Chat Group: Traveling Through Billions of Worlds Simultaneously

Chapter 112 Returning to the Maoshan faction and sweeping away thousands of troops [Dragon Boat Festival Ankang! 】

Chat group.

[Deer and Ding Ji Fang Chen]: "Forget it, what Lao Bai said is right, the group owner will distribute innumerable magic weapons in the future, so I will buy them next time!"

Watching the group leader sell the Nine Dragon Whip to Qiu Sheng's version of Fang Chen, Wei Xiaobao's version of Fang Chen squeezed his fists and quickly figured it out.

It's just a magic weapon, it doesn't matter if I get it or lose my life.

Swinging the Demon Slashing Sword, his face turned cold when he heard the whirring piercing sound coming from his ears.

"Dog Tartar, since you're here, stay here!"

Looking towards the opposite direction of the Manchu camp, his eyes showed a cruel cold light.

[Fang Chen, Condor Heroes]: "I'm not greedy, I have a set of magic tools that is enough! If you have extra, you can give a set to apprentice Zhang Junbao!"

[Swordsman Fang Chen]: "Me too, it's enough for now! However, if there is extra, it would be great to give sister Ning a set in the future!"

[Deer Ding Ji Fang Chen]: "I won't be sleepy when it comes to this! Wait, if this happens, don't I have to prepare seven or eight more sets to be enough for the women?"

[Ninth Uncle World Fang Chen]: "Fortunately, I only have Tingting alone, so I don't need to think too much about it for the time being! Big bastard, will you be troubled if you have more women? It seems that your little life is not going well!"

[Fang Chen, The Legend of Condor Heroes]: "If you gain something, you must lose it. This is the eternal truth!"

[Smiling Proud Jianghu Fang Chen]: "Big bastard, you are now leading the army to fight outside, and those women are left behind and didn't bring them together?"

[Deer and Ding Ji Fang Chen]: "Nonsense, knives and arrows have no eyes on the battlefield, why should I bring them here? It happens that I have Long Er sitting behind me, so I can rest assured!"

[Smiling Proud Jianghu Fang Chen]: "Big bastard, I don't envy anything else, but I envy you to open up your harem and let them get along in peace! Really, I have to admire you for this!"

[Ninth Uncle World Fang Chen]: "Admiration plus one, we can't learn the halo of the protagonist like a big bitch!"

[Fang Chen, The Legend of Condor Heroes]: "There's nothing to be envious of. Children's love is a small way, and the way of longevity is the goal we should pursue!"

[Deer and Ding Ji Fang Chen]: "Hey, it's useless for you to be envious!"

[Ninth Uncle World Fang Chen]: "Stop talking, stop talking, I'm on my way, let's chat when I have time!"

[Eternal Life Fang Chen]: "Since the matter is over, I can rest assured that I will retreat and attack the mystical realm! If there is anything, you can discuss it yourself!"

The group leader Fang Chen glanced at the chat records of the group members, smiled lightly, and didn't care too much.

With a thought, he opened the luck value panel.

[Total luck: 2455/10000]

[Eternal Life: 576/∞]

[Deer and Ding Ji Fang Chen: 1274/10000]

【Fang Chen: 177/10000】

【Ninth Uncle World Fang Chen: 76/10000】

[Swordsman Fang Chen: 274/10000]

After selling the magic weapon, the group leader Fang Chen increased his luck by ninety points.

Wei Xiaobao's version of Fang Chen regained several provinces and increased his luck value by 1274 points. After deducting the purchase of magic weapons and usual consumption, there are still points, which is the richest in the group.

Fang Chen, Yue Buqun's version, was promoted to be the chief disciple of the Huashan School and gained luck points. The other two did not change much.

The total luck value has also increased to 2455 points, which is more than 500 points away from the next chat group optimization.

The future is expected!

"call"

Taking his gaze away from the light curtain of the chat group, the group leader Fang Chen took a deep breath and decisively closed it.

After that, the eyes seemed to open and close, and the mind sank into the mind, falling into a dark state.

Subconsciously, the heart formula in the "Shangqing Three Caves Manual" works automatically, and the primordial spirit slowly strengthens.

He wants to adjust his state to the best, and then hit the mysterious realm of supernatural powers.

Maoshan School is famous for its seal characters.

Of course, Maoshan disciples are not only good at making talismans, but also good at catching ghosts and eliminating demons, asking gods to descend demons and so on.

There are thousands of Maoshan disciples all over the world.

They are either famous all over the world or unknown.

This point is somewhat similar to the Shaolin Temple in the martial arts world, which recruits disciples from outside sects wantonly.

After passing down their skills, let them go back to their respective homes and spread their branches and leaves.

Therefore, there is a saying that martial arts in the world come from Shaolin.

The same principle applies to the Maoshan sect. After the disciples have learned a whole body of skills, they are allowed to go out of the mountain, which is called experience.

Then, the disciples of Maoshan School spread all over the world, each took root.

They may fail, but most thrive locally.

If you accept a disciple, pass on the Taoism of Maoshan, and after you have learned something, you can take it back to Maoshan and officially enter it in the list of Maoshan disciples.

Correspondingly, those who are masters can also get rewards from Maoshan.

This is a multi-purpose thing, Maoshan faction has successors, and the disciples outside have been rewarded, and everyone will not suffer.

When Uncle Jiu was studying art in Maoshan, he only got the inheritance of the "Shangqing Three Caves Manual" from outside disciples, and he had already cultivated to the highest level.

His strength has already reached the tenth level of Qi training, but he has not been able to break through the foundation building for more than ten years because he does not have the next step in his practice.

Originally, he had already given up his mind and had no further thoughts.

It is enough to maintain Yizhuang and spend the rest of his life in peace and stability.

But in the past few months, seeing that the eldest disciple Qiu Sheng has suddenly become promising, and after he has cultivated his Taoist method to the eighth level of Qi training, Uncle Jiu can no longer sit still.

If Qiusheng was brought back to Maoshan, the elders in the sect would be very satisfied, and the next step of practice might be given along with him.

Then, the foundation-building realm is no longer a moon in the water or a flower in the mist, but within reach!

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu felt that he could save this salted fish again!
So, he hurriedly took Qiusheng out of Renjia Town and headed for the location of the Maoshan faction.

There was a piece of divine movement amulet attached to each of their feet, and their steps were shortened to an inch, and the distance between them was several miles.

Crossing mountains and rivers is like streams, and climbing mountains and mountains is like flat land.

In just one day, the two of them, the master and the apprentice, had arrived at Maoshan thousands of miles away.

"call"

Fang Chen, Qiusheng's version, gasped and exhaled a mouthful of foul air.

It was really uncomfortable for him to rush on the road with high intensity on two legs.

"Master, is Maoshan ahead?"

After resting for a while, Fang Chen looked at the mountains in front of him and asked aloud.

This is a majestic and majestic huge mountain range, undulating for hundreds of miles and boundless.

"Yes, this is the ancestral land of my Maoshan School, don't talk, just follow me!"

Uncle Jiu straightened his clothes, gave some instructions, and strode up the mountain.

"Okay, I only brought my ears today, not my mouth!"

Qiu Sheng Fang Chen nodded, and followed behind the master, all the way forward.

Watching Uncle Jiu chatting with the disciples guarding the mountain, he let them go up the mountain after verifying their identities.

After walking for a long time, I finally reached the halfway up the mountain, and there are rows of palaces in front of me, which are endless, giving people a sense of solemnity and solemnity.

Finally, the master and apprentice came to Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace, one of the three palaces and five temples.

This is the office specially used by the Maoshan Sect to receive returning disciples from the outer sect.

"Outer disciple Lin Fengjiao, apply to enter the palace!"

Standing in front of the stone steps outside the palace gate, Uncle Jiu said respectfully to the closed gate.

Qiu Sheng's version of Fang Chen followed and saluted respectfully, but his eyes were wandering around.

"Squeak" sounded.

The palace door opened slowly, and a young man in a black Taoist robe came out.

Its face is crowned like jade, and it seems to be shimmering with precious light, ethereal and indifferent, like a fairy in the sky, not like in the world.

It looked like he was only in his twenties at most, but his aura was as deep as the sea, extremely terrifying.

"Disciple Lin Fengjiao, pay respects to Master Uncle!"

Seeing the person coming, Uncle Jiu bowed respectfully.

Qiusheng version Fang Chen: "."

This guy looks as old as himself, but he is Master's uncle?
Isn't master's uncle his own uncle?
That's right, it must be the existence of the Foundation Establishment Realm or even a higher level, which can prolong life and rejuvenate.

This guy is not as young as he looks on the surface, maybe he is over a hundred years old.

"Disciple Fang Qiusheng, pay homage to Master Uncle!"

Thinking of this, Qiu Sheng's Fang Chen hastily saluted respectfully.

"Well, Lin Jiu, did you bring him back to enter the roster?"

The young Taoist glanced at the two of them indifferently, and soon knew the reason for their visit.

He has presided over the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace for many years, and he has seen many disciples come back to receive rewards after taking root in the local area and passing down the Maoshan Taoism.

Lin Fengjiao was neither the first nor the last.

"Master's eyes are like torches, that's exactly what it is!"

Uncle Jiu arched his hands, pointed at Qiusheng's version of Fang Chen and said, "His name is Fang Qiusheng, and he is an apprentice accepted by the disciple in Renjia Town. return!"

"Well, Guan Gu's age is only two decades old, so it's not easy to advance to the late stage of Qi training!"

Hearing this, the young Taoist stared at Qiu Sheng's version of Fang Chen with real eyes, seeing him clearly from the inside out.

"Hey, your martial arts cultivation is not weak, you actually have the acquired seven-layer realm, not bad, not bad!"

Suddenly, the Taoist's eyes narrowed, but he saw the difference between Qiu Sheng's version of Fang Chen and ordinary Taoist disciples.

Today, not only Taoism is becoming more and more difficult, but even martial arts has become weaker.

Nowadays, there are very few martial arts masters in the world, and there is not even a single martial arts master in the Xiantian realm.

Unexpectedly, today I saw a double-ten-year-old Houtian seventh-level martial arts master, and he was also an outer disciple of the Maoshan School.

"Fang Qiusheng, right? Not bad!"

A smile appeared on the corner of the young Taoist's mouth, obviously very satisfied with the disciples brought back by Lin Jiu.

He took out a jade talisman, threw it to Fang Chen, and said, "After the dripping blood sacrifice, you will be the No. 40 fourth-generation disciple of our sect, and you will be on the wall of Maoshan Gate. job!"

"Young man, work hard!"

After a few words of praise, the Taoist looked at Uncle Jiu who was beside him.

"Lin Jiu, you have contributed to the development of this sect, and I will reward you generously!"

He pondered for a while, and said to him: "I see that you have reached the state of great perfection in Qi training, your foundation is solid, and your breath is steady, so I will bestow you the "Dongxuan Lingbao Sutra"!"

"After you break through the foundation building stage, you can return to the master's door and become an inner disciple of the door!"

"Of course, if you don't have this ambition, you can also receive a magic weapon to spread the branches and leaves for our sect and strengthen our Maoshan Mountain!"

While speaking, the Taoist waved his hand, and a scroll of jade fell into Uncle Jiu's hands.

"Disciple Lin Fengjiao, thank you uncle!"

Uncle Jiu, who was holding the jade book, trembled all over, and hurriedly saluted to show his gratitude.

The world of deer and cauldron, beside the Wei River.

"Soldiers, follow me to kill!"

"boom!"

Thousands of horses are galloping, the earth is trembling, the army is moving, and the flying arrows are like clouds.

The black rain of arrows, like dark clouds covering the sky, poured down towards the Manchu side.

Ming Wang Wei Xiaobao personally led the army and took the lead in the charge. The 50 troops were all on top, and the decisive battle began directly.

After several battles with Man Qing, he didn't want to dawdle any longer, and wanted to accomplish all in one battle.

The army surged up, and the sound shook hundreds of miles away, and they all rushed towards the Manchu camp on the opposite side.

"Meet the enemy! Meet the enemy!"

Fei Yanggu, the commander-in-chief of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, was terrified and ordered a counterattack.

Even when he was beaten to death, he didn't expect that the opponent's entire army would attack, and they didn't play cards according to the routine at all.

"boom!"

The two sides collided together and instantly turned into a flesh and blood mill.

Soldiers are dying every moment, either by arrows or by swords.

King Ming's army of 50 troops, who had been prepared for a long time, came in a surprise attack, but the Manchu and Qing forces rushed to the battle and could only defend passively.

Originally, the troops were not enough for King Ming's side, and with King Ming taking the lead, they were even more invincible and greatly boosted their morale.

"kill!"

Wei Xiaobao's version of Fang Chen held the Demon Slaying Sword, a three-foot-long sword qi slashed out, dozens of Qing soldiers were cut in half, and a large open space was cleared.

"Haha, refreshing, brothers, follow me to kill the enemy, expel the Tartars, and restore China to me!"

Fang Chen, who was so murderous, let out a long roar, and the Demon Slaying Sword in his hand was even more murderous.

Wherever they passed, the Manchu and Qing parties could not resist at all, people turned their backs on their backs, and blood flowed like rivers.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Expel the Tartars, restore China!"

The soldiers of King Ming behind Fang Chen followed behind him with high morale.

Like the arrow of an arrow that leaves the string, it ruthlessly pierced towards the commander-in-chief of the Chinese army camp in the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

He was wearing a magic weapon-level robe, and ordinary attacks could not break through its defenses.

And the sharpness of the Devil Slaying Sword is even better than any magic weapon in the world, nothing can stop its sharpness.

Wherever he went, no one could stop him, no one could beat him, and all of them turned into souls of the dead under the sword.

"Who is that man?"

From a distance, seeing the Ming army getting closer, Fei Yanggu gasped and opened his eyes wide.

The man in the armor was really brave, and the people who passed by turned their backs on their backs, and immediately asked in surprise.

"Return to my lord, that person is the false King Wei Xiaobao!"

Immediately, someone beside him climbed up and looked up, and recognized Fang Chen's identity.

"It turned out to be him? This person has such skills?"

Fei Yanggu was startled at first, then he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "This man is so arrogant, he is just a reckless man who can only show off his bravery!"

"Come here, pass on this commander-in-chief order to kill this thief, and he will be promoted to a third-level knighthood, and will be rewarded with a reward of ten thousand taels!"

Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave man. Although the False Ming King is brave and can fight a hundred with one enemy, how many can he kill alone?

1000 people? 1 people? 10 people?

Even if he is tired, he will be exhausted to death!

He knew that the people in the Central Plains martial arts had great skills, and since the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, there were also martial artists who joined the Eight Banners to serve.

But those warriors from the Central Plains are flexible, but they can't resist the siege of the army at all, they are just tasteless.

Originally, he thought that this was an excellent opportunity, as long as he captured or killed King Ming, the rebels would be defeated by themselves.

At that time, the lairs of rebels in the south of the Yangtze River will be swept away, and the Qing Dynasty will return to peace. He, Fei Yanggu, will be the great hero who turned the tide.

At that time, Fei Yanggu will be crowned king and minister, and he will be an extremely human minister and his name will go down in history.

"Whoo!"

Following the order of the commander-in-chief, the morale of the Manchu side suddenly increased, and they all surrounded Fang Chen.

However, what happened next shattered Fei Yanggu's three views and fell to the ground.

The other party is so arrogant, but he does have the capital to be arrogant!

The saber and arrow will not hurt the body, but a casual sword will leave corpses all over the field, even if the overlord Xiang Yu is alive, it is nothing more than that.

The other party, as the king of Ming Wancheng, personally led the army to go out, and even took the lead in the soldiers.

"Haha, good time!"

Wei Xiaobao's version of Fang Chen let out a sigh of relief, happy and fearless.

With the ninth level of acquired martial arts and the seventh level of Qi training in Taoism, even the strength of the physical body exceeds two thousand catties.

Even if the internal strength is exhausted, you can move freely with brute force alone.

Coupled with the cassock and the demon-slaying sword in hand, the Qing soldiers in front of them are just pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Come and kill as many as you want!

He is invulnerable to swords and guns, and his strength is infinite. An army composed of these ordinary people can't hurt even half a hair of him.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is unstoppable courage!
Wei Xiaobao's version of Fang Chen's Demon Slaying Sword kept slashing and slashing, one sword struck a child, causing heads to roll and blood to flow like rivers.

Behind him were kung fu masters, all of whom had at least entered the gate of martial arts, wearing thick armor and holding a saber.

Following behind Ming Wang Wei Xiaobao's version of Fang Chen, like an arrow, pierced a fan-shaped open space.

After rushing for a while, Fang Chen raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his eyes were like lightning and he saw the big tent in the distance.

It was the account of Fei Yanggu, the commander of the 35 Qing army this time.

"Huh? It's less than five miles away! Brothers, follow me!"

He immediately sneered, adjusted his direction, and killed over there.

Catch the thief first catch the king!
Even if there were tens of thousands of troops ahead, they still couldn't stop King Ming's footsteps.

As long as there is anyone standing in front of him, no matter whether it is human or animal, wherever the Demon Slaying Sword passes, it will end up with a different head.

It was like a drill bit traveling at high speed, forcibly digging a big hole, leaving behind a lot of corpses.

"Quick, let me kill him!"

Seeing Fang Chen's demon-like figure, only a hundred meters away from him, Fei Yanggu trembled with fear.

At this moment, it was only a stick of incense before the time was up, and the opponent unexpectedly killed him in front of his handsome account.

Is this guy a human or a ghost, or is he really a fairy from the sky like folk rumors?

It's a pity that any resistance is futile, no matter how many troops he has, no matter how brave he is full of cavalry, he can't stop Fang Chen's footsteps.

"Kill Kill Kill"

Seeing that King Ming had already killed the opponent's commander, the morale of the Ming army was instantly shaken.

Accompanied by the roar of the sky, the 50 troops advanced layer by layer, and the Manchu Tartars fell in pieces.

"You are the commander-in-chief of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, Fei Yanggu?"

Fang Chen shook off the blood on the Demon Slashing Sword, and looked at the 50-something old man in front of him.

"Rebel, it is said that you used to be an eunuch in the palace. You were deeply favored by the emperor, and you didn't want to be loyal to the emperor and serve the country, so you actually rebelled. What should you do?"

Fei Yang looked down at Fang Chen condescendingly, and shouted aggressively.

"Stupid!"

Wei Xiaobao's version of Fang Chen was speechless for a moment, this guy didn't see the situation clearly!
Seeing this, he lost interest in talking to the other party on the spot, raised the Demon Slaying Sword high in his hand, flew up suddenly, and slashed at the other party from top to bottom.

"No!"

Fei Yang's eyes were about to split open, and his face was full of horror.

"Pfft!"

With a single slash of the sword, the man and the horse were split in half.

"The coach is dead, surrender to avoid death!"

Fang Chen raised Fei Yanggu's head with a sword, and shouted loudly.

(End of this chapter)