When I headed to the mountain path of Qixuan Sect, some woodcutters passed by and saw a group of martial artists standing together and chatting.
They are no longer surprised by this, but who made the Seven Xuan Sect a famous sect in the southern part of the world?
The yin energy on Zhong Ying's grandson had been transformed away by Fang Chen. Without the yin energy, the child's complexion improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When Dian Cang and others saw Fang Chen's method, they were completely shocked.
You should know that the grandson of the head of the sect has been seriously ill since childhood and has been searching for famous doctors everywhere and cannot be cured. Now he has just been gently patted and his illness is cured?
Isn’t this the legendary method of immortals?
Seeing that his grandson recovered from illness, Zhong Ying's smile gradually increased, and she chatted with Fang Chen about the changes in the southern region over the past few decades.
Dian Cang and others were very excited, and they felt that this opportunity was rare in a century. When they were old, they would have the capital to brag.
Only He Hai and others were sitting on pins and needles, lowered their heads, and stood aside without daring to say anything.
Most of them didn't listen to the conversation between the two, and their hearts were filled with fear, and they were all in a mess.
"He Dunzhu, don't you want to know the deeds of Duke Fang, and you also want to compare the gap with Duke Fang."
Zhong Ying looked at He Hai: "Now Duke Fang is here, you might as well ask yourself."
He Hai squeezed a forced smile on his face, "Those words just now were just jokes, and they should not be taken as true, and they should not be taken as true..."
His light aimed at Fang Chen repeatedly. Seeing Fang Chen's expression was calm, he felt relieved in his heart, and then he kept thinking and guessing in his mind.
Could the person in front of you really be the God of Fang Jun?
Diancang and others looked at He Hai one after another, with remnant still remaining in their eyes.
The middle-aged couple wanted to speak but stopped. If Duke Fang had not taken action, their son would have died in this way.
He Hai suddenly remembered something, and the panic in his heart dissipated a little. He coughed and clasped his fists at Fang Chen:
"Kuke Fang...Duke, did you go to Kyoto for a walk when you come back this time? Now this Daxia is different from before.
In the world of Daxia, people, earth and earth can be seen everywhere, and there are many heavenly thirty men.
I once fought with a monk and found that Tianxuan didn’t seem to be giving in to the monk.”
Zhong Ying and others were slightly surprised. He Hai had fought with the monks? No wonder he was so arrogant...
"Duke Fang Guo, you are a senior, I wonder... can you give me some advice today."
He Hai bowed respectfully, his eyes flashing.
The steward of Aoyama's lord was very admiring the courage of the lord and was very curious in his heart. If this person was really Duke Fang, how big would there be in the strength between him and their lord?
Fang Chen smiled and shook his head: "Go down the mountain."
"Duke Fang Guoyan doesn't want to give advice to his juniors, or... dare not?"
He Hai's expression was still respectful.
Zhong Ying and others' expressions changed. This guy is looking for death!?
Fang Chen didn't say anything.
He Hai waited for a long time before replying, and he knew it in his heart and couldn't help but sneer:
"Walk."
He turned around and walked down the mountain. His subordinates were about to follow, but they were stunned on the spot, looking terrified.
I saw sweat constantly coming out of He Hai's neck. It would be fine if it was just ordinary sweat, but the sweat was blood-red, which was clearly blood-sweat!
He Hai seemed to have not noticed something strange yet, turned around and looked at his subordinates:
"Are you not leaving yet? Duke Fang is unwilling to give us guidance, so why are you staying here?"
"Ruver, rudder, aren't you feeling uncomfortable?"
Aoyama Dungu asked with a pale face.
“Discomfort?”
He Hai was stunned for a moment, then he felt his body was sticky. He stretched out his hand and wiped it off, but his hand was covered in blood.
Zhong Ying and others looked at each other, and suddenly thought that He Hai seemed to have said just now that he had shed drop after drop of blood and sweat over the years, and he had worked hard to achieve everything in front of him...
A trace of fear flashed in He Hai's eyes, and he turned around and ran down the mountain, but the more he ran, the more he sweated his body.
A dark red mark appeared on the ground. Before he could run ten feet away, He Hai fell to the ground with a thud.
He was a martial artist in the third realm of Tianxuan who was rich in qi and blood and strong in flesh just now, but now he has become as thin as a bone.
He Hai was not dead yet, so he turned around with difficulty, raised his arm to where Fang Chen was, as if he wanted to grab something:
"Fang, Duke Fang... Give up your life..."
His voice was hoarse and his eyes were filled with horror and despair.
Before he finished speaking, he lost his breath and his arms were still raised in the air.
Whether it was Dian Cang and Qingshan Dun's warrior, they all felt that this scene was too terrifying.
The dignified King of Martial Arts...he died inexplicably?
"Master Zhong, let's leave now."
Fang Chen hugged Zhong Ying and turned around and walked up the mountain.
Zhong Ying quickly bowed, looked at Fang Chen's back with a strange look, and then looked at He Hai's corpse.
"Mom, can we go up the mountain?"
The middle-aged couple asked carefully.
"Go back. It is a blessing to meet Duke Fang today, so I don't think about it too much."
Zhong Ying sighed softly, then picked up the child with a happy look:
"Jing'er, how do you feel now?"
"Grandma, I feel like I have strength all over my body."
"That's good, that's good."
Zhong Ying hugged the child down the mountain, and Diancang and others hurriedly followed.
The remaining Qingshan Dungu looked at each other, and finally they all chose to turn a blind eye to He Hai's body.
They were afraid that some means would remain on them, which would lead to such a strange end. Not to mention collecting corpses, they would not even dare to approach them.
In the Qixuan Sect, an old man with white hair shawls sat upright on a stone platform. He saw seven flying knives being pulled by some kind of energy and swimming around the old man with agility like a fish.
The old man's aura was much stronger than He Hai's and others. He only talked about martial arts, and he had reached the end, the fourth realm of Tianxuan, the imperial aura.
After a few breaths, the seven flying knives suddenly turned into a white light, shattering a mountain that was barren miles away.
That mountain is the place where disciples of the Qixuan Sect practice martial arts.
"Did you see clearly?"
The flying knife returned to his body and slowly landed on his knees. The white-haired old man glanced at more than a hundred disciples below and said lightly.
These disciples are the core of the Seven Profound Sect and the foundation of the Seven Profound Sect after the Seven Profound Sect.
A middle-aged man stood in front of him, and he smiled bitterly: "Father, your Qixuan Sword is almost the same as the Tao. Even if I practice it for another hundred years, I will not be able to compare."
"I can't compare? I feel that my life is approaching. If none of you bastards can inherit my mantle, the Qixuan Sect will be disbanded in the future, so as not to be embarrassed.
A mere green mountain rudder He Hai, except me, none of you are his opponents. It's ridiculous, ridiculous!"
The white-haired old man showed an angry face and spitted and scolded the juniors of the sect.
"Father, you live a life of more than the southern mountains and the East China Sea. You have already passed the longevity. How could your life span so quickly?"
The middle-aged man looked shocked.
The white-haired old man looked at him for a while and sighed softly: "The martial arts of Daxia's earlier were far inferior to the present.
After the influx of the Hanshui Kingdom, many people failed to practice the method, which led to their inconsistency. Although their realm is keeping up, their life span is not as good as before.
I can't avoid it either, but your generation is different. Many disadvantages, the older generation has helped you to get through it, and you can avoid it."
Everyone looked solemn. They had indeed heard of this. In recent years, many martial arts giants have suddenly died strangely.
Now that I think about it, these are all hidden injuries I practiced when I was young. At that time, Daxia did not have its own inheritance, and no one in the older generation practiced martial arts. It all depends on understanding and self-exploration...
"Who!?"
Suddenly someone shouted.
Everyone turned their heads and looked at them, and saw a young Taoist at some point, appearing under the stone platform!
Fang Chen frowned and looked at Huangfu Jie for a while, and sighed softly: "Old friend, I'll give you a look." This chapter has been completed!