The Art of the Great Sword

Fang Chen looked calm. As the youngest genius of the Huo family, he was also the hope for the future of the Huo family.

Therefore, the Huo family will ensure that he gets enough fortune in this world of great conflict no matter what.

Especially the luck of becoming a saint!

Everyone in the Huo family had their hearts set on Fang Chen. It could be said that they placed all their hopes on him. As long as he could grow up according to the established route, he would definitely be able to bring the Huo family to a new level.

The Huo family wants to fight!

Even for Fang Chen, they have to fight!

"The Huo family is coming!"

"As the number one alchemy refining family in Dongzhou, they really can't sit still."

"Yes, the Liu clan is so arrogant, and they obviously don't take the Huo family seriously. If the two sides really have to clash, it's hard to say who will win or lose!"

Many monks suddenly started whispering.

"Huo Yi, you are already so old and you are still showing off. Why, isn't there any younger generation in the Huo family who is in the divine destiny realm?"

Liu Chunqiu sneered, his eyes sharp.

Huo Yi, who was also the white-haired old man, stood with his hands behind his back, "I heard from a distance that your Liu clan boasted about Haikou, saying that only your Liu clan can occupy this place. Let me ask, why?"

The smile on Liu Chunqiu's face slowly solidified, "It seems that your Huo family is going to compete with us?"

"If you want to, I will accompany you to the end."

Huoyi is not afraid.

Although he is also in the Divine Fate Realm, he has been in the Divine Fate Realm for who knows how many years, and his personal combat power is absolutely invincible.

Even when facing a saint, he is not afraid of a fight.

The Huo family's purpose this time is very clear. If there is only one chance of becoming a saint, it will be given to Fang Chen. If the second one is obtained, it will be given to Huo Yi.

This shows how high Fang Chen's status in the Huo family has reached.

Liu Chunqiu's face was gloomy and uncertain. This old guy was so arrogant. It was obvious that he was unwilling to take soft and hard advice and wanted to compete with his own family no matter what.

"We all support Mr. Huo!"

A prince of the Divine Fate Realm stood up and said, "You, the Liu Clan, are indeed powerful, but if you take over the ruins here with just one sentence, then we will never approve it."

"We all support the Huo family!"

Other princes in the divine destiny realm spoke one after another.

They understood clearly that the Liu clan simply wanted to eat alone.

After the ruins are opened, everyone enters it together, each based on his or her ability. Whoever gets the luck of becoming a saint will be the one. Is this fair?

But the Liu clan wanted to eat alone. It was a bit excessive to just say a word and not let everyone enter. It is not surprising that everyone else sided with the Huo clan.

"Is it Fang Chen?"

Murong Jiu lowered his voice, "With him, our chances of winning will be much greater."

"There is only one destiny for becoming a saint. Even if he is Fang Chen and is as close to me as a brother, he can only compete to the end."

Fang Qingyang spread his hands, looking helpless.

He is determined to obtain the luck of becoming a saint, but he has never competed with a prince in the divine destiny realm before, so there is a question mark as to whether he can succeed.

"Don't worry, there is a master to help you. Obtaining the luck of becoming a saint is as easy as picking up a bag and taking advantage of someone."

In the Dragon Emperor Sword, the middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and said with a smile, "The luck of sainthood is ultimately a kind of breath, but any breath cannot escape the lock of being a master."

Fang Qingyang was startled, then said excitedly, "In other words, once we enter this ruins, master, can you help me find the luck of becoming a saint as soon as possible?"

Others need to search, but he does not.

With this alone, you can easily find where the luck of becoming a saint lies.

"Then the question is, since I can definitely win the luck of becoming a saint, won't Uncle Murong and Fang Chen's work be in vain?"

Fang Qingyang was thoughtful.

"Who told you that there is only a ray of luck for sainthood in it?"

The middle-aged man sneered, "There are three strands in it. All in all, you, Fang Chen, and Murong Jiu can all get it."

Fang Qingyang's pupils shrank violently, and even the tone of his voice changed slightly, "Three Paths to Sainthood, Master, are you serious about this?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

The middle-aged man sneered, "You are lucky. There are not many ruins that can produce three paths of sainthood. This should be the only one. But you must also remember that the more opportunities there are, the greater the risk. I will help you find it. It’s your destiny to become a saint, but you have to survive the danger yourself.”

"Master, please rest assured."

Fang Qingyang's fighting spirit rose, and he was very excited to fight against a group of gods in the destiny realm. He had fought in the destiny-defying realm, but not in the destiny realm.

Then, he sent a message to Murong Jiu, "Uncle Murong, I used my unique observation method to observe this ruins before, and I can be sure that there are three paths of sainthood in it!"

As soon as he said these words, he clearly saw Murong Jiu's body shaking slightly. He was too eager for the luck of becoming a saint.

With his current strength, there was no way to avenge Fang Xuanxiao. He wanted to become stronger.

"really?"

Murong Jiu took a deep breath, his voice filled with excitement.

The three fortunes of becoming a saint meant that he had a high probability of getting one of them. Knowing this news was enough.

"It's true, and I have a unique way to collect the luck of becoming a saint...Uncle Murong, when you get inside, don't be the first to do it, leave the rest to me!"

Fang Qingyang spoke firmly.

Murong Jiu took several breaths and finally calmed down.

He couldn't help but get excited, his eyes flashing one after another.

Fang Qingyang sent a voice message to Fang Chen again, telling him what he was sure of. Fang Chen calmly looked for Fang Qingyang's position, and finally his eyes swept over and fell on the two people.

Murong Jiu was present, and the one wearing a veil next to him was naturally Fang Qingyang.

Fang Chen nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

At this moment, a terrifying aura surged in front of him, and a total of nine black lights rushed into the sky, interweaving continuously, and finally formed a black light ball.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the black light ball emitting a streak, the field suddenly shook violently, and the earth actually split into two pieces on its own, and a mysterious aura emanated from the crack in the middle.

Here, it was the ruins that everyone was looking for!

The ruins were opened.

At that moment, everyone rushed towards the ruins at a high speed.

Murong Jiu and Fang Qingyang rushed to the front.

They knew that the ruins could only accommodate nine or nineteen people, so they had to strike first and must not let others get there first.

The remaining princes of the Godly Fate Realm used their magical powers, and no one was willing to fall behind.

"Get out of here!"

Liu Chunqiu shouted, leading all the Liu clan's strong men to kill forward.

For a moment, the wind was howling, and the aura in the field continued to surge, emitting a deafening roar, as if a large amount of aura exploded.

Each one uses his strengths!

"Elder, believe me."

On the other side, Fang Chen looked serious, obviously trying to convince the other party.

Huo Yi's eyes changed continuously, "Sir, you are the future hope of our Huo family. If you don't have my help in the competition for the luck of becoming a saint, what if you miss it?"

"I have my own means, but the luck of becoming a saint is limited. Elder, instead of giving up everything to help me, you might as well go to other places to fight for a ray of luck for yourself. I have no problem here!"

Fang Chen spoke with certainty.

He knew that Brother Qing Yang would not shoot without a purpose. Since he said so, he must be sure. Instead of letting Huo Yi waste time here, it is better to pursue his own opportunities.

The troops were divided into two groups so that no one would delay the other.