Taoist chanting

Chapter 711
He supported Zhao Zhu'er for a long time, and after Zhao Zhu'er regained his strength and was able to stand upright, Zhang Wenfeng was in the mood to appreciate the shocking effect of Fang Bailan's great sword after he whispered "Shopkeeper, it's okay" through voice transmission.

Looking at the many panicked monks who stopped after the chaos dozens of miles away, and would continue to fall and flee if there was a slight disturbance, he was deeply moved. This is the deterrent effect of a master at a critical moment.

He had already guessed that what Fang Bailan used was the trace of power that Mo Ye left in the corpse.

I heard Mo Ye mentioned before that some benefits will be given to the slough.

Who would have expected such a huge force?

In essence, it is too far beyond the fifth and sixth ranks, and it is simply impossible for monks from the lower realms to match.

The clamoring Qu Weichi died unjustly, and became a jumping chicken that made an example of others. He was beheaded with a sword as a negative example.

Fang Bailan will be able to use this kind of power next time. I don't know when it will be?
No wonder she has to choose the right time, it should be just right now, Qu Weichi has only recovered to the fifth level not long ago, his strength is neither strong nor weak, and his escape speed cannot keep up with Jianfeng's killing speed, as for scaring the timid Qiu Wen to run for a hundred miles first , mostly intimidating elements, but Qiu Wen didn't dare to put his life on the gambling table, so he had no choice but to give in to orders.

Junior Sister is good at tricks and calculations, and the links are seamlessly intertwined.

A major event was actually accomplished by her.

Prestige and power have reached their peak in the three continents, and no one dares to accept the challenge for at least a hundred years.

After negotiating with Qiu Wen thirty miles away, some rules and regulations were settled. Fang Bailan did not deceive others too much, and completely treated and considered the interests of both parties as equals. Go ahead.

After the general direction was decided, Fang Bailan asked Qiu Wen to draft the document on the spot, and the two of them would each hold a copy after signing.

Floating north with Zhao Zhu'er and Zhang Guanzhu, he retired after completing the work, leaving the details for the monks in the three continents to argue, discuss, and decide.

A super-large-scale battle that was about to be fought, died down with a single sword strike.

After sending Fang Bailan and Zhao Zhu'er away, Zhang Wenfeng waited for the monks who had not yet returned in Dongyuefang City, and he had a leisurely drink at the viewing window of his "Xiankelai" restaurant.

The good news has long been transmitted through Feijian, and it is known to the dynasties of the Eastern and Western Continents.

The shopkeepers and clerks of Dongyuefang City seemed to be in high spirits during the Chinese New Year, chatting excitedly together in small groups.

You Mengchang saw Fang Bailan's shocking sword at a close distance, and he still hasn't come back to his senses. He sat across from him holding a wine cup in a daze. Thousands of years, hey, the five-level sword can be so powerful, that power is too strong, You Mou opened his eyes and gained insight."

Seeing Daoist Zhang who poured and drank by himself, he didn't have the consciousness to solve his doubts, You Meng coughed and said: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, it is better to be happy alone than to be happy alone. You seem to know the power that Fang Bailan borrowed. Do you want to clear up the confusion for You?"

Zhang Wenfeng paused and said with a smile that was not a smile: "You Lao, you are pursuing another direction, why are you obsessed with whether the ultimate power is strong or not?"

You Meng sighed and said: "At the end of power, different routes lead to the same goal. Since Zhang Daoyou knows, you can talk to me about it, that power is too powerful. More than 5000 years ago, I have seen countless people who are amazingly talented and brilliant. Which mighty person is staying in the lower world?"

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a moment, and said: "I heard her say once that she stayed in the world for thousands of years, just to break through the final bottleneck of the ninth level."

Yumeng is terrified and frightened. He is the eighth-level perfect monk, and the ninth-level can only stay in the upper realm for three to five hundred years. No wonder no wonder.

He couldn't sit still when he heard such news, he got up and walked back and forth.

With his cleverness, he guessed that that mighty man is the Lord of Moling Youjing, and only such a person can subdue three sixth-level monsters willingly obeying orders. Daoist Zhang has a big backer behind him, I don't know how to make friends with those high-level experts?

"Old You, please tell me, three broken and four broken but is there any other way to remedy it?"

Zhang Wenfeng asked.

You Mengchang floated back to the chair and sat down, shaking his head and said: "There must be ways, I know of several, it's not cost-effective, and the chances are not great, I advise you not to think about every way for the juniors, someone If you can't keep up, you will be eliminated, which is in line with the ruthless law of heaven, and if you interfere too much, it will be harmful."

Zhang Wenfeng bowed silently, that's all, from now on, except Qian Jing, let everyone's affairs take their course.

The monks returned on the second day, accompanied by many forces representing the various cities of the Nanyuan Continent. In the future, Dongyuefang City will be the only common interest link of the three continents, and the shops in Fangshi will need to be readjusted.

I met and chatted with many old friends, and sent off many people one after another.

The day before Zhang Guanzhu was about to leave for his return trip, an old friend Cen Sanlin who hadn't seen him for many years came to the restaurant.

Through Cen Sanlin's narration, Zhang Wenfeng knew that Gao Yi, Hu Yanjian and other veteran monks in Weiyun Temple had failed to break through in the past few years, cutting off the way to advance to the fourth rank. It has been reduced to a second-rate sect in Chongzhou, which is beyond embarrassing to hear.

Cen Sanlin has already reached the perfect cultivation level of the Freedom Realm, seeing his elders and fellow disciples around him stepping forward one by one, but he has been procrastinating until now, he hesitated again and again, to meet with Zhang Guanzhu, and wanted to ask Zhang Guanzhu to help him guide him.

Stretching out his head and retracting his head, he was ready to give it a go.

You Mengchang sneered in the water-gathering bead: "Procrastinating, this guy is exhausted and deeply depressed. No matter how hard he fights, he will never be able to pass the test. Unless he does Sangong again, there is still a little hope."

Hearing Zhang Guanzhu's euphemistic reminder, Cen Sanlin suddenly realized, got up and bowed, and left.

It is the best way for him to re-repair Sangong and break through.

And only if you look down on him, a friend in need, will you tell him the way to die and survive.

Zhang Wenfeng returned to the sect to stay for half a month, and talked with Yue Anyan, Tu Kun and others. On a scorching summer afternoon, he hung his sword alone, refused Lu Zijin's follower, and started his long journey. Maybe , It will take two or thirty years to return to the sect.

According to the agreement, he first walked up and down Da'an, then went to Daying and Dayi, and then transferred to Daqiang in the north, Daliang and Qianxi Island in the west, and then spent three to five years in the Duxian Islands to accumulate merit. , refining and cleaning the jade skeleton, and completing the refining of the rune bone puppets.

Afterwards, cross the sea to travel to the vast continent, and experience the splendid and exotic customs of the practice world.

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(End of this chapter)