Fang Yang secretly thought that Chief Chen had a clever plan.
This Ten Thousand Treasures Sutra Pavilion is probably the most important place of the White Gate, and its guarding is no small matter.
If we attack from the outside, even with Fang Yang's current strength, I'm afraid it won't be possible to break through for a while.
This is only possible unless Fang Yang uses the fireball technique to continuously calcine, but this may soon alarm the entire sect.
"Although the defense here is tight and there are many agencies, I didn't expect that Chief Chen has already planted an inside line!"
Fang Yang couldn't help but admire Master Chen's scheming.
"Lead the way, I'll go straight to deal with that old guy!" Director Chen said coldly.
"All channels have been opened!"
Zhang Ye was hesitant to speak: "Master, that old guy's skills are extremely advanced and far superior to the master of the sect. Master, you have to be careful."
Zhang Ye is obviously a little worried. The old immortal in the Sutra Pavilion is the absolute master hidden by the white door.
He felt that even if Chief Chen wanted to deal with that person, he should at least find help.
"Haha, what's wrong, don't you have confidence in the master?" Chief Chen sneered, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
"This is not what I mean, disciple." Zhang Ye shook his head in shock.
"If you're scared, just keep watch outside for me, just in case!"
Chief Chen's voice was already stern, but now it became even colder.
Zhang Yezheng wanted to argue, but he didn't dare to speak, so he had to stay at the door obediently.
Fang Yang couldn't help but frown. If he wanted to enter the tower without alerting others, he could only lure Zhang Ye away from the door.
Suddenly there was a movement in Fang Yang's arms. It turned out that the white mink Qian Duoduo in his arms had woken up.
Now that Fang Yang was able to communicate with Qian Duoduo using his spiritual thoughts, he immediately gave a few instructions and then stuffed a piece of candy into Qian Duoduo's mouth.
Qian Duoduo got the benefit and immediately jumped out of the darkness. After a while, there was a rustling sound in the grass.
"Who?" Zhang Ye chased after him, becoming nervous at the same time. When he was considering whether to issue a warning to notify Chief Chen, Qian Duoduo deliberately showed his big tail.
"It turned out to be a big rat." Zhang Ye breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head.
Suddenly he felt a breeze blowing behind him, and immediately turned around, but there was no one there.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly, feeling that he was so nervous that he was almost hallucinating.
Fang Yang accelerated due to his true energy, and Zhang Ye only felt a flash of phantom.
With Qian Duoduo as a cover, Fang Yang entered it very smoothly.
After Fang Yang entered the tower, he found that there were many traps here and he was a little disoriented.
Fortunately, Qian Duoduo slipped in through the light hole at some point.
Fang Yang had already seen the power of this little guy, and it immediately led Fang Yang to find a hidden passage beside the stairs.
Fang Yang's current true body could hardly make a sound. He walked along the dark passage and passed through several gates, and found that this place turned out to be a hall.
Behind the hall is an iron gate. Director Chen is in the middle of the hall, and in front of the iron gate sits an old man with white hair. The two sides are confronting each other.
The old man who was confronting Master Chen was the uncle of the sect leader Jiang Wanli. The old man's real name was Feng.
But because he was too old, all his contemporaries had died, and later generations no longer knew his name, so they all called him Master Feng.
He has a very high status in the White Gate, but this old man does not like fame and wealth. Instead, he likes to hide in the Ten Thousand Treasures Sutra Pavilion, read books every day, and enjoy himself, so he is not known to outsiders.
This Patriarch Feng has a head full of white hair, and his snow-white eyebrows have drooped down to his cheeks.
Although he is very old, he is in excellent spirits, has a ruddy complexion, and exudes a strong aura.
Even the sect leader Jiang Wanli probably doesn't know how powerful Patriarch Feng's kung fu is.
Seeing the confrontation between the two, Fang Yang hid far away in a secret place in the passage, and used his true energy to conceal himself and watch the changes.
"Don't you think you are too confident when you break into my white-doored Sutra Pavilion?"
The old man's withered eyes actually shone with brilliance under the illumination of the surrounding torches.
"Old immortal, I think you are too confident." Director Chen said coldly.
"Haha, I have been in the Sutra Pavilion for forty-eight years. I killed countless people in the first thirty years, but I haven't done anything in the past eighteen years." Patriarch Feng said with a strange smile.
"Because they know that once they come, they can't go back."
"Right here, I once killed one hundred and twenty-eight foreign enemies who broke into the Sutra Pavilion, and at the same time, I personally cramped and skinned sixty-three internal ghosts!"
Patriarch Feng's voice was very cold.
"Haha, your Excellency was able to avoid alerting the guards of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. You must be a traitor here safely, and your position within the White Gate is not low."
Master Feng smiled and said, "You don't know what your skills are?"
"You won't know until you try it!" Chief Chen jumped forward, made a pair of eagle claw-like gestures with his hands, and launched an attack suddenly.
"Huh? Are you from the Eagle Claw Sect thirty years ago?"
Master Feng's complexion changed slightly, and when he turned over the sleeves of his broad robe, a violent air flow erupted.
Sometimes the air current is as strong as turbulent waves, and sometimes it is as dense as pouring rain.
Huge force rolled towards Master Chen, and in an instant the two of them fought for more than ten moves.
Fang Yang watched the two fighting in the dark and couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
In the past, because Fang Yang began to practice immortal arts, he became more and more disdainful of martial arts.
But after discovering the exquisite moves of the two, I realized that I was wrong.
"If I can add exquisite martial arts moves while learning immortal magic, then..." Fang Yang had some realization in his heart.
He felt that if he could use his exquisite martial arts as a foundation and at the same time use magical skills like fireball, he would be able to catch people by surprise and make them hard to guard against, achieving twice the result with half the effort.
Thinking of this, Fang Yang felt excited.
In fact, like Fang Yang, many cultivators despise worldly martial arts.
I feel that ordinary martial arts is like a baby fighting and has no reference value.
And when Fang Yang understood the subtleties and studied it, he benefited greatly.
"Eat my palm!" Suddenly, Master Chen struck Master Feng with a sudden palm strike.
Master Feng did not dodge and relied on his powerful internal strength to strike at Master Chen.
"Bang~~" When the two palms met, there was a sound of internal energy colliding.
"Good internal strength!" Both sides couldn't help but be surprised by the other's strength.
"You old immortal, I will send you to hell!" Master Chen suddenly turned his hand, and a pure true energy surged out of his body and wrapped around his palm.
In an instant, Mr. Chen's hands turned bright red, as bright as the blooming blood peonies.
"Huh? The first level of Qi training realm?"
Master Feng's expression changed and he looked a little solemn: "I didn't expect you to be a monk! It seems that I can't hide my clumsiness anymore!"
As he said this, Master Feng sneered.
"Today I will let you experience the second level of the Qi Refining Stage!"
I saw Master Feng also flipping his hands, and the true energy formed a thick flow of air in the palm of his hand, as if he was wearing a glowing glove.
"The second level?"
Chief Chen was shocked, and it was obvious that he had made some miscalculations.
"It turns out that the first level in the "Shangyuan Qi Training True Explanation" is the first level of the 'Qi Training Period'" Fang Yang was shocked.
He began and so on, secretly thinking that he had now reached the third level of Qi training.
However, Shangyuan Qi Training Technique only has six levels of skills, but Fang Yang always felt that the Qi training period should be more than just six levels.
Fang Yang thought that maybe his skills were too low-level and he could only reach the sixth level of Qi training.
"I don't know what the subsequent exercises are like."
Thinking of this, Fang Yang showed an incomparable desire for the techniques after the sixth level of Qi training.
Here, Master Feng, who was in the middle of the battle, didn't give Chief Chen a chance to breathe. He quickly jumped over and struck out with a palm.
"Bang~~~" The two palms met, and the majestic true energy burst out.
In an instant, the force shook the entire hall.
If it weren't for the many protective mechanisms here, it might have collapsed.
Master Feng was knocked back three or four steps, while Master Chen took three feet back before he stopped, with a trace of blood already spilling from the corner of his mouth.
It looked like Chief Chen had obviously suffered serious internal injuries.
Seeing the two fighting each other like this, Fang Yang couldn't help but shake his head.
"These two people actually use their true energy as the internal force of ordinary martial arts. What a waste of resources."
Fang Yang has already learned two kinds of spells. After he develops his true energy, he can use spells to fight in battle.
Moreover, they only know how to use true energy to directly collide, just like bulls, and the actual power exerted is not very great.
Fang Yang didn't know that in the secular world, it was already extremely difficult to find a basic Qi-refining technique.
And techniques like the fireball technique are even rarer.
If Fang Yang hadn't been lucky enough to obtain the relics of his ancestors, he might have been unable to find the magic formula in the secular world for the rest of his life.
Master Feng succeeded with one blow, and when he was about to rush forward and deliver a fatal blow to Master Chen, he suddenly smelled a wisp of fragrance.
Patriarch Feng felt dizzy instantly, "How is it possible? I am already at the second level of Qi training, so it is impossible to be poisoned?"
"What's wrong? You old man, are you dizzy?"
Chief Chen vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and said viciously.
"What's going on? What's going on?" Master Feng was a little unsteady on his feet.
"Old immortal, you are only at the second level of Qi training. You have not yet reached the state of fasting without eating or drinking. You have to eat and drink every day~~~Hahaha~~"
Director Chen smiled coldly, his voice extremely harsh.
"Every day I have someone put a little secret poison into the food you eat, Wan Gu Tunling Powder!"
"Ahem..." Chief Chen coughed for a while, then smiled coldly.
"It's only a little bit every day. Although it's fine normally, as long as you use your true energy and add my secret Luo Gu Wanxiang Powder, the poison will take effect, hahaha!"
Director Chen's face was full of ferocity.
"Old man Feng, it's no wonder. You haven't done anything in the past twenty years, so naturally you don't know, haha~~~ Moreover, you are old and your life is about to end. If your true energy is gone, you will die immediately, haha.
Haha~~~"
When Master Chen saw that Master Feng couldn't lift his true energy and was unsteady on his feet, he immediately rushed forward, turned his hands into eagle claws, grabbed Master Feng's throat tightly and said, "Hand over the key to the secret cave!"
"Who are you?" Master Feng said with difficulty.
"Who am I? Old guy, do you still remember Chen Tongyuan, the head of the Eagle Claw Sect forty years ago?"
Chief Chen yelled: "If you hadn't used these sneak attacks, my father wouldn't have died! The Eagle Claw Gate wouldn't have been destroyed either!"
"Are you Chen Tongyuan's son?" Master Feng looked very surprised, "Huh, I didn't expect that there are still some remnants."
"Hand over the key!" Manager Chen's voice became shriller, showing that he attached great importance to the key.
"wishful thinking!"
Master Feng suddenly moved and used all his strength to snap a small golden sword as thick as a chopstick hanging on a silver chain on his wrist.
"Crack~~" The little golden sword instantly broke into pieces.
Then Master Feng collapsed. It was obvious that he had used his last true energy and died.