Very soon.

With just one sprint, Fang Bie was already standing inside Wudang Temple.

Even Bai Yun didn't react.

As Zhang Zhenren's Taoist boy, he naturally has a lot of skills on his hands.

But if I had the time, I would never have imagined that it would be so fast.

Of course, it is also related to the size difference. If Bai Yunsheng were taller and stronger, Fang Bu would not be able to drag him into the yard like a football.

But Bai Yunsheng is so petite and exquisite.

"What are you doing!" Bai Yun never expected that he would experience being kidnapped at his doorstep in his lifetime.

And the other party held him in his arms and sprinted a hundred meters into the house, throwing himself into a trap?

"Don't come in unless you are invited." Fang Bie gently put Bai Yun on the ground and said with a smile, "So am I coming in now?"

Baiyun finally looked at Fang Bie.

Before, he didn't know what Fang Bie and Li Bie were, and what Shang Li and Wang Li were, so now, Fang Bie would teach him what the dangers and beatings of society are.

"Also, if you hear the word "Fang Farewell" again in the future, just think about how you sprinted a hundred meters while being carried in my arms." The young man said matter-of-factly.

When it comes to educating children, Fang Bie is really talented.

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Bai Yun couldn't help but puffed up his face with anger, but when he thought about the moment when he rushed over, everything he had learned in his life was of no use, and he felt very powerless again.

"Master!" He turned around and shouted to the Sanqing Hall not far away: "Someone is bullying me."

If the parents are relatively close, calling them is really scary, especially when the parents are very powerful.

But when Bai Yun's voice fell, no one came out of Sanqing Hall.

"This." Bai Yun was stunned for a moment, and then called out again: "Eldest Brother! Eldest Brother is out!"

"Someone bullied me."

Fang Bie stood quietly in front of Bai Yun and watched his performance, but Bai Yun himself finally couldn't stand still.

"Um." Bai Yun looked at Fang Bie: "Okay, I give up."

Without the ability to summon his teammates to attack the enemy, he really had no good way to deal with it.

Fang Bie smiled: "So you have to have the correct posture when visiting."

Saying this, Fang Bi looked at the Sanqing Palace in front and said softly: "Farewell, junior, come and pay homage to Master Zhang."

Fang Bie's voice was very soft, but it was filled with Hengjue's inner strength. The sound wave moved forward, straight and unobstructed.

Immediately, an old man's voice rang out from the Sanqing Palace: "Is Baiyun okay?"

As soon as the old man's voice came out, Bai Yun ran over quickly, while Fang Bie waited quietly where he heard footsteps gradually coming from the hall.

"Master, he broke through the door." Bai Yun walked out behind an old man wearing a preaching robe that was about to fade after washing. As soon as he came out, he pointed at Fang Bu and complained.

Fang Bi looked at the old man and made a greeting with his hands clasped in fists: "Farewell, junior, I have met Master Zhang of Wudang."

Bai Yun poked his head out from behind Zhang Buping: "Master, beat him!"

"It's not good to be a guest from afar," Zhang Buping said with a smile.

"This junior came all the way here just to beg for help." Fang Bie looked at Zhang Buping and said seriously.

Zhang Buping couldn't help but laugh: "I came thousands of miles away to be beaten, so my skin is really itchy."

This Zhang Zhenren from Wudang wears cloth clothes and wears straw sandals. He is extremely simple. His name is Zhang Buping, but he looks a bit too ordinary.

He had empty hands, was thin and lanky, and only his eyes were particularly sharp and lively.

"I'm here to ask Master Zhang to take a look at my sword." Fang Bie looked at Zhang Buping and continued.

"Where's the sword?" Zhang Buping asked.

"In your hand." Fang Bie said this, stretched out his hand, and a long sword instantly popped out of his sleeve, and was immediately held in the young man's hand.

This kind of magic-like ability made Bai Yun enjoy watching it. After all, Bai Yun was so bored on the mountain that he started to look at ants. When he saw Fang's tricks, he felt so happy that he almost had stars in his eyes.

However, his original intention remained unchanged: "Master, beat him!"

"he bullies me!"

Zhang Buping turned around and touched Bai Yun's head: "Don't fight every day. Fighting is not fun. Besides, if this little friend Fang wants to bully you, he probably has many ways to bully others."

Saying this, Zhang Buping looked at the sword in Fang Bie's hand and nodded: "It's a little interesting."

"Then can I use my sword against a real person now?" Fang Bie asked.

Zhang Buping nodded.

Then Fang Bie didn't hesitate at all. He held the sword in his hand and slashed forward in an instant.

Fang Bie will always only have this sword, just like Cheng Yaojin's three axes. If he is not one of the top twenty heroes in the world, he will not be able to take the three axes.

But Zhang Buping in front of him was empty-handed.

If you want to make a sneak attack, the best time is of course when the opponent has no weapon in his hand.

Even if it is a farewell, you must first confirm whether Zhang Buping is ready.

Fang Bie didn't know that his own sword was very powerful, even stronger than Ning Huan and Wang Zhi. Facing Fang's other swords, he had to fight with weapons to survive.

But Zhang Buping didn't even have a whisk in his hand, let alone a sword.

But if Zhang Buping nodded, then Fang Bi would choose to draw his sword without reservation.

Because he is Zhang Buping.

Many people suspect that he may be the strongest person in the entire world, and perhaps there is no one else.

The young man's figure jumped forward like a ghost. At this moment, Bai Yun realized that Fang Bu was really playing tricks on him.

When this young man was actually preparing to attack or even kill someone, his eyes and aura were completely different.

"clang!"

There was a soft sound in the air.

It was like the sound of metal colliding.

Fang Bie held his sword and looked at Zhang Buping in disbelief: "Master, is this okay?"

Facing Fang Bie's inevitable sword attack, Zhang Buping just stretched out two fingers.

Two fingers that were a little skinny and looked like branches.

Zhang Buping stretched out his fingers and faced Fang Bie's thunder-like slashes. He just blocked and deflected them gently, using his speed to strike faster. With a force of four or two thousand kilograms, he instantly offset Fang Bie's slashes and even borrowed his strength.

Don't pop it away.

All this is easy to say, but extremely difficult to put into practice.

There are only three words for "receiving and transforming", but if you can really do it, you will undoubtedly be a martial arts master.

"Good sword." Zhang Buping looked at his fingers and then said.

"It makes the real person laugh. The junior holding a sword is still no match for the real person's bare hands. It's the junior who is convinced that he lost." Fang Bie said sincerely.

Zhang Buping is different from others.

When Fang Bie strikes someone with his sword, even if the other party can barely catch it, Fang Bie's long-term training and adaptability allow him to strike the second sword, and even the third and fourth sword at the fastest speed.

The last sword is connected with each other, and each sword is an invulnerable sword.

Until the opponent is hacked to death.

This is what Fang Bie figured out. What if the three-blade ax fails to cut down the opponent.

If three axes cannot cut it, then you can only use four axes, five axes or even a thousand axes. As long as you work hard, the iron pestle can be ground into a needle. If you chop too much, even the steel will be chopped into pieces.

Not to mention people.

But facing Zhang Buping, he was no match for the two fingers that the opponent casually stretched out.

Fang Bie subconsciously thought of Qin.

If I use this sword to kill Qin, will there be similar results?

"I have taken your sword, but taking it does not mean that your sword is not good." Zhang Buping looked at Fang Bie and said slowly: "There are many swords that open and close, and move forward in an indomitable way, but those who can reach the

There are very few swords that reach this level."

"How long have you been practicing this sword?" Zhang Buping asked.

Fang Bie looked at the old man in front of him, was silent for a moment, and then replied: "Ten years."

"Is there anyone you want to kill?" Zhang Buping asked again.

Fang Don shook his head: "No."

Fang Bie never wanted to kill anyone. All he wanted was to kill those who wanted to kill him.
To be continued...