Snort!

Qiu Qianren's iron palm kung fu has reached its peak, and at this time, both palms are pushed out, and a pair of hands are all blue and black, which is already stronger than steel!

His iron palm magic skill uses iron sand to practice, and over time, the strength of his palm is only slightly inferior to Hong Qigong's eighteen dragon palms, and the changes in his tricks are still exquisite!

In particular, he didn't know what kung fu he had learned recently, his eyes were bright, and he actually looked like he had made great progress in martial arts!

At this time, with a cruel smile on his lips and all his strength, even the Steelers will be beaten into discus!

Compared with his blue-black palms with bulging muscles, the skin on Fang Ming's hands was fair and delicate, warm as jade, and delicate as ivory. The realm is the result of the recent use of Taoist methods to maintain health.

At this time, one claw grabbed it, and the castration was not very fast, and it seemed that the true power contained in it was also ordinary, but at the moment when the claw made contact with the iron palm!

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

Five fingernails ejected out, making a crisp popping sound, like steel leaf springs, strong bows and crossbows, and the power is endless!

The fingers are the ends of the arm, and they can penetrate the true power to this point, exerting such a huge power, it is already the limit of the human body, delicate and gentle to the extreme, and the difficulty is equivalent to making a dojo in a snail shell!

Claw power and claw power, in the end, it just relies on the power of ten fingers, in this regard, Fang Ming, who has the power of iron finger Zen and one-finger Zen, easily practiced the Nine Yin Divine Claw to the realm, at this time, one claw grasps sharply, and the finger power surges, and even the power of one yang finger of a lamp will be eclipsed.

Burst!

Qiu Qianren's palm was immediately scratched through five blood holes, blood poured out like a fountain, Fang Ming didn't stop at all, his footsteps went in, and another palm was imprinted on his chest.

Click! Qiu Qianren's chest bones were shattered and fell to the ground, and the divine light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"You secretly learned the Nine Yin True Scripture, and conspired to rebel against me, this pile, one by one, do you think I don't know?"

Fang Ming no longer paid attention to Qiu Qianren's corpse on the ground, and looked at Aunt Ying: "How is it?" This man is the murderer of your son, and now the poor road has solved it for you......"

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Yideng saw that he was in great sorrow, and said gloomily: "Since this person's benefactor has been subdued, it is not impossible to influence the Dharma......

"This person is stubborn, even if the master is willing to sacrifice his life to feed the tiger, it will take at least twenty years to reform, and there will be many repetitions during this period, I can't bear to drag the master down!"

Fang Ming smiled.

Aunt Ying looked at the corpse of Qiu Qianren on the ground, her face was stunned, and suddenly Zhou Botong ran to the front and asked loudly: "Aunt Ying, the child we gave birth to, is there one whirlpool on the top of the head, or two whirls?" ”

Aunt Ying was stunned for a moment and replied, "It's two spins." ”

Zhou Botong clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Okay, that's like me, it must be smart!" Fu sighed again, shook his head and said, "It's a pity that ...... died."

Aunt Ying couldn't bear it anymore and cried out loud, Zhou Botong patted her on the back and comforted her loudly: "Don't cry, don't cry!" He said to Yilan again: "Emperor Duan, I stole your wife, and you refused to save my son, everyone is straight, and there is no need to mention the past." ”

"Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

Yideng looked at this situation and chanted in a low voice, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart.

Zhou Botong comforted Aunt Ying for a while, and suddenly took out a cloth bag and threw it in front of Fang Ming: "Thank you...... It's useless to keep this book, you are not a member of our Quanzhen Sect, and my brother's will can't control you...... I just sent you, anyway, you are the best in the world in martial arts, it doesn't matter if you have the Nine Yin True Scripture or not, isn't the old naughty boy's hand wonderful? Haha......"

Wang Chongyang's last order is that people from the Quanzhen Sect are not allowed to learn the Nine Yin True Scripture, although Zhou Botong hid the first half of the volume, but he was also hindered by his last life and was not allowed to practice, at this time, he secretly hoped that Fang Ming could learn the wonderful martial arts in the Nine Yin True Scripture, and show him a few hands, so that his eyes were opened.

"Nine Yin True Scripture !!"

A sound like a broken gong exploded, and a tall white figure rushed forward, about to reach for the scriptures on the ground.

"It turns out that Brother Feng has arrived!" Yideng naturally recognized that this white-robed figure was the Western Poison Ouyang Feng!

"Mr. Ouyang, slow down, ......" Fang Ming smiled slightly, flicking his sleeves, like flowing water, but with the elegance of Wudang Liuyun Flying Sleeves, as well as the supreme power of Shaolin Breaking Gong and Robes Subduing Demon Skills, Ouyang Feng's generation of grandmasters didn't dare to take it hard, and took a few steps backwards.

"Feng Xian Daoist! We made an appointment before to exchange the two great divine skills of Tantra for the Nine Yin Sutra, but can we still do it? ”

Ouyang Feng stood still, staring at Fang Ming with his eyes, and asked coldly.

"Count naturally! Can Mr. Ouyang bring the dragon elephant prajna gong and yoga mysteries? ”

Fang Ming said with a smile.

"This is natural!" Ouyang Feng snorted coldly, stretched out his hand into his arms, and two thin volumes flew sideways to Fang Ming's hand.

"Good kung fu...... Ouyang Feng, have you practiced toad skills again? Don't be fooled by that kid, Ouyang Feng's martial arts are not very powerful, don't change with him! ”

Zhou Botong shouted loudly, never wanting the Nine Yin True Scripture to fall into the hands of Western Poison.

"These two are not inferior to the martial arts of the Nine Yin Divine Skills, take two for one, or take advantage of the poor Dao......"

Fang Ming opened the book, which was filled with dense Tibetan script, the paper was tattered and goose-yellow, and it was obviously an antiquity.

He knew all the words in the world, and immediately looked at it, and knew that these two martial arts were extremely profound at a glance, so he couldn't help but nod and put them in his arms.

"Boy, don't be fooled, if it's really a martial art of this grade as the Nine Yin True Scripture, how can Ouyang Feng be willing to give it to you......"

Zhou Botong shouted arrogantly, and suddenly turned around, dodging Ouyang Feng's snake staff.

I only heard Ouyang Feng say coldly: "If you say one more thing, I have to ask for your martial arts first, and see if there is a bit of Wang Chongyang's ......."

"If you don't say it, you don't say it...... Hmph...... "Zhou Botong took Aunt Ying to the side, still muttering: "Boy, you have suffered a big loss......

Ouyang Feng only heard his face like the bottom of a pot.

At this time, his martial arts are unique in the world, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King and other martial arts in Tantra have not yet been completed, and they are not his opponents, and they will succeed with a little trickery.

Seeing that Fang Ming valued these two martial arts so much, he naturally moved his mind and tried to learn them.

It's a pity that the dragon elephant Prajna and the Yoga Esoteric Teachings are the two great protectors of Tantra, which are subtle and profound, how can he learn them overnight?

Not to mention anything else, if this dragon elephant has a thousand skills, it can have the power of ten dragons and ten elephants when it is practiced to the tenth level, and the strength of both arms is a thousand catties, surpassing any master of internal strength.

It seems to be a miracle, but it's a pity that it's too difficult to practice, even if the qualifications are inferior at the beginning, you can practice the first level in one or two years, and you can practice the second level in two or three years, so it increases exponentially, and the more you go back, the more difficult it is to progress.

After reaching the fifth level, if you want to go deeper, you often need more than 30 years of hard work. Tantra is a sect, and there have been generations of monks and monks, but no one has ever practiced more than ten layers of this thirteen-layer "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong".

What's even worse is that even if he has practiced to the realm of the Golden Wheel Dharma King in the Condor, he is only on par with the Five Uniques, Ouyang Feng himself is a master of the Five Uniques, how can he spend decades practicing this chicken rib?

If the dragon elephant is like this, not to mention the yoga mystic, this is the method of both life and cultivation, and those who do not have great wisdom, great chance, and great perseverance will not even be able to enter the door!

Ouyang Feng had no magic skills and was useless, and after thinking about it for more than half a year, he finally sent it to Fang Ming to exchange for the Nine Yin True Scripture that he had been thinking about.

As for his hand, there must have been copies left behind, and Fang Ming didn't bother to care about it.

"Not bad! Not bad! ”

Fang Ming shook his hand and handed the Nine Yin Scroll to Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng was overjoyed to take it, and his brows furrowed again: "Why is it only half?" ”

"There is still half of it to be seen by Poor Dao before giving it to you, or if you are better than Poor Dao in martial arts, Poor Dao will naturally offer it with both hands immediately!"

Fang Ming said with a smile.

"Hmph...... In just a few days, you have built pavilions and pavilions here, and stocked up on delicious food and wine, so what about waiting for a few days? ”

Ouyang Feng's face changed a few times, but he still agreed, and it was quite an eye-opener to see Zhou Botong and Yilan in amazement.

"Where there is wine and food, how can I be called a flower?"

There was a loud laugh from the bottom of the mountain, and a middle-aged beggar flew up. This man has a rectangular face, a slight beard, rough hands and feet, the clothes on his body are full of patching nails, but they are cleanly washed, he holds a green bamboo cane in his hand, which is as clear as jade, and carries a large gourd with vermilion lacquer on his back, but his right hand has only four fingers, and one index finger is missing.

"But the nine-fingered beggar Hong Qi has arrived?"

Fang Ming said with a smile.

"Seventh brother!" Yideng and Zhou Botong went up to greet him, but Ouyang Feng snorted coldly: "You stinky flower, I'm afraid you can only eat leftovers......

"I was originally called a flower, and if I can get leftovers, my ancestors will bless me......"

Hong Qi's face was solemn, and he clasped his fists and saluted Fang Ming: "But is it a real person?" Your move to stir up the storm and make Huashan Argument 20 years earlier, I really admire and admire the old flower......"

"The poor road just has something to ask you for, and I have to be so ......"

Fang Ming smiled slightly, his gaze swept over everyone: "The Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, the Northern Beggar, and the Middle Naughty Boy have all arrived, and only the Eastern Evil ...... remains."

"Haha...... Called Hua to see Huang Laoxie just now, you see, aren't they here? ”

Hong Qigong pointed down the mountain.

Everyone looked over, only to see a pair of figures slowly climbing the stairs, it was a couple, the man was wearing a green shirt, hanging a green flute on his waist, his expression was very chic and elegant, the woman's eyebrows were picturesque, and her eyes were full of wit, the two worked hand in hand, complementing each other, like a pair of fairy couples, it was Huang Yaoshi and his wife Feng Yu!

"Seventh brother, Brother Feng, Brother Zhou...... And ......"

Huang Yaoshi's eyes were like lightning, first he turned around on Yi Deng, and then all his attention was focused on Fang Ming. (To be continued.) )