"You're talking nonsense! Fart!"
"I am truly a half-step master!"
"I am gifted and intelligent, unparalleled throughout the ages! Since my cultivation, I have relied on myself to explore and comprehend all the laws of the Tao without a teacher. At the age of thirty-five, I entered the ninth heaven and achieved half-step to greatness! Throughout the ages, there have been so many geniuses. There are many stars, but how many people can be as talented as me?”
As Fang BuTong spoke, he couldn't help but smile and feel high-spirited. Instead of being anxious, defeated and angry just now, he suddenly straightened up and exuded a compelling arrogance.
He suddenly turned around and stopped running away. The soft sword in his hand turned into a sword shadow that filled the sky and covered Wan Qiuqing who was pursuing him.
This is a sword that is full of confidence and arrogance.
"——" Fang BuTong's instant mental change left Wan Qiuqing speechless. She had seen many narcissistic people, but this was the first time she had seen someone as narcissistic as Fang BuTong. In just a few words, he could praise himself so much that he was convinced that he was the most beautiful kid in history. Wan Qiuqing couldn't help but want to give him a thumbs up.
Wan Qiuqing was still wondering just now, how a person like Fang Butong, who has low self-esteem and extremely lack of self-confidence, and can lose control of his emotions after being insulted by others, could step into the Nine Heavens. Now she finally understands, it turns out that this guy can Self-hypnosis is still flawless and reaches the depths of his soul. His inferiority complex cannot affect his practice at all.
boom!
The soft sword and the blue and white sword collided together, erupting with more violent energy than before. With the two people's feet as the center of the circle, the ground with a radius of a hundred steps sunken downwards.
Qi Changkong was so frightened that he peed. Fortunately, before the sword energy hit, an earth wall rose up in front of him, blocking all the sword energy for him. However, the earth wall also collapsed and shattered.
"Brother -" Wan Qiuqing raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, and said to Fang Bubu: "You are right, you are indeed unparalleled, but it is not your qualifications and understanding, but your ability to brag!"
The Sanqing Sword in Wan Qiuqing's hand twirled, swinging away Fang BuTong's soft sword, and he slashed diagonally towards Fang BuTong.
Tsk!
Blood rain burst out from Fang BuTong's chest, and a bloody mouth exploded in his chest from left to right, bottom to top, and his body flew backwards spraying with blood.
"Look, I'm not talking nonsense, you are really weak!" Wan Qiuqing sneered, while not giving Fang BuTong a chance to breathe, and bullied him.
Fang BuTong's face was pale, and blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth. Wan Qiuqing's sword not only hurt his flesh, but also his organs.
"Haha——" Fang BuTong grinned miserably, and at the same time distanced himself from Wan Qiuqing at an extremely fast speed. He was already clearly aware of the gap between himself and Wan Qiuqing, and knew that he would definitely die if he continued to fight, and he Already feeling Wan Qiuqing's urgent murderous intention, he didn't want to die here.
"You are better than me just because you have a good master. If I could have a famous teacher to guide me, I would be a thousand times better than you." Fang BuTong shouted while retreating, with a strong hint of jealousy in his tone. meaning.
"——" Wan Qiuqing had no words to retort, because she did have a good master, and she did not deny it in her heart. Fang BuTeng practiced on his own and was able to enter the ninth heaven at the age of thirty-five. It was indeed rare. He is a genius, but it would be an exaggeration to say that no one has surpassed him in history.
However, Fang BuTong's excellence did not prevent Wan Qiuqing from continuing to ridicule him.
"Who is blind enough to accept you as a disciple of a weak waste like you? If you accept you, your pig head will piss you off sooner or later. The most bragging swordsman in ancient and modern times, this title belongs to you. !" Wan Qiuqing had a vicious mouth and was dedicated to stabbing Fang BuTong in the heart. He only hoped that Fang BuTong would be furious and come back to fight her for 300 rounds. It is best that he fight to the death, otherwise Fang BuTong would just run away. She couldn't keep it at all.
However, Fang BuTong was not intimidated by her. As soon as he got away from her, he ran away without looking back. He laughed while running and said: "Smelly bitch, you don't need to be so vicious. You will kneel in front of me and beg me within three days." Me! Haha——"
"I beg you, please? I think you are suffering from hysteria, are you crazy?" Wan Qiuqing sneered disdainfully, looking at Fang BuTong's figure disappearing into the reeds and stamping her feet with hatred. With her cultivation, she wanted to kill someone who wanted to escape. It’s still too difficult to achieve half-step power.
"Haha, you forced me! You forced me!"
"Today's revenge will be repaid a hundredfold within three months!"
"Ha ha--"
"——" Listening to Fang BuTong's shouting in the distance, Wan Qiuqing was speechless and said in her heart: "What did I force you to do?"
"Oops!" Looking at Fang BuTong escaping, Qi Changkong suddenly clapped his thighs and jumped.
When Wan Qiuqing heard Qi Changkong's cry, he thought something had happened, so he quickly turned back and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Mom, you forgot to stay alive!" Qi Changkong said anxiously.
"Stay alive? Did you find anything?" Wan Qiuqing asked.
Qi Changkong's expression became solemn for a moment, and he pointed at the dead body of the big-ya man in the distance and said: "The escaped Fang is different from these dead big-ya men. They know a strange skill. They can do it in just twenty breaths." Over time, the hair and eyes will change color, becoming exactly like us Dayu people."
"What?!" Wan Qiuqing was shocked when she heard this, with a look of disbelief on her face. She came late and did not see Fang BuTong and his subordinates' perverted performances.
"Damn it! Why didn't you say something so important earlier?!" Wan Qiuqing glared at Qi Changkong reproachfully.
Qi Changkong smiled bitterly and said bitterly: "When the child saw his mother showing off her power, his heart was so excited that he couldn't control himself, so he - he forgot about it."
Wan Qiuqing looked solemn and said, "If this is the case, then Yancheng has already mixed in many Da Ya spies. There are even Da Ya spies among your father's cronies."
"There must be." Qi Changkong said with certainty, "He said it himself, there are people from them in our city lord's palace, and there is more than one."
"Come back quickly!" Wan Qiuqing said, recalling that Fang BuTong shouted before leaving that he would make her kneel down and beg him within three days. He suddenly felt an extremely bad premonition and couldn't help but said urgently: "Your father may be in danger. !”
"Mom, you go back first. I have to take them back together. There are also some brothers who died in the Baihuang Mountains and were hidden by big-toothed dogs. I have to find them all." Qi Changkong said with a sad expression. , these three hundred people are his escort group, and they usually have very good feelings.
"It should be so." Wan Qiuqing nodded, but he was afraid of leaving Qi Changkong alone. If the other party did not leave and came back, it would be dangerous. He couldn't help but feel in a dilemma, so he could only take out a thumb from his arms first. Thick and thick signal bamboo tubes emit signals into the air.
When she came, she brought twenty people with her, and they were looking for Qi Changkong in Baihuang Mountain and Badwater Swamp. At this time, someone should have seen the signal and came looking for him.
Qi Changkong twisted his body and suddenly felt that the wounds on his body were itchy. There were some extremely itchy wounds that he couldn't help but scratch at the newly scabbed wounds with his fingertips. The wounds on his body have been treated with styptic powder and muscle-building powder, and they have now condensed into light red blood scabs. Slight itching is normal, but it shouldn't be so severe.
"What's wrong with you?" Wan Qiuqing asked after noticing something strange about Qi Changkong.
"I don't know why, but the wound suddenly felt a little itchy?" Qi Changkong answered, enduring the itching all over his body.
"Let me take a look." Wan Qiuqing leaned over to look at the exposed wounds on Qi Changkong's body. He frowned slightly and said, "There is some redness and swelling around the wounds. When did you get the hemostatic powder and muscle-building powder?"
"Ahem——" Qi Changkong's face turned red and he muttered: "Okay——it seems to have been added years ago."
"You deserve it! Take it!" Wan Qiuqing glared at Qi Changkong angrily. The normal storage period of hemostatic powder and muscle-building powder is only four to five months. Beyond the storage period, some deterioration is likely to occur, causing some negative effects on the wound.
Qi Changkong only gets injured during high-intensity training on weekdays, and he usually takes medicinal baths to nourish his body. Therefore, hemostatic powder and muscle-building powder are rarely used, and it is inevitable that he will forget to replace them with new ones regularly.
Wan Qiuqing said harshly, but she still took out a porcelain bottle from her arms and poured out a pill. The main reason was that most of these wounds were caused intentionally by her. If she helped, she could help Qi Changkong block the sword. I was angry, but the anger in my heart was still there, and I wanted to teach Qi Changkong some lessons. But now that I calmed down, I couldn't help but secretly blame myself, thinking that I was too cruel?
"Hehe -" Qi Changkong obediently opened his mouth and took the elixir Wan Qiuqing handed him to his mouth.
"Cough——" A low cough suddenly sounded not far from the two of them, followed by an old voice, saying politely: "Excuse me, is this young man Qi Changkong, the second son of the City Lord's Mansion?"
Qi Changkong followed the call and saw a thin and stooped old man walking out of the reed swamp. His beard and hair were as pale as snow, his face was dull and wrinkled, and he was as rough as tree bark. He was wearing a gray cloth. His linen clothes were still patched in some places, and he wore a pair of black thin-soled cloth shoes, which made him tremble when he walked.
The first feeling this old man gave Qi Changkong was not that of old age, but an uncomfortable sense of deathly loneliness.
Qi Changkong searched around in his mind and found that he did not recognize this old man who suddenly appeared, but he still nodded and said: "I am Qi Changkong. I wonder what I want to see you for?"
Wan Qiuqing stared at the old man, his beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, his expression serious and wary, and he moved half a step forward, half blocking Qi Changkong. She had to be vigilant, because if the old man hadn't taken the initiative to reveal his position, she wouldn't have even noticed the old man's arrival. The scary thing is that the old man was only fifty steps away from them when he spoke.
The cultivation level is unfathomable.
This was Wan Qiuqing's first feeling about the old man.
However, Wan Qiuqing tried to recall it in her mind, and she felt that the old man's face was very familiar, and she must have seen it somewhere.
"Okay, okay, I finally found you." Wei Ziyan grinned, his teeth shining brightly in the sun.
He was very depressed that day, because when he arrived at Baihuang Mountain, he suddenly realized that he had no idea what Qi Changkong looked like. Fortunately, there are not many people in Baihuang Mountain, so it is relatively easy to find. It took more than one day to find it.
"I, Wei Ziyu, someone asked me to take your life! I have no grievances against you, so I will give you a chance to say your last words or any unfulfilled wishes you may have. As long as it is within my power, I will help you complete it." Wei Ziyan announced his name and stated the purpose of his trip.
