Wudang's reputation began to soar again, but after all, with more miracles, the effect is not very obvious. Even though this time the noise is very loud, people in Danjiang County have already firmly believed that Wudang is protected by the gods, so they no longer feel strange about the miracles coming.

Seeing the reputation that was not enough to make ends meet, Fang Lin was speechless for a long time. Fortunately, Sanxin and Sanquan were basically his closest people. Fang Lin had no objection at all when he gave Sanquan the palace protection artifact. Fortunately, he was not a living domineering person, otherwise, no matter how much he showed up, he would not be as popular as Long Zi, right?

Fang Lin estimated the time and Mo Yuanshan sent out an invitation. Although he didn't know what he was doing, he at least deliberately targeted Wudang. Fang Lin was not going to let him go. Yes, Wudang had not shown his true strength yet, and he thought Wudang was just a small sect in Danjiang County?

Fang Lin smiled pursed his lips. At this moment, Wudang's high-level power was no longer lacking. He was comparable to the strength of the head of a great sect. Ao Qingyang's mid-stage innate stage, and the black shadow was definitely comparable to the mid-stage innate stage. If he simply killed someone, it would be even more terrifying, but he could not appear easily. If Huang Haisheng had time to come back, then there would be a late-stage innate stage, although he could not kill someone. Didn't Yu Daiyan also reach the innate stage?

"Master, my disciples come to report to you, saying that Li Gongming, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, is here to find you." Song Yuanqiao stepped forward and said.

Fang Lin nodded slightly. The old man Li Gongming came to find him, it must be because of Mo Yuanshan's affairs.

After tidying up his clothes and sitting upright in the seat, Li Gongming walked in.

He was still the worn-out dress. In fact, there were so-called disciples of the Jing Gang in the Beggars' Sect, but Li Gongming seemed to be not in it.

Li Gongming came to the hall, sat down slightly, crossed his legs, and said, "Brother Sanfeng, we have met again. It has been several months since the Canglang parted. Unexpectedly, in just a few months, Brother Sanfeng has not only become a saint of the Holy Church, but also the number one knight of Liuhe."

Fang Lin took a sip of tea, felt a coolness in his mouth, and said, "Master Li is here to find me, I guess it's about Mo Yuanshan."

“This is one of them.”

"Oh?" Fang Lin was a little interested. It seemed that there were other things he wanted to ask for, so he was not stingy. The Beggars' Sect is the largest gang in the world and can make friends. Moreover, if he wants to become the number one sect in Hubei, he cannot rely solely on his strength, but also his own network of relationships!

"Let me talk about the second thing you came to find me."

Li Gongming didn't make things shy and said directly: "Actually, my Beggars' Sect branch was in trouble and wanted to ask for help from Brother Yu Sanfeng."

"It's easy to say."

Li Gongming sighed and grabbed his scalp, as if he was catching lice, and as if he was chasing his brain.

"Some time ago, a disciple of my Beggars' Sect caught a chicken in the woods. He was attacked while burning beggar chickens and disappeared. It was not until a long time before the body was found, but after the autopsy, he found that he had no skills and was extremely poisonous!"

Fang Lin sat upright slightly, and this was a bit serious, and he had no skills at all? Then he could use his skills to get rid of them. There was nothing strange about the poison in his body. But when the two were linked together, Fang Lin remembered a kind of exercise, a very sinister exercise! The great skill of the transformation of exercise! Ding Chunqiu, the great skill of the old monster Ding, the great skill of the transformation of exercise!

"I think Brother Sanfeng should have heard of the great magic method of poisoning the world a hundred years ago." Li Gongming said.

Fang Lin nodded. Indeed, according to classics, the Great Method of Cultivation appeared a hundred years ago, but later he was chased by people from the world, and that person was already dead!

"And, more than one of my Beggar Gang's disciples have died. They usually attack in the forest, and many of the other lonely children in the world have been poisoned!"

Fang Lin thought for a while and said that this was a great good deed. If it was passed on, it would win a lot of reputation. However, he had to consider whether he had the strength to contact this question.

If you kick the iron plate, then you will die? Generally, this kind of Yin evil martial arts can improve very quickly. Isn’t Zhuang Juxian just becoming stronger quickly? And it seems that the more poisonous things you come into contact with, the faster you progress! You can even become a poisonous person by yourself!

"Actually, I also think it is indeed a bit hasty to come to find Brother Sanfeng like this. Indeed, I don't know if it is really a great skill for transformation, but it has already endangered my Beggars' Sect."

At this time, Song Yuanqiao walked in, saluted Li Gongming slightly, and came to Fang Lin's ear and said a few words.

Fang Lin's face immediately changed and became gloomy. There was also a disciple from Wudang who died while going out for business! The symptoms were the same!

Damn it, for Fang Lin, every disciple of Wudang is his heart. Wudang's progress cannot be separated from them! They are the powerful capital of Wudang! At this moment, only one of them died! They are still the first batch of formal disciples except Song Yuanqiao and others!

It seems that they attack people regardless of sect.

"It's already obvious. Judging from the symptoms, it's very likely that it's the magic method of transforming the martial arts. Otherwise, there's no need to let the disciples go away first, then waste their skills, and get extremely poisoned. I've reported it to the people from the Beggars' Sect. In two days, elders will come here." Li Gongming said.

Fang Lin nodded and said, "I think we can cooperate in this matter. I, Wudang, will never let go of such people who harm the martial arts world!"

"Fang Lin, don't worry, you have a pure yang body, and the power of ordinary evil will not cause too much damage to you, and the general poison will not poison you to death. And don't you still have the power of Nine Yin? Do you still remember the zombie last time? With that sacred aura, plus the power of pure yang, you should be fine." Fat Dun said while patting his flesh Dun Dun's thigh.

Indeed, if you have acquired perfection, you can use that power to fight the middle stage of the innate stage. At this moment, even the late stage of the innate stage, you probably have the power to fight, of course, it only refers to some evil power.

"I am worthy of being a saint of the Holy Church, the conscience of Hubei! I have already found him by the helm leader Du Lei. I think you have participated, so he will naturally not stand by." Li Gongming smiled, his eyes narrowed into a slit, but Fang Lin suddenly felt that this old guy seemed to be a good man, but he was also shrewd. With himself, he took advantage of the strength of the Holy Church!

In Fang Lin's opinion, this is a big shot, a big shot. If you can keep your own safety and Wudang's safety, then you must not let it go!

"Then Master Li, next, it's time for you to tell me about the Nanshan School meeting a month later."

I didn't receive the invitation, so I couldn't know what tricks Mo Yuanshan would play next, so I happened to ask Li Gongming.

Li Gongming shook his head and said, "Mo Yuanshan is crazy!"
Chapter completed!