When Lei Wujie ran back, Baigui disappeared from sight.

"Set off."

Fang Ping spoke calmly.

"ah?"

Lei Wujie obviously didn't react until he saw Fang Ping hook his finger, and the killing sword and the senior brother's sword flew back at the same time.

"The art of sword control! You can actually control three hundred flying swords at once?!"

"I want to learn!"

Fang Ping closed his eyes slightly:

"This sword is called Wan Jian Guizong."

"What a cool name!"

Not only was Lei Wujie excited, but even Xiao Se, who had always been observing silently, and eight out of ten sentences were psychological activities, couldn't sit still.

He looked at Fang Ping in disbelief... He had never heard of swordsmanship. Is this man really from Kenshinzuka?

Smiling unintentionally:

"The martial arts of the Sword Immortal are peerless, no worse than the forbidden arts of Rakshasa Hall."

When Fang Ping spared the life of the White-haired Immortal, he unintentionally had a little respect for him, and now he respects him even more.

...

Afterwards, several people encountered no obstacles along the way and successfully arrived at the Great Fanyin Temple in Khotan.

After spending many days together, everyone was convinced that Wu Xin was neither a bad person nor a pure good, but just a sinister monk.

But as soon as they arrived near Dafanyin Temple, there were sounds of fighting inside.

Suddenly, the sound of fighting stopped:

"Since everyone is here, come in."

Fang Ping also planned to observe secretly, but it seemed that it was unnecessary.

Wu Xin stepped into the temple first, followed closely by Lei Wujie, Tang Lian and others, but Xiao Se deliberately ended up last.

Fang Ping had just been born, and he didn't know much about the grievances and grievances in the world, so he simply sat on the wall and watched the changes, thinking that he would just do his job and make sure that nothing happened to Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo.

But the Palm Incense Supervisor, Jinxian, stared at Fang Ping:
Chapter completed!