Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 181; The long night [two in one, [-] words]

The man who snatched the black iron sword was a bit thin, with a treacherous smile on his mouth. He didn't care what kind of disaster his act of pulling out his teeth would bring him, so he just wiped the rust in his hands in a grandiose manner, leaving no light. The unpretentious black iron sword, and asked shamelessly: "Are you sure this is a famous sword handed down from generation to generation?"

With murderous intent in his eyes, Fang Ping frowned, took away the famous sword he had chosen, and asked himself if it was real. Such a frenzied act of killing would be nothing more than a superpower in the innate realm, and Fang Ping would not I would like to be very angry, but the other party is only at the peak of the first-rank realm, "It has nothing to do with you, return it to me."

"Joke! Why did I give you back the famous sword that my elder brother got first?" Two tall men with thick backs and full of brutal blood, stood one after another in front of the skinny man who pulled out the black iron sword. behind.

Fang Ping is no stranger to the three brothers. It was the three brothers Yuanlong, Yuanhu and Yuanba who entered Jianjian Villa with him that day and lived next door to him. A gangster who commits all kinds of crimes and commits the most heinous crimes.

"Little brother, take a step back, and the sea and the sky will be brighter. If you understand the meaning of the sword, you will definitely be able to find another famous sword handed down from generation to generation. There is no need to be enemies with the three of them." Some people in the rivers and lakes could not bear to persuade them.

"It makes sense, you reminded me." Yuan Long glared at the quack, and then returned to Fang Ping, then said frantically, "Come on, my two brothers haven't chosen yet." Famous swords handed down from generation to generation, since you have comprehended the artistic conception of a sword, then be a good person to the end and help us find two famous swords handed down from generation to generation."

Yuan Hu and Yuan Ba ​​stood behind Yuan Long, with ferocious smiles. Although they couldn't see Fang Ping's cultivation level, how much ability can a young man who is not as young as the crown have? First-rank realm, just like the three of their brothers, the powerhouse of the pseudo-innate realm, all three of them have joined hands to kill.

"Everyone has seen that it wasn't that Fang deliberately provoke the three of them, but that they oppressed me. I had no choice but to kill someone in this sword-making hall."

Fang Ping's voice spread throughout the audience, startling the Jiang Hu people in the Sword Forging Hall.

"What do you mean? You kid still dare to fight us?"

"Don't stop me, tell me to break this kid's neck, and see if he still dares to be arrogant."

"Junior who doesn't know how to live or die, you were not born when my eldest brother and second brother were in the rivers and lakes."

The three brothers were furious.

Fang Ping moved, his body was soaked in the golden blood into golden crystal bright bones, clanging and shining, blazing like the sun, the spine dragon under the skin and flesh on his back also wriggled with a crackling sound, his right fist formed a fist print, A fist blasted forward, its speed and strength were as terrifying as breaking through the void, squeezing the air in the entire sword casting hall to form a gust of wind and waves.

"hiss……"

The faces of the three brothers changed drastically, and their hairs stood up. They didn't think they had such a sense of crisis when they besieged and killed the pseudo-innate-level strongmen together.

"Crazy Dragon Palm!"

Yuan Long is the most powerful of the three brothers. The moment he felt the extreme shadow of death, he knew that he had misread. Bloody sent out an extremely overbearing palm martial art, and met Fang Ping's fist head-on.

call out!call out!
Yuanhu and Yuanba took the opportunity to rush out, and appeared behind Fang Ping in a tacit cooperation. One of them used his fingering technique to attack a dead spot behind Fang Ping, and the palm of the other turned into a hand knife, slashing towards touched Fang Ping's neck.

Seeing the three brothers strike back in an instant, Fang Ping formed a lore, and the people in the arena at the scene were deeply moved. Fang Ping was at a loss at this time.

But in the face of absolute crushing strength, everything is useless.

Fang Ping didn't care about the two people behind him at all, he pushed the dazzling fist print that swelled to the size of a human head, and bombarded Yuan Long's palm, with unrivaled strength, and the powerful and powerful tortoise's true energy, gushing out at the same time , destructively wiped out the palm strength transmitted from Yuanlong's palm.

Then I saw the flesh and bone in Yuanlong's palm shattered, his arm twisted and convulsed, the flesh and bone pierced into Yuanlong's chest, making his face pale, he vomited blood, and before he heaved a sigh of relief, Fang Ping's fist The unabated attack was outside its torso.

Bang rumbling!
Yuanlong flew out and hit the sword casting furnace not far away, leaving a clearly visible dent in the shape of a human, which shows how huge the force poured on his body.

Tilting his head, Yuan Long lost his breath.

"Big brother!"

"Ahhh! Little bastard, pay for my brother's life!"

Yuanhu Yuanba was hysterical, his eyes were red, and the attack fell outside Fang Ping's body.

One person pointed two fingers like a spear at Fang Ping's dead point on the back, and the other's palm was like a knife, and landed on Fang Ping's neck fiercely and swiftly.

But the moment the attack landed outside Fang Ping's body, the two brothers sensed something was wrong. Fang Ping's body was like an indestructible body, and the internal energy of true energy could not penetrate into his body at all.

The neck is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, but Fang Ping's neck was hit by a palm knife that split the mountain and Duanyue, and there was no injury at all, and the skin was not broken at all.

"This...how is it possible, is he still human?" The two brothers opened their eyes wide in disbelief.

"Send you to Huangquan Road to reunite with your brother." Fang Ping reached out with two big hands, grabbed Yuanhu Yuanba's throat, and lifted the two of them into the air. The two brothers kicked wildly, out of breath. Struggling, but they couldn't break Fang Ping's palms. It was not until their throats were cut and their bodies were limp that Fang Ping threw them on the ground like a pair of shoes.

Killing the three brothers was done in one go from beginning to end, but for Fang Ping, it was as easy as trampling a few bedbugs to death in a matter of tens of breaths, but for everyone in the Sword Forging Hall who witnessed this scene, it would It's kind of scary.

"I must be dreaming. The three of their brothers are all first-rank, and they have even hunted and killed the powerhouses of the pseudo-innate realm. How could they be suppressed and killed so easily?"

"Can't you see it? It's not that the three brothers Yuanlong, Yuanhu, and Yuanba are too weak, but that this little brother is too strong. Before the absolute strength is crushed, it will naturally come naturally, just like when we met the next third rank. Warriors can also kill them with a flick of their fingers."

……

Amidst the ups and downs of exclamation, Fang Ping picked up the black iron long sword on the ground and walked out of the sword casting hall.

Sikong Hu, who was guarding outside the sword casting hall, saw Fang Ping walk out, nodded and said: "Congratulations, this sword is black meteorite, made of meteorite iron ore, it is a famous sword in the sword casting hall. One of the swords. You have passed the first level test and can enter the next level."

"Thank you, owner." Fang Ping saluted and was about to walk away.

"Keep the sword." Sikong Hu shouted.

"I was happy for a while, but I forgot, the owner is not to blame." Fang Pingyan handed over the Meteorite Black Sword insincerely.

"Cunning boy, you clearly want to take it for yourself." Sikong Hu threw the Meteorite Black Sword to the swordsmith at the side, and ordered: "Go to the secret room of hidden swords and take out thirty famous swords handed down from ancient times. Let them go." Go into the sword casting hall."

After a while, people from all walks of life in the sword casting hall came out one after another, and they could pick out the people with famous swords handed down from generation to generation. In addition to Fang Ping, there were only three of them.

"Aren't there three more people?" Sikong Hu asked.

"Don't the owner know that the three brothers Yuanlong, Yuanhu and Yuanba are all dead, and they were killed by the first boy who walked out of the sword casting hall. Forcing him to choose a famous sword handed down for him, the young man had no choice but to kill the three brothers Yuanlong, Yuanhu and Yuanba."

Sikong Hu's pupils shrank, and he looked at the young man behind the crowd.

"The three brothers Yuanlong, Yuanhu, and Yuanba are all first-rank masters. Not only did he kill the three brothers, but he was also unharmed? This shows that the strength of this son far exceeds that of the three brothers Yuanlong, Yuanhu, and Yuanba. But those three brothers have killed the top masters of pseudo-innate realm in Jianghu..."

Sikong Hu, who slandered here, secretly wrote down the boy.

At this time, the people in Jianghu in front of the sword casting hall learned that the three brothers Yuanlong, Yuanhu and Yuanba were beheaded by Fang Ping, and they all turned their heads to look at the ordinary-looking Fang Ping.

Fang Ping watched the nose and the heart, and faced the prying eyes of the pair, he behaved calmly.

"Elder, what is his cultivation level? This kid must have practiced the technique of concealing breath. I can't see what level he is." Several disciples of Tianhaizong who stood together asked together.

Wearing a blue robe, the elder of the Tianhai Sect with a refined temperament, relying on his innate cultivation base, sees the way of fire; "It should be a pseudo-innate cultivation base, and it is really rare to reach the pseudo-innate realm at this age."

"What about the pseudo-innate realm? The wild cultivators in the Jianghu are nothing but useless waste who sit on the sky and watch the sky. I can kill the masters of the pseudo-innate realm when I am in the first-rank state."

"What Senior Brother Kong Hai said is very true. You are a true disciple of our Tianhai Sect. How can this kid be compared to you."

"Didn't he comprehend the sword intent? Can wild monks compare with him?"

"You talk too much!"

Several disciples of Tianhai Sect praised one of them, and glared at the honest young man who was not good at words.

……

At night, the number of stars in Hengsha dotted the dome of the night, like the eyes of unknown creatures, looking down on all living beings in the world, regardless of the ups and downs of the world, and the change of dynasties.

The first test was not over yet, Fang Ping didn't want to waste time, so he went back to the room to rest.

It was not until the afternoon of the second day that the first test came to an end. More than 3000 people from the Jianghu selected famous swords handed down from generation to generation, and only a handful of 170 people passed the first test.

"Tomorrow at the first hour of the hour, the second test!" Sikong Jian told everyone who passed the first test.

……

In a room deep in Jianjian Villa.

Sikong Hu was sitting on the chair, and when he looked at the girl across from him, there was guilt in his eyes.

"Father, do you think that in the end, someone will be recognized by the Xiantian Xuanbing? Father, you are a strong man in the Xiantian realm, and you have not been able to subdue that Xiantian Xuanbing." Sikong Li asked with her red lips pursed.

"Who knows, this congenital profound weapon psychic master selection can only be controlled by martial arts monks with unparalleled talent and potential, and it has nothing to do with the realm of cultivation."

Sikong Hu replied: "Father, I have carefully observed it in the past two days, just like Kong Hai, the true disciple of the Haizong, who cultivated to the pseudo-innate state at a young age, carrying the inheritance of the sect, full of talents, and head-like. Rong. There is also the young master of the Qiu family in Daze Prefecture, who is known as the talent of the unicorn, and he also cultivated to the pseudo-innate state at a young age."

"There are a few other people who are good, including the kid who realized the sword intent and killed the three brothers Yuanlong, Yuanhu and Yuanba in the sword casting hall."

"Father, let's make the decision." Si Kongli hummed in a depressed mood.

According to Sikong Hu's plan, whoever finally subdued the Xiantian Xuanbing and obtained the approval of the Xiantian Xuanbing will enter Zhujian Villa. In this way, the Xiantian Xuanbing still belongs to Zhujian Villa, and he will not disappoint the past generations of Zhujian Villa. The painstaking efforts and expectations of the ancestors.

For this, Si Kongli did not resent or blame her father. She also has the blood of her ancestors flowing in her body. When necessary, someone must make some sacrifices.

"Rest well, I won't bother you as a father." Sikong Hu stood up and walked out of the house helplessly.

That night, the wind was roaring, and the moonlight was dim.

A man in black came and went quietly through the courtyards like lightning, and arrived in front of the sword casting hall in the depths of the sword casting villa.

Entering the sword-making hall where the candles were extinguished, the man in black looked around sharply, and suddenly slapped his back.

When the two palms collided, there were waves and deafening waves.

The zhenqi that is billowing and mighty like a river devours, collides and competes with each other between the two palms.

click

The python-like cracks extended one by one, along the wall, and climbed up to the beam roof.

Rumble!
When the two figures separated, a beam more than ten meters long fell from the roof.

The man in black retreated outside the sword casting hall, looked at Sikong Hu who was stepping out step by step with his hands behind his back, and said with a disguised voice, "Master Sikong is powerful, I admire him! Even so, I will leave first. "

After saying that, the man in black disappeared into the night miraculously.

Sikong Hu didn't move at all, if he chased him out, he might have fallen into a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

"Father!" Sikong Jian led more than a dozen masters in the village, and walked out from the shadow not far away at a leisurely pace.

"Well, I have to cheer up these few days."

"Father, I'm afraid that the person's realm just now is not inferior to yours. Could it be someone from among the few innate powerhouses in the village?"

"No need to think about it."

"Understood, the boy will cheer up. Little sister..."

"she's fine."

In the long night, undercurrents surged.

When the sun rose the next day, there were more than a dozen corpses on the mass graves at the back of Zhujian Villa, all of them were dressed in black, with their heads hidden and their tails exposed
(End of this chapter)