Chapter 242 Opportunity Comes

Fang Wang and Fang Hanyu stood side by side on the bridge, and Fang Hanyu talked about his experiences over the years.

In order to temper his swordsmanship, under the guidance of the Ten Thousand Years Sword Soul, he crossed many sea areas and went to the Sword Sect where the Ten Thousand Years Sword Soul was born. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and that Sword Sect has long ceased to exist, but he is among the ruins. The remaining sword intent was discovered.

After absorbing that sword intent, his swordsmanship has surpassed that of most swordsmen under the age of five hundred.

After that, he broke into the Demonic Abyss, tempered his sword intention in the midst of killing, and got acquainted with an old man hiding in the Demonic Abyss.

Fang Hanyu didn't know the name of the old man, nor his skills. He taught him a set of sword techniques, which allowed him to integrate all his sword intentions to form a brand new way of swordsmanship.

During this period, he also got acquainted with a woman, but the woman had long since died, leaving only her soul. The two had been together for ten years, and Fang Hanyu finally saved her.

Fang Hanyu didn't say much about the twists and turns, but Fang Wang could feel the sadness in his heart, no wonder his face was so changed.

"It's really exciting. It can be written into a story. Those people in the world like to hear stories like this." Fang Wang said with a smile.

Fang Hanyu rolled his eyes, but felt much better in his heart. He came back this time just to find someone to vent to, and the only person who could let him fully express his feelings was Fang Wang.

Fang Hanyu said with emotion: "I finally understand why you are not emotional. Even for a woman like Zhou Xue, you can still hold back and not express it. You really can't touch the word love. If you touch it, you won't be like yourself."

Fang Wang raised his eyebrows and said with a proud smile: "Young man, cultivating immortality well is the right way, especially sword cultivation. Love is a roadblock and an obstacle to the path of swordsmanship. If you want to achieve great success in swordsmanship, you cannot ask for love."

"screw you."

The two brothers began to push each other, as if they were children again, without the demeanor of a big monk.

After chatting for a long time, Fang Hanyu mentioned Fang Zigeng, which silenced the atmosphere.

"Believe in him. I think he is blessed with great fortune and will be able to turn danger into safety. Compared with him, I am more worried about you dying on the road to cultivating immortality." Fang Wang took a deep breath and said slowly.

Fang Hanyu was not angry when he heard this, he thought so too.

"Next time I come back, I will bring back the monsters from Biyou Island. Xiao Zi is thinking very hard." Fang Wang suddenly said.

Fang Hanyu nodded and asked with a smile: "When Kunlun is built in the future, can I also live in the mountain?"

Fang Wang patted his shoulder, pointed to the sky, and said: "About this location, halfway up the mountain, let you open up a sword field. You will be a difficulty on Kunlun, and you will test those who seek the Tao for me. Determined, when you can still accept disciples, hundreds of years later, I will be famous in the world, and there will be countless geniuses coming to Kunlun, and they will not insult your swordsmanship. "

"Of course that's a good thing. I'll stop everyone so you can't accept a disciple."

"Don't be surpassed by the younger generation. Although your sword intention is strong, it is not as good as Xu Qiu Ming. He is definitely stronger now, and there are many swordsman geniuses in the world who are worse than him."

"Xu Qiu Ming, right? Let me handle him next time I meet him."

Fang Hanyu said enthusiastically, which made Fang Wang smile.

Sorry, brother, you are really eyeing the best swordsman genius in the world.

In order to prevent Fang Hanyu from relaxing, Fang Wang deliberately used Xu Qiu Ming to stimulate him so that he would not relax in his cultivation in the future.

Even if Fang Hanyu cannot defeat Xu Qiu Ming in this life, as long as he can keep up with Xu Qiu Ming's pace, he can be superior to the world.

Fang Wang felt that he had worked so hard, and Fang Hanyu should give him a thumbs up.

After chatting with Fang Wang for several hours, Fang Hanyu left. He planned to return to Fang Mansion for a few days to visit his parents, and then go to Fang Jing to leave his sword intention for future generations to understand.

After listening to Fang Hanyu's story, Fang Wang became more motivated.

In the future, he will also travel around the world to see the scenery he has never seen before, and he also hopes to meet some different people.

But before that, he had to reach the Sky-Breaking Realm.

Fang Wang sat down and continued practicing.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the gears of time began to speed up.

On weekdays, basically no one disturbs him, and he can concentrate on practicing.

By the time he broke through to the sixth level of Nirvana, nine years had passed.

He opened his eyes, his eyes bright and sharp.

He immediately sent a message to someone in Jian Tianze.

Not long after, a man in black came over. It was Fang Jing, Fang Xun's son.

After not seeing him for many years, he has reached the seventh level of Condensation Realm, and his aura is comparable to that of a monk in the Crossing Void Realm.

Fang Jing looked the same as before. He walked behind Fang Wang with an unnatural look on his face. He rolled his eyes and knelt down behind Fang Wang.

"Uncle, please punish me, I have caused trouble for you!"

Fang Wang didn't say anything, and Fang Jing explained the reason.

After the Tiantian Holy Cult Rebellion ended, Fang Jing traveled north, left the mainland, and crossed several sea areas. Along the way, he punished traitors and eradicated evil, and helped each other whenever there was injustice on the road.

But in the end, he kicked an iron plate.

In order to save a female monk who was drugged, he offended the leader of a sect. The leader of the sect besieged him and was defeated by him. Instead, he killed him.

I thought that the matter would end like this, but I didn’t expect that the headmaster came from the Feng Clan. The Feng Clan was a family of great saints, and a great sage was born in their ancestors. Moreover, the headmaster was also a direct descendant of the Feng Clan, but he had only average qualifications, so he just came out to start the sect. Establish a faction.

Fang Jing heard that the Feng Clan was overbearing, especially regarding the life and death of their clan members. A hundred years ago, a Mahayana cultivator killed a Feng Clan member. Less than five years later, he was killed by the Feng Clan and died.

Fang Jing was naturally afraid that a Mahayana cultivator had died, so he fled back.

"Uncle, I don't want to cause trouble, but when I see someone being bullied, how can I not take action? Didn't our grandfather teach us that men should be upright and chivalrous in the world? But I didn't expect that guy to be so powerful. I missed my father, so I fled back early to avoid you having to go to another place and kill people." Fang Jing pretended to be wronged.

Fang Wang snorted, "You are different from your father. If you die, you die. I won't kill people."

"Ah, uncle, you are just saying that. If I really die, you will definitely not care, but I can't die. I haven't paid my respects to you yet."

"Okay, you are thick-skinned and don't force yourself."

"That's right. People only live once, and you have to do everything within your ability."

Fang Jing smiled slightly smugly. Seeing that his uncle didn't mean to blame him, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He seemed to think of something, and then took out a bronze mirror and said, "Uncle, this is what the female monk gave me before she died. I guess the guy from the Wind Clan wanted to find this thing, so he poisoned the female monk and did something shameful by the way. Unfortunately, although I took action, the female monk still died of poisoning. This mirror must have a great origin. You take a look. I can't see through it anyway."

Fang Wang raised his right hand and made a move in the air, and the bronze mirror flew into his palm.

"You go down and practice." Fang Wang said.

Fang Jing smiled, stood up, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Then the Wind Clan..."

"Let's see if they dare to come. If they come, will they use reason or fists?"

Hearing this, Fang Jing secretly admired that his uncle was still domineering.

After traveling all over the country for so many years, he was also knowledgeable, but the great cultivators from all over the country were far inferior to his uncle, at least in terms of courage and momentum.

After Fang Jing saluted and left, Fang Wang looked at the bronze mirror in his hand and smiled.

"Is this the fate of the emperor? Even if I keep practicing, there will be opportunities to come to me?"

Fang Wang sighed secretly. As soon as this mirror came out, Fang Wang felt the great fate inside.

There is definitely a great opportunity hidden inside!

Fang Wang used his spiritual sense to explore the mirror, and then he felt a strong restriction.

It's hard to break through!

I'm afraid that even a cultivator in the Breaking Heaven Realm would find it difficult to break through this restriction.

Fang Wang's eyes condensed, and he activated the Infinite Scripture of Heavenly Dao.

With a bang!

The bronze mirror burst out with a powerful force, causing the surrounding spiritual mist to explode, and the lake surface followed with a circle of waves, alarming most of the cultivators in Jian Tianze.

When they felt the direction of the air wave, they all calmed down.

At the same time, Fang Wang's consciousness came into the bronze mirror and entered a fantasy.

He opened his eyes and found himself standing in a wilderness. The night was like water, and the bright moon was mostly covered by dark clouds, and the stars could not be seen.

There was an inn on the hillside in front of him, with bright lights and curling smoke.

Fang Wang immediately walked up and came to the front of the inn. He saw four words engraved on the plaque.

Tianhuang Inn.

Fang Wang stepped over the threshold and walked into the inn. There was no one in the inn, but every table was placed with food and drinks.

He looked at the stairs leading to the second floor, and saw a figure appearing on the wall of the corridor on the second floor, walking slowly.

Soon, an old man walked to the front of the stairs and looked down at Fang Wang.

The old man was hunched, with messy hair, and held a wooden stick in his hand, which looked like a randomly cut branch.

He looked like he had nothing to do with this inn, and looked more like an old beggar.

"Junior, what is your name? You can make me unable to deduce, it seems that you are very advanced."

The old man's voice sounded, vicissitudes and majesty.

Fang Wang replied: "My name is Fang Wang, and I got a mirror left by the senior. I wonder if I am bothering the senior?"

The old man began to go downstairs, stopping every step, making people want to help him.

"It doesn't count as a bother. I have waited for a long time, and I thought that no one could wake me up." The old man said faintly, staring at Fang Wang, as if he wanted to see through him.

"I can't judge your level of cultivation just by looking at your spiritual sense, but since you can break through my restrictions, you must have reached the fifth level of the magical realm, right?"

Faced with his question, Fang Wang hesitated for a moment and said, "To be honest, I am only at the Nirvana realm."

As soon as he said this, the old man stopped walking, narrowed his eyes, and stared at Fang Wang closely, his eyes became sharp.