Shuttle Gate of All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms

Chapter 109 The log cabin where Wu Yazi lives?
choke!
Murong Fu's eyes are venomous, his long sword is as fast as lightning!
Pointing at Fang Chen's throat!

At this moment, Murong Fu was extremely angry.

In fact, he was very jealous of Fang Chen. After Fang Chen let him go that day, he thought about revenge all the time.

He knew that Fang Chen's martial arts were mediocre, and he couldn't beat him with that kind of sharp weapon that flew in the sky.

Right now, Fang Chen didn't seem to bring that kind of flying weapon!
As long as he can be restrained in an instant, the shame of that day can be avenged!
At that time, won't Xingfu Dayan get twice the result with half the effort if he gets his flying weapon?
In fact, Murong Fu was so focused on solving the chess game just now that he didn't pay attention to the battle between Fang Chen and Jiumozhi, and he didn't know that the ugly monk he threw out was Jiumozhi who had lost half of his skills.

If he knew that Fang Chen had just beaten Jiumozhi half his life, he wouldn't be confident that he could kill Fang Chen.

"Brother Fang, get out of the way!"

"Cousin, don't hurt Brother Fang!"

Not far away, Wang Yuyan saw Murong Fu stabbing Fang Chen's throat with his sword. The speed of the sword was much more cunning than before, so she immediately sounded a reminder.

Regarding Wang Yuyan's words, Murong Fu was not moved at all.

"Murong Fu, I will spare your life. You didn't hide far away, but you came here to seek death!" Fang Chen narrowed his eyes. I spared you just once because I took your Diu Zhuan Xing Yi. If you don't cherish it, then There is no second time.

"Die!"

Fang Chen snorted coldly, and when Murong Fu's long sword was an inch away from his throat, he raised his hand and grabbed his sword, pulled it violently, and with a bang, the long sword broke!

"Empty hand into white blade! How is this possible?"

Seeing that Fang Chen actually grabbed his long sword with his bare hands and broke it.

Murong Fu's eyes widened, showing disbelief.

"What a powerful horizontal kung fu!"

"This sword should not be Fantie, but it was broken by this person. His physical strength is really terrifying!"

"Could it be, the iron cloth shirt he cultivated, the golden bell cover?"

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At this moment, not only Murong Fu was surprised, Su Xinghe, Duan Yanqing, Xue Muhua, Xuan Nan, and the two young men with extraordinary bearing all looked at Fang Chen in surprise.

At the moment when Murong Fu was stunned and everyone was surprised.

Fang Chen slapped out a palm, and it landed on Murong Fu's chest. With the use of the Beiming Divine Art, a strong suction enveloped Murong Fu!

"No!"

I felt that the internal force in my whole body was rushing away like the Yellow River breaking its embankment.

Murong Fu struggled desperately, but how could he break free?

"This is the Beiming Divine Art! My Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts!"

Su Xinghe looked at Murong Fu who was trembling all over, his shrewd eyes were full of joy.

Looking at Fang Chen was like seeing a peerless treasure.

"Evil thief, let go of my master!"

"Let go!"

"Let go!"

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Four figures rushed towards them, but it was Murong Fu's four slaves, Bao BuTong, four people came to rescue them.

Before Murong Fu singled out this young man, they were afraid of being infamous as a bully, but now that the master is in danger, they don't care about it.

"You don't want him to die, just come up directly!"

Fang Chen grabbed Murong Fu, absorbed his inner energy crazily, swung his body around, and used it as a weapon to block the four slaves.

"Brother Fang, for Yu Yan's sake, let Young Master Murong go?"

At this moment, Wang Yuyan who was at the side stepped forward to plead for mercy.

For some reason, Wang Yuyan changed the title of cousin to Mr. Murong.

"I, you bitch, Murong Fu don't need your pleading!" Seeing Wang Yuyan coming to plead, Murong Fu cursed viciously with a look of resentment on his face.

"Have mercy and forgiveness!"

Suddenly an old shout came.

Following the sound, a masked man in black flew like a big bird from the nearby pine forest.

Shoot Fang Chen with a volley of palms!

Wherever the palm wind passes, the leaves are rolled up all over the sky, extremely fierce!

Fang Chen grabbed Murong Fu's hand and blocked his body towards the man in black!

"what!!"

A miserable scream came.

Fang Chen only felt a lightness in his hand, and found that he was holding Murong Fu's severed hand!
Looking up, Murong Fu and the masked man in black had disappeared in the valley.

"What a ruthless person!"

Fang Chen's eyes couldn't help turning cold, the man in black cut off Murong Fu's arm just now to save Murong Fu!

However, although this person is ruthless, it is the best way to save Murong Fu.

Otherwise, his fate is to be sucked dry.

"Who is this person? Martial arts are so high!"

Fang Chen's eyes froze, this man's martial arts seemed to be on par with Jiumozhi, or even a little stronger!
"Young man, I have something to ask, is it okay?"

Just when Fang Chen's heart trembled, Su Xinghe who was on the side stepped forward and cupped his hands.

"Mr. Su, what's the matter, I will tell you everything."

Fang Chen smiled warmly.

But he knew that in order to kill Ding Chunqiu, a traitor, Wu Yazi had been looking for a young man with good looks and good aptitude to be his heir.

30 years and not available.

When he was about to die, he had no choice but to ask Su Xinghe to set up a Zhenlong chess game to find someone who was barely qualified.

"Young Xia used the Beiming Divine Art just now?"

Su Xinghe said expectantly.

The young man in front of him has superb martial arts, strong physical body, and has also practiced the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School, the Beiming Divine Art. It is very likely that he is the disciple of the other two masters!
If this is the case, there will be a successor to the Xiaoyao Sect!

"good."

Fang Chen said calmly.

Having practiced the Beiming Divine Art, with his current strength, he is not afraid of anyone snatching him.

"What? This Brother Fang is also practicing Beiming Divine Art?!" Duan Yu's eyes widened. Could it be that he is the descendant of the fairy sister?
Or has he also been to the bottom of Wuliang Mountain?

"I don't know the name of the young hero, please let me know." Su Xinghe bowed deeply again.

"Could it be that Wu Yazi asked him to ask?"

Fang Chen was taken aback for a moment, but he knew that Wu Yazi was not dead, he was in the wooden house at the back, maybe he was watching him inside, and he used sound transmission to get Su Xinghe to ask him about himself.

Thinking of this, Fang Chen smiled warmly. "My surname is Fang and my name is Chen. People in the Jianghu are called 'Bai Xiaosheng', and they know everything in the Jianghu!"

For the sake of Wu Yazi's 70-year internal strength, let's keep a low profile first.

"Fang Shaoxia, can I take a step to speak?"

Su Xinghe froze for a moment, Fang Chen made a gesture of invitation.

"Oh?"

Fang Chen's eyes lit up, and he said immediately. "Can."

Immediately following behind Su Xinghe, he walked towards the wooden house.

This is a wooden house without doors and windows. The wood outside is rotten and weeds are overgrown at the door. Obviously, no one has entered or exited for a long time.

Although there are no doors and windows, Fang Chen does not believe that there is no such thing as a tunnel mechanism.

After all, the Xiaoyao faction claims to involve all kinds of arts, and organs are what it is good at.

"It looks like Wu Yazi is going to test me personally!"

Just as Fang Chen thought of this, Su Xinghe squeaked, pushed open the wooden door of the wooden house, and walked in. Fang Chen glanced around, and at the same time, the Beiming Divine Art was running to prevent unexpected crises.

"Wait a minute!"

At this moment, a person with big sleeves fluttered over, it was Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu frowned. "Boy, this is the important portal of our sect, how can you, an outsider, enter without permission?"

After Ding Chunqiu finished speaking, he slapped it out with one palm!
The strong wind hit Fang Chen's vest.

"Old thief, you're looking for death!" Fang Chen was furious, and he punched out with both fists, absorbing half of Jiumozhi's and Murong Fu's skills. He felt the internal energy in his body surging and churning, and he was looking for a place to vent.

Two invisible pillars of energy rushed out!

Ding Chunqiu was terrified when he saw this, he wanted to escape but it was too late!
boom!
Ding Chunqiu backed up five or six steps with vigor all over the place, a smear of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Where the surrounding energy swept, the weeds instantly withered and turned yellow.

(End of this chapter)