Beast Blood Panlong

Sanbao had already found out clearly that this person was the only one of the eight core members of the Fang family who frequently visited public places, and he must come to the Hongwu Building every ten days or so. He was considered a frequent visitor to the Yan family.

Sanbao didn't expect that he would meet his "target" just a few days after arriving.

Fang Juntu was obviously a regular patron of Hongwulou. As soon as he arrived, he swaggered to a specific VIP seat in front of the high platform. During this period, the Madam of Hongwulou and others came to wait on him.

On the stage, people were green and fat, singing and dancing. One wave left and another came, much to the delight of the wealthy men and boys in the audience.

"Wait me a moment!"

Seeing that it was almost time, Sanbao whispered to Guo'er, got up and came to the VIP table where Fang Juntu was sitting.

"Who are you, get out of the way, don't block our young master!" A few meters away from Fang Juntu, a tall and powerful man stopped in front of Sanbao and waved his hand, trying to push Sanbao away.

There was a pop.

Sanbao didn't move at all, but the strong man was thrown several meters away.

"Looking for death!" Seeing that his brother was defeated, several other guards rushed over. Just when they were about to attack Sanbao, Fang Juntu, who was sitting at the table, waved his hand, and then said with a smile: "It's interesting, how dare you

The person who touched me is very courageous. If you tell me your name, you can avoid death!"

"Don't worry about the strong wind blowing your tongue!" Sanbao spread his hands and knocked down all the other guards with the force of thunder, and then sat down opposite Fang Juntu.

After drinking a glass of self-poured wine, he raised the corner of his mouth and said: "Among the eight young men of the Suwen Fang family, Brother Juntu is the number one, and I am here today to ask for advice on two tricks!"

Fang Juntu wanted to say, you are an outsider, how do you know the depth of our eight clans? But since the other party called himself the first young person of the eight clans, Fang Juntu felt happy, but he didn't refute anything. As the saying goes,

He stretched out his hand without hitting the smiling man, and just said lightly:

"Very good. Now that you know my name, you still dare to come here to provoke me. I'm a bit brave. I just don't know if I'll be so brave later! It's not convenient to do anything here. Come with me and fight outside!"

Mr. Fang was feeling a little bored when an opponent who was not afraid of him suddenly appeared. He was immediately very excited and led a few limping subordinates out of the art viewing hall.

"That's what I meant!" Sanbao knew that if he didn't show a certain level of strength, he wouldn't have a chance to talk to the other party on an equal footing, so he immediately greeted Guo'er with his eyes and followed him out.

The two young masters came to the street in front of the Hongwu Building one after another in full view of everyone.

As soon as a few people stood on the street, a large venue was automatically cleared, followed by an increasing number of onlookers.

Most of the people in Beiyan worshiped martial arts and were warlike, so it was natural for the two to fight. However, when some people recognized that one of them was Fang Juntu, the famous Fang Juntu from the eight clans of the Fang family, the crowd suddenly became excited.

"Oh my God, it's Young Master Juntu of the Fang Eight Clan. The one who doesn't open his eyes, is he crazy?"

"I wonder who the unlucky guy standing opposite him is? Doesn't he know that Master Juntu just killed an elder of the Fang Five Clan a few months ago?"

"That's not necessarily true. There are no twos and threes. If you dare to go here, I'm optimistic about him. Come and place your bets. I'll bet on the young man with an eagle nose (that's the three treasures) to win at 5 to 1. The odds are super high...

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"Fuck you! This is called watching."

Along with the boundless noise, the two people in the field looked very calm. Not to mention the Three Treasures, the peak strength of Ling Emperor was enough to look down on most existences below Ling Xuan.

Fang Juntu is equally confident. Although he only has the cultivation level of a two-star spirit emperor, as one of the core disciples of the Fang Eight Clan, his combat power is by no means comparable to that of an ordinary spirit emperor.

"My subordinates will not kill unknown people, but they will report their names!"

"Luo Sanbao, please give me some advice!"

Sanbao was looking for someone, so his fighting spirit was naturally not as high as his opponent's. With both hands together, he fired out a set of floating cloud-dispelling palms.

"Little trick!" Seeing that Sanbao did not attack at close range, Fang Juntu snorted, and then fired a set of fire-type cotton palms on the spot.

Puff, puff sounded, and the crowd suddenly dispersed like a wolf.

Good guys, the two of them used earth-level spiritual skills as soon as they took action, and they were executed with the cultivation of the Spirit Emperor. The power was so great that in addition to forcing the onlookers back tens of meters, everyone was in awe.

Being able to see the fight between high-level spiritual emperors is not only a kind of enjoyment for most low-level spiritual practitioners and mortals, but also a rare learning opportunity.

In the blink of an eye, something that opened the eyes of all the people happened. The dignified members of the Eight Tribes were beaten to a very embarrassing state by an unknown soldier.

In the long-range confrontation between the two, Fang Juntu was almost completely at the bottom. Without him, Sanbao's casting speed was too fast.

Although the power of the two spiritual skills is not much different, the number of cloud-dispelling slashes shot by the third treasure is almost twice that of the opponent.

Relying on the protection of the body-protecting spirit gang, Fang Juntu was fine for the moment, but he was obviously at a disadvantage.

Seeing the sword flowers in Sanbao's hands flying like locusts all over the sky, Fang Juntu's face gradually became heavy.

He thought secretly: "Why is this guy's casting speed so fast? I only hit one blow, and the second blow also showed off his spiritual skills!"

The super strong soul power and the naturally agile hands make Sanbao extremely relaxed when facing opponents of the same level.

"I won't play with you anymore!"

Soon, Fang Juntu realized that he was definitely no match for the opponent in a long-range attack. He immediately shouted loudly and rushed forward with his palms waving.

"Want a physical fight? I'll stay with you until the end!"

Just when Sanbao was about to fight back, a very familiar palm print came out of Fang Juntu's hand.

The five-finger diagram of the five-picture palm.

That's right, what Fang Juntu used turned out to be the Wutu Palm that was used by Sanbao as the ultimate killing move.

Wutu Palm was created by Fang Tietang on Dilong Island, and then passed on to Sanbao when he left Dilong Island. Over the years, Sanbao gradually cultivated it to the Dacheng state. As a top-level earth-grade spiritual skill, Wutu Palm

Palm can be said to be the most important spiritual skill that the Three Treasures rely on besides the Nine-turn Golden Body.

Unexpectedly, Fang Juntu could do this trick. It seemed that he had found the right person. Fang Tietang and Fang Juntu should have a very close relationship.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Fang Juntu to master Fang Tietang's self-created magical skills.

Almost instantly, Sanbao waved his hands quickly, and an identical five-finger pattern was printed out.

With a bang, the two of them flew away as soon as they touched each other, and then they heard Fang Juntu shouting: "Five Picture Palm? This, this is impossible, who are you? Where did you learn this spiritual skill?"

Sanbao smiled slightly and softly uttered three words: "Fang Tietang"

As soon as he finished saying the three words "San Bao", Fang Juntu's face changed color instantly and his eyes were fixed on San Bao.

"What did you say just now? Say it again?"

"Wuxing Lingxuan Fang Tietang, I think you should be familiar with it, right?" This time, Sanbao suppressed his voice into a thin line, and no one else could hear it except Fang Juntu.

"You, who are you?" Fang Juntu could only feel panic at this moment, but no other expression at all.

Because Fang Tietang, the former patriarch of the Eight Tribes, had been missing for many years. Except for a few people including Fang Juntu and others, no one knew that Fang Tietang had returned to the clan a few years ago.

Not even the other clans of the Fang family knew about it, let alone Sanbao, an outsider. This made Fang Juntu not surprised.

"Brother Fang, can you find a quiet place to talk?" Sanbao slowly came closer, and then the two of them returned to the Red Dance Building simultaneously.

"First tell me, who are you and what is your relationship with Fang Tietang!" In a fragrant women's boudoir in the Red Dance Building, Fang Juntu poured a small glass of wine from the table and drank it in one sip.

Said slowly.

"Why, if I didn't reveal my relationship with Fang Tietang today, wouldn't I be able to get out of this house?" Sanbao smiled, seemingly not worried about his own safety.

"It's good to know!" Fang Juntu's expression suddenly changed, he threw the wine glass to the ground, and then took out a dark chain from his arms. At the same time, a tall and thin old man appeared in front of Sanbao outside the door.

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The moment the old man appeared, the light in Sanbao's eyes flashed away. After quietly performing the spirit-seeing technique, he was also shocked.

The old man turned out to be a semi-mysterious strongman, and in terms of cultivation, he was three points higher than the Three Treasures.

Sanbao thought secretly in his heart: "The Fang Ba Clan is really not that simple. A young master is secretly protected by a Banxuan when he travels!"

"Young master, do you want to capture this person first?" The old man's eyes were fixed on Sanbao, and then he asked Fang Juntu.

"Don't worry, wait for me to ask, what, say it or not?" Fang Juntu shook his head, then looked at Sanbao and asked.

"If I say that Fang Tietang is my eldest brother, would Mr. Fang trust me?" Sanbao no longer concealed his secrets and revealed his relationship with Fang Tietang.

"What, is he your eldest brother? Do you have proof?" Fang Juntu did not respond quickly. He seemed to think for a while, and then said half-heartedly.

"I really don't have any other certificates. It's just this rotten fruit. If Brother Fang doesn't know it, there's nothing I can do about it!" Sanbao took out an exotic fruit core from Dilong Island from his arms and threw it to the other party.

"Exotic fruit core?" The moment he saw the alien fruit core, Fang Juntu's expression instantly softened, and he waved to the dark and thin old man.

The old man quickly disappeared in front of the two of them like a ghost. Suddenly, only Sanbao and Fang Juntu were left in the room.

"Brother Luo, is it enough to ask me one more question? Where did you and my uncle meet?" Fang Juntu asked softly when he came to Sanbao.

"Dilong Island!"

Two hours later, Sanbao took Guo'er and followed Fang Juntu to the Fang Ba Clan, one of the eight Fang Clan families in Beiyan City.

The Fangba clan's mansion is located on a busy street in the north of the city. There is a forbidden area in the backyard of the mansion. Except for the core members of the Fang family, outsiders are strictly prohibited from entering.

"Young Master, you are here!" At the entrance of the forbidden area, two men in black with deep breaths stood in front of the door. When they saw Fang Juntu, they bowed slightly.