Changsheng: My qualifications improve a little bit every day

Fang Yue's strength was indeed beyond their expectations, but this also strengthened their determination to draw Fang Yue to the Shadow Pavilion.

"Fang Yue, your strength is indeed good, but do you think you can compete with our Shadow Pavilion in this way?"

The man in green said coldly, with a hint of threat in his tone.

When Fang Yue heard this, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in green: "Oh? If you have any other tricks in the Shadow Pavilion, just use them!"

The man in green and the mysterious master looked at each other, then nodded in unison.

The next moment, the two figures disappeared from the place at the same time, as if blending into the darkness.

Fang Yue frowned slightly, with all his senses fully activated, looking for traces of the two of them. At the same time, he was also secretly vigilant to prevent them from making a sudden attack.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a sound broke through the air, and the figure of the man in green emerged from the darkness, holding a dagger with a cold light in his hand, and stabbed Fang Yue straight into the chest.

Fang Yue dodged and avoided the attack of the man in Tsing Yi, and at the same time punched the man in Tsing Yi on the side of the face. However, the man in Tsing Yi seemed to have expected it, and he leaned slightly to avoid Fang Yue's counterattack.

At the same time, the figure of the mysterious master also swept out from another direction and slapped Fang Yue on the back.

Fang Yue only felt a strong wind coming from behind. He rushed forward quickly and avoided the mysterious master's sneak attack. At the same time, he turned around and punched the mysterious master in the chest.

But the mysterious master was as slippery as a loach, dodging Fang Yue's attack in a flash.

The two fought quickly for several rounds in the dark, but each time they were resolved deftly by Fang Yue.

When the man in Tsing Yi and the mysterious master saw this, their expressions became a little solemn.

They originally thought that they could easily defeat Fang Yue with the cooperation of the two, but now it seems that is not the case.

"Is this all you can do in Shadow Pavilion?"

Fang Yue's sarcastic voice sounded in the darkness, making the faces of the Tsing Yi man and the mysterious master even more ugly.

"Hmph! Fang Yue, don't be too proud!"

The man in green snorted coldly, and then disappeared into the darkness again.

This time his figure was even more erratic, as if he had merged with the darkness.

Fang Yue stood there, frowning.

He opened all his senses and tried to capture the breath of those two people, but the result surprised him.

The auras of those two people disappeared completely, as if they had never existed.

"How is this possible?"

Fang Yue secretly thought in his heart, he knew that the Qingyi people and the mysterious master were both strong, and it was not easy to completely hide their aura.

Unless they have any special means or secret methods.

He had to admire that Shadow Pavilion's methods were indeed endless.

But this is not the time to admire the other party. Fang Yue knows that he cannot take it lightly.

Although the breath of those two people disappeared, it did not mean that they had left.

Maybe they were hiding in a corner, waiting for an opportunity to give him a fatal blow.

Thinking of this, Fang Yue became more vigilant.

He looked around, trying to find any trace of the two men.

But the room was dark, and there was no other sound except his own breathing.

Fang Yue pondered secretly in his heart, considering the next countermeasures.

"Those two assassins are here, don't let them escape!" At this moment, there was a noise outside the yard.

Fang Yue raised his eyebrows, realizing that the two people had already escaped.

No wonder there is no scent of them here.

Immediately, he moved and quickly came to the window, opened the window and looked out.

I saw the fire outside the courtyard soaring into the sky, and a group of soldiers holding torches surrounded the courtyard.

There was a look of solemnity on their faces, and their eyes scanned the surroundings warily, as if they were looking for something.

Fang Yue secretly thought, "They came so fast." He knew that these soldiers should be coming for the Tsing Yi man and the mysterious master, or maybe they were attracted by these two people.

Fang Yue snorted coldly, knowing that he couldn't be exposed yet, so he quickly moved away in a flash.

He quickly shuttled through the night, avoiding the search of the soldiers.

He knew that since he had fallen out with the Shadow Pavilion, his identity might have been exposed.

The other courtyard where King Wu Cheng recruited talents can no longer go back, and he can only find another place to hide.

Fang Yue shuttled through the night like a ghost, quickly calculating his next plan in his mind.

He knew that he must find a safe hiding place as soon as possible, and at the same time find a way to find out the movements of the Shadow Pavilion to prevent them from attacking him again.

Soon after, he came to a bustling market.

By this time, the sky was getting brighter, and the crowds in the market had begun to bustle with activity. Fang Yue mingled among the crowd and secretly observed the situation around him. He found that he had escaped the pursuit of those soldiers, but the threat from the Shadow Pavilion still existed, and he must remain highly vigilant.

After walking around the market, Fang Yue came to an inconspicuous inn. He looked up at the inn's sign and walked in.

The inn was bustling with people, and there was an endless stream of people and traders from all walks of life. Fang Yue found a remote corner to sit down, ordered a pot of tea, and waited quietly.

This is a contact point for Si Tianjian. If his identity is exposed, he can come here to seek help.

Fang Yue drank tea while secretly observing his surroundings. The people in the inn were talking about various topics. He pricked up his ears, trying to capture some useful information. However, most people are just chatting, talking about interesting things and gossips in the world, without any substantive content.

However, Fang Yue was not discouraged. He knew that in a place like this, sometimes one had to wait patiently to gain something.

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe caught Fang Yue's attention. This man was sitting alone in the corner with a gloomy expression, his eyes scanning everyone in the inn from time to time, as if he was looking for something.

Fang Yue's heart moved, and he secretly used his senses to try to detect the man's aura. However, he was surprised to find that the man's breath was so weak that it was almost difficult to detect.

"Master!"

Fang Yue secretly thought in his heart, he knew that the strength of a person who could hide his aura to this extent should not be underestimated. He guessed that this man was probably from the Shadow Pavilion, so he secretly became vigilant.

Sure enough, not long after, the man stood up and walked out of the inn.

At this time, a woman in a blue dress came and sat down next to Fang Yue.

"That's Nan Wuming, a master from the Shadow Pavilion."

The woman in green said softly, with a hint of solemnity in her tone, "He is good at concealment and assassination, and his strength should not be underestimated. However, he is not here to find you."

"Oh? Then why is he here?" Fang Yue raised his eyebrows slightly and asked curiously.

The woman in green clothes shook her head gently: "I don't know the details, but the Shadow Pavilion has always been secretive, and every step has its own meaning. Nan Wuming must have an important mission when he appears here. But, does this mission have anything to do with you? , further observation is needed.”

Fang Yue nodded, expressing understanding. He knew very well that Shadow Pavilion's operating style had always hidden secrets and should not be underestimated.

The woman in green clothes continued: "My name is Qing Luo, I am also from Si Tianjian, and I am the person in charge here. Mr. Fang, your identity has been exposed, and King Wu Cheng has begun to arrest you."

"We will arrange a new identity for you here."

"New identity?" Fang Yue was slightly stunned, and then understood what Qing Luo meant. He knew that the identity he had disguised before could no longer be used, otherwise it would probably cause more trouble. Changing a new identity is indeed a good idea.

"That's right, a new identity."

Qing Luo nodded and said seriously, "Master Fang, you are now a key member of our Si Tianjian. This mission is extremely important. I will arrange a new identity for you so that you can stay here safely. . At the same time, I will report your situation to the superiors and send additional manpower."

"At the same time, I will also provide you with some necessary support and resources to ensure that you can successfully complete this mission." Qingluo added.

When Fang Yue heard this, his heart warmed. He knew that Qing Luo was thinking about him, his safety and mission. He immediately held up his hands and thanked her: "Thank you very much, Miss Qingluo, for your help. Fang is very grateful."

Qing Luo smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Fang is too polite. Since we all work for the imperial court, we should support each other."

Qing Luo thought for a moment, and then continued: "The new identity needs to be carefully considered without any omissions. I will arrange a reasonable background story for you so that you can integrate into this new identity. At the same time, I will also You prepare some necessary documents and tokens to prove your identity.”

"In addition, I will also arrange some people to divert the attention of King Wu Cheng and Blood Dragon Platform." Qing Luo added, with a hint of determination in her tone.

Fang Yue nodded slightly after hearing this: "Miss Qingluo, your plan is very thorough."

In the next few days, Fang Yue was temporarily arranged to a house in the east of the city.

At the same time, word began to spread that Prince Wucheng's palace would take out the Great Dragon Pill as a reward for the winner of the talent competition.

Fang Yue was inside the house, but he was not completely isolated from the outside world.

Through the channels provided by Qingluo, he always paid attention to the trends of the outside world, especially the news about the talent competition in Prince Wucheng's palace.

"As a reward for the Great Dragon Pill, King Wu Cheng really spent a lot of money this time."

Fang Yue secretly thought that he was also full of curiosity and desire for this legendary magic pill.

However, he knows better that this competition will definitely attract countless martial arts masters to participate, and the fierce competition can be imagined.

And now that his identity has been exposed, it may not be easy to participate in the competition.

At this moment, Qing Luo's figure appeared in front of him.

"Mr. Fang, you already know the news about the talent competition, right?" Qingluo asked straight to the point.

Fang Yue nodded: "It's hard not to know about such a big thing."

Qing Luo smiled slightly and continued: "Master Fang, I know you are very interested in this competition. However, your identity is sensitive now, and it is not easy for you to participate in the competition. However, don't worry, I will help you Arrange everything so that you can participate in the competition smoothly. "

When Fang Yue heard this, he felt happy.

He is well aware of Qing Luo's ability, and with her help, his participation in the competition will probably be secure.

"Thank you so much, Miss Qingluo." Fang Yue cupped his hands and thanked her, with a look of gratitude on his face.

Qing Luo waved her hand, signaling to Fang Yue that there was no need to be polite.

She continued: "I will forge a new identity for you so that you can participate in the competition in the name of another person. At the same time, I will also prepare some necessary documents and tokens for you to deal with possible interrogations."

"Okay, this is the arrangement for the time being. In three days, my people will take Brother Fang to the competition venue."

"I understand, Miss Qingluo, everything is at your discretion." Fang Yue nodded.

For the next three days, Fang Yue practiced peacefully in the house, adjusted his condition, and prepared for the upcoming competition.

He knew that this competition was not only related to his honor and future, but also a rare opportunity for learning and communication.

He hopes to take this opportunity to compete with more martial arts masters to improve his martial arts skills.

Three days later, Qing Luo's men arrived as scheduled and led Fang Yue to the venue for the talent competition.

Fang Yue put on a brand new blue gown and wore an exquisite mask on his face, completely hiding his true face.

He was secretly glad that with this new identity provided by Qingluo, he could finally participate in the competition openly.

The competition venue was bustling with people. In addition to the talents found by King Wucheng's search envoy, there were also many heroes and knights who came after hearing the news.

These people in the world, either alone or in groups, all want to show off their skills in this talent competition and compete for the legendary Big Dragon Pill.

In the center of the venue is a huge arena, surrounded by densely packed audience seats. At this time, the auditorium was full of people, and everyone was looking forward to the start of the game.

As a bell rang, the competition officially began, and Fang Yue also entered the competition venue.

His appearance did not cause much of a sensation. After all, there were many people present, and he was just an insignificant contestant.

However, Fang Yue didn't care about this. He focused on the competition in the ring, looking for opponents worth learning from.

One fight after another, Fang Yue also took the stage to compete for several games, and he won easily without revealing his true strength.

He has been observing secretly, waiting for the real master to appear.

Finally, in the middle of the game, a tall man with a stern face walked onto the ring.

He was holding a long sword and exuded a fierce aura that no one dared to underestimate.

A glint flashed in Fang Yue's eyes, and he recognized that this man was the Shadow Pavilion master he met in the inn before - Nan Wuming.

"Nan Wu Ming, he is indeed here."

Fang Yue thought to himself, but his face remained calm.

He knows that this fight will be a real contest and he must go all out.

Nan Wuming stood on the ring, his eyes like daggers scanning the people in the audience.

His appearance made the originally noisy venue quiet, and everyone held their breath.

This person's strength is just the aftermath of his momentum, making people fearful and afraid to look at him.

"Does anyone dare to fight with me?"

Nan Wuming said coldly, his tone full of provocation.

Everyone in the audience looked at each other in shock, and for a while no one dared to come on stage to challenge.

When Fang Yue saw this, he sneered secretly in his heart. He knew that Nan Wuming's move was to test everyone present, to see who would dare to challenge him.

"Since no one dares to challenge you, let me teach you your clever tricks."

A clear voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the venue.

Everyone followed the sound and saw a man wearing a green gown and a mask on his face slowly walking onto the ring.

"Is it him?"

"Who is this person? How dare you challenge Nan Wuming?"

"I don't know. I have never seen this person before. Is he a new member of the martial arts world?"

Everyone in the audience was talking a lot, and they were all curious about the masked man who suddenly appeared.

Nan Wuming also narrowed his eyes and looked at the opponent in front of him.

He could feel a good aura from the other person. It was obvious that this person was not an ordinary person, but he did not take this person seriously.

In his opinion, no matter who the opponent is, they cannot be his opponent.

"Hmph! Since you dare to challenge me on stage, let me see how strong you are."

Nan Wuming snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand was already unsheathed, pointing at the masked man.