Chapter 190： 190 favors

Chapter 190 190 Favors

'Alchemy: Basic Stage (Master)'

As the handwriting changed, a lot of memories flooded Zhang Rongfang's mind.

He closed his eyes and saw in a daze that he had been refining various basic elixirs for three years.

The pills and prescriptions he refined are all the basic recipes he has seen and learned these days.

One pot, one furnace.

He has a very high failure rate at first, but as the number of times increases, the time becomes longer.

His success rate slowly started to increase, getting higher.

‘As expected. As expected,’ Zhang Rongfang was delighted.

Thoroughly confirmed that the attribute bar is not only dedicated to martial arts. But other skills are fine.

‘At the beginning, my trap didn’t have an option. It’s likely that I only learned one kind of trap technique, and I didn’t understand the principle, and my understanding was not perfect and comprehensive. '

After confirming that attribute points have a wider range of uses, Zhang Rongfang's eyes darkened.

‘In this way, traps, medical skills, traps, etc., can all be activated in case of emergency. '

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Late at night.

Between Yangshuo City and Tianbao Palace, in a large woodland.

Teams of bandits from Mount Futu, under the order of Monk Hongyan, disguised themselves as ordinary people, and brought stacks of identity information that they spent money to transcribe, and assembled to prepare.

There are a total of sixteen people in the group.

The leader is Zheng Jiaquan, and he has been with Monk Hongyan very early.

"Are you all ready!?" Zheng Jiaquan was wearing a snakeskin bag, which was full of notes and stickers copied in advance.

"Big boss, are we...really going to go up and sprinkle?" Zhang Huisheng, the second master's jade-handed scholar, asked in a low voice, with a worried face on his face.

"Of course it's true, just rush up and throw it away, what are you afraid of?" Zheng Jiaquan said impatiently.

Expose Zhang Ying's identity first, so that he can't hide anymore, and was expelled by Taoism.

If it is unsuccessful, induce it from the inside and lead it out.

This is the whole plan of Futu Mountain.

Within one month, withdraw if unsuccessful.

"Walk, go, what are you afraid of! The reward for going is doubled!" Zheng Jiaquan yelled.

A group of people agitated for a long time, and after a while, they quietly walked along the mountain and approached Tianbao Palace.

Some people first took out the notices they were going to post. These were intended to be posted on the tree trunks on both sides of the official road near Tianbao Palace.

"who!?"

Before approaching 100 meters, a group of armored men patrolling with lanterns quickly approached here.

"Hurry up!"

Zheng Jiaquan kept urging.

The five subordinates immediately speeded up, took the copybook and pasted it on the tree trunk by the roadside.

Hoo!

Suddenly there was a scream.

With a puff, a high-speed rotating machete slashed **** the back of a bandit who posted a copybook.

The blood surged very high.

The bandit howled miserably, turned around and wanted to run, but it was too late.

He didn't take a few steps before he fell limply to the ground, unable to move.

Soon, several rotating machetes flew over, slashing at the rest of the bandits.

Zheng Jiaquan was dumbfounded, looking at the scene in front of him, it was so exaggerated that he couldn't believe it.

They they just come over to put some paper

Do you want to be so exaggerated? ?

Zheng Jiaquan couldn't understand it at all.

"Hack this group of Skysuo Sect guys to death!" Only the leader on the opposite side yelled angrily. "Come here twice, dare to come a third time, court death!"

Bandits fell to the ground one by one, basically all at once.

There is no resistance.

The stickers in their hands were also splattered with blood, stained red, and the words could not be seen clearly.

Zheng Jiaquan immediately turned around and ran wildly. I didn't care about the stickers and notes on my body, and fled after leaving them behind.

After this group of people finished running.

The few good hunters who were chasing and killing just now quickly returned to the original place, picked up all the scattered notes and stickers on the ground, gathered them together, and burned them directly.

The one who took the lead had a ponytail, long brown hair hanging behind him, and a very burly figure.

He picked up a note and looked at it.

‘The true identity of Zhang Ying of the Daoist Sect is actually the envoy of the Golden Wing Tower of the Eastern Sect. His purpose is to infiltrate the Daoist Sect and drag the entire Tianbao Palace into the struggle between the Eastern Sect and the Western Sect! '

"Well, the content is well written. It's a pity that we can't do anything with those masters of Xizong, but you guys can still solve it easily." He shook his head and waved his hand.

"Brothers, withdraw."

A group of people responded, quickly cleaned up the mess, and left the woodland quickly.

From the beginning to the end, no one knew their true identities and why they pretended to be Daoists.

After a while, several figures were attracted by the sound and rushed to the woodland, but they couldn't find anything except a large amount of corpse blood.

"Is the Eastern and Western sects fighting each other again?" One person asked in a low voice.

"It should be, but this time it's all low-level, nothing to see." Another person replied.

"Then don't worry about it. Our position is neutral and impartial. As long as it doesn't affect us, we don't care about the rest."

"Understood!"

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Dadu.

A hidden basement that no one has discovered.

"Golden Core stage is really unexpected. That little guy has reached the Golden Core stage."

A woman with a stiff face, a plain white body and a gold belt around her waist, admiring the miniature wooden model of the entire metropolis in front of her with her hands behind her back.

The models go up to towers and pavilions, criss-crossing, some places are gorgeous and prosperous, some places are poor and simple.

Except for the empty part of the palace, the rest of the place is quite complete.

Opposite the woman, a petite woman with the same stiff face raised her head and let out a sigh.

"He lied to me."

"What did you lie to you?" The woman with the gold belt asked doubtfully.

"Lied to me that he was nineteen years old." The petite woman replied.

"Isn't he twenty-six?" The woman with the gold belt was surprised.

"The information has just been changed to thirty-five." The petite woman continued.

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"Then how old is this kid?!" The woman with the gold belt was speechless.

"Ninth rank of martial arts, golden elixir of literary skills, he is not the core of the cultivation of masters with concentrated resources by the great teaching. Thirty-five years old should be true. The rest of the identities are probably false." The petite woman replied.

"This is also very powerful. I can't even touch the bones." The woman with the gold belt sighed, "No wonder you value him so much, and even arranged a retreat through the induction door."

She paused. "However, based on this alone, the thirty-five-year-old Jindan is not enough for the Daoist sect to protect him. Ninth-rank or something is meaningless to that sect."

"It's okay, I arranged for someone to deal with it. When this period of time passes, everything will be fine.

And I'm about to enter the extreme state. If I don't settle down well, I will forget about these by then. "The petite woman said softly.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Extreme, that is a road of no return.

Especially that type of extreme realm, once you enter, you will only remember one goal.

"Tongzhang. Why. Why just refuse to bow?" The woman with the gold belt suddenly said in a deep voice.

Tiannv Tongzhang stretched out her hands and crossed them in front of her, rubbing her fingers lightly.

"Many reasons."

She smiled.

"My own and others'"

"In fact, the extreme state is far from being as strong as imagined. It is still a body of flesh and blood, and it is still powerless." The woman with the gold belt said softly.

"." Tongzhang didn't speak any more. He lowered his head and stretched out his hand, and gently used his index finger to swipe across the streets of Dadu.

In this world, there are always some people who don't want to be dogs, and don't want to bow their heads forever.

She is like this, so is that one.

Everyone believes that it is impossible for humans to defeat them with flesh and blood.

But she didn't believe it.

Some things, if you don't try, you will never see hope.

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Tianbao Palace.

In the Ming and Inner Palaces in the Three Avenues Palace.

Fang Zhiyun sat in front of many pilgrims and disciples, wearing a gorgeous Taoist robe, holding a stone scripture book, and constantly chanting passages of Sutras of Floating Life and Transshipment.

This scripture is mainly used to reverse the fortune and make people more lucky.

The duration is claimed to be within two days.

Of course, the cowhide is blown out. I don’t know if it really has the effect of transshipment.

Anyway, as the lord of the palace, Fang Zhiyun himself doesn't know whether to turn or not, just read it.

In the entire Ming and Inner Palace, there were hundreds of people who sat cross-legged and chanted scriptures together.

The dozen or so people sitting in the center are all spiritual nobles from Dadu and important representatives of various forces.

Everyone is here for transshipment.

Many people were under great psychological pressure, but under the influence of the scriptures, they gradually stabilized.

As time went by, slowly, more than ten minutes passed, and the scriptures were recited.

The surrounding Taoists also began to clean up the miscellaneous affairs of the ceremony.

Palace Master Fang Zhiyun made the final finishing touches, picked up the whisk and comforted the honored guests who got up one by one.

As the pilgrims left one by one, the incense box on the right was filled again.

Soon, the pilgrims left one after another.

In the end, there was only one long-haired woman in goose yellow long-sleeved trousers, with a maid beside her, quietly waiting for the rest to leave.

Fang Zhiyun also saw that the other party had something to say, and immediately signaled the other party to wait.

He changed into his robes and washed up before returning to the main hall.

"This layman, is there something wrong?"

Among the three masters of Tianbao Palace, Fang Zhiyun is the one with the mildest temper, but he is also the one whom Master Yue Dewen trusts the most.

The light-yellow woman smiled and said: "My master ordered me to come and ask the palace master. Does the favor from Lihentang back then still count?"

The kind smile on Fang Zhiyun's face disappeared instantly, he paused in astonishment, and then he showed a wry smile.

"Of course. Please tell me."

"The Palace Master seems to have guessed that we will come?" The woman in yellow laughed.

"It would be strange if you didn't come at such a critical time." Fang Zhiyun shook his head. "Come on, I'll do my best."

"This person." The woman in yellow lightly handed out a scroll, "My master wants you to protect him and not let him leave Tianbao Palace. Get involved in the vortex in front of you."

Fang Zhiyun looked left and right, and the guards around him suddenly turned their heads and turned their backs to this side.

He reached out to take the scroll and slowly unfolded it.

On the scroll, there was clearly written a line of words: Zhang Ying, thirty-five years old, Wengong Jindan stage, martial arts ninth grade, Golden Wing Tower Wushan Spirit Envoy.

There is a series of related experiences, martial arts methods, etc. behind.

Fang Zhiyun frowned at first, but later he saw that on the column of martial arts, it was clearly the envoy of the Golden Wing Tower, but unexpectedly, it was all the ways of Daoism.

His eyes suddenly became strange.

"Where is his Jinpeng Secret Record?"

"I haven't practiced." The woman in yellow was also speechless, "Okay, I've brought the words, your sect may have some objections to him, but let the palace lord speak up."

"This level of qualification. Don't worry, I will voice my support." Fang Zhiyun nodded seriously.

Thirty-five-year-old Jindan stage, although already over thirty, but the aptitude is already good. In Tianbao Palace, the younger generation is in an awkward position.

Fang Zhiyun knew very well that although this person's aptitude is very good.

But it is not enough to offend Xizong and other forces for him.

If the real identity of this Zhang Ying is announced, then some people in the palace will definitely feel that just because of his Zhang Ying, they will provoke Xizong and Sensingmen and other terrorist forces.

Not worth it.

However, since the celestial girl is betting on the favor of the past, no matter what, he has to do his best.

(end of this chapter)