Zhang Fang's brows furrowed slightly, and then he stretched and figured out something.

As the saying goes, there must be gains, and blessings and misfortunes depend on each other.

Now, the second layer nourished by the Disillusionment Knife is even more powerful, both in terms of the number of phantoms, the speed of the knife technique, and the unpredictability of the knife track.

"It's called the Phantom Blade, it's an apt name. Zhang Fang remembered that the fourth layer of the original Disillusionment Knife was called the Phantom Traceless Knife.

Once he almost died under this knife, and he was deeply touched by this.

"The Burning God is domineering, in line with the domineering of the sword technique, the dignified and upright crushing style, and the strong knife momentum also has the effect of deterring the enemy.

The Phantom Blade fits the treachery of the knife track, making it difficult to defend against it, and it is much stronger than the original Disillusionment Knife.

The smelted Flame Knife and the Disillusionment Knife have their own merits, and they both belong to the same level of terrifying sword skills with different tendencies. ”

Zhang Fang's eyes flickered, and he took a deep breath and said: "The Burning God is the hegemonic word formula, and the Phantom Traceless Knife is the phantom word formula!"

"As for this last layer!" Zhang Fang groaned, he didn't know how to describe this last knife.

"If the first two layers are the essence smelted by their respective martial arts, then this third layer is the ultimate sword smelted by their essence, which is the true essence of the Burning God Phantom Extreme Knife, and I can't predict the power. ”

Zhang Fang faintly felt that this last knife may not be as simple as the Returning Yuan Realm, and it is currently a theoretical sword technique, and no one has ever practiced it.

This is the sword technique he pioneered, and it can only be the first one he refined, and there is no reference object, and the power is not very clear.

Now Zhang Fang's first layer of Burning God alone is enough to be called a sword master, and it is enough to create a new genre on his own.

His gaze fell on "Myth" again, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

"The integration of martial arts is really not as simple as I imagined, and the collision and then integration of different martial arts concepts have been summarized by countless predecessors, and it has taken a lot of effort and time.

And I crossed all this in an instant through 'mythology', and the collision and evolution involved in it are unimaginably complex, and it cannot be described in a few words!"

At this time, the value of evolution points has plummeted from 1523 to 223, a decrease of 1300 points, and it could have almost improved Gu Yang True Skill again, but now it is far behind.

Zhang Xinxin faintly guessed that although the Smelting Flame Knife and the Disillusionment Knife would also waste evolution points, they would never be too much, and the most consumed layer should be the last layer.

This is like glutinous rice and gravel, no matter how glutinous rice changes its form, it can never change the essence of glutinous rice, and the same is true for sand and gravel.

If the glutinous rice juice is fused with sand and gravel, the bricks produced will be as strong as steel, but it is a qualitative change, and the consumption will naturally be greater.

Zhang Fang didn't suffer from gains and losses, even if he wasted a lot of evolution points and was a little painful, but this was a good thing, not a bad thing.

Glancing at the Burning God Phantom Blade, he found that the promotion button on the back was gray, which meant that it could not be promoted.

The newborn Burning God Phantom Pole Sword was much higher than the original martial arts level, and the required evolution points naturally increased.

The night is getting deeper, and the crescent moon is like a hook!

Zhang Fang let go of all thoughts and sat quietly to recuperate.

Early the next morning!

Zhang Fang woke up from meditation, and after a night of recuperation, his true qi recovered a little, and his lost mind was also recuperated, and he seemed full of energy.

He stood up and stretched his limbs, his bones creaking incessantly, and there seemed to be an unimaginable terrifying power hidden in them.

Zhang Fang's perception was extremely keen, and he could perceive the sound of an iron needle falling to the ground within ten meters, not to mention the sound of talking in the courtyard.

"Quickly inform the hall master, the gang leader has sent a messenger!"

Han Ping's voice came from outside, and Zhang Fang walked out with a smile after hearing it.

"Hall Master, the messenger of the helper is here!" Han Ping saw Zhang Fang walk out, and walked straight over regardless of the two guards beside him.

Zhang Fang's residence is not large, surrounded by a red wall is a semicircular small courtyard, which is a place for Zhang Fang to practice martial arts every day.

"When did you come, how long has it been!" Zhang Fang asked, but in his heart he was guessing the reason for the helper's message.

Yesterday, he abolished the martial arts of the grandson of Qianyuesheng, and shattered his dantian qi sea, is it not for this, Zhang Fang thought secretly.

He wouldn't believe that Shallow Yuesheng would be indifferent, after all, he would let go of such a big hatred if he abolished Shallow Self-righteousness?

He didn't believe that Shallow Yuesheng would be so enduring, even if it wasn't Shallow Zizheng who was abolished, but someone else, Shallow Yuesheng would jump out and let the helper come forward to suppress and make it difficult.

He was already at odds with Shallow Yuesheng!

"I just came here and I'm waiting in the hall!" Han Ping said unhurriedly.

Zhang Fang nodded, his expression was calm, and he walked towards the hall, he had expected the summons of the helper.

"What's going on with Xiang Weishou!" Zhang Fang said as he walked, his tone quite serious.

Yesterday, he deliberately sent Xiang Yang out, so he also took away a lot of good players in the hall!

Xiang Weishou sent someone to reply and said: Everything is normal, nothing has happened, and he has prepared the things arranged by the hall master, so you can relax. ”

In the hall, a big man with a sturdy body and thick eyebrows and big eyes was waiting.

This person Zhang Fang knows, his name is Cai Zhi, and he is a person from Xiong Tiannan's side.

When Zhang Fang first came to Linjiang Pavilion, he had a brief conversation with him.

Zhang Fang walked in with a smile, and gently pressed down with his hands: "Brother Cai, please sit down!"

"How dare you, how dare you, Hall Master Zhang, I came here today for official business. After Zhang Fang sat in the first seat, Cai Wei sat down.

Zhang Fang took a sip of the tea sent by the maidservant, cleared his stomach and said, "Brother Cai came in a hurry when the sky was still bright, what happened to him?"

Cai Zhi looked very calm and put down the cyan teacup he was holding in his hand.

"This seems to be related to the shallow deputy gang leader, I saw him when I came down, it seems that he is not in a good mood, and I don't know the reason for this. ”

"I see, it seems that it is related to the shallow deputy gang leader, could it be that Zhang did something wrong and provoked him!"

Zhang Fang smiled, his feud with Qian Yuesheng was well known.

Cai Zhi also smiled, but he only sent a message, which is the most important thing for him.

Cai Zhi got up and bowed to Zhang Fang: "Hall Master Zhang, the order of the helper cannot be violated, and please rush to Qingfengling with me to meet with the helper!"

"Qingfeng Ridge?" Zhang Fang muttered, he had been in Linshan County for some time, and he had never heard of this place.

However, he has only been here for a short time, and it is reasonable that he does not know.

"Well, I'll go with you. ”

Zhang Fang got up and walked out of the Flying Shadow Hall with Cai Wei, with only two attendants with knives by his side.

"Brother Cai, lead the way in front of you!" Zhang Fang jumped on the horse, and the stubborn black horse under his crotch dangled restlessly.

"Naturally!" Cai nodded and smiled, whipped on the horse's stock, and flew into the distance like an arrow.

Zhang Fang's legs clamped suddenly, clamped on the horse's belly, and galloped away like a black whirlwind.

With a few neighings, the four of them all disappeared at the door of the Flying Shadow Hall, leaving only the chatter of the gang disciples on Silla Street.