Dragon Sect.

The master's boudoir was filled with spring. After a low voice like crying and complaining, the room calmed down, and only two long breathing sounds were left.

After a while, Yang Ming sighed: "Fun is the best teacher. Combining the affairs of men and women with practice, practice is no longer boring. I really admire the predecessors who created the Yin-Yang Jiaotai Method. They are simply blessed forever. Long'er, how do you feel now?"

"The real blessing is the evil spirit like you." Long'er glanced at him coquettishly and said confidently: "My skills have been fully restored. When I meet that old nun again, I will definitely be able to take her down on the spot."

Yang Ming said: "What if it was Feng Xifan? You have fought with the old thief directly, so you should know the depth of his skills."

Long'er pondered for a moment and said, "Feng Xifan's martial arts are unfathomable, no worse than you and me. If I use the secret technique of the Dragon Sect, I am sure to defeat him, but I may not be able to keep him."

Yang Ming smiled slightly, already had some conspiracy in his heart, and said, "The time agreed with Wu Sangui and us has come, it's time to see him."

A cold light flashed in Long'er's beautiful eyes, and she said in a deep voice: "Okay, I'm going to meet that old thief."

Wu Yingxiong was tortured when he was brought up from the dungeon. Although he looked like he had no damage on his face, his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

"I am willing to go with the leader and the holy king."

"Master, take us with you."

Several loyal maids said.

Long'er said, "No, you stay in the sect. It's enough to have me and the Holy King go there this time. Even if the old thief Wu Sangui has thousands of troops, we can come and go freely."

Yang Ming and Long'er are very skilled in martial arts, and they can fight or escape even when they encounter danger. They are convenient to move.

After arranging the matters in the church, Yang Ming and Long'er took Wu Yingxiong to the west.

West Mountain.

Wu Sangui arrived on time. He did not accompany his subordinates, but only brought more than a dozen martial arts people, including monks and laymen, old and young, with a strong aura. Each one seemed to be Yi.

Long'er glanced at them and said lightly: "The old thief Wu Sangui has recruited many experts in the martial arts world." Some of them can recognize, and they are all famous masters in the martial arts world.

Yang Ming shook his head and sneered: "Just a group of native chickens and tiled dogs."

Long'er glanced at the middle-aged man standing in the middle, with hatred in his eyes and shouted: "Wu Sangui, my Shenlong Sect serves the Pingxi Prince's Mansion for several generations, and is loyal. He has never surpassed the slightest. But you ordered people to eradicate my Sect. Are you not afraid of your subordinates' teeth being cold?"

Wu Sangui said: "The Dragon Sect is arrogant and disrespectful to the laws and regulations. It is obviously inappropriate. How could Wu sit down and wait for death... Well, I don't need to talk about the past before, did he bring it?"

Yang Ming took Wu Yingxiong off the carriage, untied his acupoints, and said, "There are people here. Have we brought what we want?"

When Wu Yingxiong could speak, he immediately started to wail: "Father, come and save the child..." He burst into tears.

Wu Sangui said: "Yingxiong, don't worry, I'll save you right away. I've brought the things, how do you exchange them?"

Yang Ming said: "You throw the "Forty-Two Chapters" over first."

"good."

Wu Sangui threw a book with a blue cover.

"bite."

As soon as the scriptures fell into your hands, the system prompt sounded immediately: "The plot task was completed, and four "Forty-Two Chapters of Sutra" were collected. Each book was rewarded with a strengthening point of 100, and the reward for collecting four books was doubled."

"The protagonist dies, the reward doubles. A total of 1600 enhancement points are rewarded."

"No, it's true." Yang Ming smiled.

After throwing the scriptures over, Wu Sangui kept paying attention to Yang Ming's actions. Seeing that he had confirmed the authenticity of the scriptures so quickly, his eyes flashed and said, "You can confirm the authenticity of the scriptures so quickly. It seems that you know the secrets in the scriptures." This sentence is obviously malicious. The secrets in the scriptures are related to the lifeline of the Qing Dynasty. If the royal family heard the sound of the wind, they would definitely not let those who knew the secrets continue to live.

Yang Ming said: "No, do you want to know?" Without waiting for him to reply, he said: "Long'er, I said before that when the time is right, I will tell you this secret. It's time."

After saying that, he took out a fire note from his hand and ignited the scriptures.

The reward has been received, and Yang Ming no longer cared about the four scriptures.

When the paper burned in fire, it quickly turned into ashes, leaving only the word "图" in the ashes.

Yang Ming continued: "The paper of this word is coated with special medicine, so you are not afraid of fire. Among the four scriptures, there is a word like this in each scripture. It is composed of the place where the dragon vein of the Qing Dynasty is located, and there is also a treasure left by the founding emperor of the Qing Dynasty."

Everyone was in an uproar, their eyes were hot, and their breathing became rapid, and they wished they could dig the treasure of the Qing Dynasty immediately.

None of the people who can be recruited by Wu Sangui are heroes who regard money as dirt.

Yang Ming glanced at them and said, "Okay. The puzzle solving time is over, and it's time for us to continue to exchange hostages."

Wu Sangui pointed to the three-dog big box beside him and said, "Just put what you want in the box, hand Ying Xiong over."

Yang Ming said: "I'll check it first. If the thing is correct, I'll release it immediately."

Wu Sangui glanced at Long'er and Wu Yingxiong, and said, "Okay."

Yang Ming walked over, opened the box, and pretended to check it out. In fact, before he came over, he had already looked at the things in the box. Ganoderma lucidum, the size of a washbasin, had already manifested ginseng on his limbs...

It is better to exchange it for such treasures of heaven and earth. It is better to exchange it for money.

"Bang!"

Yang Ming covered the box and turned his head and said, "Long'er, let's get the person."

At this moment, he had already put everything in the box into the dimensional space.

As soon as Long'er let go, Wu Yingxiong immediately stumbled over and shouted, "Dad, I miss you so much..." He burst into tears again, making people feel sad.

Yang Ming lifted the box and said, "I have returned it to you, and I have both grudges and grudges. Long'er, let's go."

Wu Sangui said loudly: "Can you leave? Take them down. Take them down for me."

"Just relying on these rats, I want to take us down! The ninth style of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms---- Dragon Fights in the Wild!"

Yang Ming sneered and suddenly took action. As soon as he made a move, it was earth-shaking. The waves of air surging, like dragons and elephants rushing, and with a magnificent momentum overturned towards these people.

With a "boom", the ground seemed to tremble.

More than a dozen martial arts masters were repelled by him in one move. Several of them were injured and vomited blood.

Everyone's eyes showed horror and hesitated for a moment.

Wu Yingxiong said in a panic: "Father, what should I do now?"

Wu Sangui pulled Wu Yingxiong back and shouted, "I had known that they had not achieved enough, so I'd all come out."

A group of soldiers rushed out from both sides of the mountain road, each holding a strong iron and stone bow.

"Shoot the arrows and kill them!"

Wu Sangui shouted, ignoring the lives and deaths of the masters he brought.

Arrows fell from the sky like rain.

Immediately someone was injured by an arrow. A scream rang out.

Yang Ming waved his sleeve and swept down a feather arrow, grabbed Long'er, and said, "Long'er, go."

The two of them turned into two white shadows like swifts and rushed away.

Wu Sangui laughed and said, "I have thousands of troops, and I can drive my troops and horses to abide by. What can I do if you have high martial arts skills? Isn't it just a waste of time to escape."

The soldier carried the three-jerk box to Wu Sangui and said, "Prince. Look..."

Wu Sangui opened the box, and his proud expression instantly became stiff and his face turned black.

The treasures in the box disappeared.

...

"Did you just spare them so easily?" Long'er frowned, a little unwilling to accept it. According to her idea, she should have a big kill.

Yang Ming smiled and said, "The things have been obtained, which is enough for Wu Sangui to feel distressed."

Each of the treasures of heaven and earth is valuable. These things cost half of the property of the Pingxi Prince's Mansion. Now they have been taken away by Yang Mingshen without knowing it. Wu Sangui is already crying without tears.

"You have been with us for so long, and it's time to come out." Yang Ming suddenly turned around and shouted.

A "swish" sounded.

Seven figures appeared in front of Yang Ming, and a familiar and crazy laughter sounded.

"Feng Xifan!" Long'er said in a deep voice.

The one who appeared in front of them was Feng Xifan. Behind him, six men dressed like little Nezha stood.

Feng Xifan's clothes were different from before. He was wearing a brown robe and carrying two long swords crossed behind him. He was fully armed. Seeing his rosy face, his injuries had obviously recovered.

"I'm really looking for something. I was thinking about where to find you, but I didn't expect you to come to my door first. It seems that my palm didn't kill you, but it broke your brain." Yang Ming said.

Feng Xifan said: "Addict, don't show off your verbal advantage. Last time, I was attacked by you and am going to avenge the grudge today." Then, my voice changed and I said gloomyly: "If you hand over the scriptures in your hands obediently, I can leave you a complete body."

Yang Ming said: "The scriptures are all in my hands. If you want them, come and get them by yourself."

"Mingwu is stubborn! Let you see the power of Liuhe Boy."

Feng Xifan shook his head with some regret, raised his hand and waved it. The six men in red standing behind him jumped up at the same time and threw the ring of the diamond in his hand out.

"Long'er, be careful, these six people have been trained by Feng Xifan to become puppet boys specially used to kill pokes. They have no feeling, no pain, and ordinary injuries do not hinder their actions."

While speaking, Yang Ming repeatedly came out his palms and shook the Vajra Circle out.

Long'er nodded slightly, opened his hand and grabbed it. There were a few more ice vertices between his fingers. He swung his backhand, and the ice vertices were pierced on the boy **'s body.

But the boy seemed to have no feeling at all, and his hands were not paused at all.
To be continued...