Chapter 381 If you see my teacher, you need to defeat me first

Fang Daoming listened to Jin Yiwu's words of life and death, and couldn't help praising secretly and saying, "If you follow me sincerely, I will naturally teach you sincerely."

Fang Daoming said goodbye to Jin Jian, that is, he rolled Jin Yiwu on the head of the cloud, and then there was a long roar, and the magic around his body urged him. The wind and clouds surged, and the vitality was turbulent. A wolf smoke went straight to the sky and spread away powerfully, covering thousands of miles in an instant.

Jin Jianqi was in it and felt that he could not move at all over his body. Except for the fact that his mind could work a little, his magic power and blood almost solidified, just like a newborn baby facing an ancient fierce beast.

Jin Jianxuan saw Fang Daoming leave by the clouds, and the pressure gradually dissipated. Only then did he know that what Jin Yiwu said was true. If the other party wanted to kill him, it was easy. Behind him, there was also a roar in his manor, as if a great enemy was coming. He was shocked, and then secretly congratulated that his son followed this man. Maybe it was really his creation, and it was okay to think about the great disaster.

Fang Daoming left Jinjia Villa, and according to the memory of Jin Yiwu, he drove straight to the small saint of Meishan Mountain. On the way, he looked at the black bear spirit who had never opened his mouth and asked, "Lao Hei, what do you think?"

The black bear spirit smiled and said, "The small one is just a big old man. What can you think? It's just that the Jin has little vision, but it's his loss."

Fang Daoming smiled and said, "The loss is not so much, but without his introduction, poor Dao is going to visit Meishan Xiaosheng, but he has to make some noise."

Fang Daoming drove the clouds very fast, like a streamer. After ten breaths, he arrived at a green mountain. As Jin Yiwu said, the green mountain here is the highest peak of the star and the best place for feng shui, while the four families of fire-eye macaques are located in the southeast and northwest of the green mountain. As for other ethnic groups with a small number, they can only find other places.

Fang Daoming used his magic power and set up a battle. Next week, his body was full of auspicious light and auspicious light, which made the weather thousands of weather, immediately shocked the owner in the depths of the green mountains, the elder Meishan Xiaosheng, the ancestor of the fire-eye macaque family.

"I don't know where the master came to visit, and I was disappointed and neglected." In the depths of the green mountains, there was a deep sound, and then a rainbow bridge flew from the depths of the green mountains and landed in front of Fang Daoming Yuntou.

Fang Daoming smiled and said, "Poor Taoist Fang Daoming, I have heard the name of Meishan Little Sage for a long time. Thank you very much for meeting me."

Fang Daoming thanked him, that is, he collected the clouds and landed on the Hongqiao Bridge. He saw the Hongqiao automatically shrinking and took Fang Daoming and others into the depths of the green mountains.

At the end of Hongqiao, there is a valley with beautiful mountains and rivers. A jewel hangs in mid-air, shining like a big sun, shining the valley like a day.

Under the pearl, a middle-aged man with blue hair and blue hair stood with a smile on his face and the wind. "It turned out to be a Taoist priest. It's an honor to have a glorious life."

Fang Daoming didn't expect that Meishan Xiaosheng, the ancestor of the fiery macaque family, was so amiable that he couldn't help but be surprised, but when he thought about Jin Yiwu's evaluation of Tongtian Dasheng, he was immediately relieved, so he wrote a courtesy, "Thank you very much for the reception of Lao Meishan Xiaosheng."

The word "Little Saint is ashamed." It turned out that under the starry sky, only the pure Yang ancestor could call the word "holy". A few years ago, the ape king and others claimed to be holy and led to the disaster of extinction. So far, this Meishan Xiaosheng was also quite afraid. He looked at Fang Daoming, and then looked at Jin Yiwu and Black. Xiong Jing said again, "Whose disciple are you in my line? This black bear must be under the door of the Cihang fairy, and he has been looking forward to it for a long time.

The black bear spirit smiled and said twice in a row. Jin Yiwu also hurriedly knelt down, kowtowed three times, and answered respectfully: "The boy Jin Yiwu is the fourth generation of the Jin family under the ancestors. He has admired the prestige of the ancestors for a long time. Today, he was able to see him today. It is the great creation of the boy."

"It turned out to be a child of the Jin family," Meishan Xiaosheng smiled and asked him to get up. "It's just that the Taoist priest is a master outside the world, and the black bear is even under the throne of Cihang Fairy. How can you, a little monkey, walk with them?"

"To tell the ancestor, because of his poor origin, the boy left here early and went to other heavens to fool around, causing a lot of trouble. Later, he was caught by the fairy to guard the fairy island. Recently, the Cihang fairy had to retreat to practice, so he ordered the boy to travel around with the Taoist priest, and the black bear was the same All right."

Meishan Xiaosheng sighed, "So it is. It turns out that you are the son of Jin Jianxuan. At that time, Jin Jianxuan came to beg me to get his son from the Cihang Fairy, but I refused him. Unexpectedly, he is now standing in front of the old man. It seems that this is all the credit of the Taoist priest."

Fang Daoming smiled and said, "Everything is arranged by Cihang Fairy. The poor road is just a temporary agent."

"In this way, the old man will thank you at the Shangcihang Fairy Gate another day. I don't know why the Taoist priest came to look for the old man on this trip?"

"The poor Tao knows that Mr. Xiaosheng is a proud disciple of Tongtian Great Holy See. Tongtian Dasheng is the pure Yang's ancestor and is proficient in swordsmanship. Coincidentally, poor Tao is also a way to practice swordsmanship, so he wants to ask Tongtian Dasheng for swordsmanship, and ask Mr. Xiaosheng to introduce him."

Meishan Xiaosheng couldn't help but be stunned and then laughed: "Don't blame the Taoist priest for saying it bluntly."

"Mr. Xiaosheng, but it doesn't matter."

"According to the old man's view, the Taoist priest's cultivation level is not as good as the old man. Is it too arrogant to ask Tongtian Dasheng for advice on the way of swordsmanship?"

Fang Daoming laughed disapprovingly and said, "What Mr. Xiaosheng said may be true, but how can he know that what he said is true?"

Meishan Xiaosheng pondered in his heart and secretly said that this man really has great ability to challenge the pure Yang's ancestors. "Since the Taoist priest is so confident, he will fight with the old man for a few rounds first. If the Taoist priest can win, the old man will help you recommend him."

Fang Daoming seemed to have expected this for a long time, so he laughed and said, "How dare you not obey what Mr. Xiaosheng said? Please show mercy."

Meishan Xiaosheng nod to Jin Yiwu and Black Bear Jing and said, "You should retreat for the time being. Don't be hurt by Wu."

This originally amiable fire-eye macaque ancestor suddenly changed, that is, his expression was solemn and ferocious. As soon as he stretched out and grabbed it with one hand, he suddenly added a thick * black long stick, which was quietly shining from time to time. I don't know what it was made of material.

Fang Daoming saw that he came up to sacrifice weapons, and he didn't hold it big. His smile gradually closed, and his magic power urged him to reach the peak. When he finished the Dharma phase, he had a fierce battle with the bloodthirsty demon god in the realm of the yuan god, and fell into an equal situation. Now he is naturally not timia, and he also intends to teach the skills of monks of all ethnic groups under the starry sky of Hongjun's ancestor.

Meishan Xiaosheng was a little angry when he saw that Fang Daoming did not show his weapons, so he asked, "Isn't the Taoist priest going to use weapons?"

"When it's time to take action, poor people will naturally take action. Mr. Xiaosheng just take action, don't worry about it."

"Good!" Meishan Xiaosheng shouted loudly, and the long stick in his hand suddenly turned into a shadow. This shadow just disappeared in a trance, and then the void suddenly burst in front of Fang Daoming, and a vast stick of death jumped out of it and stabbed it fiercely.

The change between this stick is extremely mysterious, and it is fast and unexpected. The tip of the stick shakes, and there are thousands of changes in an instant. Unexpectedly, it wanders between time and space. The destructive power contained in it can explode at any time, which is impossible to prevent. Jin Yiwu and the black bear essence who watched the battle were shocked, especially Jin Yiwu. When he saw Meishan Xiaosheng take action for the first time, he never expected that his family's Taoism could be cultivated to such a level, and he sweated for Fang Dao.

This bar of power broke out in front of Fang Daoming, and the distance of 100 feet was included in the place of death. Fang Daoming was fragmented and fragmented in an instant. This change made Jin Yiwu and Black Bear Jing's heart rise to their throats in an instant, but Meishan Xiaosheng shouted secretly.

After Fang Daoming's figure was fragmented, it turned into thousands of strands and disappeared, but in the void broken by the little saint of Meishan, suddenly there was a silky light, gently climbing on its big stick, and then firmly tied it so that it could no longer be rid of it.

Meishan Xiaosheng was shocked and found that the light was a sword light, soft and elegant. No matter how he danced the big stick in his hand, he could not get rid of it.

Fang Daoming suddenly appeared from the void and moved his fingers, touching the sword light, either winding, bouncing, or shaking, wrapping the other party's stick tighter and tighter, as if it began to make waves of low sound.

"What a powerful Taoism, what a powerful swordsmanship." Meishan Xiaosheng praised secretly, but his hands were not slow at all. His hands were dancing continuously, and the big stick in his hand was dancing crazily. Infinite power surged out, shaking the surroundings into void and scattered. The world was almost chaotic, but Fang Daoming's sword light was like a bone-attached maggot. No matter how he tried, it was useless.

Fang Daoming smiled, and the sword light became more and more brilliant. When the sword light danced, there was an annihilation derived from the void around the sword light. Every derivative annihilation of the void took away the power of the little saint of Meishan. This sword light was immediately shocked again, and the word "slow" was born out of thin air.

As soon as the word "slow" came out, Meishan Xiaosheng suddenly felt that not only his movements were half a beat slower, but also his magic mind was half a beat slower. His heart was suddenly shocked and he had no choice but to use the power of the yuan god.

Meishan Xiaosheng's cultivation realm was slightly better than Fang Daoming. Just now, he was just hindered by his face and forcibly suppressed his own cultivation a little lower, so as not to spread it. He was not victorious, and was laughed at by others. But now, he no longer dares to make it big. The development of the situation has exceeded his expectations. If it is still as before, not to mention better than him, it is difficult to maintain a draw. If he is really careless and loses a game, he will be ashamed of himself. If he loses the face of the master Tongtian Dasheng, it will be big.