Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck starts with the Golden Family

Chapter 208 Let’s go aside
If you are not defeated in one move, you can be called the leader of your peers.

Three moves without defeat can be compared to the likes of Lin Tianxue and Qingmang.

As soon as Fang Yang said these words, onlookers such as Fang Xuan, Fang Min and Fang Haozhi were shocked.

They all knew Fang Yang's temperament, and they knew that Fang Yang would never lie.

In other words, Fang Yang gained a lot from his trip to the Mori surname residence and initially formed his own unique growth path.

Is it even possible for him to become a young saint like Senwei? !

Fang Xuan was dumbfounded: "Obviously we both embarked on the path of cultivation at the same time, but I am still working hard to break through the second-level intermediate realm, but my cousin is already gradually transcending the Tao and Dharma of the ancestors of Carp Ying?"

Fang Min's eyes narrowed: "This is the talent that will inevitably lead to becoming a Taoist, and will even lead to becoming a saint in all likelihood... If I want to become a saint, it seems that I still have a long way to go. …”

At this moment, everyone was in mixed moods because of Fang Yang's words.

Compared with Fang Lanxi's excitement, those who have experienced it can feel the majestic and vigorous momentum of Fang Yang.

"The afterimage of the electric python is manifested."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fang Yang activated his true energy and blessed the Wenshan pen.

He held the Wenshan pen and drew straight into the void. The white light of the Wenqi in the void was full of shapes and shapes quickly.

In the blink of an eye, a huge ink python rushed out. It resembled an electric python, with a huge body and a ferocious face. It was slayed by the fishy wind and evil electricity.

This is the mystery of painting. As soon as you pick up the brush and paint, you can recreate the power of the ferocious beast.

The electric python beast has a trace of the blood of the "Desolate Beast Thunder Dragon" and can be called a descendant of the Desolate Beast.

And the electric python that Fang Yang copied was his battle pet.

Naturally, this ink electric python has a trace of the original owner's divine form.

The fishy wind was ferocious, and the thunder and lightning were violent. They all came out at once, directly making the somewhat dark stage full of light.

At this moment, a strong wind blew over Fang Lanxi's hair, causing her black hair to dance wildly.

The bright light of thunder and lightning reflected Fang Lanxi's face, making her stunned.

Fang Lanxi immediately drank loudly, spitting out a little blood essence from his mouth, and then transformed into a blood-colored flower butterfly in the void.

The bloody butterfly merged with the shadow of the butterfly behind her, and her momentum suddenly increased a lot.

In an instant, she lowered her arms, waved the red tassel spear brazenly, stirred up the hunting wind, and struck the ink electric python directly without fear.

Boom——

The air exploded with sound, and the bluestone arena was instantly damaged, turning into billowing smoke and dust, covering the entire arena.

But at the same time, Fang Lanxi flew upside down, the red tassel spear in her hand going nowhere, and the shadow of the butterfly behind her disappeared.

lost.

One move and instant defeat.

Fang Lanxi barely stood on the ring, her figure crumbling.

Although her armor was not stained with blood, she could feel that all her true energy and blood energy had dissipated.

In front of her, although the ink electric python was still sprinting forward, it gradually dissipated and turned into the essence of vitality to warm her body.

But she understood that this was her cousin Fang Yang taking care of her, not her defeating the ink electric python.

She looked frustrated, while the others looked amazed.

"Ink and wash electric python, this is the mystery of the painting school..."

"Not only that, Ayang's control over his own power has obviously reached a new level."

"Haha, even with the help of the ink pen, this still shows his talent in the painting school."

"The Painting School is difficult to learn and master, and it is broad and profound. This school is even more mysterious than the Yudao School and the Zhoudao School..."

Everyone was surprised by the mystery of Wenshan's pen, and even more surprised by Fang Yang's ability to control it.

Fang Yang waved the Wenshan pen again, and instantly, waves of vitality surged.

The next moment, the layers of smoke and dust were gathered together, condensed into earth, and transformed into multiple bluestone long slabs, causing the tattered white ground of the martial arts field to gradually return to its original appearance.

Such a scene made everyone stunned. Just because Fang Yang actually used the Wenshan pen to mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

Although it only mobilized a slight amount of the power of heaven and earth, it was already almost a supernatural power.

As for supernatural powers, that is the domain of saints!

"Wait a minute, why is this pen similar to the Wenshan pen mentioned by Fang Nian's ancestor?" Suddenly, the eyes of the old man from the Virtue clan widened.

The elder of the De clan is the most knowledgeable person among the Fang family, and he knows many secret things.

He clearly remembered that the most regrettable thing in the life of ancestor Fang Nian was that he did not personally control Wenshan Pen.

Although the Wenshan pen is just a piece of equipment, it represents a kind of token and a kind of recognition!
Its symbolic significance is far greater than its practical significance.

The elder of the Virtue Clan didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly became silent.

The look he looked at Fang Yang gradually changed from appreciation to awe.

Fang Yang on the other side looked at his cousin Fang Lanxi and said:
"Actually, people don't need much advice in life, and I don't want to give you any big ideas."

"Just because everyone has his or her own fate and path, but you and I share the same roots, I will tell you a few things."

"If you accept it, then accept it. If you don't accept it, just treat it as nonsense. Don't take it to heart."

"Remember, you can go however you want. But you have to accept the results yourself."

"...A young prodigy who bears the name of prodigy will be involved in the fame and fortune fair and have to embark on the road to hegemony."

"This road to hegemony is like a battle between poisonous insects, just to determine the king of poisonous insects. Either his bones will be buried underground forever, or he will transform into a roc and fly to the nine heavens..."

Fang Yang's tone was calm and his voice was steady.

As he talked, he gradually remembered the true meaning he had learned in the Mori Sutra Pavilion.

Then, he recalled his experiences along the way.

Following the trend, he brought some true feelings.

Maybe it’s because he’s skilled in cultivating Taoism, or maybe it’s because he’s achieved outstanding results.

What he said made Fang Lanxi, Fang Xuan and others unable to help but obey from the bottom of their hearts.

At this moment, Fang Yang was like a school teacher, conquering Fang Lanxi with his rich knowledge, making her nod her head repeatedly.

Even Fang Min and Fang Haozhi, who were more advanced than him, nodded slightly, as if they had some understanding.

Uncle Fang and the elder of the Virtuoso clan on the other side looked at each other and could see the horror in each other's eyes.

They knew that Fang Yang might have really learned something extraordinary from the Mori Sutra Pavilion.

Otherwise, Fang Yang would not have undergone such a big change today.

……

The sun gradually rises and shines sunshine on the earth.

The breeze came slowly, blowing the fallen leaves in the martial arts arena.

Fang Yang drew an ink white-feathered eagle with Wenshan brush, stepped on its back, and flew away.

As for Fang Lanxi, she was stunned in the field.

There was still a look of shock in Fang Lanxi's eyes, as if she had been enlightened and understood some truth.

However, Fang Yang didn't care whether she would change as a result.

As mentioned before, everyone has their own destiny and their own path.

Whether Fang Lanxi accepts it or not, that is her own business.

Life has dreams, each of which is wonderful.

As long as you don't delay my quest for eternal life, don't say you want to become a young genius, even if you want to sacrifice your blood to the world, I will not interfere.

If you don't come to block my way, do whatever you like and go on your way.

(End of this chapter)