Returning to the Sword Saint Gate, Yagyu sat on the bed.
Elder Chi Yandan couldn't suppress the confusion in his heart and said: "Master, why did you hold back?"
"The strong enemy is approaching, why don't I hold back?" Yagyu raised his eyelids and said calmly.
"Strong enemy?" Chi Yandan was puzzled. Everything around him was normal. Where did the strong enemy come from?
Chi Yandan is also a smart person. He thought for a moment and then reacted.
Just when Yagyu took action, two extremely powerful qi forces did appear. These two qi forces appeared very cleverly. The violent wind covered up the qi forces, so much so that even Akahiko Dan, the top expert on the Dragon List, did not notice it.
Keeping Elijah was to give face to these two strong men. As for the ape-like barbarian, killing him was purely to establish his power.
The Sword Saint Sect also has the rules of the Sword Saint Sect, and not everyone can do whatever they want.
At this time, Liu Sheng opened his eyes again: "The breath of those two masters is somewhat familiar. Could it be those two immortals?"
After saying something puzzled, Yagyu closed his eyes and fell into trance again. In the Luofeng Canyon, Elijah's tears had dried up. She struggled to drag the little monkey's body away, trying to take him away.
Elijah was startled when her vest became hot. When she looked back, she saw a masked man pressing his palm against her vest.
"Don't talk, do your exercises to heal your injuries!" The masked man's voice sounded old, and the internal energy in his palms surged like the Yangtze River pouring into his body.
Elijah gathered her mind and fully accepted this internal force. After about a cup of tea, she recovered as before and stood up in high spirits.
"Are you ---" Elijah asked doubtfully.
"It doesn't matter who I am. Some things are not what you imagine. Remember there is hope for everything in life."
After the masked man said these words, he disappeared like a whirlwind. Elijah chewed the masked man's light carefully, confused and confused.
Fang Tianhao died, and so did the little monkey. His heart was as empty as the sea, and he only thought about fighting to the death with Liu Sheng for relief. The words of the masked man were full of mysteries. What hope was he referring to? Could it be that
Said---Ilia shook her head, she picked up the little monkey's body, and slowly walked out of the Sword Saint Valley---Jin Huang Fang's house. Fang Ming was sitting on the sofa, with Jin Feng pillow on her lap, eating.
with a bunch of purple grapes.
"Is this the end?" Jin Feng blinked, very dissatisfied with Fang Ming's attitude.
Fang Ming sighed, spread his hands and said, "Of course it's over. You should understand that not every story has an ending."
Jinfeng is a criminal detective, and she believes that the ultimate goal of reasoning is to find the answer. Who killed Attila? Why did he appear in the Vulcan Temple?
At least Jin Feng can be sure that the person who killed Atila had absolutely no ill intentions towards Fang Ming. With this person's shocking martial arts, I am afraid that all the people present combined are no match for him.
Thinking of this, Jin Feng's back felt cold, and she suddenly turned over and sat up, holding Fang Ming's face in her hands and looking at it carefully.
"What for?" Fang Ming rolled his eyes and touched Jinfeng's buttocks with malicious intent.
Jinfeng knocked his hand off and said, "You are in danger this time. Fortunately, that person is not your enemy."
"Yes, fortunately he is not!" Fang Ming nodded in agreement. The only thing he could rely on on the battlefield was his own strength. It seemed that he had to practice harder.
Jinfeng was lying on Fang Ming's lap again. She was wearing a pink silk nightgown with a very low neckline, and she could glimpse the pink lace bra inside. The two jade rabbits wrapped around her were round and plump, lovable.
Fang Ming's heartbeat was pounding. He suddenly hugged Jinfeng, kissed her plump lips, pressed his hands on her chest, and kneaded her gently.
Feeling the fiery passion, Jinfeng suddenly turned over and sat up, wrapping herself around Fang Ming like a snake.
Reunited after a long absence, the two were immersed in wonderful passion and joy, enjoying every kiss and caress.
Suddenly, a very wild call burst out from Jin Feng's throat, and both of them reached the boiling point.
Everything returned to calm, Jin Feng lay on the sofa with his eyes half closed, already asleep.
Fang Ming took a blanket, put it on Jinfeng, and then walked out gently.
Passing through the corridor and a flowerbed with lush seedlings, Fang Ming came to the courtyard in the southwest corner, where his grandfather lived.
Before this expedition, my grandfather said that I would meet him after victory.
Grandpa is a fierce soldier. He advocates honor and pursues victory in his life. If he cannot win this time, Fang Ming will not go to see his grandfather.
Gently opening the door, he came to his grandfather's study. Fang Ming stood with his head bowed and his breathing was very low.
"Back?" Fang Mingzhen nodded towards his grandson. Fang Ming found that his grandfather had more gray hair than before and his wrinkles were a little deeper.
Fuzhen stood up, walked up to his grandson, and patted his shoulder with his strong arms.
Soldiers are silent most of the time, and silence is a kind of power.
Fizhen retracted his hand, opened the drawer and took out an iron box: "This was left by your father, and now it's time to hand it over to you."
Fang Tianhao has accumulated huge wealth and connections for the Fang family over the years, and some things will not disappear with his death. Fang Ming knows that these things are the wealth that the Fang family relies on, and his grandfather's determination to give them to him means that
Complete trust in yourself.
With blood surging in his chest, Fang Ming respectfully put away the iron box and retreated.
Carefully holding the iron box, as if holding a sacred object, Fang Ming carried it all the way to his father's room.
There was a portrait of Tianhao on the wall. Fang Ming respectfully kowtowed three times to his father's portrait, and then opened the iron box.
Inside the iron box is a key. The shape of the key is very strange, like a running wild wolf.
Fang Ming walked to the bedroom and opened the bedside drawer. There was a circle of dragon-shaped patterns inside. Fang Ming stretched out his hand and rubbed through the patterns, channeling his own internal energy in a certain order.
After everything was completed, Fang Ming broke out in a profuse sweat, as if he was exhausted.
This patterned mechanism may seem ordinary, but it was actually carefully designed by Fang Tianhao. The person who can activate the mechanism must have at least a quarter of his internal strength.
"Creak!" Accompanied by a small crackling sound, the wall on the side cracked a crack wide enough for one person.
Fang Ming ducked in, the door of the secret room closed, and everything was dark.
With a sudden leap, countless flames shone all around, and a corridor appeared in front of Fang Ming.
The corridor is paved with marble, and there are hanging torches on both sides of the corridor. There is a slight air flow in the corridor, blowing the flames and swaying constantly.
Fang Ming walked forward for about tens of meters, and felt that his eyes suddenly became brighter.
A stone cave with a diameter of ten meters appears in front of you. The cave is equipped with tables, chairs and pans, and it even has modern toilets and bathrooms. Above the cave roof is a naturally formed cave entrance, like a huge funnel. In order to prevent wind and rain from entering
The hole is covered with a huge piece of transparent glass, and only a small door is opened on one side of the glass for people to enter and exit in case of emergency.
The stone chamber is not the end of the entire secret chamber. There are two more corridors in the southwest corner of the stone chamber.
The corridor on the left said "Sword Way", and on the right was "Sword Way". Fang Ming thought about it and entered the "Sword Way".
There are no longer torches on both sides of the corridor, but luminous pearls the size of dragon's eyes, making the entire corridor shine brightly.
With so many luminous pearls used for lighting, the wealth created by Fang Tianhao can be seen. What is even more surprising is that grooves were dug on both sides of the corridor, and a shining sword was placed in each groove.
There are hundreds of Miao knives, Tang knives, Burmese knives, Japanese samurai swords, and nine-ring knives. Under each of these knives is a booklet of sword techniques.
Fang Ming was dazzled, as if he had entered a real and confusing dream.
At the end of the knife path is a wall with a knife embedded in the center of the wall.
This knife is really ordinary. It is two and a half long and four fingers wide. From a distance, it looks like a knife used to kill cattle.
Fang Ming walked over and picked up the knife. He felt the coldness was overwhelming and his arms sank involuntarily.
Picking up the knife, there is a page below with a line of words written on it: "Since I started practicing martial arts, I have used no less than a hundred famous knives, but this Jie Niu knife is difficult to control---Fashion Cloud!"
Fang Ming was shocked. He thought for a moment and put down the Ox-Relieving Sword, retreated to the other side of the corridor, and started practicing with the first Five Tiger Soul-Severing Sword.
Apart from eating and sleeping, Fang Ming was immersed in martial arts practice.
After a month, I feel that my sword skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and I have mastered three Miao knives.
Speaking of the Miao knife, it is a weapon used by the Miao people in fighting. This kind of knife is extremely powerful, and its skills are fierce and difficult to understand.
It took Fang Ming half a month to fully comprehend the Miao Dao technique. In the second month, Fang Ming made a bold decision to let Fang Wenqiang and Zhu Xiaoyao enter the secret room to practice together and study together.