Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 169 Wang Tong reaches the pinnacle, and the sect leader is born

"Fight three hundred heroes with one hand, push the bone Shura across with both palms!"

"As a teacher, if you just draw a pen casually, you will be a rolling iron cavalry listening to my orders. If you take a drink casually, you will be an immortal in wine, swallowing the sun and moon!"

"Hey, what a pity. If you, my disciple, could see the heroic appearance of my master that day, you would definitely be heartbroken and give me a big cheer!"

Seeing that Zhao Yuming was getting more and more exaggerated, Zhao Zhuzhu and Gu Chang who were going together were so embarrassed that they wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

Fang Xuan was also dumbfounded.

The bad old man is very bad.

If he hadn't been there that day, he would have believed his lies.

next moment.

"Jing'er, you joined the sect late, and the master didn't prepare any greeting gifts for you. Now, don't say that I don't love you, I'll give you this!"

to be frank.

"Junior brother, take it quickly. This is what our master worked so hard for and almost died..." Gu Chang was about to speak.

"Good disciple, you don't have to be sad that you haven't achieved a breakthrough in your realm this time. Although your cultivation is mixed and it's difficult to improve your realm, I accidentally obtained a treasure in the ruins, which can wash away the impurities in your cultivation and help you. Continue the path of spiritual practice again!”

Seeing the sloppy master handing over a treasured grass with a smile on his face and a look of disapproval, completely ignoring the dangers he encountered, Fang Xuan couldn't help but feel slightly silent in his heart.

"Disciple Long Jing, thank you Master for your love!" Fang Xuan took a deep breath and said respectfully.

This person treated him like this, which really moved him a little.

At this moment, Fang Xuan looked at Zhao Yuming who was smiling, and Zhao Zhuzhu and others who were all looking at him with a smile, and for the first time, he felt a sense of belonging, or a sense of identity.

Zhao Yuming glared at Gu Chang angrily, then said with a smile to Fang Xuan: "Don't listen to their nonsense, it's just a washing herb, who dares to stop me? Who can stop me?"

For this grass, Zhao Yuming almost died in that ruined ancient city.

Zhao Yuming was so proud that he took out the gift specially prepared for Fang Xuan - the Divine Washing Grass.

He turned his right hand over, and a three-leaf black grass fell into his palm.

When he entered the Bihaiyun Sect, he never thought that he would be involved with these people.

Looking at the sacred cleaning grass, Fang Xuan's smile faded slightly, and he looked at Zhao Yuming with a complicated look.

At this point, Zhao Yuming saw that Fang Xuan had a look on his face where he couldn't laugh or cry, but when it came to the rhetoric on his lips, he could no longer say it. He clenched his fist and coughed:

Inexplicable.

People's hearts are all made of flesh. He asked himself that his chance encounter with Zhao Yuming was far from a close relationship between master and disciple.

"What are you talking about? You're talking too much!"

Zhao Yuming changed the topic and showed a mysterious smile.

For those people, if I take a little action, it is their limit. "

"Anyway, Jing'er, don't take it to heart. Just practice hard. Don't be mentally burdened."

He always regarded himself as a passer-by. After getting what he needed, he left quietly without leaving any trace.

"Okay, after entering the gate of my ninth courtyard, we are a family. Don't use those vain polite words. Let's eat, eat!" Zhao Yuming pulled Fang Xuan to sit down in a free and easy manner, and continued:
"The food made by Zhuzhu is still to my liking. In the past few days at the ruins of the ancient city, my stomach has been suffering a lot!"

Everyone laughed together.

Finished eating.

Under the clear light of the bright moon, clear springs flow on the rocks.

Fang Xuan said goodbye to Zhao Yuming: "Master, if you can wash the sacred grass here, my apprentice will go to practice first and strive for an early breakthrough."

Zhao Yuming nodded. When Fang Xuan turned around, he seemed to remember something and said, "By the way, the sect leader will hold a sect meeting in Shanmen Square tomorrow. All disciples must attend in person. Remember not to miss the time."

"Sect Master?" Fang Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Strange to say, since he entered the Bihaiyun Sect, he has never seen the master of the Bihaiyun Sect. He only knows that his name is Zhuang Changdao, and he is the ninth master of the Bihaiyun Sect.

On weekdays, whether they are the disciples of Bihaiyun Sect or the head of the elders, all matters, no matter how big or small, are reported to the Fifth Qingyue.

This Zhuang Sect Master has a very low sense of existence.

Shaking his head, Fang Xuan resigned without thinking too much.

Looking at Fang Xuan's leaving figure, Zhao Yuming frowned slightly and murmured to himself in confusion:

"It's strange. The sect leader hasn't come out for many years and has been in seclusion. Why does he suddenly come out to hold a sect conference at this time?"

That night, visit Whale Lake. Fang Xuan sat cross-legged, with gold flowing in his eyes, and his vertical pupils seemed to be burning like magma, as if he was about to swallow up the world, showing the majesty of the king like an abyss or a prison, which was beyond doubt.

"瓓."

Fang Xuan took a long breath, softly summoned the urn, and looked at the new introduction of Crimson King Tong.

[Spell: Crimson King Eye (reaching the pinnacle)]

【Progress: 0/3000】

[Method of growth: If you are wrong, you will get little help, but if you are right, you will get many help! With prestige added to your body, your destiny will come true! 】

[Introduction: The emperor's way appears as a true dragon, and the world unleashes murderous intent! 】

According to the information on the paper, the next step is to continue to improve the Crimson King Pupil, which is roughly to gain prestige and increase the progress value of the Crimson King Pupil.

"Gain prestige." Fang Xuan thought for a while and realized that this was not difficult.

The capital of prestige is strength. In this bottomless world, you only need to base yourself on your own strength and then continue to show it!

Naturally, you will accumulate a steady stream of prestige! !

He himself is famous, and with his entire dragon whale army, he doesn't have to worry about gaining prestige.

So Fang Xuan made up his mind and continued to practice.

The tide ebbs and flows in the whale lake. The big whale suddenly jumps up and then falls into the water, bringing with it a sky-high snow-colored water splash!

Watch the long whale leaping into the sea and increase your cultivation.

[You visualized a long whale leaping into the sea, the progress of the dragon whale skill +1]

[You visualized a long whale leaping into the sea, the progress of the dragon whale skill +1]

Day two.

In the early morning, the morning mist fills the air and the sun rises in the east.

Dang~~~~.

An ancient and melodious sound of bell-ringing, like the sound of Sanskrit, swept through the entire Bihaiyun Sect with the wind.

Today, the mountain gate is already crowded with people, rubbing shoulders, and making it noisy and crowded.

A disciple of the Bihaiyun Sect was wearing a snow-white shirt with waves and water patterns embroidered on the hem, and his waist was tied tightly with a white jade belt.

They looked at the high platform built on the mountain gate and the empty seats, and couldn't help but whisper to each other.

"We haven't seen the sect master for several years, right? Isn't the sect master recuperating in seclusion? Why did he come out?"

"Also, what about Senior Sister? Isn't it usually the Senior Sister who presides over sect meetings?"

"Yes, it's been several days since I mentioned it, and I haven't seen Senior Sister!"

"It's strange that I'm not used to the absence of Senior Sister."

"Do you think this sect meeting is related to the ruins of the ancient city a few days ago?"

"Speaking of which, what changes have taken place in the ruined ancient city? Some people say they heard the roar of dragons that shook the world, and others saw a white jade female Buddha emerging. I don't know whether it is true or not."

"Hey, the sect suffered heavy losses in the last dispute over the maritime ruins. I'm afraid there will be big changes in the sect next..."

In front of the mountain gate, the major disciples and even the heads of the elders were all discussing in low voices. Some even speculated that there would be changes in the sect, and their expressions became worried.

"Quiet, welcome the sect master quickly!"

At this moment, an old shout sounded.

In front of the mountain gate, countless disciples and elders quickly looked up.

I saw the long steps paved with white jade on the mountain gate.

A skinny middle-aged man with sunken eye sockets and protruding cheekbones. He looked like he was still middle-aged, but had signs of premature aging and his hair was dull. He was slightly stooped and walked step by step with his hands behind his back.

Behind him, Qin Tianzhong, the head of the first academy who had escaped from the ruins of the ancient city, was half a step behind and followed respectfully.

next moment.

Following the skinny middle-aged man, he sat behind the seat on the high platform with an expressionless expression.

"I'll wait and welcome the sect master!"

Under the high platform, the disciples of the Blue Sea Yun Sect, all in darkness, bent down and saluted one after another, like waves of wheat blown by the wind.

For a moment, the voice of respectful greetings to the sect master was as loud as a mountain roaring and a tsunami!
(End of this chapter)