The Magnificent God of War

Steward Zhao knew that Jiang Ning was going to find Fang Yin, but he didn't expect that now he had lost Fang Yin's trace.

Fang Yin escaped from the cave in Fang's backyard, but there was no trace of him near Zhongnan Mountain. I am afraid there is only one possibility.

"Really? I love Lulu Lingran to serve? Cunning enough."

Jiang Ning said, "He should be still in Zhongnan Mountain. He deliberately waited for me to leave before daring to leave."

"Is it too late to go back now?"

Steward Zhao said, "A Fei and the others are still in Zhongnan Mountain, so if they are in harmony with each other..."

"It's too late."

Jiang Ning frowned, with a bad feeling, "This old antique seems to be quite capable of anti-reconnaissance, not simple."

He really underestimated the silver.

The two ancestors of the Fang family, Fang Jin and Fang Yin, looked almost exactly the same, and their strengths were almost the same. Fang Jin died, but Fang Yin fled, with endless troubles.

He didn't worry that Fang Yin would dare to return to Fang's house. There was no place for Fang Yin to stand in Zhongnan Mountain now.

As long as he dared to show up, he would not be able to escape, not to mention that he had been seriously injured by himself.

"Old Zhao, think of a way to find other boxing scores as soon as possible. This is the most important thing."

Jiangning Road.

The Fang family's secret book on the fist scores is probably on Fang Yin's body. As long as he finds all the fist scores, Fang Yin will naturally show up.

"Okay, I understand."

Steward Zhao nodded and immediately followed up.

Jiang Ning squinted his eyes slightly while looking at the large screens with constantly changing pictures.

"Fang Yin, you'd better not show up, otherwise, I won't let you run away."

He stared at the screen, his changing faces, the murderous aura in his eyes burst out suddenly, and then instantly converged, as if there was nothing.

Jiang Ning didn't know, just on the screen he just saw, a face with an unfamiliar face flashed past!

And at the moment.

The owner of that face is hiding in a remote ruined temple.

"what--"

He roared and poured strong wine on the wounds on his body, especially where the silver needles pierced, and his whole body twitched with pain!

The blood qi that was shaken by Jiang Ning's punch was slowly suppressed at this moment. If he took a step slower, he would be poisoned to death by his own poison!

Is there anything more embarrassing than this?

"Jiang Ning..."

That face was slowly torn off and thrown aside at will, revealing Fang Yin's old face.

Deep wrinkles are like gullies, and I don’t know how many years have passed.

"You have to pay a price for breaking my business!"

Fang Yin roared, his voice was not loud, but he was full of anger. In his mind, the punches and moves that Jiang Ning had hit before reverberated in his mind, constantly replaying.

Jiang Ning has completely understood the moves in the Ji Dao fist sheet, which makes Fang Yin a little unbelievable.

"I didn't expect that the rumor is true. The record on the Ji Dao fist score is just the fist, you can understand it."

Fang Yin took a deep breath, the pain of the wound made his body convulse.

He still hasn't understood how Jiang Ning resisted and got his own poison, let alone how Jiang Ning comprehended the fist intent in the fist sheet, and used his fist strength to the point of perfection.

"Since the Fang family is no longer available..."

He leaned on the broken stone statue, stretched out his hand under his earlobe, buckled it lightly, and another thin layer of skin was uncovered by him, "Then the identity of the second elder of the Fang family can also be given up..."