Chapter 40: What Can I Do?

The earth was churning on the ground, and vines were like swimming fish flying out of the water and plunging into the water, quickly forming a fence around Fang Wenyuan, and pieces of weird purple flowers grew in an instant. The flying demon bee revealed its slender tail needle, wanting to assassinate Fang Wenyuan.

It's just that the little flowers suddenly bloomed, and there were fangs, and the flying demon bees swallowed them back, and then there was no sound. The old man suddenly showed a painful look, because those demon bees were all cultivated by him with great effort, and the strange poisonous flower released by Fang Wenyuan directly devoured his demon bees, how could he not feel distressed.

With a wave of his hand, the honeycomb spun, and the wind around it poured in, making a whine, and the demon bees seemed to have received a call and flew back into the honeycomb. Fang Wenyuan watched the demon bee return to its nest, and suddenly, the figure of the old man suddenly appeared in front of Fang Wenyuan, pushing it with one palm, the aura was overflowing, and the strong wind was howling, guarding Fang Wenyuan's poison ivy, which was instantly shattered by the power of his palm.

Fang Wenyuan raised his head and slapped his palm. With a bang, the surrounding mud was churning, the sky was full of smoke and dust, Fang Wenyuan flipped in the air, fell to the ground and staggered, sliding for more than ten zhang before he could stop, his tongue was sweet, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. The old man also took three steps back before he stood still.

"But that's it!" Fang Wenyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice, "He also took three steps back, and I didn't use all my strength. Obviously, it wasn't because of my strength that he retreated, then, maybe it was because he revealed his cultivation of foundation building and was suppressed by the Inheritance Secret Realm!

"Is that all, it seems that your four nephews can only die in vain!" Fang Wenyuan slowly stood up and said contemptuously!

The old man suddenly smiled, his eyes were cold, and he said, "Huangkou Xiao'er, the old man will send you to Huangquan!"

Fang Wenyuan said in his heart: "It's here!"

I saw the old man, suddenly sitting in the void, with one hand in front of him, a guqin was revealed. Stretching out his hands, Fang Wenyuan realized that the skin of the old man's hands did not match the color of his face, not waxy yellow, but as white and healthy as a young man. The five fingers are slender and brushed against the strings.

After Fang Wen saw his movements, he said secretly: "This old boy, his mind is active, and he actually doesn't use brute force anymore!"

When he landed, a rapid sound of the piano sounded, and the smoke and dust on the ground turned into an evil dragon, and he walked over step by step, his eyes were cloudy, his fangs were exposed, and a terrifying aura came from him.

Fang Wenyuan's face was solemn, his legs were scattered in a breeze, and the next moment, Fang Wenyuan disappeared. After a bang~ sound, the head of the evil Jiao slammed heavily on the ground, Fang Wenyuan looked at his right fist and said with satisfaction: "After the fusion of the wood spirit veins, the physical body is really a lot stronger!"

When the old man saw that the evil Jiao was deflated, his hands suddenly danced faster, and the sound of the piano became more and more rapid. The scales on the evil Jiao's body suddenly stood up, and the two horns on his forehead immediately grew more than three feet, and there was a trace of agility in his eyes. The nails of the forepaws extend forward and are shiny.

As soon as he grabbed and poked out, Fang Wenyuan dodged back, put his palms on the ground, and shouted: "Sheng!", the green light filled the sky, and three vines as thick as a cow's waist rose from the ground in an instant, surrounding the evil Jiao one by one.

"Roar~" The evil Jiao let out an earth-shattering roar, its claws danced, and suddenly sawdust filled the sky.

Fang Wenyuan's left foot moved half a step forward, the breeze slid across his robe, and with a whoosh, the whole person disappeared. The old man's figure turned, and he pushed forward with both hands on the piano, and the trapped evil Jiao suddenly turned into smoke and dust and dissipated.

The huge palm that had been formed by the hustle and bustle condensed in front of him, Fang Wenyuan appeared suddenly, as if he was forced to punch away in desperation, the void was flooded with ripples, Fang Wenyuan retreated, Fang fell to the ground, and disappeared again, making the huge palm grab a void.

A black mud pill flew out of nowhere, and shot at the old man's side at a strange angle. The old man's face sank, and his sitting figure floated back like a feather. One hand formed a sword finger and slashed with a wave of his hand, cutting the mud pill open.

After the mud pill was cut open, green seeds were scattered inside, and Fang Wenyuan's voice came again: "Sheng"

The green light flashed, and the green seeds grew directly in the air, like poisonous snakes, heading straight for the old man. The old man played the piano with one hand, the sound of the piano was shrill, and the white light appeared, and a white sharp blade appeared, spinning rapidly in the air, crushing all the vines.

"This kid is not simple! Obviously, he can't feel any spiritual power on his body, but he has such strength! And he is scheming!" The old man's eyes flickered, and he thought to himself in his heart.

Just now, when Fang Wenyuan punched the top of the evil Jiao's head, with his divine sense, he should have sensed and been able to control the evil Jiao to dodge. The reason why he didn't dodge was entirely because Fang Wenyuan didn't have spiritual power on his body, so that later, when the giant palm attacked Fang Wenyuan, he would catch it.

Fang Wenyuan is getting braver and braver, and after his physical body has grown, he has not yet adapted. The appearance of the old man at this moment is giving him a chance to sharpen his skills and allow him to adapt quickly. After his body became stronger, coupled with the effect of the Flowing Wind Boots, his body became sharper and sharper, and once he ran quickly, he could hardly be seen by the naked eye. That's why he was able to escape under a swarm of demon bees without being noticed.

At the beginning, he copied the color body method from Yao Wu, and he had mastered it more and more proficiently, and it was of great benefit to the battle. Trembling with the old man for a long time, he has not used the Thunder Technique, and he owes it to it. The Thunder Technique is Fang Wenyuan's last hole card, and he won't use it easily, because the old man hasn't used all his strength yet, so he has to have some reservations!

Suddenly, Fang Wenyuan stood still, no longer running around, raised his left hand, and quickly spun around from injury. The surrounding trees immediately cut off a large area, and in an instant, the giant hand that had been conjured in front of the old man also fell apart.

The old man's pupils shrank, and he was forced to fly upwards under the forbidden sky.

Fang Wenyuan said secretly: "It's a pity! I don't know that the half-sound silver line has failed when it comes time to close the net! It seems that the speed is not fast enough!"

With a force under his feet, Fang Wenyuan's figure was blurred, and the next moment it appeared behind the old man, and with a punch, the old man's body turned into dust and dissipated, knowing that he was deceived, Fang Wenyuan flew backwards.

Sure enough, a thorn of earth sprang up from the ground and shot at the place where he had stood. If he hadn't dodged quickly, I'm afraid he would have been seriously injured if he didn't die. At this time, the strong wind behind him attacked, Fang Wenyuan forcibly twisted his body in the air, and hurriedly pushed it with a palm.

With a bang, a big pit about four or five feet appeared on the ground, and Fang Wenyuan stood up from it with a disgraced face. The old man saw him stand up, his eyes were even more murderous, and he said secretly: "Revealing the cultivation of the foundation, the palm of almost all his strength actually didn't kill him!

He is also uncomfortable at this moment, because once the cultivation of foundation building is revealed here, it will definitely be suppressed by the secret realm, and after it is forcibly operated, the meridians will be damaged to a certain extent. If not, if he didn't reveal that he couldn't help Fang Wenyuan in building a foundation, he wouldn't be so reckless.

The old man's face is like frost, and he no longer hides his cultivation. Bursts of coercion dispersed, and this coercion was different from the coercion of the Tongtian Bridge, which was generally evenly dispersed, but purposefully gathered on Fang Wenyuan's body. It's just that the result didn't make him very satisfied, because Fang Wenyuan was not affected in the slightest.

After refining the tenth layer of qi, Fang Wenyuan's body had no spiritual power scattered outside of his body, and all of them were gathered in his body. If it is said that the pressure is like water, then he is a needle that is erected and can easily penetrate it. The mystery of this, Fang Wenyuan was difficult to understand for a while, but he only knew that it was very beneficial to him at this time.

After a long battle, the transformation and strengthening of his body by the Wood Spirit Vein has been completed. Don't be tied down. With the breeze under his feet, Fang Wenyuan disappeared in place with a thud. The next moment, the old man felt a strong wind blowing in his face, and a fist filled his eye sockets.

The old man retreated with one foot, turned in place, and came first, punching Fang Wenyuan's lower abdomen. Fang Wenyuan snorted, did not retreat, but advanced, grabbed the old man's wrist, and the whole person suddenly turned, the old man was lifted by him, smashed to the ground, and the earth shook and smashed out a pit.

After the old man was fallen, he disappeared in an instant. A hurried sound sounded. It was like a spike attacking Fang Wenyuan's Zhihai, and the pirate immediately reacted, a golden halo flashed out, and the entire Zhihai was covered by it. The surrounding leaves were scattered, and the scene in front of Fang Wenyuan suddenly turned into a small mountain village, and wisps of cooking smoke rose. A trace of remembrance flashed in Fang Wenyuan's eyes.

But the next moment, he became extremely cold, and said: "This illusion is too inferior! But being able to conjure up the mountain village where I lived as a child is also considered a little capable of that old boy!"

Fang Wenyuan stood still, his left eye shining with purple light, and he looked around, trying to find the old man's location in the illusion.

At this time, the old man's deep voice sounded: "Are you inferior? Don't be ashamed! You kid is so capable! Why don't you find the old man to come out?" There was a little anger and a strong killing intent.

"Hmph! Hide your head and show your tail! I can't help all kinds of tricks, so I use such methods, it's really ridiculous!" Fang Wenyuan laughed!

"I'll make you laugh!" A farmer ran out of a courtyard, took a sickle, and slashed at Fang Wenyuan!

Fang Wenyuan's eyes were cold: "Despicable! They actually used them to lure me into attacking! However, I have already seen through this illusion!"

So he turned backwards, stomped on one foot, and the next moment shot like an arrow to the top of a large tree. With his hands together and he pushed forward, the air around him suddenly became extremely cold, and an eight-foot giant ice pick fell from mid-air, splitting the tree in an instant. Then, with a pinch of his hands, he formed a dense wind blade around his body, shooting out in all directions. Then, the surrounding scene blurred, shattering like a mirror.

"Qingtian!" An earth-colored palm about the size of a dozen zhang slapped it on Fang Wenyuan's head