Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 180; The first level, choose a famous sword [two in one, [-] words]

Forging Sword Villa, inner courtyard, in the Sword Forging Hall.

It was completely dark, and there were only Sikong Hu and his son in the huge sword casting hall.

"It's all arranged?" Sikong Hu stared intently at the sword-forging furnace that seemed to be dormant with an ancient beast. The Xiantian Xuanbing, which caused huge waves on the rivers and lakes, hung upside down in the sword-forging furnace as large as a hill. , these days, Sikong Hu has been guarding outside the sword casting furnace every step of the way, his face looks a bit haggard.

"Well, everything has been arranged. There are a total of 63 warriors entering the villa today, and there are very few of the third rank. Among them, the three brothers Yuanlong, Yuanhu, and Yuanba are the most powerful. I have already warned them and sent people to strengthen them." The villa is guarded." Sikong Jian responded truthfully, and then asked: "Father, are you...really planning to hand over this innate mysterious weapon?"

"Besides this, is there any other way?" Sikong Hu didn't want to get entangled in this issue, and said with fierce murderous intent in his eyes: "The most important thing now is to investigate the news of the general Xuanbing's birth and leak it." The guy who went out. If this person hadn’t leaked the news, my father wouldn’t need to make such a bad move.”

Hearing this, Sikong Jian's face was also full of coldness, "On the day Xuan Bing was born, there were nineteen swordsmiths present, all of them were old people who had stayed in my Sword Forging Villa for more than ten years, my child was careful after the incident. After investigation, there are no more than two suspects, so the boy came up with a trick to lure the snake out of the hole, and deliberately sent people to spy on them, so as to let the horse know."

"Well done." Sikong Hu smiled gratifiedly.

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in the room.

Fang Ping, who ate more than 200 peaches in one go, felt that he would not be hungry in the next ten days and a half.

Just like what the girl who caught him said, these peaches are not ordinary peaches, they are medicinal peaches that contain powerful medicinal power, can strengthen the body and bones, and prolong life. After coming out, Fang Ping's whole body was full of energy, and the pure and huge medicinal power could explode the extraordinary meridian and eight meridians of a third-rank martial artist.

Fang Ping was running the Furnace Cultivation Kungfu, using his body as a furnace to smelt all kinds of Taos, and the medicinal power burst out from his body, and his qi and blood had a slight increase.

In the middle of the night, the moon and stars were thin outside the window, and the north wind was howling, and there were snoring noises from next door. It was the three brothers Yuanlong, Yuanhu, and Yuanba. To practice in the visualization space, you can only continue to run the Furnace Cultivation Kungfu, and use it as a furnace to absorb the energy and substances contained in the moonlight.

With the miraculous tortoise breath breathing technique running together, Fang Ping had a preliminary, weak, and vague sense of the ubiquitous and inexhaustible energy substance in the world. This energy substance hides It's very deep, dormant in the depths of the sky and the earth, and can't even touch the Furnace Cultivation Kungfu. After entering Fang Ping's body, it washes his body over and over again, tempering his physique.

A few days passed in a calm and calm manner, and people from the Jianghu who were below the third rank or above entered the Jianjian Villa every day.

Noon today.

There was a light rain, and the sky was gray.

A group of figures arrived in front of Zhujian Villa belatedly.

The man in front of him had a handsome face and a refined demeanor. He was wearing a blue robe. When the rainwater from the sky hit him an inch away from his body, it was bounced off by the true energy spontaneously emitted from his body.

The young men behind him were not bad in appearance, with a domineering imposing manner, and a group of vivid spray patterns were embroidered on their sleeves.

"I'll let the owner of Sword Forging Mountain Villa come out to meet us in person. If he is sensible, he should directly present the Xiantian Xuanbing. In this Fenglin Mansion, there is no force that can rival our Tianhaizong, Elder You are still a super strong person in the innate realm, and I don't think anyone would dare to interfere with the innate profound weapons falling into the hands of our Tianhaizong."

One of the young people had a haughty face, and his tone was quite domineering and arrogant.

"It cannot be repeated."

The blue-robed man reprimanded his disciple calmly, but he was sobbing in his heart, that was a congenital profound soldier, a peerless divine soldier that is rare to meet in a hundred years, and this Jianjian Villa can forge a congenital profound soldier, so we can't just ignore it Of.

What's more, the birth of the Xiantian Xuanbing this time has spread throughout the universe. Although his Tianhai Sect is the only martial arts sect in the Fenglin Mansion, he can't cover the sky with one hand.

The gate of the villa opened, and Sikong Jian walked out. He recognized the identities of the group of people from the spray patterns on the sleeves of several young people at a glance. When he looked at the man in the blue robe, he also felt an insurmountable and unfathomable sense of oppression. , He didn't dare to trust, he brought a group of people into the village respectfully.

"You let us live in such a ghostly place?" The young man who clamored to send Xiantian Xuanbing to Zhujian Villa just now was extremely displeased with Sikong Jian arranging his group in the guest room in the front yard of the villa.

Hearing the movement, the warriors living in the front yard poked their heads out one after another, and went out of the house to discuss.

Fang Ping in the room was also attracted by the movement outside, got up, walked to the window, and glanced outside.

"Innate Realm!"

Fang Ping was awe-inspiring. The blue-robed man was [-]% a superpower standing in the innate realm, much stronger than the yellow-robed old man who had not yet fully refined the innate energy in his body, but not as good as Li Zhong, who had three transformations between heaven and man.

"When you come to my Zhujian Villa, you should follow the rules of my Zhujian Villa. If you dislike the shabby place here, you can stay in the nearby Fenglin Mansion City." Sikong Jian is not used to arrogant young people, even if the other party It is a disciple of the sect.

"Master Shaozhuang is serious. He is a guest from afar. The guest can do as he pleases. This elder will stay here." The blue-robed man said with a smile.

After Sikongjian left, the arrogant and unruly disciple of Tianhai Sect still didn't like it, his eyes swept away, and he roared at the warriors who were discussing in the front yard: "What is there to talk about, this Xiantian Xuanbing , my Tianhai Sect is bound to win! Just relying on you wild monks, do you want to be contaminated with peerless magic weapons?"

The word "wild monk" is not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

But the young man was a disciple of the sect, so everyone dared not speak out.

"There should be superpowers from the innate realm who will come to the Sword Forging Villa in the future."

Fang Ping thought to himself and went back to the house. Since then, he has stopped paying attention to everything outside the house. After a month, the time has come to the beginning of October in the 33rd year of Shenzong. It has been nearly two months since I observed the Xiantian Xuanbing.

Accompanied by a sonorous and deafening bell, all the people from the Jianghu who lived in the front yard of Zhujian Villa were all excited and walked out of the guest room with different expressions. The Sikong Sword also appeared in the front yard of the villa, aiming at many people from the Jianghu. He preached: "I have kept you waiting for a long time. My father has been waiting for a long time. Come with me."

"Young Villa Master, does that mean that we can see the Innate Profound Armament today?" A person from the world who has lived in the villa for many days asked excitedly.

Sikong Jian pressed, and walked towards the inner courtyard of the villa with a large number of figures.

Fang Ping walked behind the crowd without saying a word. He restrained his qi, blood and true qi, and stared ahead like an ordinary person. He followed behind Sikong Jian and walked towards the inner courtyard of Zhujian Villa. Thousands, roughly two to three thousand people, all of whom are at the beginning of the third rank. It is not difficult to imagine how powerful the temptation of the innate mysterious weapons is.

But more people come to join in the fun, fish in troubled waters, and those who are really capable are only a small group of people.

There are only a handful of people who can make Fang Ping feel oppression and a sense of crisis. For example, Elder Haizong that day, followed by the heroic Wuzhong who is wearing a red armor and is [-] meters tall. The young man, the other party is the number one master in Fenglin Mansion, and also a super strong person in the innate realm.

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At the beginning of the last hour, the autumn wind is rustling, and everything is dormant.

Sikongjian led people from all corners of the world, and stood outside a sword-making hall in the inner courtyard of Zhujian Villa. Everyone looked around, hoping to see the "Xiantian Xuanbing" soon.

"My lord father." Sikong Jian suddenly shouted.

Sikong Hu, who walked out of the sword-making hall, had a strong body, bright eyes, and a little tiredness and helplessness between his brows. He ordered Sikong Jian to step aside and said: "Thank you, everyone has come from a long way. I hope you will not be offended. Today, the owner of the villa has set up three checkpoints, and those who pass these three checkpoints will have the opportunity to take away the Xiantian Xuanbing."

"Innate Realm..." Fang Ping was surprised. He thought that the owner of Jianjian Mountain Villa was at most a pseudo-Innate Realm. Fang masters gathered together with confidence.

"What's the first test?" Someone asked rather expectantly.

"Don't worry." Sikong Hu said: "Everyone, please look at the sword casting hall behind me. There are more than 500 long swords in it. Among the more than 500 swords, there are 33 iron-cutting swords hidden in the hall. , the famous sword of decisiveness."

"All you have to do is to choose a famous sword from the more than 500 swords. You can enter 100 people at a time, and each person has only one chance to choose a sword."

Forging Sword Villa is world-renowned for forging and refining weapons. This time, many people from all walks of life came here to set up a test related to weapons. It seems that it is not so unusual.

It's just a little unfair, and not everyone in the world uses swords, and their insight in distinguishing famous swords from ordinary swords is uneven, but there is so much fairness and justice in this world.

"I'll come first!"

A person from Jianghu confidently walked into the sword casting hall, and immediately someone followed into the sword casting hall, and 100 people entered the sword casting hall after a while.

"Hahaha! The sword I chose is full of vigor and brilliance. It must be a famous sword that has been tempered and honed!"

With less than half a cup of tea, a person from the Jianghu walked out of the sword casting hall holding a long sword that can be seen in the eyes.

Sikong Hu glanced, "Unfortunately not."

"How come, this sword of mine has a light body and a frost-like edge. It is definitely a rare magic weapon." People in the Jianghu argued unconvinced.

"It's nothing more than a show." Sikong Hu shook his head.

"Vendor Sikong's sword-making skills are astonishing, otherwise it would be impossible to forge the "Xiantian Xuanbing". I believe in the judgment of the master Sikong." A Jianghu master shouted.

Half a day passed, and several groups of people entered the sword casting hall to search for famous swords, and only a handful of people cleared the customs.

Watching the sun gradually sinking in the sky, Fang Ping no longer hesitated, and entered the sword casting hall with a group of people from the rivers and lakes.

In the sword-forging hall brightly lit by candles, there is a sword-forging furnace used for forging and refining weapons. The ground is filled with all kinds of swords. The ruler, thick and simple, looks at it at a glance, it is eye-opening, and it is a magic weapon worth a thousand gold if you take it out casually.

The Jianghu masters who entered the sword casting hall in the same batch as Fang Ping searched quickly with their eyes. The first Jianghu person who pulled out a long sword swung it lightly, and saw the cold blade. A half-inch-deep mark was left on the nearby sword-forging furnace. If it was chopped on a person, it could easily cut the person in half.

"The so-called famous swords are magical weapons that can be handed down in the world. Such weapons are either radiant, or washed out of the lead, and return to the original. There is only one chance to choose a famous sword among so many weapons. It's really not an easy task." Fang Ping thought to himself and had an idea.

Although he has never practiced swordsmanship or martial arts, nor has he touched swords and weapons, Fang Ping has comprehended the artistic conception of the sword. All of them have a deep comprehension of the way of the sword, and there is an inductive connection between them and the sword.

Ever since, Fang Ping used his body as a furnace to stimulate the artistic conception of the sword in his body. Overnight, Fang Ping stood there, from head to toe, showing an invincible aura of unsheathed sharp blades. The sword weapons in the surrounding ground were also hummed by the traction, and the people in the Jianghu hall in the sword casting hall noticed this scene.

"Sword intent? Has this kid comprehended the sword intent?"

"The sword intent that only geniuses of swordsmanship can comprehend. This kid looks like he's only 20 years old. Does anyone know what his cultivation level is?"

"It's really hard to tell. He may have practiced the technique of hiding his breath."

Fang Ping's outburst of the sword conception caused quite a stir in the sword casting hall, but Fang Ping also comprehended the conception of boxing conception and sword conception. artistic conception.

Looking around, Fang Ping stroked a long sword. He could clearly feel the aura emanating from each long sword. After walking a dozen steps forward like this, Fang Ping's eyes fixed on the mouthful, which was considered sharp. , but on the rusty black iron sword.

When Fang Ping stretched out his hand to pull out the black iron sword, a figure pulled out the black iron sword first.

The success of such an act of pulling teeth out caused Fang Ping's temperament to change drastically, and he looked forward with murderous intent in his eyes.

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(End of this chapter)