C260 Pendulum (1/2)

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.