She is a woman in her mid-twenties, with fair skin, red lips and white teeth.
She was wearing a light yellow dress that clung tightly to her body in the strong wind, revealing her graceful and concave figure.
When the woman saw the man galloping forward, she whipped her whip violently and hurriedly followed.
Senior brother Fang Mingda, as the top disciple of Qingtian Tower, has extraordinary talent.
Now he is only twenty-eight years old, and his cultivation has reached the fifth level of Xiantian.
Their Qingtian Tower, as an unpopular martial arts force in Luling, Ying County, is now well-known to others because of their senior brother Fang Ming, and it is gradually showing signs of prosperity.
The masters all said that if the senior brother goes well, he will most likely be promoted to the martial arts realm when he is sixty or seventy years old.
Wu Dan realm!
In a border place like Ying County, there are only a few people.
Once the senior brother can reach this level, Qingtian Tower will undoubtedly become the first-class martial arts force in Ying County.
To a certain extent, it can be said that senior brother Fang Mingda is the hope of their entire Qingtian Tower.
It's just that Qingtian Tower is showing signs of prosperity, but the master has been entangled with the Taoists of Shangxian Sect all day long.
That's all if he is alone.
But under the Master's instigation, even the other elders who passed on the power became obsessed with the Shangxian Sect and ran there every day.
She vaguely heard that the master secretly took some belongings out of the building and gave them to the Taoists who went to the Immortal Sect.
Senior brother Fang Mingda grew up in the building without a father or mother, and has long regarded Qingtian Building as his home.
Now I see the performance of Master and everyone else in my eyes, and I feel anxious in my heart.
So I started to investigate the Shangxian Sect privately, and the results became more shocking the more I investigated.
Some experts in Shangxian Sect secretly used the lives of refugees to make elixirs.
When they reported all this to their master and others, they were angrily denounced as nonsense.
In desperation, senior brother Fang Mingda took her and started to act privately.
They all know that if this continues, Qingtian Tower will definitely be destroyed.
The woman shouted: "Brother, where is the evil way?"
Fang Mingda replied: "It's not far ahead. Junior sister, let's hurry up. Otherwise, the veteran will run away again and go to other places to harm other people's lives."
"Yes!" The woman nodded heavily and her expression became serious.
The two of them hurried forward for a moment while burning incense, when they suddenly saw billowing black smoke coming from the front, and the air was filled with the smell of barbecue.
The leader Fang Mingda's expression changed, and he had a bad premonition instantly.
"Hush!"
Fang Mingdale galloped and stopped.
The smell of barbecue filling the void became even stronger.
"Junior sister, get off your horse and go take a look."
Fang Mingda ran to the pit and saw the scene inside. He gritted his teeth and said, "These beasts!"
The woman walked forward and followed Fang Mingda's gaze. She couldn't help but cover her mouth, feeling a lot of physical discomfort.
In the deep pit, there were piles of corpses that were burned to a coke-like appearance.
Corpse oil and dirty blood were mixed together and piled at the bottom of the pit, exuding a disgusting stench.
At a casual glance, there are hundreds of them.
Fang Mingda's face was gloomy, and he got on his horse with an angry look on his face.
"They must not have gone far yet, junior sister, let's go after them!"
The woman's face turned pale, and she said worriedly: "Brother, that veteran can kill hundreds of people in one go. How about we go back and report it to the county guard and let them make a decision?"
"The county governor only has eyes for Chenjiazhuang, and he won't care about the mere refugees. He won't even care about our Qingtian Tower."
"But……"
"Are you afraid that senior brother can't defeat them?" Fang Mingda looked at the woman with a stern look.
The woman explained: "I believe in senior brother, but there are only two of us, so we are a little weak."
"That's enough. That old Taoist is a bandit, and he only has a fourth-level innate cultivation. It's more than enough for me to take him down." Fang Mingda urged: "If I can't even take him down, why should I practice martial arts? Don't delay any longer. Come on, hurry up."
After saying that, Fang Mingda got on his horse, identified the marks on the ground, and rushed out in one direction.
The woman bit her lip and followed with a worried look on her face.
…
On a small slope, Lao Dao stood at the top and looked up.
On the plain in the distance, countless refugees are as small as ants.
"It's strange, why are there no traces of that group of people? Could it be that that person was lying to me?" The old Taoist murmured to himself.
"Forget it, since you can't meet her, don't bother with that. Go back to drinking and playing with women."
He jumped up, tapped a few times on the hillside, and landed firmly at the foot of the mountain.
"Master, there seem to be two people chasing you over there."
A disciple guarding the bottom of the hillside pointed in one direction and said.
The old Taoist looked in the direction pointed by his disciple and found a man and a woman riding horses, running straight in his direction.
The man at the front looked familiar.
"Isn't this the genius boy from the Qingtianlou family? I heard he is an innate martial artist." A look of confusion appeared on the old Taoist's face: "Why did he rush over to me?"
Just thinking about it.
I saw the latter pulling out the sword on his horse and sweeping towards him.
The old Taoist's expression was stunned and he retreated violently.
It was only a few hundred meters away, but it was here in the blink of an eye.
One disciple didn't react, and half of his head was cut off with a sword.
The old Taoist shouted sharply: "Young man from Qingtian Tower, what do you want to do?"
"Take your life!" Fang Mingda had a serious expression on his face, kicked off his horse, leaned over and rushed towards Lao Dao.
A trace of ruthlessness flashed across Lao Dao's face: "Damn it, Lao Dao and Qin have no enmity. You were the one who made the first move, so don't blame me for being rude."
Ying County is so big that the group the burly man mentioned is nowhere to be seen, and the chance of finding them again is very low.
He wanted to rely on those people, and there was little hope of making another high-quality longevity elixir.
Since those people can't be found, the innate martial artist in front of him can give it a try.
The energy and blood contained in an innate warrior is far stronger than that of ordinary people, and he can refine a longevity pill.
Thinking of this, the old Taoist's face turned ferocious and he licked his dry lips.
He pulled out a small triangular flag from his arms and pinched it with one hand.
The triangular flag started spinning in his hand, and a circular golden light emerged from the flag and enveloped the old man.
Fang Mingda controlled the sword with his spiritual thoughts.
The long sword escaped and stabbed forward.
A bang.
The long sword seemed to have pierced the metal shield, and was sent flying backwards.
Fang Mingda was stunned for a moment, caught the flying sword, and channeled his energy.
He was so angry that his Dantian was filled with rage, and he struck hard with the sword in both hands.
With a fifth-grade Xiantian cultivation level, the strength in his hands can weigh a thousand kilograms.
collapse!
The long sword broke into two pieces under his huge force, but the old Taoist remained motionless.
what happened?
What kind of martial arts is this?
Fang Mingda's eyes were filled with disbelief.
Poof!
A muffled sound appeared in Fang Mingda's chest.
He found that at some point, an experienced hand had fallen on his chest.
"You...wow..."
Fang Mingda's throat felt sweet and he spat out a mouthful of dirty blood.
(End of chapter)
