On the pink round soft bed, Fang Wen was lying like a dead dog. He rolled his eyes, looked at the ceiling weakly, and moaned weakly. Beside him were four slim and beautiful girls, who were gently sliding across his skin with their fingertips, causing Fang Wen's muscles to tremble constantly, and large amounts of sweat were oozing out, and his physical strength was being consumed at an astonishing speed.

These girls are peripheral disciples of the Snow Sect. Each of them has exquisite medical skills and fearful skills of the girl. Their massage can restore the dead and make a strong gorilla no longer have any energy for a while. They are goddesses by the bed and also demons on the bed, it just depends on how you use them.

Fang Wen fully developed another function of theirs, and then was defeated in half an hour, and now he doesn't even have the strength to stand up.

"You group of demons." Fang Wen hummed, feeling his muscles and bones numb and soft, and he had no strength at all. His big acupoints seemed to be open, and he could hear the echoes empty. His true strength was sucked away by these four little demons. If ordinary warriors were ravaged by them, they would probably only have a skin left. That is, there was a foundation made by twelve Yuanli in his body. How could anyone else stand the four witches who had achieved great success?

"Hurry, get me two Yuan liquid and get me in." Fang Wen raised his weak arm tremblingly and hummed in a weak tone.

There were large pieces of blood on the pink soft bed. The four little fairies were still virgins two hours ago. So, Fang Wen also thought it was worth it. Women who practiced the erotic skills of the girl, their virgin bodies were of great benefit to the warriors. Their Yuanyin could help the warriors resist the risk of being possessed by the devil. Therefore, although they sucked away 10% of their true strength very unrestrainedly, Fang Wen also thought it was very good, and it was equivalent to exchange! Anyway, he was a special existence in the Fengmen, and his Yuan liquid was enough.

The little fairies showed bright smiles on their faces. They had just plucked up their courage to suck away all the true power of the fourth young master of Fengmen, and that was a generous and pity-loving playboy in gambling.

Obviously, they won the bet.

With their status in the Xuemen, they have no chance to inject expensive Yuan Liquid, and their skills depend on their own little bit of hard work. Today they shared Fang Wen's true strength, which is equivalent to each of them having 20 years of hard work, which is a very cost-effective thing. However, they also knew that Fang Wen could inject Yuan Liquid without limit, so they quietly came up with this plan. Only Fang Wen, who does not take Yuan Liquid seriously, is so generous and a bit prodigal.

There are two S-A-1 yuan liquids at a cost of one billion US dollars at a time. The high-pressure needle gun quickly injects the Yuan liquid into Fang Wen's body. Fang Wen immediately sat cross-legged and used his power to absorb the energy in the Yuan liquid.

After a battle at Shanghai Airport, Fang Wen felt that his realm had improved and seemed to be able to accommodate more Yuan liquid. The four little fairies sucked away about 10% of his true energy, which is equivalent to the energy of a 1.2 Yuan liquid. So he took advantage of the opportunity to inject two Yuan liquid, and he estimated that his body could withstand the surge of Yuan liquid.

His estimate was correct. A huge amount of energy flowed through his body, absorbed by the cyclones in the dantian, and absorbed by the cyclones in the meridians. A huge vortex of true power was rolled up in his body. The vortex drove the air from the outside world, and a strong wind was also stirred up in the room. The four little fairies hurriedly hid in the corner of the room, not daring to say anything, for fear of disturbing Fang Wen's cultivation.

The wind was surging in his body, but Fang Wen could not find the way from the seventh level of the Fengyu Sutra to the eighth level. There was an invisible obstacle blocking him. He could vaguely see that behind the obstacle was a new world that was completely different from martial arts, but he could not break through. He must have lacked something. This is not just a matter of skill. Otherwise, Fang Wen now has nearly thirteen Jiazi's skills in his body, which is at least three times stronger than Mr. Feng Da, but he and Mr. Feng Da would not stay in the seventh level.

But, what is that key?

Fang Wen remembered some ghost novels he had read before. He tried to compress the wind power in his body, but the nature of wind is freedom. Wind cannot be compressed or compressed. It is called liquefied petroleum gas, not wind. After working hard for more than ten minutes, Fang Wen gave up his efforts and slowly attributed the wind power in his body to the twenty-three main cyclones. Fang Wen opened his eyes.

He smiled at the four little goblins and said in a strange voice: "The little girl is very brave. Hehe, I like it. I will tell you to the big crazy man in Xue. You will take care of me in the future."

The four little fairies pounced on the soft bed with a smile like flowers, and wrapped around Fang Wen like an octopus. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that following the fourth young master of Fengmen, the only one who enjoyed the special treatment that Yuan Liquid was unlimitedly supplied in the entire Tianmen. It is very likely that he would be the future leader of Fengmen. He could be the close maid of the head of Fengmen. Is there any more ideal destination for the female disciples who were specially trained by Xuemen?

The door was suddenly knocked. Fang Wen hurriedly grabbed the quilt on the bed and wrapped the four little fairies around. He knew deeply that except for Feng Yuan, the senior brother, who was very polite, the rest of the people in the Fengmen were all a group of guys who could break into the door at any time. He didn't want his woman to be taken advantage of by someone with his eyes.

Sure enough, two seconds after the knock on the door, Mr. Feng opened the locked door and walked in with his hands behind his back. He glanced at the messy soft bed and frowned and said, "How much skill do these four girls have sucked away your skills just now?"

"Yizheng." Fang Wen stood up with his body and confessed honestly.

"Oh?" Mr. Feng's eyes lit up and he asked in surprise: "In other words, you injected another Yuan liquid?"

"Yes!" Fang Wen smiled proudly, "I felt a little bit of experience recently, so I asked them to help me suck three points away. I tried to inject more. But each of the four girls sucked three points away, and the addition was 10% or 2%, so I asked them to go to the warehouse to get two pieces of Yuan liquid!"

Mr. Feng widened his eyes, glanced at the little fairies curled up on the bed and didn't dare to say anything, and said lightly: "Not to be an example. Since you treat them like this, they will be your close servants in the future. Don't be too boastful, S-A-1, do you think it's the cabbage in the vegetable market, and buy a bunch of them for three or five yuan?"

Fang Wenqiu laughed a few times, gently stroked a girl's face, and smiled and said, "That's what I think. I lack a few confidants around me, and they are just on the top of the seat. I don't want to be known by the people in the Longmen to do anything in the future. I carry guns and cannons all day long."

Mr. Feng Da's pupils shrank into a very thin point. His tone was a little solemn and said lightly: "There will not be such a thing again in the future. I will give you half of the Feng Yu Department, which is directly under my command. In the future, your confidentiality level will be equal to your master. No one can know where you are except for the master and the eight elders."

Fang Wen's eyes lit up. The Fengyu Division is the true core of the Fengyu Division. He has mastered most of the essence of the Fengyu Division. He can command half of the Fengyu Division to be?

The four little fairies' faces suddenly turned red, and they were extremely excited. They heard what Mr. Feng Da said meant - Fang Wen had been confirmed as the heir of the Fengmen. In their opinion, this was a matter of course. The Feng Ling Body was clearly recorded in the classics by the ancestors, but only one genius was seen in a thousand years. Fang Wen was the Feng Ling Body that happened once in a thousand years. Who else could he do if he did not inherit the Fengmen?

Mr. Feng Da waved and snorted coldly: "Put on your clothes and follow me to see my fellow disciples in the Moon Gate."

Fang Wen was in a hurry to put on his clothes and asked loudly: "The people from the Moon Gate are here? Tsk tsk, I want to see what they, who are known as the best combat power in the Tianmen, look like."

Walking out of the room, Fang Wencai saw Feng Yuan standing at the door. He greeted Feng Yuan awkwardly: "Old Senior Brother."

Feng Yuan smiled softly and said, "Don't call Feng Hu's second brother, he will be sad." Feng Yuan and Fang Wen looked at each other and laughed loudly at the same time.

As he smiled, Fang Wen suddenly stopped laughing and said lightly: "It's not funny at all."

Feng Yuan also stopped laughing and smiled and said, "I thought the fourth junior brother thought it was funny, so I laugh with you. Since it is not funny, then I won't laugh anymore."

The two looked at each other and stopped talking.

Mr. Feng Da frowned deeply, looked at Feng Yuan and Fang Wen, turned around and raised his hands, and walked quickly.

Fang Wen and Feng Yuan walked shoulder to shoulder three meters behind Mr. Feng Da. After walking along the corridor for a while, Fang Wen suddenly leaned into Feng Yuan's ear and asked, "Senior Brother, Chicago and Shanghai, I was attacked by people from Longmen twice. Could it be that you sold me?"

Feng Yuan seemed to be stuck in his throat by a goose egg. He looked at Fang Wen in horror and whispered: "You are not allowed to talk nonsense. You are betrayed by his fellow disciples. This is to be stolen by Qiandao Lingchi." Feng Yuan's eyes flushed, as if the flush appeared on his face when a woman was a woman. It was very light and weird.

Fang Wen rolled his eyes a few times, then suddenly shook his head and said, "Forget it, I won't be afraid of these things anyway." He looked like Mr. Feng, with his hands on his back, and his head held high and his chest stood up.

Feng Yuan's face instantly became extremely ugly. He just followed Mr. Feng Da to find Fang Wen. At the door, he clearly heard that Mr. Feng Da handed over half of the Feng Yu Terminal to Commander Fang Wen. What does the Feng Yu Terminal mean? Only Feng Yuan, a great disciple who has been in charge of the Feng Sect for nearly ten years, knows it. It was a giant, a Feng Yu Terminal, which was almost comparable to the combined power of the eight other Feng Sects. Mr. Feng Da handed over half of the Feng Sect's headquarters to Fang Wen.

Feng Yuan took a long breath. A white and squeaky scream flashed in front of his eyes. He felt his lower body as hard as steel, and he wanted to find someone to vent his feelings. But now it doesn't work. Now he wants to follow Mr. Feng to welcome the group of madmen at the Yuemen.

The crowd of Fengmen waited on the empty lawn of the resort for more than ten minutes, and finally a strange convoy drove over slowly.

The convoy was strange because the convoy was too complicated. Dozens of cars came from 50 passengers with travel agency signs to ragged trucks for transporting vegetables and livestock, as well as various expensive and cheap private cars.

Three hundred men and women wearing tight black clothes and carrying a long sword on their backs rushed out of the convoy, like soldiers, and soon formed a square formation on the lawn.

When Fang Wen saw these people, he felt a chill in his heart. The group of people were dressed neatly, cleanly, and almost evil. Their faces were pale, and their skin emitting an abnormal and shiny luster like jade. Their hands were slender and powerful, their nails were neatly trimmed, and there was a layer of non-reflective nail polish on their nails. Theirs were all men's squintessential hair and women's ears. Their clothes were also shockingly simple, with tight clothes and belts, plus a pair of cowhide-skinned quick boots, that's all.

It is too clean and neat, which is Fang Wen’s first impression of the disciples of Yuemen.

What followed was the expression of numbness, dementia, confusion, or madness that appeared on their pale faces. A layer of death that Fang Wen could only feel from the dead body enveloped them. They stood there like a group of dead people. With Fang Wen's current skills, he could not hear the sound of their heartbeat or breathing.

This is a group of butchers who have reached their limits in their control of their own **. This is Fang Wen’s second impression.

The heavy death breath that came to his face made Fang Wen feel vomiting. Fang Wen suspected that these people had lost the thinking and feelings of normal people, and they were just a group of machines.

Perhaps the group of people accompanied by Fang Wen's second senior brother Feng Hu is a little more normal.

Feng Hu is a gentle and elegant young man with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and he is also the most intelligent among Mr. Feng Da’s disciples with the highest IQ and the most ambitious one. This time he was responsible for transporting the disciples of Yuemen to the villa without disturbing anyone. Now it seems that he has completed the task very well.

Feng Hu accompanied him to come here, more than thirty people, and more than a dozen of them were full of thief aura. These short guys, who were constantly patrolling around with eyes, were experts in the Huamen. They had a fanatical love for all safes in the world, and their biggest dream was to open all safes in the world and sweep all the money and goods in it. In some ways, they and Fang Wen's third senior brother Feng Hou were compassionate colleagues.

Of course, according to Fang Wen's words, Fenghou steals something as a rape. He relies on his light body skills to forcefully sneak in and take away the target object. These guys at Huamen are seducing rape. They always use various tricks and tricks to open the sturdy vaults and safes, take away the treasures inside, and then obediently restore the safe to the original one. Sometimes they even help them strengthen the vault or safe - for example, changing the sixteen-digit password on the electronic lock into a complex one thousand and twenty-four-digit password.

In Fang Wen's understanding, Feng Hou's rape is the easiest to be discovered, and these guys in Huamen are a little more secretive, but they are not much better. These crazy people in Huamen seduced their safe or vault, and they also had to patch them to repair the hymen, but they couldn't stitch their entire lower body, right?

In short, it is not a good thing. When dealing with this group of people in Huamen, you must be vigilant at any time.

The other dozen people around Feng Hu made Fang Wen feel a little danger. Like the Yuemen disciples lined up, these people were wearing black windbreakers of a unified format and long swords were on their backs, but their eyes were flexible and agile. There was no difference between the whites and the balls in their eyes. There was only a faint blue or red color in their eyes.

"The Secret Sword Classic of Purple Moon" three major moon realms, the Green Moon realm, the Red Moon realm, and the Purple Moon realm that is said to be able to kill people thousands of miles away by sword. Of course, the Purple Moon realm, like the eighth and ninth heavens of the Fengmen Wind Reign Sutra, are all legendary things. Except for the alien ancestor of the Tianmen, I have never heard of anyone who has practiced to that level.

The current leader of the Moon Sect, Mr. Yueda, is only in the thirty-fiveth month of the Red Moon Realm, and is still much less than the highest level of the Red Moon Realm.

Mr. Feng Da bowed from a distance and shouted: "Senior Brother Yue, are you here in person? Senior Brother Yue Er and Senior Brother Yue San, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years?"

Walking in the front, the vermilion-red face emitted a moist jade light, five long silver-white beards drooped to the bottom of the lower abdomen, and a small bun was tied on his head. He looked like a paranormal, and was the leader of the moon sect. However, the temperament of this paranormal is really hard to understand. From a distance, he cursed with thunderous voice: "Fuck, what are you good to see? You are not a woman, why do I see you for nothing? I don't know how to practice in seclusion when I have that kung fu?"

After a hundred meters of distance in one step, Mr. Yueda opened his eyes wide and looked at Mr. Fengda carefully. Suddenly, a heavy palm slashed on Mr. Fengda's chest. He laughed and said, "***, why have you Feng Xiaoniu grown a beard? It seems that you are old too. Hahaha, we have really not seen each other for more than ten years?"

Mr. Feng Da's body was shaking by the heavy palm, his face turned red and green, and he couldn't recover for a long time. After a long time, Mr. Feng Da's breath of heat with a bloody smell and smiled bitterly: "Senior Brother Yue, we have really never seen it since the Tianmen Conference 19 years ago."

"Oh, that's it!" A chilling red light flashed in Mr. Yueda's eyes, and he laughed wildly: "In other words, I haven't beat you up for 19 years. This time, we brothers and sisters have to go through a good fight, and see how you have made progress over the years!" He pointed to Feng Er, Mr. Feng San and others whose face suddenly became extremely bleak, and shouted: "No one is allowed to run away!***, you guys from Fengmen are walking faster than wilful dogs! If you dare to slip away, I will break your legs!"

Fang Wen's vest was sweating down, and Mr. Yueda was a madman! Mr. Huamen and Xuemen were just crazy about research, but Mr. Yueda was a madman who ignored everything in the world and pursued martial arts purely. Such people were pure, so it was difficult for such people to deal with. You could not change his mind at all!

As if he was afraid that Mr. Feng Da would run away, Mr. Yue Da grabbed Mr. Feng Da's shoulder with one hand and shouted: "Second, third, you can take these little kids to take a shower and eat. Well, don't work too hard when you are out this time. Before going to bed, the moon shines on the meridian for 360 cycles."

Three hundred and sixty cycles! Isn’t this too hard?

Fang Wen, Feng Yuan, Feng Hu and Feng Hou looked at each other and took a few steps back in shock. Fang Wen claimed that he was already a very hardworking person. Although his skills were injected with Yuan Liquid, he always had to carry twelve to thirty-six Zhoutian every day, and he felt it was very hard. But the people from the Yuemen have 360 ​​Zhoutians, which is called not too hard?

No wonder, except for a few elders in charge of external affairs, the others never inject primordial fluid, but their combat power is the strongest in Tianmen.

This is a bunch of lunatics!

Of course, only the moon sect can produce such a madman. Wind body, flower bone, snow brain, moon vein, and only the meridians of the moon sect disciples can withstand such crazy transportation of Zhoutian. If the legendary moon vein owners, the meridians are naturally strong and smooth, and can transport at least 3,600 cycles a day. This is not a human, just like Fang Wen, a monster.

Mr. Yueda grabbed Mr. Fengda and laughed wildly. The blood in his eyes became thicker and thicker. Mr. Fengda laughed bitterly, and it seemed that he had the urge to cry.

Suddenly, Mr. Yueda let go of his hand, and he took a foolish step in front of Fang Wen and punched Fang Wen.

Fang Wen's speed was faster than Mr. Yueda. He turned up his palm and sealed the punch hard.

The huge real force collided with each other, and Mr. Yueda only felt that he had punched the empty wind. The feeling of using the wrong force made him feel so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood. Then a flexible and continuous recoil force slowly attacked, and actually bounced his body back more than ten steps.

Fang Wen almost burst into tears. A biting cold and sharp, as sharp as a knife, the domineering true power he had laid into pieces like a shattered slap, and straight down his palm, his heart veins. Wherever the true power passed, Fang Wen's arms were covered with thin ice inch by inch, and his meridians were frozen inch by inch, and Fang Wen could no longer notice the existence of his arms.

In horror, Fang Wen's nearly thirteen Jiazi's true power exploded in the cyclone, and a blue air wave about a foot thick gushed out of his body. A sesame-sized blood hole was broken in the palm of his right palm. A red true energy swept out with a biting coldness. The cold air spurted on the grass beside Fang Wen. A large piece of grass leaves several meters in radius were frozen and stiff. Amid the dense sound of shattering, the grass leaves broke one after another. The sound was so terrifying.

Mr. Yueda, Mr. Yueer, and Mr. Yue3's eyes also lit up bloody lights. They shouted: "Good boy, I will give you great benefits. Come on, have a fight with me for seven days and seven nights!" The three of them rushed up at the same time, and grabbed Fang Wen with six palms.

"Master! Help~~~" Fang Wen let out a shrill cry.

Mr. Feng Da, Mr. Feng Er and others turned their heads at the same time, looking at the clouds in the sky one by one, looking at the breeze and white clouds, and they were clearly out of the world.

Feng Yuan, Feng Hu and Feng Hou looked at their toes tightly, as if thinking about where a little ant in front of their toes would crawl. Their master looked at the sky, and they looked at the earth; Mr. Feng Da and his face were leisurely and out of the world, while the three of them were frightened, and the level of their realm could be seen at a glance.

The three madmen joined forces to seal hundreds of large acupoints around Fang Wen within one percent of a second. He laughed wildly and carried Fang Wen away.

Fang Wen finally forced a neck to twist and looked at Mr. Feng Da with resentment. His mute hole was sealed, and he couldn't even scream at the help of his life.

Mr. Feng Da coughed a few times and finally said, "Okay, everyone have a good rest for two days. After making all preparations, they will set out to the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. This matter is related to the major events that our Tianmen has planned for thousands of years, and there must be no mistakes."

He said gloomyly: "We only have one chance to do this. If the people in the Longmen know about it, we will never be able to get close to the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. Therefore, if anyone ruined this incident, I will take action personally to destroy all his relatives."

All the people present stood in awe, and even the old thieves in the flower gate never dared to look around. They knew that this time was a real thing and that they must not make mistakes. The first chapter of the human path, goodbye,
Chapter completed!