The Art of the Great Sword

In this world of great strife, it is difficult for the forces of the Zhou Dynasty headed by Zhou Tai to participate in the struggle. If Fang Qingyang had not helped them in time, they would have been destroyed by the Liu clan forces.

However, this is also the only way to grow.

How difficult is it for the Zhou Dynasty to stand on the top of Dongzhou and unify Dongzhou?

If you were not strong enough in the past, you could only work hard to improve and catch up with others.

Zhou Tai had already been prepared.

He wants to be the King of Longxing and bring the Zhou Dynasty to unprecedented heights, so he has to work harder than Taizu Zhou.

"Qingyang, I heard that the competition outside for the luck of becoming a saint has reached a stage where it is in full swing. How is your harvest?"

The two took a break from their busy schedule to sit down and chat.

Fang Qingyang took out the tea set from Najie and cooked tea around the stove.

"I now possess the luck of becoming a saint."

Fang Qingyang smiled and said, "But this is not enough. The Liu Clan has already regarded me as a thorn in their flesh. If I am not in the Holy Land, I will not be able to rest!"

"You can't do it even if the Huo family protects you?"

Zhou Tai was surprised.

"The Huo family is not as good as the Liu family. Besides, they only promised to help protect you, but they can't go all out for you. In the end, you still have to rely on yourself."

Fang Qingyang made two cups of tea and sighed, "I just hate that I have too little time."

Many princes around him felt their hearts palpitate.

Yes, there is too little time.

If there was enough time, Fang Qingyang would have already reached the holy realm, right?

He has all the talents to enter the holy realm.

Even the luck of becoming a saint has been gathered.

You know, when he was forced to leave the Zhou Dynasty, he barely managed to save his life under the protection of Old Man Ye.

Returning now has reached another level.

This growth rate makes people sigh, as if this is all a dream.

"Fortunately, you and I are not enemies."

Zhou Tai couldn't help but laugh and said, "I really feel sorry for the people who are your enemies. They have no idea what kind of being they are facing!"

"Take your time."

Fang Qingyang changed his tone and said, "By the way, how is the Sky Fire Sect lately?"

When he said this, fire burned in his eyes again.

The Tianhuo Sect's persecution of him back then was still vivid in his mind.

Lu Ningwei, Liu Mu!

These two women almost control the Tianhuo Sect, and of course the support of the sect masters and elders is indispensable.

He had even made a vow to return to the Sky Fire Sect one day to make them realize what mistake they had made.

Blood debt must be paid with blood.

"The Sky Fire Sect has always been very powerful. With the deliberate promotion of Liu Mu and Lu Ningwei, several princes have appeared."

Zhou Tai knows all this very well. Due to the existence of Fengyu Tower, he has a lot of extensive information.

"The previous sect leader, Zhang Yun, do you remember? He took many benefits from the Liu clan and voluntarily gave up his throne to Lu Ningwei. Now he serves as the supreme elder in the sect, which is very cool."

"Zhang Yun."

Fang Qingyang narrowed his eyes. When Qi Sandao brought Lu Ningwei to Shangfang's family to break off the engagement, what he held in his hand was the decree of the clan leader Zhang Yun.

Therefore, if we really want to pursue the case, he will not be able to escape his involvement.

"What, you want to go back for revenge?"

Zhou Taiyi raised his eyebrows.

"Um."

Fang Qingyang raised his head and looked into the distance, "This place is not far from Tianhuo Sect. I can just take the time to rush over and have a look."

He spoke softly and calmly, but in fact it contained an unimaginable chill.

Rush back and take a look?

I'm afraid, it's a massacre!

Everyone knows this very well.

"Okay, then let's say goodbye."

Zhou Tai recovered a little from his injury. He stood up and looked into the distance. "I also want to take advantage of this great struggle to rise up. I hope that in the near future, I will have a place in the ranking of the top experts in Dongzhou."

"You already have the heart of a strong man and the heart of an emperor. As long as you persist, you will succeed."

Fang Qingyang looked serious.

The two encouraged each other a few words and said goodbye to each other.

As he was on his way, the middle-aged man in Jian Nei suddenly said, "Didn't you notice that your progress is very fast? It's so fast... far more than your former friends and brothers."

Fang Qingyang was stunned, and carefully recalled these years, it was indeed the case.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Is this a good thing?

Keep getting stronger, definitely.

But the speed of change of people around me is getting faster and faster.

"The road pursued by monks is destined to be a lonely road full of thorns. You should learn to get used to it early."

The middle-aged man said the cruelest words in the plainest voice.

"Master, I will... bring my family and friends to become stronger together!"

Fang Qingyang slowly raised his head, his voice firm and decisive.

The middle-aged man suddenly didn't know what to say.

In all his years in the world, he has never seen such a genius as Fang Qingyang.

The road is lonely, and most of the geniuses are selfish. They will abandon everything and cut off the constraints, just to pursue becoming stronger.

But Fang Qingyang seems to be completely different from them!

"It's difficult."

The middle-aged man exhorts.

"As long as you think about it, it's not difficult."

Fang Qingyang's response was extremely firm.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man said nothing more. The path was chosen by oneself. No matter which path he took, there would be no room for regret in the future.

Since Fang Qingyang is willing to do this, let him go.

A true genius never needs others to influence his thoughts.

Not long after, Fang Qingyang stopped.

Ahead was the familiar mountain gate in his memory.

Tianhuo Sect, here we are!

After such a long time, I returned to Tianhuo Sect again.

There was no pleasure of revenge, nor was there much excitement.

Because Fang Qingyang had already forged the mentality of a strong man, and would not be the same as a young boy who had never seen the world.

This was a natural thing, and he had never doubted his talent.

Returning to Tianhuo Sect was nothing more than doing something... that should have been done a long time ago.

That's all.