was luxurious, and the wind was amazing, sweeping towards Fang Ming's various points.

Fang Ming flicked his sleeves, and the monk took a few steps back, his face full of surprise and uncertainty.

"One light, if you want to find Aunt Ying, rush to Huashan on August 15, otherwise you will ......"

"Master of One Light!"

The monk fell, revealing a dignified and graceful middle-aged monk's face, while the other four people in official uniforms rushed in nervously: "Is that thief offended?" Subordinates damn it! (To be continued.) )