"Who are you?" Baoxiang looked at Fang Jie for a long time and said in surprise: "Are you Wan Zhenshan or a disciple of my Blood Knife Sect?"

"Who are you?" Fang Jie deliberately pretended to be confused and delayed time, thinking secretly how to solve the person in front of him.

"I am the fifth generation disciple of the Blood Knife Sect, the treasure elephant under the seat of the Blood Knife Ancestor!" Baoxiang sang a Buddha's name, glanced at the blood knife in Fang Jie's hand, and asked again: "Who is your master? How can you understand the Blood Knife Skill? "

But Fang Jie observed that the other party was holding a long sword and continued to pretend to be confused: "Below Fang Jie, my master is the ancestor of the Blood Sword. However, since you are a disciple of the Blood Sword Sect, why don't you use a long sword but use a long sword? Don't try to fool me!"

"Haha!" Baoxiang relaxed his expression, put away his long sword, touched his bare head, and smiled, "That's my junior brother. You must have just started, and Master may not have mentioned it to you. Although my martial arts master is bleeding sword, because Master said that my roots and bones are weaker than ordinary people, I have to practice without moving the Mingwang Sword, so I naturally use the sword."

"So that's it..." Fang Jie nodded suddenly. This was not pretending, but he had just understood it. After thinking about it, he asked again: "Why are you not so poisonous to Jin Bai Xunhua?"

"Hmph, Jinba Xunhua was originally from Persia. A mere poisonous flower may be able to hide from the people of the Central Plains. How can we hide from the disciples of the Blood Sword Sect who have been hiding for a long time?" Baoxiang snorted and glanced at Fang Jie and said, "Has my junior brother also failed to get the poison of Jinba Xunhua? Why do you need to ask more questions for such a simple question?"

Speaking of this, Baoxiang walked towards Fang Jie with a smile, and while walking, she smiled and said, "Hehe. Junior brother has been here at this time. But is it because of the Liancheng Jue?"

Fang Jie was secretly guarded, but smiled and said, "That's natural..."

Before he finished speaking, Baoxiang's feet lit up, his hands turned into fists, and suddenly rushed towards Fang Jie's chest. Fang Jie was prepared for a long time. While sneering, he also met with his fists. He heard a loud "bang" sound.^^.nbsp;^^After the four fists were connected, a powerful true energy burst out, which shocked the flowers and plants under the two feet and flew out.

"Good boxing!" Baoxiang took three steps back, and saw that the attack failed, he immediately retreated. Fang Jie smiled and said, "Junior brother, don't get me wrong. Senior brother just wants to try your martial arts... It seems that Junior brother has obtained the true teachings of Master, his old man!"

"Your one is not bad either!" Fang Jie took five steps in a row, feeling the numbness of his mouth. He quickly took a deep breath and responded with a smile.

In fact, Fang Jie knew that the other party suspected that Liancheng Jue had been successful, and said that it was a test of martial arts. In fact, he wanted to kill himself to seize the secret book, but what Baoxiang didn't expect was that although Fang Jie's martial arts skills were not as good as him, they were difficult to deal with. He even mistakenly thought of Fang Jie's Taizu Changquan as Vajra Yuga Mother Fist, which made him lack arm strength and did not learn this set of boxing skills.

"Junior brother, let's discuss it?" Baoxiang smiled, as if he had nothing to do before.

"Senior brother, just say it right." Fang Jie didn't point it out, but still responded with a smile.

Baoxiang looked embarrassed and smiled silly, "Junior brother has already obtained the true teachings of his master. I believe this Liancheng Jue is also an optional mental method for the junior brother. You and I are in the same fight, how about giving this Liancheng Jue to the senior brother?"

Fang Jie shook his head and smiled, saying, "I won't hide it from Senior Brother, I don't even have this City Art."

Baoxiang's face changed, and then he quickly returned to his normal appearance. He laughed dryly and said, "Hehe, hehe, it's because my senior brother is too abrupt... It's better to do this. How about we practice the martial arts in Liancheng Jue together? You also know that my senior brother is ordinary in talent. If he doesn't have the help of magical skills, it's difficult to achieve great success. I hope my junior brother can achieve it."

"Hmph!" Fang Jie hummed and said impatiently: "I really don't have Liancheng Jue..."

"Junior brother, are you not that interesting?" Baoxiang snorted and said, "Why do we say that, we are also fellow disciples, so we naturally have to share good things together. If you don't have Liancheng Jue, how could you suddenly run into this yard? And unfortunately, you are hiding behind this rockery again?"

"Typical villain logic!" Fang Jie wanted to explain, but then he thought about it and explained to a npc. So he walked towards Baoxiang with a smile and reached out to touch him. Baoxiang was happy first, then his expression changed, and he subconsciously took three steps back. Just as he was about to speak, Fang Jie said: "Senior brother, I don't hide it from you. I really don't have Liancheng Jue, but there is a book on the Blood Sword Sutra.^^^^^^^^"

When he said this, Fang Jie had already taken out the Blood Sword Sutra that the ancestor of the Blood Sword gave him from him. He was three steps away from Baoxiang and stood still. He shook the Blood Sword Sutra in front of Baoxiang's eyes. Just as Baoxiang reached out to grab it, he stuffed it into his arms again and said with a smile: "See clearly? This Blood Sword Sutra was handed over to me by the master before his death..."

"What, what? Master is really dead?" Baoxiang couldn't help but be shocked. He believed Fang Jiedi's words by 80%. He thought to himself that even if there is no Liancheng Jue, it would be good to have the Blood Sword Sutra, so he said again: "What junior brother means... let's study the martial arts in the Blood Sword Sutra together? However, because of my insufficient roots and bones, it's difficult for me to practice the Blood Sword**!"

"Isn't there any blood knife technique?" Fang Jie smiled. Just as Bao Xiang's eyes lit up and relaxed his vigilance, Fang Jie took the blood knife and went up to flirt with Bao Xiang.

Baoxiang couldn't help but be shocked. His first reaction was that he wanted to retreat, but he was afraid that he would accidentally touch Jin Bo Xunhua on the ground, so he had to roar and use a move in the unique light skills of the Blood Knife Gate, Da Ankong, and passed over Fang Jie's head.

Fang Jie seemed to have known that the other party would dodge from above, so he turned around, raised the twelve success powers and threw the blood knife at Baoxiang's back heart. Although Baoxiang suddenly felt something strange behind him, he could not dodge any more in the air. He had to use a backhand sword to block the back, and there was only a crisp sound of "kneel". Although Baoxiang blocked the other party's flying knife containing domineering internal force, his internal force still trembled with a mouthful of blood.

Baoxiang was flying to the rockery at this time. After losing the balance of gravity, his body involuntarily pounced forward. Thinking of the tall man who had hit the rockery before, Baoxiang naturally did not want to follow in the footsteps. When he was about to hit the rockery, he suddenly slapped the rockery with one hand. With the force, he pulled up several feet in a slanted place. At the same time, he pedaled hard on the rockery rockery with both feet. Finally, his body was parallel to the ground, as if he was walking on the flat ground.

After climbing to the top of the rockery, he saw his feet pointing left and right on the stone, and he flipped backwards in the air, and his body was hugged in a ball and flew backwards. At this time, Fang Jie rushed to Baoxiang's body, shouted the blood knife in his mouth, and used a double-chopping seal. He turned his hands into a palm, and suddenly raised it up to his head. Seeing Fang Jie intercepting under him, he had to stretch out his palms to face it. As a result, there was a loud "bang". Fang Jie was so shocked by the other party's palm that he almost sat down. Baoxiang groaned and his body was shaken to the sky again.

Fang Jie continued to work hard and grabbed the position where the treasure elephant was about to land. He stomped his horse and before the opponent landed, he slammed his palms on it. The treasure elephant above knew that if it did not meet these two palms, he would definitely die. But if it met, he could not touch the ground and could not touch the ground, so he would not be able to use many skills. Even if he was better than the opponent, he would be restrained.

Although Baoxiang knew what Fang Jie was thinking, he did not dare to be arrogant. He still faced his palms and was shocked again. Fang Jie never let Baoxiang land. He sealed it with his palms every time. After fighting seven or eight consecutive moves, Baoxiang gradually felt that his internal strength was insufficient. Looking down, he found that although Fang Jie was sweating profusely, he was still at ease. Baoxiang suddenly realized that the other party wanted to grind off his internal strength and killed him in one fell swoop.

After thinking about this section, Baoxiang dared not let the other party control it. When he was in the air, he concentrated his mind and used the six-arm wisdom seal in the secret technique of Tantric master hand seal. His hands turned into countless palm shadows and slapped downwards. But as soon as this move was used, the air in the back garden suddenly filled with energy and the palm shadows flew. Fang Jie below couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't learn any tricks, but he dared not resist it. He quickly flashed and finally released Baoxiang.

However, due to the consumption of a lot of internal energy, Baoxiang was already out of breath, although he landed on the ground, his face was already breathless. To be precise, his face was flushed with purple and red. Because the two of them were holding their breath to fight to prevent Jin Bo Xunhua, they didn't dare to breathe even if they wanted to. Fang Jie had just become hot. Just as Baoxiang landed on the ground, Fang Jie put the blood knife in his mouth and rolled on the ground. When he was about to approach Baoxiang, he held the blood knife in his right hand and swept it horizontally. This move was the second blood-thorning method of the Blood Knife.

The treasure elephant was quite amazing. It didn't move, but when he slapped his hands on the ground, he was like a Buddha statue hanging in the air, and he took the air for half a foot, avoiding the killing knife. Fang Jie lost his sword and put the blood knife in his mouth without any slow movement. When he was about to stand up, he took out the blood knife biting on his mouth with his left hand, half-squatted and used the sixth blood stains, flew to stab him slantedly, and suddenly slashed the treasure elephant's waist with a backhand.

Seeing that the blood knife technique used by the other party was so skillful, Baoxiang dared not be careless. He had no time to fight back, so he had to support the ground with one hand. His body, which was originally hanging in the air, then turned his arms and thrust his waist, pressing against the blood knife that Fang Jie had cut, and a backflip that twisted came on the spot.

Fang Jie was not willing to give up this great opportunity, and did not draw back the blood knife. He just continued to turn the blade, pressed against the other party's waist, and cut the blade upwards, and then followed Bao Xiang with a backflip, and then several backflips came in succession. Fang Jie followed closely, constantly rotating the blood knife, trying to cut Bao Xiang in half. As a result, Bao Xiang had to act in a Peking Opera in the garden. It was not until Fang Jie accidentally revealed a flaw that he temporarily got rid of the danger and flashed behind the rockery.

"Junior brother, junior brother! Listen to me, I don't want this Liancheng Art!" Bao Xiang, who was about to be exhausted, broke away from Fang Jie's entanglement, supported the stone on the rockery with one hand, and begged for mercy while retching.

"You don't want it, I want it!" Fang Jie didn't care so much. He stabbed it directly from the rockery with one knife. However, only he understood this, because only by killing Baoxiang could he get the remaining secrets of Liancheng Art.
Chapter completed!