C260 Pendulum

The A Strange Book of Eight Forms had a total of eight styles. One was called Wind Cry, two was called Rain Cry, three was called Bean Casting, four was like an adult soldier, five was like an earth-shattering, six was like an avalanche, seven was yin and yang, and eight was like a moon.

Early in his life in Eastsea City, Fang Yang was already familiar with A Strange Book of Eight Forms s on the chest, and had even mastered eight moves. Especially the first four moves, Fang Yang had already understood his true essence.

It was just that Fang Yang had not been able to see the true essence of the last four moves, and continued to linger around the door.

The moment An Hongtao appeared, he demonstrated the eight books in front of Fang Yang. As the wind from his fists blew through the air, his movements may not have been big, but even the fluttering of his clothes gave him an extraordinary amount of power.

As soon as the Spreading Beans Soldier fell, the crack in the ground that Fang Yang wanted to see the most was formed. An Hongtao's punch missed, and the transparent air rippled like water.

With this punch, Fang Yang believed that as long as he hit the ground, it would shatter instantly. Fang Yang was so focused on the last three moves, that his eyeballs almost popped out from their sockets.

Unconsciously, Fang Yang started to fight with An Hongtao. One teacher and one disciple, following a similar trajectory, they crossed paths and clashed, yet didn't harm the other party in the slightest.

Just what kind of mysterious realm was this? Fang Yang was completely immersed in the mysteries of the A Strange Book of Eight Forms. If An Hongtao had not caught up to Fang Yang's rhythm and then brought him into his own rhythm, it would have been impossible for Fang Yang to have entered such a deep level of cultivation.

It could be said that An Hongtao's power had created an illusion for Fang Yang. In that fake image, Fang Yang had the same strength as An Hongtao. One punch could summon the wind and rain, another punch could turn the beans into a soldier, another punch could shatter the mountains, and the last punch would have crescent moons!

Withdrawing his momentum back, Fang Yang woke up from his profound cultivation state and let out a long breath of impure air, as he wiped off the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Looking at An Hongtao, exhaustion couldn't help but surface on his aged face.

Seeing that, Fang Yang sincerely said: "Master, thank you."

An Hongtao waved his hand to indicate that there was no need, and then said with a low voice: "With your cultivation level today, if you meet a mischievous stone, you must not go head to head with force."

Fang Yang understood what An Hongtao meant, and nodded. He then voiced out his doubts: "Master, you said that I have been here for some time, and that the commotion that has been stirred up recently is not small, why …"

Fang Yang did not continue, but stared intently at An Hongtao, trying to catch the message he was looking for.

But in the end, he was disappointed. An Hongtao was like an abyss, which he could not understand no matter how hard he tried.

An Hongtao also looked at Fang Yang, then shifted his gaze to look at the lanterns that were reflected outside the window and said: "In the battle tomorrow, this is all I can help you with, I just hope that you will remember, defeat is not scary, and death is not scary either. Live, you still have too much to do. "

An Hongtao did not stay in his room this time. After he finished speaking, he left the hotel. Fang Yang had only warned to be careful when he left. As for where An Hongtao was going, Fang Yang knew that even if he asked, he wouldn't get an answer from An Hongtao.

It was destined that on a long night, there would be a time when the dawn broke.

The sky had finally brightened.

"What?" You said he went out? What time did you tell me he was out? "

In front of the inn, Ji Ping was interrogating the front desk staff. His originally handsome face was now twisted in anger, causing the front desk staff to not dare to make a sound.

Today was the day of the grand battle that Fang Yang and Duan Qigang had arranged for. Other than Fang Yang himself, the two who were more concerned about him were more nervous than anyone else.

It was only nine o'clock, and the two of them had already rushed to the hotel to look for Fang Yang. But Fang Yang also ran off to who knows where. When Wang Qiang opened the door and went in, he did not see Fang Yang, but had even called him at the hotel.

Normally, they wouldn't have been worried, but at this critical moment, they didn't dare to relax their guard at all!

Wang Qiang's face was also stern, but he pulled at Ji Ping anyway, and said: "Ji Ping, don't be like this, Fang Yang's cultivation is not low, so nothing will happen to him. Maybe he has already gone ahead of us to the rendezvous point. "

Wang Qiang's words made Ji Ping suddenly react, and he anxiously ran out.

Wang Qiang looked at the back of Ji Ping as he ran out, and the corners of his mouth curled into a bitter smile. He muttered: "If those who don't know about this, I would have thought that your relationship with Fang Yang was that …"

Wang Qiang did not continue speaking, and ran out behind Ji Ping. Once they got on the car, Ji Ping, who was in a hurry, stepped on the accelerator and ran towards his destination.

The golf course beside Zishan's villa was an industry owned by the Ancient Martial Family. To a certain extent, because of Duan Qigang's rank on the Profound Ranking and the position of the younger generation in the East Sea, this golf course had become the upper echelon of the Ancient Martial Arts of East Sea Realm.

Everyone like Zhan Long and Qi Mofeng, and even the dead Song Tian had the right to enter and exit, but people like Xue Zimei, who was in the first tier, didn't have the qualifications to enter.

Today's Duan Clan Golf Course was not open to the public, and the visitor had to introduce themselves. If not for Ancient Martial Family, one could forget about entering.

The golf course's dedicated parking space was unprecedented today. There were over a million cars here, and it was rare to find one. Not because there weren't many good cars, but because there were simply too many good cars!

Most of the people who alighted from the carriage were the young heaven's pride level experts of Eastsea City and the weird thing was that no one from the older generation was present. Even on the stage, there was only Duan Qigang.

The martial arts competition's arena was set up on an extremely spacious and flat green area. The area was around seventy to eighty square meters, and it was made from fine steel. A few tons of stone was bouncing on it, but it didn't collapse.

This arena was specially designed for martial competition, and many rankings were made on it.

When dawn broke, Duan Qigang had already arrived at the arena. He had been standing there for a few hours already.

Duan Qigang stood with his hands behind his back and his eyes closed. His robust body that was comparable to a fitness instructor, coupled with his sharp and unswerving face, made him look quite powerful. Standing there, it felt like the world was spinning around me.

Below the stage, Wu Yang was packed with people, all of them from the Fighter, with one on each side, separating the two sides.

On the left of the stage were Wang Qiang, Ji Ping and Gu Xiaosong, the leaders of the group of people, from Fang Yang's faction.

As for the other side, they were led by Zhan Long, Qi Mofeng and Duan Qihuang, members of Duan Qigang's faction.

The two sides had a disproportionate number of people, and compared to Duan Qigang's, Fang Yang's side, the number of people was pitifully small.

Suddenly, Gong Qianqian walked over from the main entrance. Her fiery hot body looked extremely enchanting with the outline of her tight leather suit, making all the male animals drool.

However, this was not the time to be drooling. The matter of the Club Number One Gambling Stone Field had spread throughout the entire Eastsea City. At that time, Gong Qianqian had chosen to stand by Fang Yang's side.

After all, the one overseeing today was the Duan Qigang of the First On The Profound Ranking. If Gong Qianqian still wanted to stay in the Eastern Ocean, she wouldn't be so ignorant of what's good for him, right?

However, when had Gong Qianqian, with the title of witch, ever been afraid of anyone? She was walking in a straight line towards the stage at the start, and when she was almost there, he suddenly turned and came to the center of Fang Yang's camp, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with him.