[Character template: Iron Hand (Tieyouxia)

Ten thousand jin of bronze walls to resist Hong Tao, and hide Kou Xiao with a fierce fist with a naked hand. Six and five gods are one of the four famous arresters in Zhuge Taifu's mansion.

Major practice skills: consistent magical skills, majestic magical skills, and naked-handed fist.

Current capability progress: 30%.]

【Current capability progress: 35%】

Now that the people gathered at the head of the Beggars' Sect, they can be said to be 90% of the senior leaders of the entire Ming Dynasty martial arts world. Just by browsing their faces in front of them, Fang Yunhan's ability progress has increased to 30%. This time, the impression in the hearts of the two Wudang of Shaolin doubled and they advanced by 5%.

The continuous force flowed between the limbs and bones, and the severe pain in Fang Yunhan's chest was almost suppressed and completely unable to feel it.

The boy maintained a calm and calm look on the surface, and cheered in his heart.

After he had activated his internal energy for several weeks, he opened his eyes. Zen Master Fakong and Taoist Master Qingyun had left, and only Zhao Dapeng was left.

"You told me to say something in public, and I was praised by two seniors."

Zhao Dapeng sat down on the other side of the stone and said, "It would be great if you were from our Beggars' Sect."

"This is just a simple analysis choice. When you are in a calm mood in the future, you can do it as long as you think about it more when encountering things." Fang Yunhan's words were not humble. He really didn't think he was a wise man.

In his opinion, any person who has completed nine years of compulsory education and has watched some detective martial arts dramas can do it, but he must be calm and careful enough.

However, in Zhao Dapeng's opinion, he only felt that he was a friend who had lived and died together. He felt more intimate about his expectations and said that the senior officials of various sects discussed in the mourning hall: "We are going to set off tomorrow at noon. It is useless for some small sects to join, so there are only one person in the Beggars' Sect, Shaolin and Wudang, and the rest are eight masters of the Five Mountains, Kunlun, Emei, and Kongtong, and a few followers. In addition, there are also a little pale clouds and two righteous celebrities, Nanling Duan Wangsun, joined."

"Let's leave at noon tomorrow." Fang Yunhan nodded, pondered for a moment, and looked directly at Zhao Dapeng's eyes, "Do you believe me?"

"Natural!" Zhao Dapeng's tone was unquestionable.

"Okay." Fang Yunhan stretched out his hand, "Then give me the treasure map."

"Ah?" Zhao Dapeng was stunned and then figured it out, "Yes, everyone thought the treasure map was on me, but I left it to you for safekeeping. In this way, the team will naturally be safer in both light and dark places."

As Zhao Dapeng said, he took out a tiny bamboo tube from his arms and handed it to Fang Yunhan.

Although we have known each other for less than ten days, Zhao Dapeng has really regarded Fang Yunhan as a friend of life and death.

Fang Yunhan took the bamboo tube, pulled out the treasure map and took a look, and said, "It's indeed left to me to keep, but it's not the same team."

Zhao Dapeng opened his mouth and Fang Yunhan raised his hand to stop him and said, "Don't be anxious, listen to me. It seems that I am alone and it is absolutely dangerous to be discovered. But in fact, as long as your team still exists on the surface, the other party dares not bet whether it is a suspicious plan. They must also divide a large part of their strength to deal with your team."

"And I will not be alone," Fang Yunhan put away the bamboo tube and said, "Tonight you will send someone to Yueyang City to buy me a good horse. Remember, you must send a veteran to each sect to falsely reveal the news that I want to leave first."

Zhao Dapeng thought to himself: "You haven't left before, but now you're suddenly in such a hurry to leave, they will definitely guess. But why don't you explain it directly to them?"

"Because I want to do it, no one knows where the treasure map is except you and me." Fang Yunhan said, "And the famous sects need face. You have decided to discuss it. As long as we don't say it clearly, they will not divide their troops in the large team that has been decided. In other words, I want them to mobilize more people who did not come to worship this time to make our strength stronger."

Zhao Dapeng was still a little puzzled: "Why do they do their best if they obscured it like we are so hiding?"

"For a sect, even if it cooperates to kill threatening enemies, it always wants to make the partner lose more. But for huge profits, as long as your mind is a little unconscious, you are willing to take risks."

Fang Yunhan’s meaning is very simple.

If the treasure map is to be escorted to the court on the surface, then the various factions cannot take action.

But if Fang Yunhan was alone and left unclearly, he was killed halfway through, and finally suddenly found that the treasure map had been secretly given to him, and it was gone at this time, so it would be hard to tell.

Your Beggars' Sect has never discussed it with us big sects, so of course we don't know about this. Of course, the one who cut him to death and robbed the treasure map is not ours. We are all working for the martial arts world to fight against the mysterious people.

Zhao Dapeng thought for a while and understood: "But, in this case, wouldn't you still be alone in danger?"

"Triangles are the most stable form. You have to believe that I have the ability to take advantage of the situation."

Fang Yunhan stood up with a smile, patted Zhao Dapeng on the shoulder, "Go and prepare the horse, I'll leave tonight."

It turned out that what he asked before was not whether Zhao Dapeng believed in his character, but whether he believed in his strength.

Zhao Dapeng felt the thick internal force that had just been uploaded from his shoulders, clenched his fists in front of his chest, and nodded heavily.

"good."

……………………

The winding paths lead to secluded places, and flowers and birds know each other.

A courtyard located in the deep mountains, with mottled green walls and hidden flowers and trees. The Black Dharma King stood outside the threshold and repeated everything about the treasure map of the Beggars' Gang.

The door of this yard is open. From where the Black Dharma King stands, you can see a desk in the yard under a peach blossom tree.

A beautiful woman was grinding ink. A man in his thirties spread out rice paper. When he heard the heavy losses of the five scattered people and the top ten elders, he sighed.

"It's because the Beggars' Gang is not exhausted. You can't blame you for this matter. However, you have to make careful arrangements and take good care of their families." The man picked a large pen from the pen holder and said, "We have gone back to the Western Regions and have settled channels for food, weapons, and horses. In addition to the practice areas opened up in the past, the 800 elite disciples who have been carefully trained. As long as the equipment and food are in place, they can quickly lead the new with the old and develop thousands or even tens of thousands of scales."

A fiery look appeared in the Black Dharma King's eyes. He knew very well that the person in front of him was definitely not a singular person. Since he said so now, at least 80% of the money was already possible.

Tens of thousands of disciples, what is that? Dominating the martial arts world is almost just around the corner.

And this is just the early stage, and it will be seen within one or two years.

"So what we lack most now is wealth." The man in the Confucian robe chuckled at his wife, dipped his brush in ink, and said, "I had asked Hongyu and the others to verify the authenticity of the Jianwen treasure, and the confirmed news has been sent back."

"So as long as you get the treasure map, your hegemony will be accomplished." The Black Dharma King couldn't help but answered the words, and then said ashamed, "It's a pity that something happened to me."

"I have already said that I can't blame you."

The man in the Confucian robe fell a word "Ming" on the paper. His brushwork was graceful and colorful, with three pieces of wood, and his ink was dripping with vivid ink. His domineering momentum was almost unsuppressed.

"I think it's because God wants me to be unfair and conspire when he is about to take over."

"Then I, Ming Cult, no."

The man suddenly stroked the tip of the pen, and the soft brush actually cut the paper in half. The word "Ming" was divided into a day and a month, and printed on the rice paper spreading to both sides, like a big roc spreading its wings and flying wings.

He looked at the new name and laughed loudly. The laughter swept the peach blossoms all over the trees like snow. The wind pushed the flowers outside the door, and the black Dharma King fell.

The Black Dharma King looked at it piously.

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