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Episode 1: Fantian Disciple 1.3 The Lion of Industry Massacres the City, the God of Sorrow Comes to the World Part 1

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    If the tripod is spread out, the surface area is obviously much larger than that of the talisman paper.  Naturally, there are many more magic talismans and spells that can be engraved on it than on the talisman paper.  And based on the material of the bronze tripod, it is estimated that the power of the magic patterns engraved on it is much more powerful than the fragile yellow paper!  But the problem is that no matter how long the wings are, they can¡¯t handle the heavy load!  Taking the lowest-level palm thunder as an example, the Talisman Master can definitely hide in the dark and blast the Inscription Master into ashes one after another!  The worst thing is that the inscription master whose skeleton is flashing has to carry a huge cauldron that attracts thunder Carry it with you, act quickly, use local materials, endless The inscription master versus the talisman master, this is the same as using a big sword  The effect of pear blossom needles is the same when there is a heavy rain.  Often before the knife is even lifted, it is shot into a pig's head by flying needles.  What a tragedy!  And the most tragic thing is - I have become the second idiot in the world!  Entered Fantianmen and became the apprentice of the inscription master!  Heaven and earth share the same sorrow!     Huh?  wrong!  Full of grief and anger, Wu Ming suddenly came to his senses.  "If I hadn't been dazzled, it was the Talisman Master who was shot away just now?!" Seeing Qian Mo's inscrutable look, the young man's mind was spinning rapidly, "So the Inscription Master doesn't necessarily lose against the Talisman Master!  Hmm the key depends on one's personal practice, uh maybe the master pretends to be a pig to eat the tiger, and then uses a big move to unexpectedly injure the guy" The eyes of the young man who was muttering to himself became clearer and clearer.  , "Basically speaking, the more advanced the skills, the stronger the backlash. Just look at the expression on the master's face, bared teeth and crying like a father" The young man's wit far exceeded Qian Mo's expectation. Since he could think of this,  Any attempt to cover it up would be an insult to his intelligence.  That's all, he has to know these secrets within the sect after all.  Thinking of this, Qian Mo sighed, slowly stretched out his hidden right hand and placed it flat on the table.  "Wow, master, you must be from Africa." The young man couldn't help but screamed as he looked at his little arm as black as charcoal.  Qian Mo¡¯s arms were as dark and shiny as Qian Mo¡¯s name.  The thick skin was covered with scars, large and small, and at a glance it seemed as if the entire arm was covered in scabs.  "Backlash?" Wu Ming had read fantasy novels a lot in his previous life, so he could naturally guess the origin of the injury on Qian Mo's arm.  "Backlash Haha! It does mean that." Qian Mo nodded and smiled, "Disciple, this is the price of using ancient inscriptions." Damn it, I guessed it right. What kind of inscription master is that?  It¡¯s the Seven-Injury Fist that hurts yourself first, then hurts others!  "Master, is it possible that all these inscriptions must be printed on his body?" Wu Ming looked at the inscription master whose face was covered by a long scarf and whose body was tightly wrapped in linen mopping clothes. He suddenly broke into a cold sweat. Could it be that the master's whole body was like this little one?  Average arms?  !  "No." As soon as Wu Ming got a reassurance, the next words of the inscriptionist made the young man burst into tears again, "Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, yin and yang give rise to the five elements, water, fire, metal, wood and earth, which are transformed and nurtured in different times to create all things.  . The inscription requires spiritual energy to activate, but there are not many places in the world where the five elements of spiritual energy are abundant, so we are also called the spirits of all things" "Does it mean that without sufficient spiritual energy, we can still inscribe it on ourselves?  On your body?" Wu Ming stopped crying.  "To be precise, it is branded on the psychic object." "Psychic treasure" Seeing his little apprentice's eyes getting brighter and brighter, Qian Mo struggled to stand up, turned around and walked upstairs.  After sitting for so long, he really couldn't hold it anymore.  "What kind of master, can you brand it on others?" The young apprentice suddenly asked from behind. The first inscription master in Yunei faltered slightly and nodded slowly.  Since Bifang disappeared, the tea shop has been very quiet for a few days.  Rumors about the hidden secrets of Xiayi Tea House are getting more and more intense among the people. Although there are still as many people drinking tea and listening to books as usual, there are some other meanings in the eyes of the packed teahouse. ????????? It¡¯s unusual for the Fantian Sect to accept disciples. ????????? Mental formulas, inner and outer exercises, none of them are taught. When pressed, Qian Mo rolled his eyes. What he did in the past will be what he will do in the future!  So Wu Ming, who had just been arrogant in front of the tea guests for a few days, bowed his head and became a doctor serving tea and water.  The days passed by day by day, and half a year passed in the blink of an eye.  Seeing the green weeping willows and the spring swallows entering the hall, Qian Mo finally said, "Let's go and get married with you." "Where are you going?" The young man threw away the huge copper pot and glided to the master's side.  "Go and meet that member Huang." "Okay!" The mastermind behind Zheng Tu and his group who were shot to death wasExcept for Huang, Wu Ming heard it clearly from behind the room that day.  Later, I told the master that I didn't see any movement from him.  This was a thorn in the boy's heart, especially when Douhua gave him steamed buns.  Wu Ming actually inquired secretly, but he couldn't afford to offend this Yuanwailang known as Huang Bancheng.  The famous Henggang Ubao, fifty miles south of the city, was his residence.  Although the scale is compared to Beixin City, it is definitely a small city with complete functions.  What comes into view is a pair of bronze lion beasts squatting at the gate. A stone and wood wall more than ten feet high surrounds the mansion. There are sentries and archery towers at the four corners. Archers patrol day and night.  Invade.  The young man accompanied Qian Mo to Henggang with only a burst of blood, but he was so frightened by the Wu Bao standing on the hill in front of him that he suddenly woke up.  "Master, I counted, there are more than a hundred archers on top of Guangcheng, and there must be more people inside" Seeing the young man swallowing his saliva, Qian Mo smiled and said, "Why, are you afraid?" This  It¡¯s not nonsense!  Wu Ming rolled his eyes, "Master, I think we should just shoot him to death in secret. There is no need to do it openly with him." Qian Mo suddenly darkened his face, "Disciple, what did I say when we met?  On the forehead!" Seeing the undisguised disdain on Wu Ming's face, the inscription master taught earnestly: "Don't think that a slap on the forehead is a slap on the head, and a slap on the head is a dignified one!  I have no shame in being the one behind the scenes! I think I am the best in the world" "Master, it's not over yet. Since you want to be an upright man, then go ahead and do it!" Wu Ming picked up half a brick to show off.  Go up.  "How can you use this broken brick when you come under my door? It's so shabby! Put it down quickly, I have an immortal brick for you." Qian Mo proudly showed the Heaven-shaking Seal that he had not seen for many days.  Thinking about Buzhou Mountain, big or small, Wu Ming's blood rushed to his head, "Wow! Master, you don't want to take the whole castle in one pot, do you!" Damn it, how could I forget this?  .  Throwing away the bricks, Wu Ming put his hands on his hips and laughed at the towering castle perched on the top of the mountain.  A whole mountain will fall down, let¡¯s see how you die!
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