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

"Yang Fang?"

I saw him announcing his home status.

Kunlun couldn't help but frown slightly.

Not that she was angry at him for interrupting her rashly.

Purely because of the name, he had never heard of it.

After thinking for a while and feeling that he had no impression, he couldn't help but look past Yang Fang and turned to Miss Hong and the old foreigner, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"Brother Yang was born in gold, and he is the direct descendant of senior Jin Abacus."

"I came to Chenjiazhuang this time...to pay a visit to Shopkeeper Chen and my senior brother."

He glanced at the red girl from the corner of his eye.

Seeing that she had no intention of speaking.

The old foreigner could only bite the bullet and explain in a low voice.

Yang Fang has been living in Zhuangzi these days.

It's hard to describe.

This kid is a martial arts madman. From morning to night, most of his time is spent on polishing his martial arts.

The remaining half is looking for people to learn from.

There are countless good players in Changsheng Mountain.

But now, when I hear his name, I feel like I can't avoid it like seeing the God of Plague.

It's okay to be let go by him, but as long as he feels that his kung fu methods are superior, he will be the end of sleepless nights.

"Touch the Golden Gate?!"

Kunlun didn't notice the strangeness in his expression.

Just feel weird.

Since we are here to visit the shopkeeper, why do we start fighting when we meet?

"Yes, that's right down there."

Yang Fang nodded.

The fighting spirit in a pair of night eyes became stronger and stronger.

From the first moment he saw Kunlun, he knew that Shopkeeper Chen Yulou Chen had not lied to him. This guy was indeed one of the best in a million.

Just standing there.

It gives people an incomparable pressure.

Relying on the sky and rising from the earth, the tiger is as powerful as the mountain.

Even the horse he rides on is much taller than others.

"Sparring is okay, but not today."

Kunlun glanced at him, just shook his head and said calmly.

"Why?"

After hearing the previous article, Yang Fang couldn't wait to have a hearty fight.

did not expect.

Kunlun said it to death with a backhand.

"I just came back today. I want to see the shopkeeper."

Kunlun still looked calm.

They rushed back from Changsha City all the way at starry night just because they wanted to ask Chen Yulou to diagnose and treat Huzi as soon as possible. They had no time to deal with him.

"Your shopkeeper is still in retreat. He is just exchanging ideas without wasting time."

It's not easy to meet a well-matched opponent.

How could Yang Fang be willing to miss it?

"Whether it's in retreat or not, I'll know after I go see it."

Faced with his persistent pursuit, Kunlun seemed to have never heard of him from beginning to end.

"What I said is real."

"Brother Kunlun, if you don't believe it, ask the old foreigner and Miss Hong."

Seeing that he ignored him at all, Yang Fang's face became even more impatient.

He has been waiting for this battle today for too long.

these days.

He had heard Kunlun's name too many times.

It wasn’t just the promise from shopkeeper Chen that day.

More are those brothers on the Everlasting Victory Mountain who were defeated by him.

Talking about how ferocious Kunlun is, capable of tearing apart tigers and leopards alive.

because of this.

Only when he heard that Kunlun had returned, he hurriedly followed the two of them out to greet him, just to get what he wanted as soon as possible.

Who knows, right now people are ignoring it at all.

"For the last time, I have something to do today."

Kunlun held the reins and looked at Yang Fang's calm voice.

only……

Seemingly calm eyes.

When it fell on Yang Fang, it made him feel like a light on his back.

"Just once, after the discussion, Yang will stop entangled, how about it?"

Seeing that the atmosphere is becoming more and more tense.

Huamaguai couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

"Brother Yang Fang, we have been working hard all the way without any rest. We are really tired. How about this? I'll wait until I meet the shopkeeper and ask him for his opinion."

"If he agrees, the discussion will be in the near future."

have to say.

Huamaguai is slick in everything he does.

A few words not only relaxed the atmosphere, but also made a suggestion that neither Yang Fang nor Kunlun could refuse.

"Kunlun, what do you think?"

Huama turned back to look at Kunlun and blinked.

"I'm OK."

Seeing this, Huamaguai couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Kunlun's personality has indeed changed a lot since he regained his consciousness. If this were the case in the past, with his stubborn temper, he would not have been able to get through this matter today without inviting the shopkeeper.

"What about brother Yang Fang?"

Huama turned to look at Yang Fang.

"I'm sorry, but the last thing Yang can learn in this life is the word patience."

"what?"

Hear this.

Huamaguai suddenly felt a sense of vigilance in her heart.

But he just finished speaking.

hum-

A clanging sound like broken gold and cracking rocks exploded in my ears.

I saw Yang Fang swiping his backhand from behind.

With a flick of his wrist, the heavily wrapped black cloth was instantly shattered into pieces by the surging inner energy.

Everyone looked up.

Only then did he realize that what he was carrying on his back was actually a steel whip as long as a spear, with four edges and seven sections.

The style of iron whip is ancient.

At first glance, it seems that it is not a newly minted thing.

The color is like brass, extremely deep, and the four-sided concave surface is engraved with talismans.

Compared with the whip body, which is as thick as a mace, the four-sided blade is polished to be extremely sharp.

At this moment, he was holding it in his hand, and the light and shadow intertwined, bringing out pieces of cold light.

What is even more amazing is the dragon scale pattern smelted from secret gold on the whip handle.

"The magic whip..."

See him pull out the iron whip.

The red girl's eyes couldn't help but gleam.

Some time ago, after Yang Fang came to live in Zhuangzi, the shopkeeper mentioned it to her once.

It is said that the iron whip behind him has great origins.

It is said to be a Taoist magic weapon passed down by Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain in the Han Dynasty.

I don’t know how it was obtained by Jin Abacus.

Passed to Yang Fang.

This whip is so powerful that it can not only suppress rigor mortis, but also disperse souls.

However, after being in Chenjiazhuang for so long, Yang Fang found someone to spar with almost every day, but he never used the magic whip, and only relied on his fists and kicks to suppress him.

Now I see Kunlun for the first time.

He actually used the magic whip without hesitation.

It also allowed her to finally see what this fine steel whip looked like.

It was almost completely different from her nine-section whip.

"It's bad. This kid is stubborn, and Kunlun is even more stubborn. I'm afraid we can't avoid this battle today."

The red girl's eyes flickered.

The old foreigner on the side looked solemn.