Qingyuan Immortal Palace

Fang Yang thought to himself that Chen Zhushi had a brilliant plan.

This Wanbao Sutra Pavilion is probably the most important place of the White Sect, and the guards are very strong.

If attacked from the outside, even with Fang Yang's current strength, it would be difficult to break through for a while.

Unless Fang Yang uses the fireball technique to burn it continuously, it will be possible, but this will probably alarm the entire sect soon.

"Although the defense here is tight and there are many traps, I didn't expect that Chen Zhushi had already planted an insider!"

Fang Yang couldn't help but admire Chen Zhushi's scheming.

"Lead the way in front, I will go directly to deal with that old immortal!" Chen Zhushi said coldly.

"All the passages have been opened!"

Zhang Ye hesitated: "Master, that old guy's skills are extremely profound, far above the sect master, master, you have to be careful."

Zhang Ye was obviously a little worried that the old immortal in the Sutra Pavilion was an absolute master hidden in the White Sect.

He felt that even if Chen Zhushi wanted to deal with that person, he should at least find help.

"Haha, what's wrong? Don't you have confidence in the master?" Master Chen sneered, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"That's not what the disciple meant." Zhang Ye shook his head in shock.

"If you are afraid, just stay outside, just in case!"

Master Chen's voice was already stern, and it was even colder at this time.

Zhang Ye was about to argue, but he didn't dare to speak, so he had to stand guard at the door.

Fang Yang couldn't help but frowned. If he wanted to enter the tower without alerting the enemy, he had to lead Zhang Ye away from the door.

Suddenly, Fang Yang's arms moved. It turned out that Qian Duoduo, the white mink in his arms, had woken up.

Now Fang Yang can communicate with Qian Duoduo through his mind. He immediately gave him a few instructions and then stuffed a piece of candy into Qian Duoduo's mouth.

Qian Duoduo got the benefit and immediately jumped out of the dark. After a while, there was a rustling sound in the bushes.

"Who?" Zhang Ye chased after him and became nervous. When he was considering whether to issue a warning to inform Chen Zhushi, Qian Duoduo deliberately showed his tail.

"It turned out to be a big rat." Zhang Ye breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head.

Suddenly he felt a breeze blowing behind him, and immediately turned back but there was no one.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking that he was too nervous and almost hallucinated.

Fang Yang's true energy accelerated, so Zhang Ye only felt a flash of phantom.

With Qian Duoduo as a cover, Fang Yang entered it very smoothly.

After Fang Yang entered the tower, he found that there were many traps here and he was a little lost.

Fortunately, Qian Duoduo slipped in from the small light-transmitting hole at some point.

Fang Yang had seen the power of this little guy a long time ago, and it immediately took Fang Yang to find a secret passage next to the stairs.

Fang Yang's true energy body now makes almost no sound. Following the secret passage, he passed several gates and found that this was actually a hall.

There is an iron gate behind the hall. Chen Zhushi is in the middle of the hall, and a white-haired old man is sitting in front of the iron gate. The two sides are confronting each other.

The old man who is confronting Chen Zhushi is the uncle of the sect master Jiang Wanli. His real name is Feng.

But because he is too old, all his peers have died, and later generations don’t know what he is called. They all call him Master Feng.

He has a very high status in the White Fan Sect, but this old senior does not like fame and fortune. Instead, he likes to hide in the Wanbao Sutra Pavilion, reading books every day and enjoying himself, so he is not well known to outsiders.

This Master Feng has a head full of white hair, and his snow-white eyebrows have fallen to his cheeks.

Although he is very old, he is in very good spirits, with a ruddy complexion and a strong aura.

Even the sect master Jiang Wanli may not know how strong this Master Feng’s kung fu is.

Seeing the two confronting each other, Fang Yang hid far away in a hidden place in the passage, and used his true energy to hide, watching the changes quietly.

"Don't you think you are too confident to break into the Sutra Library of the White Gate?"

The old man's dead eyes were shining brightly under the illumination of the torches around him.

"You old man, I think you are too confident." Chen Zhushi said coldly.

"Hehe, I have been in the Sutra Library for forty-eight years. I killed countless people in the first thirty years, and I haven't taken action in the past eighteen years." Master Feng laughed strangely.

"Because they know that once they come, they can't go back."

"Right here, I have killed 128 foreign enemies who broke into the Sutra Library, and at the same time, I personally skinned and flayed 63 internal traitors!"

Master Feng's voice was very cold.

"Haha, you were able to get here safely without alerting the guards of the Sutra Library. You must be an insider, and you must have a high position in the White Fan Sect."

Master Feng smiled and said, "I wonder how capable you are?"

"You'll know after you try!" Master Chen leaped forward, his hands made a pair of eagle claw gestures, and suddenly launched an attack.

"Hmm? Are you from the Eagle Claw Sect thirty years ago?"

Master Feng's face changed slightly, and a violent airflow burst out from his wide robe sleeves.

The airflow was sometimes as strong as a raging wave, and sometimes as dense as a heavy rain.

The huge force rolled towards Master Chen, and the two fought more than ten moves in an instant.

Fang Yang watched the two fight in the dark, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

In the past, because Fang Yang began to practice immortal methods, he became more and more dismissive of martial arts.

But after discovering the exquisite moves of the two, he realized that he was wrong.

"If I can add exquisite martial arts moves while learning immortal magic, then..." Fang Yang had some realization in his heart.

He felt that if he could use his exquisite martial arts as a basis and at the same time use magical skills like fireball, he would be able to catch people by surprise, make them hard to guard against, and achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Thinking of this, Fang Yang felt excited.

In fact, like Fang Yang, many cultivators despise worldly martial arts.

I feel that mortal martial arts is like a baby fighting and has no reference value.

And when Fang Yang understood the subtleties and studied it, he benefited greatly.

"Hit my palm!" Suddenly, Master Chen struck Master Feng with a sudden palm strike.

Master Feng did not dodge and relied on his powerful internal strength to strike at Master Chen.

"Bang~~" When the two palms met, there was a sound of internal energy colliding.

"Good internal strength!" Both sides couldn't help but be surprised by the other's strength.

"You immortal, I will send you to hell!" Master Chen suddenly turned his hand, and a pure true energy surged out of his body and wrapped around his palm.

In an instant, Master Chen's hands turned bright red, as bright as the blooming blood peonies.

"Huh? The first level of Qi training realm?"

Master Feng's expression changed and he looked a little solemn: "I didn't expect you to be a monk! It seems that I can't hide my clumsiness anymore!"

After saying that, Master Feng sneered.

"Today I will let you experience the second level of the Qi Refining Stage!"

I saw Master Feng also flipping his hands, and the true energy formed a thick airflow in the palm of his hand, as if he was wearing a glowing glove.

"Second level?"

Chief Chen was shocked, and it was obvious that he had made some miscalculations.

"It turns out that the first level in the "Shangyuan Qi Training True Explanation" is the first level of the 'Qi Training Period'" Fang Yang was shocked.

He began and so on, secretly thinking that he had now reached the third level of Qi training.

However, Shangyuan Qi Training Technique only has six levels of skills, but Fang Yang always felt that the Qi training period should be more than just six levels.

Fang Yang thought that maybe his skills were too low-level and he could only reach the sixth level of Qi training.

"I don't know what the next technique is like."

Thinking of this, Fang Yang showed an incomparable desire for the skills after the sixth level of Qi training.

Here, Master Feng, who was in the battle, did not give Master Chen a chance to breathe. He jumped over quickly and struck out with a palm.

"Bang~~~" The two palms met, and the majestic true energy burst out.

In an instant, the force shook the entire hall.

If it weren't for the many protective mechanisms here, it might have collapsed.

Master Feng was knocked back three or four steps, while Master Chen took three feet back before he stopped, with a trace of blood already spilling from the corner of his mouth.

It looked like Chief Chen had obviously suffered serious internal injuries.

Seeing the two of them fighting like this, Fang Yang couldn't help but shake his head.

"These two people actually use their true energy as the internal force of ordinary martial arts. What a waste of resources."

Fang Yang has already learned two kinds of spells. After he develops his true energy, he can use spells to fight in battle.

Moreover, they only know how to use true energy to directly collide, just like bulls, and the actual power exerted is actually not great.

Fang Yang didn't know that in the secular world, it was already extremely difficult to find a basic Qi-refining technique.

And techniques like the Fireball Technique are even rarer.

If Fang Yang hadn't been lucky enough to obtain the relics of his ancestors, he might not have been able to find the secret in the secular world in his lifetime.

Master Feng succeeded with one blow, and when he was about to rush forward and deliver a fatal blow to Master Chen, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance.

Patriarch Feng felt dizzy instantly, "How is it possible? I am already at the second level of Qi training, so it is impossible to be poisoned?"

"What's wrong? You old man, are you dizzy?"

Chief Chen vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and said viciously.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Master Feng was a little unsteady on his feet.

"Old immortal, you are only at the second level of Qi training. You have not yet reached the state of fasting without eating or drinking. You have to eat and drink every day~~~Hahaha~~"

Chief Chen smiled grimly, his voice extremely harsh.

"Every day I have someone put a little secret poison into the food you eat, Wan Gu Tunling Powder!"

"Ahem..." Chief Chen coughed for a while, then smiled coldly.

"It's only a little bit every day. Even though it's usually fine, as long as you use your true energy and add my secret Luure Gu Wanxiang Powder, the poison will take effect, hahaha!"

Chief Chen’s face was full of ferocity.

"Old man Feng, it's no wonder. You haven't done anything in the past twenty years, so naturally you don't know, haha~~~ Moreover, you are old and your life is about to end. If your true energy is gone, you will die immediately, haha. Haha~~~"

When Master Chen saw that Master Feng couldn't lift his true energy and was unsteady on his feet, he immediately rushed forward, turned his hands into eagle claws, grabbed Master Feng's throat tightly and said, "Hand over the key to the secret cave!"

"Who are you?" Master Feng said with difficulty.

"Who am I? Old guy, do you still remember Chen Tongyuan, the head of the Eagle Claw Sect forty years ago?"

Chief Chen roared: "If you hadn't used a sneak attack like this, my father wouldn't have died! The Eagle Claw Gate wouldn't have been destroyed either!"

"Are you Chen Tongyuan's son?" Master Feng looked very surprised, "Huh, I didn't expect that there are still some remnants."

"Hand over the key!" Manager Chen's voice became shriller, showing that he attached great importance to the key.

"wishful thinking!"

Master Feng suddenly moved, using all his strength to snap a small golden sword as thick as a chopstick hanging from a silver chain on his wrist.

"Snap~~" The small golden sword instantly broke into pieces.

Then Master Feng collapsed, apparently having used up the last of his true energy, and died.