My magic weapons are all rule-based

Fufeng raised his eyelids, looking slightly interested.

"Interesting...it seems you don't understand that existence either. That arm...is very magical. The power of your punch is not the power of the arm, right?"

"Yes, senior has sensed it?"

"I felt it. Just after your fist power was poured out, although it was only for a moment... it was unprecedentedly powerful. I was no different from an ant in front of the owner of that arm." Fufeng thought deeply, "That should be the ultimate state. Already..."

"The soul is distributed in the body and can communicate with you and lend you strength. It is unimaginable that the limbs of such a person can be mutilated. But the person who left the fist mark on the arm should be on par with him. between."

"Then can I borrow his power?" Xu Shan asked.

Fufeng sneered: "It's best not to use things you can't control. Do you know the owner of the arm? That arm can lend you strength, but how much can your body bear?"

"Of course, nothing is absolute. The strong man who can communicate with you may still be alive. If you encounter some kind of difficulty, if you hold his arm, he will ask you for something, and he probably won't harm you."

"But if he lends you power and asks you not to be mentally defensive at all...then you have to be careful, you will definitely become a puppet."

"I can tell... there's something strange about your kid. You can trigger the fist mark on your arm. Maybe the owner of the arm needs your ability. It's the best choice to control you firmly."

After hearing what Fufeng said, Xu Shan broke into a cold sweat!

Zhen Yihuan had told him before that the strong people in the extreme realm had a good relationship, especially the relationship between the Antifa Emperor Zun and Lie Jiuzhong. He instinctively had a good impression of them and did not have too much doubt.

Fufeng's little nudge woke him up.

The Nifa Emperor was most likely dismembered by Lie Jiuzhong, and the fist power seal was left in his body.

That also means that something unpredictable has happened to Emperor Nifa, so Lie Jiuzhong made this move.

Lie Jiuzhong is trustworthy. He will definitely retain his consciousness before his death, and the clones he leaves behind will be normal.

The Anti-Fa Emperor may very well need him, and only he can break the seal left by the God of Fist.

Then why didn't you directly attack him last time?

Maybe it was because my health was so bad at the time.

No matter what, you must not borrow his power!

"Thank you, senior, for your advice. I understand." Xu Shan said gratefully, "But I have one more unkind request. I hope senior..."

Feeling the look in Xu Shan's eyes, Fufeng said, "I know exactly what you are planning. It's just that I haven't learned the inheritance yet."

"I tell you, I would rather take it to the grave than give it to you... Just go."

"How many people look up to the powerful beings in the Divine Palace? Wouldn't you feel it is a pity if what you have learned in your life disappears from the world like this?" Xu Shan asked back.

Fufeng showed a sarcastic smile: "I'll tell you something, it's not a pity that any martial art disappears in this world. I've lived for thousands of years, seen countless things, and lived in the mortal world for a long time. The country I have seen the rise and fall and the cycle of reincarnation many times.”

"Mortal craftsmen always regret that the skills of their predecessors are lost, but as far as I can see...there are never lost technologies, only abandoned technologies, and the same is true for martial arts."

"My skills cannot be spread, but there will always be something better."

"So you say it's a pity, but I never feel it's a pity. Moreover, I am extremely disappointed in this world. No one deserves my legacy."

"Yes, I do want your inheritance, but it's not that I want to learn it." Xu Shan said with all his heart, "I want to make a promise. You also know that I promised others in the cave that I would share your skills with others. them."

"As for me, I don't need anything from you. I'm never greedy for more. It's enough to have a technique worth practicing."

"I think you are not worthy of the reputation in the legend. You are a sanctimonious person." Fufeng said calmly, "Do you think I will believe you? Besides, what does your matter have to do with me? Why should I help you?"

"Of course it does matter. I want to help you clear your name. I don't want the last thing you leave to the world to be a bad reputation. It's such a pity and it's so unfair to you. This world shouldn't be like this. so."

"Hahaha, you are smart. You seek personal gain for yourself under the guise of doing good for me, but you are still too young."

Xu Shan stood up expressionlessly and sighed heavily.

"I know you don't believe me, but I am telling the truth. I am a mortal, and my hometown is not as cruel as the world of cultivation. I have hated this world just like you, but the difference between me and you is that I More sensible than you."

"I've eaten more salt than you've ever eaten, and you picked it up in front of me. What do you know? What have you experienced?" Fufeng said with disgust.

"My experience is not as good as yours, but I can see some truths more clearly than you. I have never been disappointed with the kindness of human nature." Xu Shan's voice was slightly erratic.

"People love wealth and spend their lives pursuing rare treasures. The rarer they are, the higher their value. Isn't this the case with human emotions? Greed, anger, and ignorance are abandoned by everyone because they are too cheap and easy to obtain. Love, kindness, and benevolence are rare. People pursue things precisely because they are rare and beautiful. But why do people become more greedy when faced with treasures that they can’t get? But when they don’t get what they want, they become emotionally filled with hatred.”

"I don't know what you think, but for me, those good thoughts are like rare treasures. It's enough to catch them once. Even if they are hard to find, I will continue to pursue them. I won't be disappointed or confused. This is the difference between you and me."

Fu Feng looked at Xu Shan in silence.

He was always eloquent and had no face to argue in front of the upright and selfless Dean Xu.

Today, he realized what it meant to be righteous.

"You feel that the world has let you down, I understand. But you shouldn't hate Long Xiuming... He still doesn't know anything about what happened in the cave. I'm hiding it from him. He's waiting for me to explain in Lijia Village. I want you to go and tell him in person."

"Xiuming..." Fu Feng's face flashed a rare panic.

He wanted to die, and he really didn't have the face to see his old friend again.

But now the situation has completely exceeded his expectations.

.....

The wind was whistling.

Long Xiuming was galloping above the clouds, and his consciousness kept sweeping across the earth.

He was in a state of confusion, and his mind was a mess.

He had been in seclusion in the teacher dormitory area of ​​Lijia Village for three months.

As soon as he came out of seclusion and was about to find Xu Shan, he inexplicably ate a lot of shocking news outside!

Fufeng was possessed by a demon and set traps to harm people.

He killed dozens of nearly three hundred monks.

Fufeng also ate people and was picky about food. He didn't eat chicken, saying that it might be because raw chicken tasted like cooked lungs...

......