Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 175;

Once you put furniture in an empty house, it changes instantly.

In the yard, Fang Ping was running the Furnace Cultivation Kungfu with a surge of energy and blood, and the sun was shining in his hands, spilling out like a prairie fire, and instantly burned all the weeds in the yard to ashes and powder.

"Yesterday the aunt across the street brought a lot of food. From now on, you will be neighbors. Go and take that basket of eggs and the two pieces of bacon to the aunt's house across the street." Li Rou, who was cleaning the kitchen, remembered What, said to Fang Ying.

"Okay!" Fang Ying gnawed the fruit in her hand with a small mouth, thinking about a basket of eggs and two pieces of bacon, and strode out of the courtyard with great strides.

Fang Ping glanced at it and didn't say anything.

With her head held high, Fang Ying arrived in front of the courtyard door opposite her home. After knocking on the door, she obediently handed over the things in her hand. Nizi, it's obvious that Fang Ying believed it.

It's just that when Fang Ying returned home, the elder brother in the yard said decisively in vain: "You are not a fairy, and you are not a fairy, you are just trying to coax children."

Fang Ying:? ? ?
"Faithful words are harsh, believe it or not." Fang Ping didn't explain, he didn't eavesdrop. At his level, the six senses are unimaginably sensitive. When he calms down, Fang Ping can hear insects and ants within a thousand feet away. creeping sound.

"Shui Ling looks better than you." Fang Ying retorted out of anger.

"It's useless. In this world, only a big fist can be a big brother." Fang Ping replied indifferently.

"You have to have a big fist to be a big brother?" Fang Ying reminisced about her brother's kind words as if she had realized something.

"Understanding the meaning of this sentence, you will benefit for life." Fang Pingyan closed his eyes at this point, and his body turned into a furnace of flesh and blood, using his body as a furnace to absorb the energy and substances in the sun. The energy and substances absorbed by the Furnace Cultivation Kung Fu have the effect of tapping one's own potential, which is not available in other martial arts skills other than the health-preserving Kung Fu.

At noon, the sun was in full swing and there was no cloud in the sky. The river behind the house was crystal clear and sparkling. Fish jumped out of the water from time to time, and there were groups of nearby children catching fish and shrimp.

Outside the city, Jianjian Villa.

Zhujian Villa, which stands more than a dozen miles outside the city, has been passed down for more than 300 years. In terms of heritage and strength, it is no less than some declining martial arts sects in Yanzhou, and Zhujian Villa is famous for forging weapons. In the huge Fenglin Mansion, there is no family that can forge sharper weapons than the Sword Casting Villa.

Sikong Hu, the owner of this generation's Sword Forging Villa, is unparalleled in the world in his sword casting skills. All the sharp swords he has forged can cut iron like mud and cut gold and jade.

At this time, in a certain sword-making hall of the Sword-Forging Villa, more than a dozen swordsmiths of the Sword-Forging Villa gathered together to look at the huge sword-forging furnace that looked like a house. Everyone's faces were filled with astonishment and shock. Unbelievable look.

The reason is also very simple, the peerless magic weapon in the sword casting furnace has been forged!
"Quick! Go and notify the owner!" An elderly swordsmith shouted hoarsely.

After receiving the news, Sikong Hu, the owner of Casting Sword Villa, quickly came to the sword casting hall, "Sure enough? The words left by our ancestors are true! Ancestors and ancestors, have you seen that I finally practiced it?" Innate Xuanbing!"

"According to the words left by our ancestors, innate xuanbing is psychic, and only the most talented and powerful can refine it. Today, I, Sikong Hu, sacrificed the sword with blood. I hope that the ancestors will bless and let my grandson refine the xuanbing and strengthen me." The prestige of Forging Sword Villa!"

Sikong Hu, who had calmed down, walked to the sword casting furnace step by step with a firm gaze. He asked the two swordsmiths to pull the chain connected to the furnace cover, opened the cover of the sword casting furnace, and the furnace cover was slowly pulled up. At that moment, sharp sword lights visible to the naked eye gushed out from the sword casting furnace and landed on the roof beams, leaving shocking traces of destruction.

"Before this Xiantian Xuanbing was refined, it was like a bloody beast." Sikong Hu was not frightened. He kicked his foot and landed on the edge of the sword casting furnace. Looking down, he hung upside down on the sword casting furnace. The peerless magic weapon inside the furnace was wrapped in a mass of hot red mist like magma, making it impossible to tell whether it was real or not.

Sikong Hu made a decisive decision, cut his finger, and let the blood flow out and fall towards the sword in the sword casting furnace.

puff!puff!
The bright red blood touched the scorching red mist outside the peerless divine weapon, and immediately evaporated into air.

Seeing this scene, Sikong Hu stretched out his hand in displeasure, and powerful true energy poured into the sword-forging furnace like a wave, trying to absorb that peerless divine weapon into his hands.

Buzz!
The sword that was imprisoned and ingested by the zhenqi roared furiously, like a scourge that was awakened.

"As expected of a congenital profound weapon, even with my cultivation, I cannot forcibly ingest it."

Sikong Hu hurriedly summoned a pair of sons and daughters.

"father!"

"Father!"

A man and a woman, about the same age, young men with sword eyebrows and star eyes, magnificent appearance, tall figure, handsome face, imposing manner like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, their cultivation is also amazing, and they have cultivated to the second rank at a young age.

The girl standing next to him, graceful and graceful, is dignified and beautiful, wearing a tight-fitting gown, which looks slim and charming.

Sikong Hu showed relief on his face. He only did three major things in his life. One was to surpass his ancestors in the sword-making skills of all generations. The other was to give birth to a pair of second daughters with extraordinary talents. The ancestors of all dynasties have no successful peerless magic weapon!
"Father, I don't know why you called us over in such a hurry." Sikong Jian bent down and asked his father with a salute.

"The Xiantian Xuanbing has been born! This is the peerless divine weapon that my ancestors of Jianjian Villa have painstakingly passed down from generation to generation, and finally forged here. Therefore, this thing can only be taken by me at Zhujian Villa. Do you mean it?" Sikong Hu's meaning was very clear, he couldn't get the approval of the Xiantian Xuanbing, so he couldn't make it easier for outsiders.

Congenital Xuanbing is psychic, and only the most talented and strong can subdue it. Sikong Hu still has a lot of confidence in the martial arts talents of his sons and daughters.

The two brothers and sisters looked at each other, and couldn't believe it. He (she) had heard a lot of stories about Xiantian Xuanbing from his father since they were young, but they always felt that they were just unrealistic legends.

"Father, have you really cultivated the Xiantian Xuanbing?" Sikong Li questioned her father in doubt.

"Then there can be fakes!" Sikong Hu himself felt like a dream, but the peerless magic weapon in the sword casting furnace was extremely ferocious and psychic, just like the magic weapon he forged before. If you don't, it will become a piece of scrap metal without luster.

Without further ado, Sikong Hu urged a pair of sons and daughters to step forward to subdue the Xiantian Xuanbing.

(End of this chapter)