Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

"Hit the divine whip Yang Fang?!"

His spiritual consciousness crossed the fertile fields outside Chenjiazhuang.

Chen Yulou looked at the young man and felt an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

It wasn't until his eyes fell on the stainless steel whip wrapped in black cloth behind him, but the four-sided wide surface of the stainless steel whip could still be vaguely seen, that he suddenly realized and reacted.

A whip with four edges and seven knots.

Disciple of Golden Abacus.

Racing civet cat Yang Fang!

A few months ago at the Dragon King Temple in Fuxian Lake, I had just seen Quetzalcoatl, the Snake Worshiper, and the Green Tomb. I didn't expect to meet him again just ten days after returning to Chenjiazhuang.

Plus the words of Cui Laodao and Zhou Mingyue.

God of Nuo, Gui Buyu, The Land of Mysteries, Four Gods Fighting Three Demons.

The veil of fog shrouding this world is being lifted more and more.

Chen Yulou looked calm, but the excitement deep in his eyes could not be concealed.

Yang Fang is brave and good at fighting. In terms of force alone, he is definitely the ceiling of Nuo Shen Chapter, even Cui Laodao can't do it.

After all, the latter is better at Taoism.

That is to say, I didn't go to Tianjin Guard, otherwise it would have been five gods slaying three demons.

Or eight unique monsters, ten tigers and ten dragons.

Although it's just a guess.

But we can also get a glimpse of Yang Fang's domineering side.

He exhaled.

Chen Yulou put away his thoughts.

He also withdrew his gaze from the high wall in front of him and chose to go all the way around.

It was already bright at this time, but it had rained a little bit last night. The clouds in the mountain forest were covered with fog early in the morning. Several people walked through the mist, and their hair tips were wet.

"Brother Yang, just ahead is Chenjiazhuang."

The old foreigner was in high spirits.

Pointing to the town road not far away, backed by green mountains and located among fertile fields.

He carries a large bow on his back, and a quiver hangs on the side of his horse's back.

The whole person looked arrogant and majestic.

"As expected of the Chen family..."

Yang Fang had actually noticed Chenjiazhuang for a long time.

A face full of surprise.

They started from Shijun Mountain and saw too many refugees along the way. When they suddenly saw such a paradise where there was no traffic and chickens and dogs could hear each other, they couldn't help but be shocked.

"The shopkeeper is very tolerant."

"However, you'd better get rid of your charlatanism."

The red girl is wearing a red dress with a ponytail, and her eyebrows are full of heroic spirit.

A nine-section whip hung from his waist.

Suddenly a reminder.

Face her reminder.

Yang Fang, who was on horseback, seemed a little stunned. He just looked at the whip in her hand absentmindedly, and was amazed, but more importantly, he had a strong fighting spirit.

Since leaving Fangjiashan a few years ago.

In these years, he has been traveling around the world, carrying the magic whip on his back and fighting everywhere.

He has a bohemian personality, and besides fighting, his favorite thing is to compete with others.

A pure martial arts idiot.

However, although martial arts prospered in the Republic of China, and martial arts practitioners were like crucian carp crossing the river, most of the true masters, especially martial arts masters, were very difficult to see the beginning of the dragon.

Yang Fang has met a few of them.

It's just that there are few opponents who can make him enjoy himself.

Unexpectedly, this time when he passed through Dongting and headed to Wuling Mountain, he met two heroines on the way.

Not only is he extremely skilled.

The way he behaves is also quite in line with his temper.

Yang Fang inherited the character of his master Jin Abacus in his heart.

Help the world and save the people, rob the rich and give to the poor.

As long as there is injustice, we will never turn a blind eye.

That day when we were passing through the mountains, a group of bandits returned from a robbery and kidnapped more than a dozen young girls. It was easy to know what would happen to them. Just when they were about to rescue them, Hua Ling and Miss Hong had already rushed into the battle.

Originally, he was worried that the two girls' families would fall into the trap of the tiger.

result……

Less than half an hour.

The bandits, numbering around thirty, were dealt with cleanly.

Although Yang Fang did not die personally, he was always on the sidelines, taking out several bandits who were trying to escape.

What amazed him was far more than just the two men's powerful skills.

What was even more beyond his expectation was the nine-section whip in Miss Hong's hand.

He is soft but not firm, his heart moves at will, his strength is like a mountain avalanche, his movement is stronger than that of a dragon, and his killing blows are no weaker than the magic whip in his hand.

In today's world, martial arts practitioners either specialize in fists and kicks, or are fond of swords and guns. The number of people who use long whips as weapons can be counted on one hand.

At least until then.

He had never encountered it before.

Even the nine-section whip used by Miss Hong was different from his divine whip.

The former is known for his softness and strength, but his bamboo-jointed steel whip uses strong force but heavy blows, and uses force to hurt people.

But this did not prevent him from trying to compete and learn from each other.

Unfortunately.

This red girl has a cold personality and refuses to let strangers in.

Even if he begged shamelessly all the way.

From beginning to end, she never let go.

On the contrary, the little Taoist nun Hua Ling was approachable and would say a few words from time to time, so as not to embarrass him.

It wasn't until we were chatting that I learned that Yang Fang was born in the gold-touching family and learned from Jin Abacus.

Finally, a hint of surprise appeared on the red girl's face.

As Chen Yulou's confidant.

She knew very well that on the way back from southern Yunnan, the shopkeeper had been planning to go to Wuku Temple to find Elder Chen.

And that person, before he became a monk, was the direct disciple of Zhang Sanlianzi and the senior brother who touched Jinmen in this generation.

Yang Fang is a disciple of Jin Abacus.

In terms of seniority, wouldn’t it be necessary to call Elder Chen uncle?

In addition, the shopkeeper always likes to make friends with heroes.

She is also a veteran.

Although he has no feelings for Yang Fang, he highly recognizes his strength.

Since you can't drive him away, it's better to take him back to Chenjiazhuang and give the shopkeeper a headache.

And when he heard that one of them was from Changsheng Mountain and the other was a mountain-moving Taoist of this generation, Yang Fang was even more amazed.

At that time, he studied art in Fangjiashan.

He had heard his master say it countless times.

In the world of fighting, there are people who touch the golden hills, and there are also people who move mountains and unload mountains.

I didn't expect that the two women who bumped into each other unintentionally had such powerful backgrounds.

Over the years, he had heard about Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle, but he had never had the opportunity to meet them.

Such a good opportunity now.

How could Yang Fang be willing to miss it?

Wuling Mountain is right there anyway, and you won’t be able to leave on your own if you grow up, so what’s the difference if you go early or late?

The original itinerary was immediately abandoned.

Follow the three men to see Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle.

"Don't worry, Miss Hong. Yang is not a newbie who has just entered the world. He knows how to measure things."

Yang Fang was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses.

Shake his head and smile.

But it could be seen from his unruly expression that he didn't hear a single word.