In other words, the dozen or so children adopted by Xiaofang were not born with physical defects; It's caused by the backlash of the luck snatching technique since childhood!

Even, even Xiaofang, a mute, was not born.

It is clear that in the corrupt and corrupt atmosphere of the old beggar, there is a colorful thread that is entwined, and there is such a one, which is connected with Xiao Fang!

They are all pawns of the old beggar's life.

And in the church, as Xiaofang's practice writing was about to end, the old beggar could no longer hold back the excitement in his heart.

"I was originally a royal prince, and everything in this world should belong to my Aixin Jueluo!" His face was hideous, and he gritted his teeth: "I hate the one who has become holy, and he doesn't take me seriously!"

"It's just a matter of exercises, but you can't ask for it!"

"I worked hard, studied and cultivated, and retreated for ten years, but when I broke through, I became a defeated dog who ruined the country and the family!"

"I'm unwilling!"

"I'm the Emperor!"

"It's the royal family of Destiny!"

"I still hate it, since God didn't abandon me, why did he teach me for decades before he sent this method to me!"

But suddenly, the old beggar looked closed, snatched the paper that had fallen the last stroke, and his eyes nailed Xiao Fang like nails: "Feather Flying Ascension Sutra... It's a good exercise, but should the old man believe you? Is every word in this true? Isn't there any confusion?"

Xiaofang lost the pen and calmly agreed.

Facing Xiao Fang's eyes, the old beggar smiled: "I finally remember some nurturing grace."

With a breath of true anger in his palm, a stack of papers full of words was instantly shattered and turned into a fluttering confetti.

——The old beggar has long kept the Fa in mind. Xiaofang writes a word, and he remembers a word.

Indeed, I also suspected that Xiao Fang was doing tricks and feet in the exercises, reversing the order or confusing the words, and digging a pit for him. But as soon as he came to see Xiaofang's eyes clearly, after all, he was big with one hand, and he knew the truth of his son Mo Ruo's father; Second, he has also collected countless true qigong methods and studied them in retreat for ten years.

Regardless of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and Confucianism, he knows all the terms.

This exercise is smooth, and the connection between each sentence is very appropriate, and he can't see any confusion or reversal.

He's dying.

Even if the method of fortune continues, it will not last long. He can't wait to practice this Feather Flying Ascension Sutra, break through the shackles of the mundane, and achieve the obsession that has not wavered for decades!

Transcendental!

"Wait for me to cultivate the Fa, warlords, foreigners, hehe!" The old beggar flashed with anger: "All are going to die! I love the country of Xinjueluo, and I will never die!"

said, grinning: "So, Xiaofang, the old man raised you, it's time for you to repay the old man!"

He grabbed the ground, and the five fingers of his dry hand like chicken feet were wide open, and he pressed down on Xiao Fang's head; At the same time, the other hand filmed the thin homeless man who was stepping under his feet, and also held his head down.

Xiao Fang waited for the old beggar to fulfill his promise, unravel the trick of luck, and set those children free; Seeing that he suddenly made a move, he wanted to avoid it, but the true qi in his body suddenly became chaotic and was fixed on the spot!

The old beggar laughed and pressed his palm in front of Xiao Fang's forehead: "Your kung fu was taught by the old man, and your method was carefully compiled by the old man, and your true qi and your life have always been in the palm of the old man's hand!"

….

As he spoke, the true qi in his palm swirled like a whirlpool; Xiao Fang clearly felt that her true qi was like a flood, leaking out of her body and submerging into the palm of the old beggar!

The face turned pale in an instant, and there was despair in my heart.

The old beggar devoured her true qi, and looked down at the thin beggar who was also pressed by his own head and kneeling at his feet: "You two are the furnace that the old man has carefully prepared for eighteen years!"

"Where is it so easy to become a saint?"

"The old man's body is decayed, and even if he obtains the Fa, he will not want to break the shackles easily; That's why there are you; A man and a woman, a pure yin and a pure yang, eighteen years of true qi... Ben is just to keep a memory,

Now it's the old man's foresight!"

"Come, contribute your active and youthful true qi, and help the old man become extraordinary!"

Zhao Jingyang, who was outside the window, almost couldn't help but kill Xiao Fang directly as soon as the old beggar made a move on Xiao Fang; But then it was discovered that what the old beggar was plotting was Xiaofang's true anger.

Then he pressed it down.

This old beggar is a powerful person.

It's not a bullshit royal family; It's this guy, in order to be transcendent and holy, he has been preparing for decades; It is also to take luck and continue life, and it is also to cultivate the furnace ding, even if the method of cultivation is slim and unobtainable, he has never given up.

This one is ruthless, remarkable.

And this guy is really talented in cultivation; Not to mention the mystery of the true qigong method practiced by Xiao Fang and the thin homeless man, all of which came from the hands of the old beggar; Just said that this guy watched Xiao Fang's writing exercises, and after Xiao Fang finished writing, he finished memorizing it, and he turned around and began to practice.

The Feather Ascension Sutra is not a powerful method; Compared with the food methods used by Zhao Jingyang to deduce the Taishi Xuanyuan Sutra, the Feather Flying Ascension Sutra is not even worthy of lifting shoes.

But this exercise, after all, is an extraordinary and holy exercise.

This guy only memorized it once, and immediately began to practice; Look at the change in breath, it is clear that you have to get started!

Xiao Fang's face became paler, and her breath quickly faded like a low tide; From being comparable to practicing dirty, to training meat, forging bones, and practicing skin, I see that my true qi is about to be sucked dry!

The skinny homeless man was even more unbearable, and here he was already rolling his eyes and foaming at the mouth.

Quietly, Zhao Jingyang was already standing behind the old beggar—at this time, there was a faint light around the old beggar, 'Martial Saint, the realm is right in front of you.

The quotation marks are because the old beggar's so-called 'martial saint' is not perfect, and it is a crippled Xibei goods. He forcibly used external forces to break through.

There is no step of attracting the true intent of heaven and earth, and there is no smelting of heaven and earth spirit with the spirit of fist intent!

It's a pseudo-martial saint!

Of course, it's a true martial saint, so what? Compared with Zhao Jingyang, the difference is not half a star!

Seeing that Xiaofang's last wisp of true qi was sucked away by the old beggar, and the true qi cultivation was completely abolished, Zhao Jingyang took it calmly and pointed a finger at the back of the old beggar's heart; The old beggar's red face suddenly stiffened like a stone, and the exercises running in his body instantly stagnated, that is, he rolled up and devoured, stirring up his rotten viscera into a mess, and when he landed, in his mouth and nose, the old blood spurted wildly!

And at this moment, Zhao Jingyang was already holding Xiaofang and leaving Zhangyu.

Before Xiao Fang could react, she had already fallen softly in Zhao Jingyang's arms; was startled at first, that is, he smelled a familiar smell, and the whole person completely softened.

The warmth of vitality seeped into her body, like the rising sun; Zhao Jingyang held her with one hand and gave her vitality, but the other hand was stretched out, playing in the air in front of him, as if there was a piano in front of him, plucking the strings!

In the dark, it was as if a silk thread was snapped; The old beggar stared like a bell, his breath instantly collapsed, and a rotten life was lost on the spot.

And all of a sudden, the mute Xiaofang actually spoke: "Zhao... Jingyang!"

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