Ptoo!

  Murong Fu's eyes were venomous, his long sword swift as lightning!

  Directly pointing at Fang Sheng's throat!

  At this moment, Murong Fu's heart was filled with extreme anger.

  In fact, he was very resentful of Fang Chen, and after being released by Fang Chen that day, he had been thinking about revenge all the time.

  He knew that Fang Chen's martial arts skills were average, but he had those flying weapons in the sky, and he couldn't even hit him.

  It seems that Fang Chen didn't bring that flying device this time!

  Just freeze him for an instant and I can avenge that day's humiliation!

  When the time comes, having his flying machine, won't it be a great success with half the effort?

  Actually, Murong Fu just focused on solving the chess situation and didn't pay attention to the great battle between Fang Chen and Jiumozhi, nor did he know that the ugly monk he threw away was actually Jiumozhi who had lost half of his power.

  If he knew that Fāng Chén had just beaten Mózhī and left him with only half a life, he wouldn't have been so confident in his ability to kill Fāng Chén.

  "Brother Fang, get out of the way quickly!"

  "Third Brother, don't hurt Fang Da Ge!"

  Not far away, Wang Yuyan saw Murong Fu's sword stabbing towards Fang Chen's throat, swift as lightning, the sword move more cunning and venomous than before, and immediately reminded him.

  Murong Fu was completely unmoved by Wang Yu Yan's words.

  "Murong Fu, I spared your life once, but you didn't run far enough and instead came back to seek death!" Fang Chen's eyes narrowed, "At that time, I let you off the hook because you handed over the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi. You don't treasure it, then there won't be a second chance."

  "Die!"

  Fang Chen let out a cold hum, and with his sword just an inch away from Murong Fu's throat, he raised his hand to grab the sword. With a fierce twist, it snapped in two!

  "Empty-handed against a white blade! How is this possible?"

  Fang Chen surprisingly grasped his own long sword with his bare hands and snapped it in two.

  Murong Fu's eyes widened in shock, revealing an expression of utter disbelief.

  "What an incredibly powerful horizontal practice!"

  "This sword shouldn't be ordinary iron, yet it was snapped in two by this person. His physical strength is truly terrifying!"

  "Could it be that he has cultivated the Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Cover?"

  “......”

  At this moment, it was not only Murong Fu who was surprised, but also Su Xinghe, Duan Yanqing, Xue Muhua, Xuannan, and the two extraordinary young men were all staring at Fang Chen in surprise.

  At the moment when Murong Fu was stunned and everyone else was shocked.

  Fang Chen slapped out with his palm, landing on Murong Fu's chest. The Northern Ming Divine Technique was unleashed, and a powerful suction force enveloped Murong Fu!

  "No!"

  I felt a surge of inner energy bursting forth like the Yellow River breaking its banks.

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

  "This is, North Ming Shen Gong! My Carefree Sect's martial arts!"

  Su Xinghe looked at Murong Fu, whose whole body was trembling, and his sharp eyes were filled with joy.

  He gazed at Fang Chen as if he had seen a rare treasure.

  "Villain, release my master!"

  "Let go!"

  "Let go!"

  “......”

  Four figures rushed over, but it was Murong Fu's four senior slaves, Bao Bu Tong, Feng Bo E, and the other two who came to rescue.

  Previously, Murong Fu had challenged this young man alone, and they were afraid of being criticized for bullying the minority. Now that their master was in danger, they didn't care about that anymore.

  "If you don't want him to die, come up directly!"

  Fang Chen seized Murong Fu and frantically absorbed his internal energy, swinging his body as a weapon to block the four major slaves.

  "Fang Da Ge, for Yu Yan's sake, can you let Mu Rong Gong Zi go?"

  At this moment, Wang Yuyan stepped forward and begged for mercy.

  For some reason, Wang Yuyan changed the term "older male cousin" to "Murong Young Master".

  "Despicable... despicable person... I... Murong Fu doesn't need you to plead for mercy!" Seeing Wang Yu Yan come over to plead, Murong Fu's face revealed a resentful and venomous expression, viciously scolding.

  "Forgive others when you have the chance!"

  Suddenly a loud and hoarse shout came over.

  With a sound, a black-robed and masked figure flew in from the nearby pine forest like a big bird.

  A palm shot out towards Fang Chen!

  Wherever the palm wind passes, it rolls up a vast expanse of tree leaves, sharp and unmatched!

  Fang Chen grabbed one of Murong Fu's hands and turned his body towards the man in black!

  "Ah!!"

  A shrill and mournful cry echoed through the air.

  Fang Chen felt a sudden lightness in his hand and found that he was holding one of Murong Fu's severed hands!

  As I looked up and gazed into the distance, Mu Rong Fu and that black-clad masked man had already vanished from sight in the mountain valley.

  "What a cruel person!"

  Fang Chen's eyes involuntarily turned cold. Just now, the black-clothed man had actually cut off his own arm to save Murong Fu!

  However, this person is ruthless, but it's the best way to save Murong Fu.

  Otherwise, he will be drained dry.

  "Who is this person? His martial arts skills are actually so high!"

  Fang Chen's eyes narrowed, this person's martial arts skills seemed to be on par with Ji Mo Zhi, and might even be slightly stronger!

  "Young hero, I have a question for you, may I ask?"

  Just as Fang Chen's heart skipped a beat, Su Xinghe stepped forward and bowed his hands.

  "Mr. Su, is there anything on your mind? Please feel free to speak."

  Fang Chen and Xue's smile.

  He knew that Wu Yu had been searching for a handsome and talented young man to be his successor in order to kill Ding Chunqiu, the traitor.

  Thirty years and still can't get it.

  At the moment of death, there was no choice but to let Su Xinghe set up a Zhen Long chessboard and find someone who barely qualified.

  "Is that the North Ming Divine Art that Xiaoxia just used?"

  Su Xinghe's face was filled with expectation.

  The young man in front of him has extremely high martial arts skills, a strong physique, and has also cultivated the carefree sect's Northern Profound Divine Technique. It is highly likely that he is the successor of one of the other two masters!

  If so, then the carefree faction has a successor!

  "Not bad."

  Fang Chen said calmly.

  Having cultivated the North Ming Divine Art, with his current strength, he wasn't afraid of anyone coming to snatch it away.

  "What?! Brother Fang is also cultivating the North Ming Divine Art?!" Duan Yu's eyes widened in shock, could it be that he was a fellow disciple of his divine sister?

  Has he also been to the foot of Mount Wulao?

  "I don't know your name, sir, please tell me." Su Xinghe bowed again.

  "Could it be that Wu Yaozi let him ask this?"

  Fang Chen was stunned, he knew that Wu Ya Zi hadn't died and was probably inside the wooden house behind him, observing himself, using the transmission to secretly ask Su Xing He about his true intentions.

  "Fang Chen smiled and said, 'My surname is Fang, first name Chen, known in the Jianghu as "Bai Xiaosheng", I am well-versed in all matters of the Jianghu!'"

  For Wu Yanzu's seventy years of hard work, let's keep a low profile for now.

  "Fang Shaoxia, may I have a word with you?"

  Su Xinghe stiffened for a moment, and Fang Chen made an inviting gesture.

  "Oh?"

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

  He immediately followed Su Xinghe and walked towards the wooden house.

  This is a wooden house without doors or windows. The wood outside has rotted, and weeds are growing thickly at the entrance, clearly no one has entered or exited for a long time.

  Although there were no doors and windows, Fang Chen did not believe that there was no secret passage or anything like that.

  After all, the carefree faction is known for its involvement in hundreds of arts, and mechanisms are their specialty.

  "It seems that Wuyazi is going to personally test me!"

  Just as Fang Chen thought of this, Su Xinghe creaked open the wooden door of the cabin and walked in. Fang Chen's eyes scanned around, while operating the North Ming Divine Art to prevent any unpredictable crises.

  "Wait!"

  At this moment, a man with a large sleeve fluttering came, it was Ding Chunqiu.

  Ding Chunqiu's eyebrows furrowed. "Youngster, this is the main gate of our sect, how can an outsider like you enter without permission?"

  Ding Chunqiu finished speaking and slapped out with one palm!

  A strong gust of wind struck Fang Chen's back.

  "You old thief, you're looking for death!" Fang Chen was furious, his fists flying out and absorbing half of the power from Ji Mo Zhi and Mu Rong Fu. He felt the inner energy surging inside him, churning and bubbling over, just waiting to find a place to vent it all out.

  Two invisible columns of energy burst out!

  Ding Chunqiu was greatly shocked by this and wanted to dodge but it was too late!

  Boom!

  With a burst of energy, Ding Chunqiu retreated five or six steps, and a streak of fresh blood oozed out from the corner of his mouth.

  The places where the strong aura swept by, the weeds withered instantly and turned yellow.

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