The five masters of Manichaeism are all first-class masters, and Deng Yuanjue is only weaker than Fang La. They originally thought that Huangfu was able to frustrate Deng Yuanjue by virtue of his flexible body and skillful swordsmanship, no matter how demonic he was, he was only outstanding among first-class masters.

But at this time, seeing Huangfu standing there with his hands in his hands, his breath was as consistent, and he had lost the slightest momentum of a strong man, he inevitably thought in his heart: "Could it be that he has already cultivated to the realm of returning to the basics?" A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy has returned to his martial arts, how is this possible, it is simply a fantasy! Who in the world has such achievements is not an ancestor who has lived for nearly a hundred years!

Fang La's faces were solemn. Nanli Heavenly King Shi Bao was even more protective in front of Fang La's body without a trace, pressing the meteor hammer in one hand and holding the long knife obliquely in the other, and the dove eyes stared at the emperor in disbelief. But under the lock of the long knife, he couldn't sense half of his flaws at all.

"No, this kid's potential is too terrifying, it is even greater than the threat of Ling Yan Pavilion, he must not be let go!" Wang Yin's eyes flashed with murderous aura, and he looked at Fang La.

Fang La saw his thoughts, but his brows furrowed, he shook his head, and suddenly relaxed again.

"I am willing to lose the bet, this game is Lao Deng lost, Huangfu Shaoxia has requirements, although he commands!" Although Fang La smiled boldly, he was nervous in his heart, for fear that Huangfu would die and make embarrassing requests.

His martial arts cultivation is the first person in the sect, and he has studied the notes of the masters of the past dynasties in the sect, and his vision is naturally smart, knowing that the young man in front of him not only has strong internal strength and high swordsmanship, but also has entered the realm of the master craftsman, which is not comparable to ordinary ordinary martial arts. Manichaeism had been dormant for many years, but his wings were not yet full, and he didn't want to resent such a master. What's more, he didn't know the origin of Huangfu's death, and he was even more afraid of provoking the division commander behind him.

Huang Fu Yan was waiting for this sentence, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Sect Master Fang is polite, Huang Fu Yan has the audacity to ask the Sect Master to deal with this plague according to my method!"

Fang La's heart was relieved, the strength of Huangfu had already taught him to believe in Liuli's medical skills, but the plague was very involved, he had to be cautious, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Madame Zun's medical skills may be extraordinary, but whether the plague can be lifted this time is probably not guaranteed, right?"

"This ......" Huangfu Yan's face turned cold, but his life was at stake, and he didn't dare to speak out.

"Young Xia don't have to misunderstand, Fang Mou has an idea here, that is, to give you a deadline, if this period of time passes, the two of you are still helpless, then we will deal with this plague according to our method, you see how it is!"

Huang Fu Yan knew that this was Fang La's biggest concession, and said with a wry smile: "This epidemic is menacing, and it really can't be delayed......"

After some discussion, Fang La finally gave a five-day deadline.

Huang Fu Yan had a lot of complaints about his way of dealing with infected patients, and thought of isolating the sick in later generations, so he said his thoughts.

When Fang La and the others heard this, their eyes lit up.

Wannian Town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there is a hidden valley not far from the town, which is the best place to isolate the sick and weak. Everyone discussed it, and soon, Fang La had people notify the local officials and the followers to arrange the matter.

Providence is granted, and his thoughts will create a hell on earth in the future - the Valley of the Cremators!

The matter in their hearts was temporarily resolved, everyone was relaxed, and Fang La said with a smile: "The Great Song Dynasty has produced a young master like Huangfu Shaoxia, which is really a blessing for martial arts." ”

"The sect leader is polite!" Huangfu arched his hand and said: "There are talented people in the rivers and lakes, each leading the way for hundreds of years! There are so many masters in the world, and the kid is relying on his body to be light, but fortunately he was not hit by Brother Deng's Zen staff!"

Wang Yin's eyes lit up, and he kept repeating his sentence "There are talented people in the rivers and lakes, and they have led the way for hundreds of years." Fang Ling couldn't help but be even more colorful, and looked at him secretly.

Deng Yuanjue has been sullen since the competition, and then listened, and the look that looked at him eased down, although he was comfortable to listen to, but he was bright and upright, and he didn't want to take advantage of others, and said with a wry smile: "Defeat is defeat, Huangfu Shaoxia doesn't have to put gold on the face of the Sprinkle family, if you don't even dare to accept failure, it's just a fool's ear." ”

Huangfu sighed secretly in his heart, this great monk is amazing!

In the battle just now, he did use his sword moves, and even flew on the grass to the extreme, if it weren't for himself stepping into the realm of true determination, the true qi communicated with heaven and earth, and it was endless, I am afraid that he would not win easily. He thought of the battle with Yun Zhonghe that night, and even Murong Fu back then, and understood that although he had many adventures, he really lacked actual combat experience, and his martial arts were still shallow and he did not have a thorough understanding of them, so he could not exert his true power.

Suddenly, he thought that there was a supreme master in front of him, so he said to Fang La: "I have heard that the magic skills of the Manichaean Town Sect are extremely powerful, I don't know if the sect master can teach and let the kid see it!"

Everyone's hearts were tight, this was a top secret in the religion, and I don't know how he knew. Wang Yin seemed to have an understanding, and set his eyes on the Tianji monk on the side, the essence flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Only then did Fang La think of the Jianghu Bao who was following Huang Fu Yan to inquire, and his heart was dark, and he was a little more wary of the Heavenly Machine.

Seeing that everyone had seen it, Tianji didn't know that he had been misunderstood, but his reputation was too stinky, even if he had the heart to defend it, I was afraid that no one would believe it. He glanced at the emperor's death with a dark face, and then fell silent.

At this time, Fang La had already practiced the Great Shift of Qiankun to the fourth peak, and breaking through the fifth layer was a kick in the door. He considered himself a rare martial arts genius in the sect for hundreds of years, and he was full of confidence, and said with a smile: "Haha...... Fang also really wants to see the young man's tricks!"

Huang Fu Yan nodded, with a look of anticipation, followed behind Fang La, and walked towards the martial arts arena.

Qiankun Great Shift originated from the Persian Zoroastrianism, the martial arts and the Central Plains martial arts are very different, the method of luck is complex and ingenious, it is extremely difficult to achieve, if the practitioner does not have a strong internal force to match it, a little carelessness will lead to madness, Fang La is less than forty to cultivate the fourth layer, is indeed a rare martial arts genius.

Although everyone is full of confidence in their own sect leader, they don't dare to underestimate the emperor's death after the previous battle.

Fang Ling followed Fang La closely and walked side by side with Huangfu Yan, one was a handsome and dashing and suave Jianghu Xia Shao, and the other was an amorous girl with slim and jade muscles, but Huangfu had a heart, and seeing that she was rude and willful, she really didn't have any charming ideas. Instead, he followed the Tianji monk behind the two, looking at the graceful figure of the girl in front of him, secretly swallowing saliva, and his eyes were shy.

Fang Ling's eyes were full of brilliance, and she had long lost her previous temperament. Huangfu Yan was so keen, he noticed the gaze around him, and he looked over. When he turned his head, a burst of sweet breath, sweet like honey, rushed into his nose, and he couldn't help but be slightly drunk.

Seeing Fang Ling's strange expression, she smiled and said, "But I disturbed the girl?"

Fang Ling's face turned red, and she rarely lowered her head, and after thinking for a long time, she said, "No...... I'm looking at a little bird that flew by just now......" She looked shy, like a mosquito and fly, and she didn't dare to say her girlish feelings.

When Huangfu saw her blushing face, he remembered that Liuli was like this back then, and said with emotion in his heart: "Even if I live up to Li'er, I will not live up to half of Li'er." He was so delirious, Fang Ling couldn't help but be slightly curious, raised her eyes and secretly looked at him, her eyes were as pure as the moon.