On a small road in Jiangyin, a scholar was strolling with a small basket on his back. He was dressed in white, and he was already a little yellow at this time, and he looked like a scholar who was traveling to study. Although today it is the world of monks, as learned people, these scholars can still be respected.

The scholar's age is not very large, and his slightly blue face makes people look a little sick. He walked on the uninhabited path, and said lightly: "I still don't seem to know a little bit about the mystery of the condensed sword, you might as well tell me about it again." ”

If ordinary people heard the words of this scholar, they would definitely think that this little scholar had gone crazy, after all, next to the little scholar, not only was there no one, but there was not even a ghost, wouldn't this be said to the air.

But if the monks heard this, they would definitely be shocked, after all, this sword condensation into silk is a legendary means, not to mention a scholar, even a Jindan real person, and he may not be able to comprehend the mystery.

But at this time, someone really spoke, and the voice stayed in the small box behind the scholar. I heard that there was a humane inside: "Fang Daoyou wants to listen, so it's naturally easy to say, but Fang Daoyou goes on like this, but it's getting farther and farther away from our Western Jin Dynasty!"

The book known as Brother Fang Dao smiled lightly and said: "I must go to the Western Jin Dynasty, but not now, grandma's, I don't want to be driven out like a mourning dog, even if I want to leave, I have to go vigorously." ”

The voice in the box was silent for a while, and then began to talk about the means of condensing the sword into silk, and this man did not speak too quickly. But if his words were heard by the monks who asked the sword, they might go crazy.

Because what this person is talking about is the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, one of the five great sword techniques of Jian Zhai. A means of condensing the sword into silk. It's just a part of this Ten Thousand Swords Technique.

The one who pretended to be a scholar was naturally Fang Ling, who was put in the bookcase by him, and the one who talked to him was Liu Zhongyu, the heir of Wenjian Zhai, whose flesh Jindan was destroyed. At this time, Liu Zhongyu can be described as obedient to Fang Ling, and he can't accept it. After all, his life was still in Fang Ling's hands.

After asking Liu Zhongyu a few more questions, Fang Ling began to think as he walked. Although he can also use a few sword tricks to run flying swords, it is compared to the ten thousand sword tricks that Liu Zhongyu just said. Fang Ling felt that the sword skills he knew were simply garbage-like storage.

Some mysteries that I don't understand on weekdays, under Liu Zhongyu's explanation, there is a feeling of being sudden. This Liu Zhongyu has his reasons for pride. At a young age, he was able to cultivate the Ten Thousand Swords Technique to the point where the sword moved a hundred swords. This is not something that ordinary people can do.

"Brother Fang Dao, the matter now, the farther away we are from the dangerous place, the better, your series of methods have already made many people's stomachs almost explode, I think we should enter the Western Jin Dynasty first!" Liu Zhongyu said to Fang Ling again.

It's not that he and Fang Ling have formed any deep friendship, it's really that his and Fang Ling's fates are connected. The main thing is that the people who shake the heavens gate find his Yuan Shen, and there will definitely be no second choice.

The more people who almost died. The more afraid of death. Liu Zhongyu was very afraid of death now, so after Fang Ling promised to find him a body to take away. He passed on the cultivation techniques of Wen Jian Zhai to Fang Ling in a steady stream.

Fang Ling just snorted lightly and didn't speak. He doesn't enter the Western Jin Dynasty now, in addition to the fact that he can't help it, there is another reason, that is, he is afraid that even if he enters the Western Jin Dynasty, he may not be able to live in peace. What's more, the Western Jin Dynasty is Liu Zhongyu's territory, and he is not ready to go over before he finds out the situation.

There is another reason why he can't sue Liu Zhongyu, and that is that he has prepared a big gift for those who are chasing him.

Come on, I'm waiting for you, hunt me down for the ancient treasure, then you should pay for it!

Just when Fang Ling's thoughts were flying, hundreds of horses roared from afar, most of the knights on the horses were wearing black armor, and the helmets with a somewhat unique shape made it impossible to see the true faces of these knights at all.

"The poor sour in front, don't hurry up and give way to Lao Tzu, or the horse will trample you to death in a while, it will be in vain!" a rough voice roared from the horse. At the moment when the sound landed, a black steed had already scurried in front of Fang Ling.

If Fang Ling hadn't dodged quickly, he would most likely have been trampled by a galloping horse. And at the moment when he dodged away, he heard someone laugh and said: "Lu Laosan, did you kid use too much strength on the girl, so that he can't even ride a horse, hehe, he can't even step on a poor acid, it's really no level!"

As soon as these words came out, someone immediately continued: "I think Lu Laosan has either used all his strength on the girl, or wants to use some strength on this little white face, isn't it Lu Laosan." ”

The man who was called Lu Laosan grabbed his horse, glanced at Fang Ling and said, "A sick ghost, Lao Tzu is not interested, if any of you are interested, fuck you yourself."

Just as they were talking, Fang Ling's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a figure flew from a distance, instantly blocking the path of these hundreds of knights.

Seeing this figure, the faces of those knights became extremely ugly. However, Fang Ling's expression was a little more playful.

Although Lu Laosan was very violent just now, when he saw the middle-aged man coming from the sky, his eyes showed fear. The scholar just now was like a worm in his eyes, and he could be left to rub it, but this high monk in front of him was a big man who could kill them at any time.

In his heart, he secretly scolded himself and the others for their bad luck, but he quickly squeezed out a smile on his face and said: "This senior, we are the guards of Wanlian City, this time we were ordered by the city lord to pick up the young lady back to the city, if there is anything that offends the seniors, please forgive the seniors." ”

The middle-aged man smiled casually and said, "People from Wanliancheng!" Then let me ask you, who are you Wanjin Chan?"

A smile suddenly appeared on the faces of several monks who rode their horses and galloped, and while breathing a sigh of relief, Nalu Laosan said respectfully: "Back to your old man's house, what you mentioned just now is our old city lord of Wanlian City, since you have a friendship with our old city lord......

"Just rely on the old thing of Wanjin Chan, and also cooperate with me to have a friendship? Hand over that thing, I will spare you from death, you can get out." The middle-aged man's words were particularly arrogant, and his upward eyes were full of pride.

Hearing the words of that thing, Lu Laosan and the others' faces changed, most of them were warriors at the peak of the sixth layer of Qi training, and in the mortal world, they could almost gallop across the country. But at this time, in the face of the monks, one by one they lacked confidence.

However, let them hand over what they have earned so hard, and their hearts are naturally unhappy. After all, if these things are handed over casually, what you will face is the cruel punishment of the city lord of Wanlian City. After glancing at a warrior beside him, Nalu Laosan chuckled and said, "Since the senior is a friend of the old man, then your instructions, which are the highest orders, are given to you." ”

As he spoke, a black object was thrown towards the middle-aged man. And the middle-aged man didn't have the slightest guard against what was thrown, as if the middle-aged monk hadn't noticed anything.

This situation made Lu Laosan's heart burst into ecstasy. For what he threw just now, he couldn't be clearer in his heart, it was a thousand poisonous bee needles bought from Tiangongmen for thousands of immortal stones, not to mention ordinary monks, it was a great monk in the foundation building period, and in the face of this kind of thing, there was no place to die!

When the black object approached the middle-aged monk's body, Lu Laosan trembled a little with excitement. He was waiting for that sudden explosion, he wanted to see this high-ranking monk planted in his hands, no, he wanted to see the remorseful appearance of this middle-aged monk after he was seriously injured!

It's a pity that the black poisonous bee needle didn't explode at all. Instead, it fell gently into the hands of the middle-aged monk. Such a scene made Lu Laosan, who had already opened his mouth ready to laugh, and suddenly he couldn't close it.

How is it possible! He had used this poisonous bee needle several times, and the last time he used it, he gave a mid-stage foundation cultivation to the pit.

"Good guy, it's still something produced by Tiangongmen, and it's really the same as Wanjin Chan, it's not a good thing. The middle-aged monk picked up the black thing and glanced at it, and said with a hint of ridicule in his words: "If you rely on this kind of thing alone, kill yourself now!"

Listening to this person's words, the heads of Lu Laosan and the others buzzed for a moment, and one of them had a flexible mind, and suddenly turned his horse's head and said, "Run!"

As soon as these two words came out, the man's horse ran away into the distance as if it had gone mad. At the same time, seven or eight people rushed in all directions. They were afraid that they would run slowly and die at the hands of the middle-aged monk, but they didn't expect that the middle-aged monk didn't move at all.

But not moving does not mean that the monk will let them go. I saw that the middle-aged monk smiled coldly, and with a flash of black light in his eyes, he glanced at the strong men who were running, and several running monks and horses all fell to the ground silently.

If there were monks above the Golden Pill here, they would definitely sigh at the middle-aged monk's strong soul attack. It's just that Lu Laosan and the others don't understand what divine consciousness is at all, so they naturally don't understand soul attacks.

"Jindan Zhenren, this is Jindan Zhenren!" A strong man fell to his knees with a thud and begged loudly: "This real person, please let me go, I am old and young, and I am still counting on me to feed ......"

Hearing the words of Jin Dan Zhenren, the last trace of courage to resist disappeared cleanly, Lu Laosan respectfully took out a brocade box, and begged for mercy again and again: "Real person, we really don't know your identity, please ......" (to be continued......)

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