Fang Zhongjin came back from the Foreign Affairs Institute and returned to the disciple's room in the lower courtyard alone.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw three pairs of strange eyes staring at him.

After a while, looking at the most slender and white rabbit master, his eyes turned red, and he said to Fang Zhongjin: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Fang Zhongjin was also stunned when he heard this question. Then he threw the burden on the bed and said, "Naturally, it's human." ”

It was only at this time that Master Rabbit, Ge Rongxuan, and a Gai Xing woke up as if they had just woken up from a dream, and they were sure that "Tuo Nansheng" had really returned.

The rabbit is still red-eyed, and he doesn't know what to say for a while.

Ge Rongxuan usually doesn't say anything, but he also smiled and said, "It's great to be back!"

Instead, a Gai Xing walked up exaggeratedly, and wanted to pat "Tuo Nansheng" on the shoulder. As soon as his hand was raised, he put it down embarrassedly, and said, "Senior Brother Tuo is really powerful, even if you go to the old man Fu Demon and take a turn, you can come back safely." If you want me to say, Senior Brother Tuo, I'm afraid you are much more powerful than Senior Brother Yan Junhao. ”

He thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's even better than the master!" and smacked his lips exaggeratedly.

Fang Zhongjin just smiled and ignored it.

Although he wanted to rest a little and wash away the dust, the sky did not obey people's wishes.

In a moment, the door was pushed open again. Everyone looked up and saw that it was a Huashan disciple with a raw face.

This disciple was wearing a dark green disciple's uniform. The clothes are much more elaborate than those of their lower court disciples. His face was also quite self-contained, his eyes turned around the room, and he asked, "Which one is 'Tuo Nan Sheng'?"

As soon as Gai Xing saw him come in, he pulled the sleeve of the rabbit master and whispered to him: "The personal disciple of the master!"

Master Rabbit's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and he passed the words to Ge Rongxuan. The two of them have been in the lower courtyard for a long time, for example, Zhongjin has been contaminated with the habits of more Huashan disciples.

When I saw the disciple of the head of the sect suddenly come to their house, I felt both nervous and excited.

Fang Zhongjin knew that there must be such an incident, so he recognized his identity and followed this personal disciple to the outside.

The personal disciple led him all the way to the top of the hill from the remote lower courtyard disciple's room.

The news that "Tuo Nansheng" went to the old man of Tianshan Mountain and retreated with his whole body has gradually spread among some Huashan disciples.

Now that he suddenly saw him walking with the disciples of the head of the sect, many people pointed at him and whispered. Some people who had never seen him even widened their eyes and stared at him. It seems that he wants to see a flower on Fang Zhongjin.

The disciple did not take him to the main hall this time, but brought him into the small courtyard where the head of the sect usually lived.

When he reached the outside of the courtyard, the disciple stopped moving forward, but let Fang Zhongjin go in alone.

Fang Zhongjin didn't get angry, stretched out his legs and walked towards the courtyard wall.

Only the personal disciple was left, constantly looking at his back with his eyes. This personal disciple has never seen a junior in Huashan, and he can still be so calm and calm when he enters the courtyard of the master.

Fang Zhongjin went to the courtyard and found that Qiu Songhe, the head of the Huashan faction, lived in an unusually simple place.

There was only one room in the courtyard, Fang Zhongjin knocked on the door of the house and said, "The disciple of the lower courtyard 'Tuo Nan Sheng' has come to return to his life. ”

As soon as he finished saying this, the wooden door in front of him suddenly opened without wind and automatically.

Fang Zhongjin didn't dare to be careless until this time. There is no reason for the wooden door to be windless and automatic, and it is obviously sucked open by internal force.

It can be seen that Qiu Songhe, the head of Huashan, may be like the old man who subdues the demons, and has reached the realm of internal force and external release.

However, the difficulty of internal force spitting outward and adducting inward may not be much different, but the skill of exerting force is worlds apart.

Although today's Fang Zhongjin has superior strength, his body is like King Kong. The internal force is also strong and domineering.

It can be said that it is difficult to defeat among ordinary people. But after all, he still did not get rid of the shackles of the word "ordinary people", and he could not reach the realm of internal force release.

But it seems that Qiu Songhe, the head of Huashan, has already achieved internal force release.

And he can not only release internal force, but also use internal force to attract things in the air. This is another level of skill.

Fang Zhongjin was vigilant and stepped into the house.

The room was pitch black, and there was no light. But as soon as Fang Zhongjin stepped into the threshold, the wooden door behind him closed with a "bang".

At this moment, there was no light source in the room, and it became a trend of reaching out and not seeing five fingers.

Fang Zhongjin didn't know what Qiu Songhe, as the head of a faction, was going to mess with. He pricked up his ears and listened carefully to what was going on around him.

Suddenly, I heard the wind whistling on the left, and it seemed that a palm was rapidly slapping towards me.

Fang Zhongjin knew that Qiu Songhe, the head of Huashan, had extraordinary martial arts, and he didn't dare to be careless at all. He didn't dare to hide his strength anymore, so he hurriedly stepped out, turned around and avoided the frontal attack of the palm wind.

Rao is like this, the palm wind blows over Fang Zhongjin's cheeks, and he can still feel the hot pain.

Qiu Songhe didn't let Fang Zhongjin breathe, and attacked Fang Zhongjin with a palm of his hand.

The room was pitch black, and even when you opened your eyes, you couldn't see anything. Fang Zhongjin simply closed his eyes and was quiet, relying only on his ears to distinguish Qiu Songhe's palm wind fist.

He narrowly avoided a few moves, and then he had already drawn the move of Qiu Songhe's attack in his mind. Sure enough, it's the set of yoga tricks on the stone wall of the wormhole.

In this way, Qiu Songhe, the head of Huashan, took advantage of the familiarity with the situation in the house in the dark. But Fang Zhongjin also knew the yoga monsters well, and he didn't fall behind for a while.

Both of them were silent, storming in the darkness. You must know that if anyone makes a sound, it is as if they are raising fire in the dark, and the enemy will instantly gain insight into the position.

Rao is like this, the house in the house is still the sound of the two people's fans, and there is no moment of calm in a room.

Fang Zhongjin and Qiu Songhe fought until this time, and suddenly there was a doubt in their hearts that was getting bigger and bigger.

If Qiu Songhe could really release his internal strength, he would probably have confessed his own life a long time ago. How can Fang Zhongjin survive until now?

Could it be that Qiu Songhe didn't want to kill him, so he didn't use a killing move?

At this moment, a man's voice suddenly said: "Since you are a member of the 'Inhuman Pavilion', you have practiced Wudang's twenty-four phase gossip palms so skillfully. Maybe the four sons of 'Bu, Medicine, Dan, and Painting' are not comparable to you. Are you from Wudang?"

Fang Zhongjin's martial arts are a set of falling thunder swordsmanship and a set of twenty-four phase gossip palms are the most profound. Coincidentally, these two sets of martial arts are from Wudang.

If he wanted to fight Qiu Songhe, he would naturally use the most skilled and superior kung fu. But it is also difficult to ensure that the opponent will not see through his martial arts path.

Fang Zhongjin didn't know what Qiu Songhe's plans were at this time, and he didn't answer when he heard this.

I only heard Qiu Songhe in the dark say again: "No." If Wudang had this leisure and sent disciples to lurk, he would not have fallen to the point where he is today. Who the hell are you?"