Chapter 1882: Stealing martial arts

Ghost family Daxing, Yongfeng Town Daxing.
The residents in Yongfeng Town are naturally happy, and the fighting between the eight big families is also much less!
What is the intrigue? It's not for profit.
But now that there is greater interest in Yongfeng Town, everyone naturally doesn't have to fight each other for petty gains.
Of course, this kind of unity is only temporary, because there is a bigger cake, so people will unite. Once the cake is separated, the internal struggle between them will come back again, but at that time it has been decades and even Hundreds of years later, Fang Yue would no longer serve as the guardian in Yongfeng Town!
At that time, Fang Yue was naturally unwilling to manage the flood afterwards.
What's more, if you proceed step by step according to Fang Yue's plan, can Yongfeng Town really persist for decades or even hundreds of years?
Fang Yue is not sure!
"Yongfeng Town, Yongfeng Town! The world is Yongfeng, the grain is eternal!"
Fang Yue stood in front of a tens-meter-high stone stele in front of the town of Yongfeng Town. This stone stele is extremely simple and majestic. It is obviously a black and stubborn stone without any special, but it is carved by the careful seal. It has become a huge stone monument tens of meters high, and it will stand forever without being damaged by wind and rain!
On the top of the stele, there are only eight characters.
"Heaven and Earth Yongfeng, five grains are abundant!"
The strength of these eight characters is amazing, and there is a vaguely domineering atmosphere sweeping the world!
Fang Yue perceives it carefully, and can vaguely perceive an immortal, eternal, and spiritual spirit that sweeps the wilds and Liuhe!
"Report to the guardian! The Wu family has important matters, please!"
At this time, a messenger came straddling a steed from a distance, dismounted about ten meters away from Fang Yue, and fell on one knee in front of Fang Yue.
He clasped his fists and played please, in compliance with the rules!
Fang Yue glanced at the messenger, nodded slightly and said, "If something goes wrong with the Wu family, let their people speak for it!"
Chuan Lingbing glanced at Fang Yue embarrassedly: "The Patriarch of the Wu family urged that one thing must be handed over to the guardian lord! Now the members of the Wu Family have been targeted by the Thunder Titans, the Patriarch of the Wu Family and the elders. There is no time to come in person and report various matters to the guardian!"
This messenger insisted on personally giving Fang Yue things from the Wu family.
Fang Yue glanced at him, and then said lightly: "If this is the case, then you can give me things!"
The messenger stood up and carefully took out a scroll from his waist!
He lifted his hands and rolled away, walking towards Fang Yue step by step. Both the expression on his face and the movements in his hands were extremely humble!
In a moment, Chuan Lingbing approached Fang Yue.
"Please also the guardian to open the scroll of Wu's family personally!"
This messenger spoke again.
Fang Yue frowned slightly, he felt something was wrong in his heart, and he just wanted to ask.
The Chuan Lingbing suddenly changed his face, shaking with one hand, and the scroll in his hand opened instantly, turning into a fierce storm and swept towards Fang Yue's direction!
In the storm, every strand of wind energy was like a knife cut, and Fang Yue's physical body was instantly shattered, turned into countless flesh and blood powder, and dissipated between heaven and earth.
"Guardian, the Tianjiao of the People's League is nothing more than that!"
A triumphant laugh came from the heavy armor of the transmission!
The messenger confirmed that Fang Yue had died under the storm of the scroll. He took out a white scroll and slowly unfolded. One of the white eagles rushed out from it and flew into the sky with a whirr, acting as a signal!
At the same time, in all directions of Yongfeng Town, enemies from all walks of life were surging! Like the tides and waves, it is mighty, hard to see the end!
"The disaster of Yongfeng Town! The disaster of Yongfeng Town!"
The different directions of Yongfeng Town sounded extremely stern voices.
The four clans of the Black Demon Race, Ice Demon Race, Thunder Titan, and Dark Demon Race are used from all directions, and the number is as large as the sea, and the number is as large as the river!
"Give up resistance and surrender will not kill!"
A saint from the Black Demon Race slowly floated up into the sky, looking down the square, and said in a deep voice.
"This Yongfeng Town is the eternal home of my human race! My human race has only heroes who died in battle, and absolutely no cowards who kneel down!"
A hard and stubborn voice came from the human race! The figure of a human general slowly rose into the air! He was wearing silver armor, a face with Chinese characters, and a square face! A pair of eyes patrolled the four directions like a tiger, with an awe-inspiring domineering!
"Old Flin Family, Lin Qianqiu! Come and learn the martial arts of the saints of the Black Demon Race!"
"If a foreign race wants to invade the territory of my human race, just step on the old man's body first!"
The old man's voice was so hard that he even showed a sense of death in his voice.
Lin Qianqiu is a battlefield general among the human race. He once led the human race soldiers to fight in all directions, slaughter foreign races, and made the Hummer credit to protect the territories of the human race! Even if he is among the different races, this Lin Qianqiu is a very famous person, he is the of war! Be a hero!
At that time, Lin Qianqiu was discharged from the army due to serious injuries and returned to Yongfeng Town to recover. The Lin family, which was once ranked the lowest in Yongfeng Town, also became the fifth big family in Yongfeng Town because of his rise overnight!
"Lin Qianqiu, I respect you as a man. You can't afford to wade through the muddy water this time. I advise you to leave early, so as not to provoke an overwhelming enemy for the Lin family!"
The saint of the Black Demon Race stared at Lin Qianqiu for a moment, and then slowly said.
Although the Black Demon Race has always been known for being arrogant and domineering, they still have some respect for the real heroes in the human race! Especially the characters like Lin Qianqiu, both the human race and the black demons have a not weak reputation!
The advice of the saints of the Black Demon Race is also kind.
"Hahaha! My Lin Qianqiu is blood-stained on the battlefield, and I have killed countless monsters from all walks of life. Is there any muddy water that Lin Qianqiu can't afford?"
Lin Qianqiu is quite domineering, and has no intention of retreating at all.
"If Lin Mou died for the ethnic group, he would die without regret!"
Lin Qianqiu looked like death at home, which made the saint of the Black Demon Race only coldly snorted.
"Since you are looking for death, then I will kill you myself! Let all races in the underworld understand that the demise of the human race is the general trend, and no one can stop the demise of the human race!"
The saint of the Black Demon Race spoke, he suddenly shot, his palm prints turned, and a thousand ways came out!
If an old antique who has seen a wide range of knowledge among the human race is there, it will definitely be able to recognize that this is an extremely ancient martial arts among the human race-a thousand magic hands!
Among the thousands of palm shadows, there are virtual and real, and the combination of virtual and real has just formed such a palm strength!
These thousands of phantom hands are fictitious and real, true and false, which is hard to guard against!
Although Lin Qianqiu didn't have such strong knowledge, he also smelled a familiar smell from the start of the black demon saint.
"This seems to be human martial arts!"
Lin Qianqiu frowned slightly, he muttered to himself.
However, at this time, it was the moment of life and death, not when he identified the origin of this martial arts.
"Thousands of magical powers in Qianhuan's hands, dragon-shaped tiger shadows, all beasts come out!"
A clear singing voice came from afar!
The owner of this voice is a little novice, this little novice looks delicate and kind, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth is a bit cynical!
"According to legend, these Thousand Illusion Hands disappeared into the human race thousands of years ago. I don't know where the saints of the Black Demon Race came from!"
Before Lin Qianqiu could take action, the little novice monk suddenly raised his hand and condensed a big palm print, which collided with Qian Huan's hand.
Thousands of magic hands that came all over the sky couldn't resist this big handprint, and they disappeared suddenly when they were photographed!
"Who are you? Dare to ruin the good deeds of my dark demons?"
The saint in the Black Demon Race was a little frustrated, and his muscles were trembling.
Because he already had a vague guess in his mind, but he did not dare to admit that his guess was true.
"Fayuan Temple, little novice-Xuanzhen!"
The little novice monk held up his palm with one hand, posing like Amitabha!
The saint of the Dark Demons couldn't help showing a sullen expression.
"Fayuan Temple, Court Temple, this Yongfeng Town is not your protected site, why do you come here to be embarrassed with my dark demons?"
The little novice said with a smile: "But in the mortal territory, my Fayuan Temple has the responsibility to protect it. What's more, you black demons are bold, destroying my human orthodoxy, stealing my human martial arts! The sins are extremely heinous, and everyone is punishable. Yes! Are you arrested, come back to Fayuan Temple and explain how you learned your martial arts, or let me here in public to send you back to Xitian, leave your soul, and bring you back to Fayuan Temple for super salvation?"
Although the little novice monk is not very old, he is definitely not an ordinary little novice monk when he looks at the conversation!
The saint of the Black Demon Clan snorted coldly: "Although Fayuan Temple has a broad statement and shocked boundless and boundless areas, but this time our four clans united and destroyed Yongfeng Town with confidence and determination. How can it be a small in your Fayuan Temple? What can the novice monk resist? To put it bluntly, what you do is to act like a praying man's arm as a car, at your own discretion! In the end, not only will you not be able to resist the footsteps of my Fayuan Temple, you will even take your life!"
The saint of the Black Demon Race became more and more powerful behind the vaguely, and eight similar figures emerged.
This is not the manifestation of the avatars of the saints in the dark demons, but the eight saints who have been refined by him into their own shadows!
The little novice monk’s face was green: "Eight Demon Techniques! It turns out that the Eight Demon Sects were also destroyed by you! Three thousand years ago, in the Southern Territory, the famous Eight Demon Sects suddenly collapsed. It has caused countless Taoist suspicions, and my Fayuan Temple has also After investigating for a long time, I didn't find the slightest clue. I didn't expect that the eight magic arts reappeared in the world were actually in the hands of you, an outsider of the Dark Demons!"
The saint of the Black Demon Clan said with a clear hey: "I know now? It's a pity that it is too late! Thousands of phantom hands and the Eight Demon Skills have become my black demon clan inheritance technique! Since my Black Demon clan dare to display this today The two masterpieces are not afraid to be held accountable by the great figures of your human race! Today I will try to see if these eight magic skills are as powerful as the legendary ones, which can increase my combat power by nine times, retrograde the immortal, and kill the great saint. Strong!"