"True biography?"

Xie everyone was about to ask again, but a loud crane cry suddenly sounded, and a white cloud floated from the sky.

"Iron-beaked flying crane?!"

Gan Lao Dao shook his head to the ground: "I've seen Uncle Liuyun!" ”

Whew!

The wind howled wildly, blowing the sailors on the deck to the side, and a behemoth-like crane rested on the deck, arranging its pure white feathers with its pointed beak from time to time.

On the back of the flying crane, there is even a feather-clad Xuanguan, like a young man, but with the vicissitudes of life in his eyes.

"Well, I am ordered by the sect master, you Kangzhou will let it go in advance, and hand it over to the Wu Yongzi later, and we will rush to the imperial capital immediately!"

The Liuyun Dao people didn't even glance at the people around them, and said directly.

Although this person still looks like a young man with hanging hair, Gan Lao Dao, who has a gray beard, has a very respectful demeanor, which is more formal than seeing his ancestors.

From the moment he appeared, everything around him seemed to be under his control, and Qiao'er didn't dare to say a word more.

"Obey the law!"

As soon as Gan Laodao's sleeves moved, he somehow stood on Feihe's back.

The iron-beaked flying crane let out a long roar, soared into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a black dot in the sky and disappeared.

"What a horrible man...... Miss, I don't even dare to raise my head in front of him! ”

Qiao'er patted her chest on a large scale, and she still had palpitations.

"Iron-beaked flying crane? Liuyun Dao people! Celestial ......"

From the cabin, there was a sigh from the young lady: "I'm afraid that Yujing is about to undergo a big change, the dragon pillar is broken, and the world will be difficult from now on......"

"So where do we go next?"

For Qiao'er, the world has little to do with herself, because her whole world is on this ship, beside Miss.

"Go to Connecticut! There may be surprises there! ”

……

The corner of the chaos in the world has begun to gradually open, and the waves set off may help Fang Ming delay a big disaster.

Although Fang Ming didn't know anything about all this, he was faintly aware of it from the clues.

"Even if the Qingyun Sect sends a master to investigate, it will definitely find the head of the Divine Sword Sect as soon as possible, but now there is no news from my people......

Fang Ming sat upright on the Taishi chair, his face contemplative: "That is to say...... Are you stumped by something, or are you going to solve it together at the martial arts conference? ”

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get up again and look at the young man who was sweating like rain in the school field, practicing boxing and palming, and occasionally wielding his blade.

"I've seen the Commander!"

More than 1,000 teenagers shouted in unison, but the sound shook the sky.

"Not bad......" Fang Ming looked at the Black Jiaojun that was gradually taking shape, and his face was also full of surprise.

This Black Jiao Army will be the strongest force under him in the future.

With his current cultivation, when he encounters an ordinary army, even if he is strong and well-equipped, as long as it is less than a thousand people, he can still kill seven in and seven out, and even take the head of the general with a wave of his hand, and wait for one enemy and a thousand others!

But if these thousand people were replaced by these young men in front of him who had cultivated one or two layers of internal strength, combined with the technique of killing with battle formations, it would not be so easy for Fang Ming to break through.

If there were just a few masters of the same level in these thousands of armies holding their hands and feet, then even if Fang Ming was now, he would be surrounded and exhausted, and finally hate!

The martial arts have not reached the supreme realm, and there is no transcendent sanctification, and there are still some scruples about secular power and crowd tactics after all.

"By the time the martial arts conference comes, this batch of Black Jiao Army is almost formed, and you can take it out and see it...... It's just that before that, I still have to find some actual combat and see blood......"

The bloodless army is a joke!

If you directly pull these more than 1,000 people who have not gone through the run-in experience to the battlefield, it will definitely be a disaster!

"It's just...... It's not so easy to find two disobedient small sects to destroy......"

Fang Ming looked around the entire Connecticut, but he didn't find any suitable targets.

After all, no matter how much the Dajiang League shrinks, it always firmly occupies the third place in Connecticut, and it was also famous and famous back then, and there were not many people who dared to come to pick up the tiger's whiskers.

Like the Black Tiger Hall Jiangliufeng, it is also wonderful, and it has become a target, after being slaughtered by Fang Ming, the entire command is a lot more honest, this time it is even more to ask people to give people, ask for money to give money, and give secret techniques if they want secret techniques, looking honest.

In addition to these, the rest of the forces in Connecticut are either sheltered by Qingyun's rudder, or they are already under the jurisdiction of the Governor's Palace, and Fang Ming is not easy to start for a while.

"Are you going to another state?"

A trace of hesitation flashed on Fang Ming's face: "There are no such good conditions outside, under the dual network of the Great River Alliance and the Divine Sword Sect, the entire Connecticut has no secrets from me, even if the Grandmaster comes, he can get the news as soon as possible......"

"It seems that after this batch of seeds is trained, it is time to find a deputy commander!"

Fang Ming will never forget where his foundation is! Its own force is the most trustworthy thing in troubled times!

Moreover, he has self-confidence, and through the efforts of this time, he has left his mark on these teenagers.

Even if someone else comes, there is only the success of the success, the foundation is done by himself at the beginning, laying traces, and after the development and growth, it will naturally be handed over to others to take care of, Fang Ming can grasp the general direction at most.

……

On the school grounds.

Formerly known as Wang San, Wang Dong, the son of a farmer who has now changed his name, occupies a vacant land alone and is practicing palm techniques one by one.

"See the dragon in the field!"

"The dragon is in the sky!"

"The dragon wags its tail!"

"Kanglong has regrets!"

……

The main world is full of vitality in heaven and earth, and at this time, Wang Dongshi is also quite disciplined, and the strength of the dragon is like a dragon's roar, and the eighteen palms of the dragon descending with strong palm power seem to be quite suitable for his temperament, and they have exerted a lot of power in his hands.

"Whirring ......"

After a set of palm techniques was completed, Wang Dong also had a layer of fine sweat on his forehead: "The commander said that this set of palm techniques is the first to use internal force, the more profound the internal strength, the greater the power, I am only now at the fifth layer of the Black Jiao Heart Method, and at most one or two percent of the heat ......"

But I don't know how much envy and jealousy he gained in the eyes of other teenagers.

"Good hand! I didn't expect the commander to be known as a sword master, and his fist and foot kung fu is so exquisite! ”

Not far away, Yan Benchu was surrounded by several teenagers, and one of them was a white fat man who said enviously.

"It's not just a family heirloom......"

A young man in a strong suit next to him had an indignant face, the long sword in his hand was light and agile, and the turn was quite exquisite.

He is the young master of a small gang under the Dajiang League before, and the family heirloom 'Qingliu Nine Styles' is graceful and incomprehensible, and he can cultivate to the innate realm at the highest, even if he is also famous in Kangzhou, but compared with Wang Dong's eighteen palms of dragon descending, it seems to be nothing.

"According to the grapevine, the commander still intended to accept this stupid boy as a registered disciple......"

The other young man with a shrewd face and squinted small eyes, as if he was a small shopkeeper, suddenly said gloomy.

"What are you kidding...... ...... him"

The white fat man paused suddenly.

After all, although they can all be regarded as the subordinates of the commander, there are very few young people who have received his inheritance.

"It's groundless, it may not be without a cause!" The little shopkeeper sneered, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at another handsome young man who seemed to be much more mature: "Senior Brother Yan, what do you think?" ”

"Senior Brother Wang Dong can break through five levels in a row within a month, get through the twelve canons, and become a small success the day after tomorrow, I am not as good as him in this qualification...... Even if a few elders are blue-eyed, it is quite possible to ......"

Yan Benchu's words were impartial, he had a higher status, and he had an innate level master leaning behind him, he was the real leader of this group of second-generation disciples, and he got more news.

But just knowing more, his heart became more and more unwilling, far less calm than it seemed.

"With the strength of Wang Dong's junior brother, the next time the small competition, a team will come with a forehand, and after a year, I'm afraid I will have to bow down......"

Yan Benchu sighed faintly.

It's just that in his heart, there is a faint flame rising.

Why can't I worship under the Lordship? A country mud leg, but lucky to be taught?

He hates! Hate the injustice of the sky, hate the injustice of the earth, it is difficult to wash away the water of the nine rivers!

It's a pity that the gap between him and Fang Ming is too big, so big that he can't even think about it, but now, a better diversion target has appeared!

"Brother Yan, don't be frustrated, wait for me to try him!"

Yan Benchu's voice was a little louder before, and he was immediately listened to by the people next to him.

"Brother Tong!? No......"

Yan Ben first saw someone with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, two heads taller than ordinary people, although his face was still immature, but his figure was more burly and strong than many strong men, and he recognized it as Tong Xiong, who was the same school captain as him, and it was also somewhat related to Elder Tong Yuechang, so the two were very close.

He was anxious on the surface, and seemed to be very worried: "With our identity, victory is not martial, and defeat is even more ugly......"

"Haha...... What is the common thing of martial arts competition? ”

Tong Xiong strode in front of Wang Dong: "A certain family saw that you had a good palm just now, come!" Slap me in the face! ”

"Lord Captain, my subordinates don't dare!"

Wang Dong looked at the child bear that was pressed down like a mountain, and there was a spirit on his body, and he waved his hand again and again.

"Hey! If you don't do anything with me, do you look down on a certain family? ”

The child bear mustache was furious, and as soon as he tore off his shirt, he revealed his black bushes of chest hair, and the whole person looked like a big black bear.

"That subordinate is rude!"

Wang Dong came out of the mountains in the end, and he had a little more wildness and brute strength than the children of the craftsmen in the city workshop, so he directly circled his right hand, and slapped at the child bear with a move of Kanglong with regret.

Whew!

He didn't know that his martial arts had improved this month, and the palm he had learned was a first-class external martial arts, and the strength of this palm was fierce, and the strong wind alone made the face of the child bear on the opposite side change: "Damn!" I didn't expect this little rabbit cub to have such a strong palm, but this time it was too big! (To be continued.) )