Heaven rewards those who work hard: There is no bottleneck in my martial arts

Chapter 106

She is about 25 or [-] years old, with fair skin, red lips and white teeth.

She was wearing a light yellow long dress, which was tightly attached to her body under the strong wind, revealing her graceful and uneven figure.

When the woman saw the man riding forward with a whip, she swung his whip violently and hurriedly followed.

Brother Fang Mingda, as the first disciple of Qingtianlou, is extremely talented.

Now he is only 28 years old, and his cultivation has already reached the level of innate fifth rank.

Their Qingtian Building, as an undisputed martial arts force in Luling, Ying County, is now known by others because of their senior brother Fang Ming, and they are gradually showing signs of prosperity.

The masters all said that if the senior brother goes well, it is very possible to be promoted to the martial arts level at the age of six or seventy.

Bravery Realm!

In a border area like Yingjun, there are only a few people.

Once the senior brothers can reach this level, there is no doubt that their Qingtian Building can become a first-class martial arts force in Ying County.

To a certain extent, it can be said that Senior Brother Fang Mingda is the hope of their entire Qing Tian Building.

It's just that the Qingtian Building has just shown signs of prosperity, but the master has been entangled with the Taoists of Shangxianmen all day long.

It's fine if he's alone.

But under the master's bewitching, even the other elders who passed on the practice also became obsessed with the Shangxianmen, and ran into the Shangxianmen every day.

She also vaguely heard that the master secretly took out some belongings in the building and gave them to the Taoists who went to the immortal gate.

Senior brother Fang Mingda grew up in the building without father or mother, and has long regarded Qingtian Building as his home.

Now I see the performance of Master and other people in my eyes, and I am anxious in my heart.

So he began to investigate Shangxianmen in private, and the results became more astonishing as the investigation continued.

Some veteran Taoists of Shangxianmen secretly used the lives of refugees to make alchemy.

When they reported all this to the master and others, they were angrily denounced as nonsense.

In desperation, senior brother Fang Mingda took her to start a private operation.

They all knew that if this continued, Qingtian Building would definitely be destroyed.

The woman shouted: "Brother, where is the demon way?"

Fang Mingda replied: "It's not far ahead. Junior sister, let's hurry up, lest that old man run away again and go to other places to harm other people's lives."

"En!" The woman nodded heavily, her expression becoming serious.

The two rode forward for a stick of incense, when they suddenly saw black smoke billowing from the front, and the air was filled with the smell of barbecue.

Fang Mingda's expression changed, and he had a bad premonition instantly.

"Shut up!"

Fang Mingda stopped his horse.

The smell of barbecue filling the void is even stronger.

"Junior Sister, get off the horse and go take a look."

Fang Mingda ran to the side of the pothole, saw the scene inside, gritted his teeth and said: "This group of beasts!"

The woman followed Fang Mingda and followed Fang Mingda's gaze. She couldn't help covering her mouth, and felt a lot of physical discomfort.

In the deep pit, there are piles of corpses that have been burned into coke.

Corpse oil and blood were mixed together and piled at the bottom of the pit, exuding a disgusting stench.

At a glance, there are hundreds of them.

Fang Mingda's face was gloomy, and he got on his horse angrily.

"They must not have gone far, junior sister, let's go after them!"

The woman's face was pale, and she worried in her heart: "Brother, that old man can kill hundreds of people in one go, why don't we go back and report to the county guard, let the county guard decide?"

"The county guard only cares about Chenjiazhuang, a mere refugee, and he doesn't care. He doesn't even care about our Qingtian Building."

"But……"

"Are you afraid that senior brother won't be able to beat them?" Fang Mingda's eyes froze, and he looked at the woman.

The woman explained: "I trust senior brother, but there are only two of us, so we are weaker."

"That's enough. That old man was born as a bandit, and his cultivation is only at the fourth grade of innate ability. I can take him down more than enough." Fang Mingda urged: "If I can't even take him down, what kind of martial arts should I practice? Don't delay any longer Come on, hurry up."

After speaking, Fang Mingda got on his horse, identified the traces on the ground, and rushed out in one direction.

The woman bit her lip and followed with a worried look on her face.

……

On a small slope, the old man stood on the top, looking up.

On the plain in the distance, countless refugees are as small as ants.

"Strange, why is there no sign of that group of people? Could it be that person is lying to me?" The old man muttered to himself.

"Forget it, since you can't touch it, don't waste that effort, go back and drink and play with women."

He jumped up, tapped a few times on the hillside, and landed firmly at the foot of the hill.

"Master, there seem to be two people chasing after you over there."

A disciple standing guard at the foot of the hill pointed in one direction and said.

The old Taoist followed the direction pointed by the disciple, looked over, and found a man and a woman riding horses, running straight in his direction.

Among them, the man at the front looked familiar.

"Isn't this the genius kid from Qingtianlou's family? I heard he is a talented martial artist." The old man showed doubts on his face: "Why did he come rushing to find me?"

I was thinking so.

The latter drew out the sword on the horse's back and swept towards him.

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, and his figure retreated violently.

A distance of several hundred meters, but arrived in the blink of an eye.

A disciple didn't react, and half of his head was cut off by a sword.

The old Taoist sternly shouted: "Young man from Qingtian Building, what do you want to do?"

"Take your dog's life!" Fang Mingda got off his horse with a serious expression on his face, leaning over and rushing towards the old man.

A ruthless look flashed across the old Tao's face: "Damn, the old Tao has no grievances or enmity with you, you were the first to do it, so don't blame me for being rude."

Ying County is so big, the group of people mentioned by the burly man can't be seen at all, and the probability of finding them again is very small.

He wants to rely on those people, and he has little hope of refining another high-quality Shoudan.

Since those people can't find it, the innate martial artist in front of him can try it.

The qi and blood contained in a congenital warrior are far stronger than those of ordinary people, and they can refine a longevity pill.

Thinking of this, the old man's face became grim, and he licked his dry lips.

He took out a small triangular flag from his arms, and then made a trick with one hand.

The small triangular flag twirled in his hand, and a circular golden light emerged from the small flag, covering the old man.

Fang Mingda controlled the long sword with his divine sense.

The long sword escaped and stabbed forward.

Boo sound.

The long sword seemed to have pierced the metal shield, and it was shaken to fly back.

Fang Mingda froze for a moment, caught the flying long sword, and used his true energy.

He sank into his dantian, and slashed down fiercely with the sword in both hands.

With a fifth-grade innate cultivation base, the strength in his hands is a thousand catties.

collapse!
The long sword broke into two pieces under his tremendous force, but the old man remained motionless.

what happened?

What kind of martial art is this?
Fang Mingda's eyes were full of disbelief.

puff!

A muffled sound appeared in Fang Mingda's chest.

He found that at some point, the old man's palm had landed on his chest.

"You...wow..."

Fang Mingda's throat was sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of dirty blood.

(End of this chapter)