"Fang Jianshou once used ancient Taoist techniques in the Ancient Demon Wasteland to easily take away lives. This kind of method puts Jin Tuo to shame."

Xing Jintuo smiled and said: "The first rule is that Fang Jianshou cannot use Taoist magic in a hurry. Otherwise, even if I have nine lives, I may not be able to kill Fang Jianshou."

"It's a given."

Chen Mang nodded slowly.

A strange look flashed in everyone's eyes, and their eyes subconsciously fell on a few figures present.

These people are all from Taoist sects, including Xu Qingsong.

Although several years have passed since this incident, and many people were not present at the time, as long as they heard that the Dayan Taoist Sect was forced to flee by Fang Chenwen, and dozens of monks who had left the body died while escaping, who would not be afraid of it?

How much fear?

"Besides that, the sword cultivation lineage has a sword body, which is somewhat similar to my body training lineage, but there must be some differences between the two.

I hope that when purely comparing martial arts, both sides can seal off their physical bodies and only compete with ordinary people's means."

Xing Jintuo spoke again.

Without waiting for Chen Mang to answer, he continued: "The last point is, square sword heads cannot be used with swords."

"These rules are all excusable."

Chen Mang nodded and looked at Fang Chen: "Fang Jianshou, what do you think?"

"Since we are monks, what is the use of these useless competitions? It would be better to compete in the art of magic to see who is stronger and who is weaker."

Suddenly, a figure slowly walked into the private courtyard, accompanied by groups of maids to protect him.

"Fourth Princess."

Chen Mang suddenly stood up, a glint flashing in his eyes.

"I have met the fourth princess."

Ji Liang and others stood up to greet him.

"What is this guy doing?"

Xia Ji frowned slightly.

The status of the fourth princess is undoubtedly the highest among everyone at this moment. After all, she represents the royal family of Zhongzhou Kingdom, so Chen Mang gave up his seat and would rather sit below her.

After the fourth princess sat down, she glanced at Fang Chen and Xing Jintuo lightly, and said with a faint smile:

"One is the swordsman of the Xuxian Sword Sect, and the other is the most outstanding immortal seedling of the Hua Zizai Sect in this generation. Do you really want to punch me and kick me like a mortal? If you spread the word, it won't make people laugh."

"Fourth Princess, you don't understand. If this can make Brother Jintuo wake up and stop spending time on this path, everything will be worth it."

Xia Ji looked serious.

Ji Liang's eyes moved slightly, and a smile appeared on his face: "Fourth sister, I think Xia Ji's words are reasonable, so let the two of you discuss each other. Anyway, if you don't use real methods, it won't hurt the harmony."

The fourth princess glanced at him, then nodded slightly: "Okay, you two can start."

Xing Jintuo slowly came to Fang Chen, his short hair made his face look more resolute, and his eyes shone with a faint divine light, as bright as if there were stars in his eyes.

Suddenly, his aura continued to decline, and eventually he became somewhat similar to a mortal, with no trace of spiritual practice at all.

Everyone knew that he had imposed a self-imposed ban on his cultivation, so as not to have to use more than the promised strength during a fight.

"Fang Jianshou, please enlighten me."

Fang Chen nodded slightly and slowly opened his eyes, revealing gray-white pupils. At the same time, the aura on his body gradually became ordinary.

Different from Xing Jintuo, Fang Chen's aura seemed to be more thorough. For a moment, it gave people the illusion that the Fang Jianshou standing in front of him was actually an ordinary person.

Before everyone could recover from this illusion, Xing Jintuo had already made a bold move, and his attack was a killing move that went straight to the vital point.

Regardless of the number of moves or the route, they are almost perfect and impeccable. In Xing Jintuo's hands, an ordinary move seems to be transformed into something magical.

"His study of martial arts is indeed superior to mine."

Fang Chen's eyes moved slightly, he took half a step back slightly and raised his hand to block Xing Jintuo's killer move, then slowly took two steps back with his strength, deftly neutralizing the force.

With just one move, he was already convinced that Xing Jintuo's views on martial arts were far stronger than his.

"Well done, come again."

Xing Jintuo's eyes showed excitement and he approached Fang Chen again.

The two of them were going back and forth, and in the blink of an eye more than a dozen moves had been made.

In fact, in the eyes of the monks, their movements at this moment were not considered fast, and could even be considered as slow as a tortoise.

But if you look carefully, you can see that there is nothing superfluous about the movements of the two people. Every change has its purpose. There seems to be a kind of 'Tao' in it...

"Fang Chen is no match for Xing Jintuo."

Ji Liang suddenly chuckled.

Everyone looked at each other and nodded silently. They also saw that Xing Jintuo's approach was more courageous. Now the two sides seemed to be fighting each other, but in fact Fang Chen was already in decline.

Sure enough, after a few more moves, the two of them crossed each other, and there was a blood mark on Fang Chen's neck.

Several long hair fell gently to the ground.

Just now Xing Jintuo turned his palm like a knife, but if Fang Chen hadn't avoided it in time, his head would have been chopped off.

Fang Chen touched the blood marks on his neck, with a faint smile on his face, and nodded gently to Xing Jintuo:

"Your martial arts is much stronger than mine. I am no match for you."

"Fang Jianshou, I accept it."

Xing Jintuo clasped his fists, then returned to his seat and sat down.

Xia Ji stared at this scene blankly, looked at Fang Chen and then at Xing Jintuo, and suddenly sighed:

"It seems that Brother Jintuo's martial arts attainments are indeed beyond human comprehension."

"As long as you know, don't worry about what path others take in the future, just take care of yourself first."

Chen Mang grinned.

"What my sworn brother taught me is that I am convinced."

Xia Ji cupped his hands and pulled Fang Chen back to his seat to sit down.

At the same time, a gaze was fixed on the few hairs on the ground.

I saw the master of the gaze move his sleeves slightly, and the few hairs instantly sank into the ground and disappeared. When they reappeared, they were already in the hands of the master of the gaze.

"Everyone, please chat for now, and I'll take my leave first."

Xu Qingsong stood up, hugged everyone's fists, and strode away.

"Fang Da, the matter has been settled, but I have made some plans privately, and there will be a good show later."

"Of those hairs just now, only one belongs to me. Whose other hairs are there? When I entered the family, you secretly put them in the ends of my hair?"

"One is from Gai Wu, one is from Xu Peng, and one is from Ji Liang."

"That's a good show to watch."

Fang Chen looked strange: "How did you get the hair of the three of them?"

"secret."

Xia Ji's eyes smiled even more.

"Xing Jintuo, is he yours?"

"Yes, he is also my brother. He has a pure temperament and only has martial arts in his heart. I think he can create his own style on this road in the future."
Chapter completed!