Meet the owner of Peach Blossom Island at the beginning of the game

Chapter 160
"you you you…"

Pointing to Fang Yanming, the young man seemed to have seen something beyond common sense, he was dumbfounded and extremely surprised.

"Surprised, isn't it?"

Standing with his hands behind his back, Fang Yanming's mouth curled up in a playful arc, as if he was in a trance.

Compared with the calmness on the altar, the audience below the stage can be described as turbulent, and there was an uproar.

"This, this, this...I'm not mistaken! That dialect clearly... penetrates the Zhoutian Meridian?"

"A hundred meridians are connected, a hundred meridians are connected! Such an age, such a cultivation level, it is really unimaginable!"

"Haha...I didn't expect such a young hero to be born in this river and lake. Seeing him now is a great joy in my life!"

...

"Sister, is that why you don't let us make a move?"

Mu Lin turned around and stared at Huohong, still with an expression of disbelief.

Hearing this, Huo Hong smiled wryly, and just shook her head, a trace of loneliness rarely appeared on her extremely proud face.

After a while, I saw a raging flame burning in her eyes, and two rays of light shot out.Immediately, she looked at the altar, paused every word, and said solemnly: "One step first! Not necessarily... step by step first!"

This situation, just like her temperament, like her name, the proud red flame will never go out.

"Amitabha, Layman Fang, you are not an ordinary person!"

After chanting the Buddha's name, even Tianxin, who has been practicing Buddhism for more than ten years, looked at the extraordinary and refined dialect Ming on the stage, and couldn't help feeling envious and jealous in his heart.

Regarding this, Qi Lang could only smile wryly.

"Sigh... I thought that I had made great progress under Qi Gong's guidance in the past four years. But I didn't expect... Little brother Bai, every time we meet, it really makes people jump in fright!"

For Fang Yanming's outburst, Zhao Yuan was the happiest.

"This brat really deserves a beating! I don't know how to tell us elders about such a big matter, which made my mother worry for so long in vain!"

She complained, but her pretty face was full of pride and excitement. She silently wiped away the hot tears from the corners of her eyes. Zhao Yuan finally put her heart in her stomach.

"Mother, Aunt Heng, Uncle, let me tell you! Lao Fang is sure to be fine!"

Shen Xingshan straightened his chest, looking at his brother who was full of spirits on the stage, he was also honored.

"Tsk tsk tsk... It's really unexpected! The first person in your generation to penetrate all the veins is actually a dying person four years ago..."

With his fingers whirling under his chin, Zhao Jia couldn't help but be speechless in surprise.

Hearing this, a sneer appeared on Shen Xingshan's face, and he said, "Master Zhao, that kid is in trouble! Why don't you make a move?"

"No hurry... no hurry..."

With an indifferent expression, Zhao Jia had an intriguing smile on his face.

At this time, on the altar, Fang Yanming approached the boy.

"Haha... Isn't it a surprise, a surprise! Now, it's my turn!"

Offensive and defensive, Fang Yanming, who was originally regarded as a prey, turned into a hunter in an instant.Satisfied with the evil taste in his heart, he couldn't help being a little arrogant.

"Abandon your martial arts, tell me the origin and all the information you know about the Xiaoyao Sect, and I will spare your dog's life."

With a smile on his face that was not a smile, Fang Yanming repaid the ridicule he had received before.

"Ah...don't even think about it!"

That young man was a little crazy, every sentence, every word that dialect said, undoubtedly hit his heart hard.

At this moment, he felt that he was extremely depressed, and there was a ball of anger in his chest that was about to burst out.If you can't devour the enemy in front of you, then... devour yourself!
"what!"

With a roar of struggle, the young man stretched out his palms and charged straight at Fang Yanming.

"What? Want to die?"

Seeing such a scene, Fang Yanming couldn't help but sneer.

Indeed, the young man at this moment was full of flaws all over his body, but he didn't care about it, and hit Fang Yanming's head with both palms.

"Did I agree!"

Fang Yanming spoke again, extremely flat, as if in his eyes, the opponent's life and death no longer depended on him.

With a wave of the long sleeves, the flawless hands were as soft as bones, swaying in front of him like gentle waves.In the next moment, invisible but uniquely fluctuating true energy evaporated without a sound.

"The wind is calm and the waves are calm!"

The young man only felt a faint breeze blowing, and immediately, all his offensives dissipated.

Calm and calm is the sixth form of Jingtao Palm, which is purely defensive.When the breeze blows, the waves will calm down. This palm can dispel the enemy's attack and stay in it.

"This...this...how could it be!"

Whispering incessantly, staring at his own palms, the young man should be a little incomprehensible, unable to recover for a long time.

In fact, it is normal for him not to understand. In order to ensure his life, this style is calm, and the dialect clearly used the true meaning of the storm.

"Do you want to continue?"

With a half-smile on his face, Fang Yanming's eyes looked back and forth at the young man, full of playfulness.

Without waiting for the young man to reply, Fang Yanming's expression suddenly turned cold, he changed the topic, and said with a sly smile: "Hehe... Now, it's my turn..."

Spreading his fingers, stretching his arms forward, and pushing with both palms, Fang Yanming's whole body turned into a strong wind, and there were faint waves rising on the originally calm stage.

"Big waves wash the sand!"

With a loud sip, it should be a reminder that the boy came back to his senses.

"what!"

With a roar, he used his internal energy to the extreme, and an invisible barrier loomed in front of him.Waving with both palms, there is a changeable and elusive charm.

"drink!"

As if he had exhausted all his strength, the boy's face turned red to the extreme, and the veins on his forehead bulged.Everything was not in vain, he swung his arms upwards violently, and he finally moved Fang Yanming's palm away again.

Huh...huh...tick...tick...

The sound of sweat splashing on the ground and the sound of heavy panting one after another, it should be due to excessive consumption, his body and limbs are no longer as vigorous as before, and he seems a little trembling.Xu Shi was hit, and his head sank, not as high as before.

Clap, clap... There was applause protruding nearby.

Raising his head, he met Fang Yanming's serious eyes.

"Tsk tsk... not bad! not bad!"

Fang Yanming's face was very solemn, and from that appearance, it should be a sincere compliment.

Seeing this, the young man's face was suddenly as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.For him, the admiration given by the victor standing on a high ground is the greatest humiliation to himself.

His head shrunk down again, he didn't know what to think of, his eyes were dim, and there was a faint desire to die on his body...

Off the court, seeing that the two of them had no more movement, Shui Suer frowned slightly, and asked a little puzzled: "Eldest sister, what is that dialect Ming doing? Why didn't you kill him directly!"

As soon as this remark came out, Huo Hong casually glanced sideways at Shi Bai behind him, and said meaningfully: "I remember, what I told you..."

"He is punishing his heart! What a vicious method!"

Mu Lin who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke, his eyes were still fixed on Fang Yanming on the stage, full of fear and fear.

"Yeah...he's killing his heart!"

The fiery red and cold voice sounded again.Immediately, she said again in a tone that seemed absent-minded but was actually extremely solemn: "I told you! Compared to killing people, he prefers killing people!"

"For a martial arts practitioner, losing his courageous and diligent martial arts heart is more terrifying than death! Or, he just wants his opponent to be unable to advance an inch for the rest of his life! Perhaps, he is enjoying the battle after defeating the enemy. , sowing fear, the joy of being in constant fear for a lifetime..."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was silent. With such a method, everyone's hairs stood on end, and their hair stood on end.In my heart, I couldn't help but raise a word, it's for...

Demon!
Papapa...Suddenly, there was a burst of applause, breaking the silence of the venue.

Following the prestige, I saw a court lady dressed in red and purple, with a white face and no beard, holding an orchid in his hand, walking out without haste.

Walking in front of Fang Yanming, a gentle smile appeared on the palace man's face, but in the eyes of others, it was a sinister smile.

Immediately, he gave a thumbs up, and with his sharp and slender voice, which was neither male nor female, he said in a cadenced tone: "The talent is close to a monster, the mind is close to a monster, and the means are close to a monster! The name of a demon king is really well deserved! Mr. Fang, I have admired you for a long time."

Smiling slightly, maybe because there is no such a "small" character, Dialect is obviously very happy, and he cupped his hands and said: "The big Yasi has won the prize."

"Haha... we are sincere!"

With another polite word, Chen Huan looked at Fang Yanming eagerly, and asked sincerely: "Mr. Fang, are you interested in joining my spy department? We are old now, and we will not be alive for a few years. If you Agree, we will guarantee to the officials that you will be the next head of the Secret Service Division!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was suddenly stunned.

The young man who had been limp on the ground somehow developed a burst of strength, raised his head, his eyes were blood red, and stared at Fang Yanming with an unforgettable hatred.

"Ok?"

Fang Yanming noticed it immediately, and let out a light snort, with an extremely cold arc on the corner of his mouth.

"A worthless thing! We are talking to Mr. Fang, and you deserve to listen here? Get lost!"

Chen Huan narrowed his eyes and opened his eyes wide, his tone was unusually cold.

Immediately, seeing that Fang Yanming didn't intend to stop him, the admiration on his face became more serious, with a warm smile, and he said, "Mr. Fang, how is it? If you think the conditions are not enough, you can bring it up again! Let's not talk about it." Go up the mountain of knives and go down to the pan of oil, if you can do it, I will definitely do it for you."

Hearing the words, Fang Yanming smiled slightly, bowed, and replied in an orderly manner: "Thank you for your kindness, Da Yasi. But Fang is too loose, and he is still young now, so he can't stand it..."

"Ugh…"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Huan first had a look of regret on his face.Immediately, he said with a smile: "Young Master Fang is right! But it's okay, the door of my Secret Service is always open for you! Cough cough..."

A series of rapid coughing sounded, patting his heaving chest, and Chen Huan sighed: "Oh... I'm really old and useless. After walking for a few steps, I'm a little out of breath. From now on, It’s Mr. Fang and you young people’s world. If you have time, you can come to my secret spy department to communicate more.”

"must!"

"Mr. Fang, goodbye!"

"goodbye!"

After finishing his speech, Fang Yanming nodded, jumped off the altar without hesitation, and returned to his team.

At this time, on the stage, Chen Huan, who was still suffering from serious illness, straightened up, his eyes were full of hesitation, and he stared at the eagle, showing an indescribable overbearing.

"Chen Huan, the secret agent, has met all of you heroes. Today is the succession ceremony of Xingshan God. It was supposed to be a happy event, but it was ruined by the unscrupulous subordinates. Here, we first apologize to you all." a crime."

Wei Wei cupped her hands and casually paid a salute.Chen Huan waved his hand towards the audience and shouted: "Murong, come up!"

The young man who had regained his coldness walked up to him in silence.

"Everyone, this is the new secretary of our Secret Service Division, Murong! In addition, everyone is concerned about Murong's use of different schools of unique knowledge, which is the reason for his unique internal skills in cultivation."

"This internal skill can imitate the same moves after knowing a martial art move. Murong, go and demonstrate it to the heroes."

"Yes!"

Clasping his fists and saluting, Murong went straight to the middle of the altar without any hesitation, and began to unleash it.

"Extreme Rain Sword!"

"Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand!"

"Vajra Palm!"

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

"Sunflower acupuncture hand!"

...

The exclamation of the crowd in the audience came one after another, as martial arts were performed one after another, so far, they had no choice but to believe what Chen Huan said.

After all, if Murong had really completed all these martial arts, then his cultivation would definitely not be limited to the current level.

After all, Chen Huan's rhetoric is more convincing compared to the fact that he had cultivated so many martial arts to the top of his class at the age of weak crown.

Seeing everyone's tacit reaction, Chen Huan nodded indistinctly, he should be quite satisfied, and the smile on his face grew wider.

Just as he was about to say something more, his complexion suddenly changed, the topic changed, and he said to Shen Xingshan: "Master Shen, this subordinate is ignorant and offended! Tomorrow, we will let him go to the house to make amends in person! "

After finishing speaking, he bowed his hands to the altar and said, "Everyone, let's take our leave first..."

Before he finished speaking, he took Murong away directly, very quickly, as if fleeing in despair.

Such a situation made everyone a little confused.

"Old Shen, why are you still standing there, go up! Now that the troublemakers are suppressed, take this opportunity to finish things quickly."

Pushing and shoving the bewildered Shen Xingshan, Fang Yanming urged him repeatedly.

"Xiao Fang, what's going on?"

Duan Siqi also had a puzzled look on his face.

With a smile on his face, he rubbed his thumb on his nose, and Fang Yanming said triumphantly, "What else can it be, my little uncle is here!"

As soon as this remark came out, Duan Siqi curled his lips, rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "If you don't know, don't talk nonsense! Uncle Huang is far away on Peach Blossom Island, how could he be here!"

"I don't believe it! Listen..."

A melodious flute sound drifts slowly...

(End of this chapter)