Fang Xian was lying on a soft chair, reading quietly.
After a long time, he suddenly put down the book and tapped the armchair with his right hand. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes: "Xiaohu... still hasn't given up."
This jade tiger once wanted to join his sect.
After all, who among the martial arts world doesn’t know the myth of “the white tiger kills seven times and dominates the world”?
Whoever can be taught magical skills by the White Tiger Immortal Lord may be the next White Tiger Immortal Lord!
Unfortunately, Fang Xian never accepted it.
After all, he only has friendship with Yu Longjiao, not with the Yu family.
Moreover, the new "White Tiger's Seven Evil Killing Techniques" has been revised by him and incorporates the essence of "Dragon and Tiger's Powerful Vajra's Indestructible Supernatural Power" and other techniques. It has become the number one secret technique in the world. It is mysterious and unpredictable, and has the power to conquer the heaven and earth.
machine.
If it spreads and falls into the hands of people with evil intentions, it may not be a good thing.
As for waiting for him to die, he will become a dead ringer, and the martial arts regrets, etc., is it none of his business?
Fang Xian rested for a while, then got up and came to the desk.
On the table, yellow paper, scissors, cinnabar, writing brushes and other items are neatly placed.
He calmed down, held a brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and drew the talismans on the yellow paper.
As the pen moved, a strange talisman appeared on the yellow paper, and it was completed in one go.
Fang Xian took a long breath, folded the yellow paper, and used scissors to cut out the shape of a small sword.
"go!"
Immediately, with a thought in his mind, his spirit was injected into the yellow paper, and a yellow light flashed in the void.
The yellow paper talisman sword flew out and plunged into the rosewood cabinet in front of him, going almost an inch deep.
This is ‘sword control’!
The secrets of Qingyuan Palace are like magical powers!
At that time, Fang Xian searched the world for secret books and found that only the two schools of Brahma and Taoism could barely penetrate the eyes.
The 'Dragon Tiger Powerful Vajra Indestructible Magical Power' slightly overlaps with the 'White Tiger's Seven Evil Killing Techniques', and it is this 'Sword Controlling Technique' that he puts the most effort into!
According to the classics, there are three levels of real 'sword-controlling skills', which can only be practiced by reaching the realm of a great master and integrating the gods with heaven and earth!
Among them, the first level is 'cutting paper into soldiers and talismans into swords'!
Use essence and blood to mix cinnabar, special yellow paper, and talismans to make a flying sword. Control it with your mind, and it can decapitate people within a hundred steps.
The second level is 'grass and trees as swords'. You need to plant a plant and irrigate it with a unique formula every day. You must be connected with your mind. After decades, it will be made into a wooden sword, which can be used to move around and be indestructible.
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The original swordsman was in such a state.
It's just that at these two levels, when casting the flying sword, it will inevitably involve most of the mental energy, causing the caster to be unable to move, which is a major flaw.
The final third level is to use one's own blood to refine a 'Blood Steel Sword', and at the same time practice the 'one mind and two uses' method to be able to use the flying sword and move at the same time.
When the sword is completed, it will be called invincible in the world!
"This skill has not fallen behind..."
Fang Xian cleaned up the traces and smiled slowly.
…
More than half a year passed quickly.
Fang Xian is about to die of old age.
The fear of death tortured him day and night.
He has never been so weak for a moment, because no one can guarantee whether he will be reincarnated again until he dies!
Maybe this death is really death!
"It turns out...that's what I wanted...to live!"
Fang Xian walked out of Jinfeng Xiaoyu Building, looked at the world covered in silver, and stepped onto a carriage.
He had some thoughts of returning to his roots and wanted to return to Yaofeng County.
Of course, the funeral should be prepared in advance. First, let someone burn him into ashes, and then scatter his ashes into Daqingshan. He should first crush his bones and scatter his ashes to ensure that no other person can whip him to death again.
"Xiaohu, go back, there's no need to send him off!"
Fang Xian was covered with a thick silk quilt and said goodbye to Yu Xiaohu.
"Grandpa..."
Yu Xiaohu knelt on the ground and burst into tears.
Although he did not worship Fang Xian as his teacher, he still received a lot of advice. In addition, the 'White Tiger's Seven Evil Killing Techniques' cannot be passed on, but Fang Xian's other martial arts skills are indifferent, and he can be regarded as a half-teacher.
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It was windy and snowy, and there was only one carriage moving forward on the official road.
Fang Xian felt that his life was like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished at any moment.
"There is... no hope anymore."
Once, he placed his hope on "Dongxuan Secret Record", but after only trying it once, he almost couldn't control his mind and did not dare to continue.
When you get older, you are more likely to become possessed, or even die suddenly, making it even less likely to gain enlightenment.
He also understood that even with the help of the attribute bar, his level was still too low to cross that threshold multiple times.
After all, after comprehending once, the difficulties you have to face next time will become even greater!
Just as Fang Xian was remembering, the carriage suddenly stopped.
"Bao Shenglong, please fight with the White Tiger Immortal Lord."
A young voice came from the front, and it was the new Grand Master of the North!
"I'm so old, and someone blocked the door..."
Fang Xian shook his head, walked out of the car door, and saw a figure with a straight back, like a javelin, standing in the snow.
Heat radiated from his body, like a furnace, clearing the surrounding snow.
"Ahem..."
Fang Xian coughed: "This world belongs to you young people, why do you bother an old man like me? What's more... I still have some friendship with your ancestors."
"I have been pursuing martial arts all my life, how can I not challenge the martial arts supreme? Even though I almost died, I never regret it!"
Bao Shenglong shouted loudly.
Inspired by this, Fang Xian's body surged with true energy, as if he was about to manifest the world-famous White Tiger Evil God.
But the air flow was tumbling, and it still didn't work.
The White Tiger Dharma is the combination of essence, energy and spirit that can manifest itself, but Fang Xian's essence is no longer enough.
He sighed quietly, and his movement was like a fleeting shadow, disappearing into the dense forest on the roadside.
Even if he wins, he will soon die of old age, so what's the use of a false reputation?
"this……"
On the spot, Bao Shenglong was stunned.
This supreme martial arts master in the world actually ran away without even using a single move?
Even with his state of mind at the level of a grand master, he couldn't help but waver violently, and immediately chased after him: "How can we leave without deciding the outcome?"
"He... ran away!"
In the same place, several figures appeared, with aura on their bodies: "Haha... The White Tiger Immortal Lord actually ran away? I'm telling you, you are all as timid as mice, and Bao Shenglong took advantage of you..."
"It seems like the rumors are true, this old guy is finally going to die!"
"Hey, I'm old and frail, and my true energy is weakening. How much of the fierce power of the White Tiger Immortal Lord can be left?"
"We are waiting for the sect's great enmity, and we must avenge it today. Chase!"
These few people were full of excitement and had a sense of expectation to break the myth, and they chased into the dense forest.
Immediately, they saw a bloody rainbow!
The sky-shattering rainbow just flashed, and Bao Shenglong's head fell off.
"Blood steel sword?!"
A mysterious man screamed, turned around and ran away.
Unfortunately it's too late.
That bloody rainbow seemed to have eyes as it flew down, killing all the great masters with one sword!
Outside the pool of blood, Fang Xian's figure slowly emerged:
"Although the body declines, the spirit does not. The lifespan of the soul is much longer than that of the physical body... It is indeed difficult to practice the blood-forged steel sword and the dual-purpose method. Even the great masters cannot master it, but I have a golden finger...
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He sighed and suddenly chanted: "For two hundred years, the white tiger has been revered all over the world. When it comes to old age, it has nothing to do, and it kills people with flying swords..."
The figure turned around and disappeared in the dense forest.
This is also the last time Fang Xian appears in the world...