Fang Wen was quickly flipping through a large dictionary.

It has been a few days since he practiced the two black diamonds. Fang Wen felt that he was getting more and more refreshed. He only needed a short time to sleep every day to recover his energy. Moreover, his memory was becoming more and more abnormal. Although he still couldn't reach the level of not being able to remember everything, he could even write down 70% or 80% of the things in it after a glance at various books.

He hoped that if he continued to practice, he would reach the level.

After throwing the dictionary aside, Fang Wen lay lazily on a chair and moaned, "Dugu Qiubai! Alas, do I want to make a few Nobel Prizes to play with?"

He smacked his lips and raised his eyebrows proudly. Fang Wen made a few faces, suddenly jumped up and walked to the mirror, and looked at himself carefully.

"Such handsome, handsome! How could there be such a handsome person in the world? Alas, it's okay to be handsome, but still so smart! Oh my God, I will become smarter in the future! How can other men in the world live?" Fighting gently on his face, Fang Wen muttered in great narcissism: "Such handsome, damn it, so handsome it's gone! Oh woo! So handsome!"

‘Swish, swish’, my body twisted rapidly like a willow branch in the storm, and a hazy green shadow appeared in front of the mirror. Fang Wen suddenly stood still and continued to mutter: “It’s no treatment, handsomeness is just a little bit of my insignificant advantage. I have such strong martial arts skills. Oh my god, it’s almost perfect! Our eldest son! Oh hehehehe, if our eldest son returns to Beijing now, those guys’ eyes will still be glaring out? Alas, there’s no way, the levels are different!”

"The levels are different, Fang Wen." Fang Wen looked at himself in the mirror and kept muttering in a low voice.

"You are handsome, tall and mighty. You are strong, you are the strongest among the disciples of the Fengmen generation. You are smart, and as long as you go on for a few months, you can be smarter than everyone in the world, and you will become very knowledgeable. You are rich, and you will spend more than a lifetime. You can also be very famous. As long as you are willing, you can become a superstar in the emperor in a few days."

"Fang Wen, you are the best, you are the most perfect." Pointing to Fang Wen in the mirror, Fang Wen shouted loudly: "You are ten thousand times stronger than that dead foreigner!"

"You can strangle him with just one finger, your money can kill him, and the knowledge in your head can be asked to death. As long as you are willing, with the effort on your fingers, you can easily become a so-called piano master! With your voice now, you can become the world's top singer! Dangdang~~~~" Fang Wen shouted loudly, roaring the thirty-six consecutive bells of the Xuanyin Tianzhong. The sound was mellow or clear, or magnificent or exquisite. Fang Wen perfectly interpreted what the "sound of nature" is.

"You are ten thousand times better than that dead foreigner! One million times better!"

Fang Wen looked at himself in the mirror viciously. He gasped loudly and gasped heavily.

His eyes bulged.

His chest was thrust.

His entire mental state changed wonderfully.

Finally, he shouted loudly: "So, you are more qualified than him to marry Wenwen!"

‘Pa～～～～～’, Fang Wen slapped himself hard. His face quickly became swollen, but the wind circulated on his face, and his red and swollen face quickly returned to its original state.

"Well, you're not crazy." Fang Wen kept nodding, he clenched his fists tightly with both hands and waved hard: "You are much more qualified than that dead foreigner!"

"What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of?"

"Love? Fuck! You and Wenwen are childhood sweethearts, and that dead foreigner is the third party involved!"

"Take love with your sword! Fang Wen! After so many years, you're like a man! You're like a man with a ball!"

"What are you afraid of? Wenwen hasn't married him yet!"

"As long as you are not married, there is still hope!"

"Even if you get married, there is still hope!"

‘Bang’, with a punch, the mirror was smashed to pieces, Fang Wen shouted: “Come here, prepare for me, I’m going to Vienna! I’m going to Vienna! Hurry, prepare for me!”

"Easily transport all my cars!"

"Look for three hundred tall and handsome young faces in the Fengyu Department!"

"Go and order 9999 roses of various colors for me!"

"Well, prepare a lot of arms! If you can't do it, I'll steal the kiss! Damn, fuck that dead foreigner to death!"

"Fuck, it's my own, it's my own, don't touch anyone!" Fang Wen rushed out of the villa where he lived with a ferocious face, and roared wildly to the sky: "Who dares to touch my woman! I'll fuck him all over! Fuck!"

The blue air waves soared into the sky from Fang Wen's body, reaching a height of five or six meters. Fang Wen was wrapped in the blue air waves, and the wind was blowing violently. Dozens of big trees around the villa were uprooted and twisted into pieces in the wind. There were a lot of noises in the sky, and Fang Wen's body slowly floated up, floating several feet above the ground.

Dozens of Fengyuguards rushed over and looked at the incredible power displayed by Fang Wen. They stood there stiffly, their minds blank!

Can martial arts be practiced to this extent?

Shanghai, Bund.

Yue Jue carried an ancient five-foot sword on his back, wearing an ancient Rusheng robe that allowed passers-by to turn back 100%. He slowly walked along the riverside with his hands on his back.

He is the young man who spoke on the phone with Feng Yuan. He is the strongest swordsman in Yuemen in the past 30 years, a complete madman, and a pure madman who scares Feng Yuan.

He has a bad popularity in the Tianmen, and no one likes him with the smell of a beast on his body.

He was happy to do this, because he felt that he was outstanding and he was superior, and he disdained to mingle with those mediocre people.

The only person in the Tianmen who had something to do with him was Feng Yuan. But the reason why Yue Jue had such a little friendship with Feng Yuan was simply because he was the eldest son of Feng Yuan and might be the candidate for the head of Feng Yuan in the end. But in his heart, he looked down on Feng Yuan and from the bottom of his heart.

Yue Jue is arrogant and has some unknown secrets in his heart.

For example, he had already broken through the Red Moon Realm of the Purple Moon Secret Sword Book and had initially reached the level of the Purple Moon. So many elders and masters of the Moon Sect were still blocked in the Red Moon Realm and had not made any progress for decades. His achievements were reached before the Tianmen obtained those God Fu. After practicing God Fu, his strength was stronger and his skills were more refined.

And this is not a big secret. The biggest secret in his heart is that he has the moon meridian.

Fang Wen's wind body diffuses and is shaped on the surface. So Mr. Feng Da saw at a glance that Fang Wen has the peerless qualification of Feng body.

The moon meridian is convergent and implicit, so no one found that Yue Jue, who was adopted by the Yuemen since childhood, had such a legendary physique. Yue Jue was able to confirm that his meridian, which was very different from ordinary people, was the legendary moon meridian.

He did not share these secrets with anyone.

No one in the world is qualified to share his secrets.

Even Feng Yuan, the only one who has a little friendship, is not successful. Feng Yuan is also very proud, but Feng Yuan's pride is vulgar and obscene. Yue Jue feels that his pride is the real pride. It is like the bright moon hanging high in the sky, shining on the earth, but it will never be touched by ordinary people.

His heart is so arrogant that his outfit is so weird in the eyes of ordinary people.

After walking along the river beach for a while, Yue Jue's cell phone suddenly rang.

"Where is she?" Yue Jue asked coldly.

"The headquarters of Longmen in Shanghai?" Yue Jue's eyes widened a little, showing a eager expression.

"Very good, I will bring her out. Your men are ready to take the support." Yue Jue smiled, smiling happily, and smiling brightly.

Carefully stuffed the phone into the dark bag on his belt, Yue Jue let out a long hiss and suddenly pulled out the long sword behind him.

The sword light was like water, and Yue Jue jumped up dozens of meters high. He stepped on the low old-fashioned buildings by the river, like a bullet coming out of the borehole, and rushed towards a tall building in the distance with a harsh roar.

Passers-by screamed, and countless tourists grabbed the camera in their hands, and the camera shots were all harshly.

Yue Jue ignored the potential rules that everyone followed, rushed to the door of the Longmen Shanghai branch building. The sword light like water slashed out, shattering the door and the walls on both sides of the door into pieces.

Several Longmen disciples were about to go out, but Wuzhu's sword energy swept across. They had no time to call and were cut off by the sword energy in half.

"Yuemen Yuejue is here! Come up and die!"

Yue Jue shouted loudly, and dozens of sword energy gushed out in his shaking hands. The red sword energy covered the entire first-floor lobby of the building. Dozens of low-level disciples from Longmen who were unable to dodge and died under the sword.

A harsh alarm ringtone rang, and heavy impact sounds came everywhere. The security system inside the building was activated, and a series of iron doors made of heavy bulletproof steel plates blocked the passages in and out.

“Wou~~~”

Yue Jue smiled gently, and a gentle look was actually on his scarred face.

"Then let's have fun. Let me slap you guys." He smiled gently.

The five-foot long sword in his hand was stimulated by the true force, and a hazy red blood light rippled out. Yue Jue chanted for a long time: "Kill one person in ten steps, and go thousands of miles away!"

He climbed up the stairs layer by layer with relaxed steps.

The iron gate that was blocking him was shattered by the sword energy. The disciples of the dragon gate who rushed towards him were also shattered by the sword energy.

Yue Jue is the only one among the masters of Yuemen who does not refuse to inject primordial fluid. He injected three S-A-1 Yuan liquid publicly and used other means to get some mixed low-end Yuan liquid. In addition, he practiced true energy with the Yuezhi and was more than ten times faster than ordinary people. His real skill cultivation was comparable to Fang Wen.

But how can Fang Wen’s attack power be compared with the Purple Moon Secret Sword Book in terms of attack power?

The sword energy surged forward like a tide, and the sword light was like a knife wheel, shattering all the objects that rushed towards him. The iron gate was shattered, the human body was shattered, and the office tools in the room were shattered. Yue Jue walked into offices with a smile and killed the people inside. Whether it was Longmen disciples who were possessed of martial arts or those outside office workers who knew nothing about martial arts, he treated them equally, and everyone was torn to pieces by the sword light.

First floor, second floor, third floor...

Yue Jue hummed a relaxed waltz and danced cheerful steps up layer by layer. He walked through every room and killed everyone inside.

He has great skills, amazing agility in the five senses, and has the unique spiritual sense of a peerless swordsman. No one can escape his search.

Those external personnel who knew how to do martial arts were crying and begging, and some people kowtowed to him for mercy, but Yue Jue, who had a gentle face, killed them under the sword without hesitation.

He even stayed on the seventh floor for a short while, wasting about three minutes.

Because there was a pure and watery little girl on the seventh floor. He was moved by the little girl's watery spirit, so he spent three minutes killing her with the most cruel means.

Feng Yuan is a disgusting pervert, and Yue Jue is an extremely cruel pervert.

He took off the girl's skin, spread it carefully on the girl's bloody edge, and then signed his name on the white and delicate skin with a signature pen.

He even had the time to leave some advice on the treatment of this skin. He used a provocative tone to tell the upcoming investigators: You can consider making it into a doll and collect it in a private collection.

He moved forward step by step, killing people step by step.

Then he was unhappy to find that when there were three floors left before the top floor, there were no one in all the rooms.

After sighing, Yue Jue looked at a surveillance camera in the corridor and smiled faintly: "Can you behave well and let me kill me? Please! Your powerless struggle makes me helpless!"

Lu Fang's angry curse sounded in the corridor: "**You eighteen generations of ancestors!"

Yue Jue shrugged her shoulders and sighed hoarsely: "Young disciples of Longmen, this is the quality? Humph! Damn it!"

He soared into the sky in the corridor, protecting his body with a red sword. He broke through three floors and went straight to the highest floor of the building.

There is a large conference room on the highest floor of the building. At this time, the conference room was full of people. They were low-level disciples from Longmen and those staff who knew how to do martial arts. Lu Fang led eight good players and stood steadily at the gate leading to the conference room, looking at Yue Jue with a drowning look.

Yue Jue stretched out his scarlet tongue and slowly licked the blood on the sword. "Shi Liu", he swallowed his saliva and blood into his stomach, and his hoarse and ugly voice sounded: "Longmen Shanghai Branch, disappointed me. Where is the master? Where is the master? Where is the master? Are there some unstoppable waste in Longmen? Where is the master? Where is the master? Hum?"

He stretched out his left hand and slowly pointed at each of Lu Fang and nine others who were blocking the road from left to right.
To be continued...