Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 184; Subdue the Xiantian Xuanbing [two in one [-] words]

"Did you see clearly?"

"I didn't see it clearly. I also practice the Four Seasons Sword Art, but it takes at least 36 breaths to perform all [-] sword moves. This kid finished the practice in less than five breaths. It's too evil. "

"It's not surprising that he has comprehended the sword intent, and he has practiced an ordinary swordsmanship and martial arts to the point of perfection in three days."

After a moment of hustle and bustle on the scene, someone came out to practice the swordsmanship and martial arts obtained from the hidden sword pavilion.

At the third quarter of the unitary hour, the sky was getting dark, and when the sun was setting, the number of masters who passed the second test dropped sharply from 170 to 35.

"Congratulations everyone, the next thing you have to face is the third test." Sikong Hu said loudly to everyone who passed the second test; "I think you all know that this innate mysterious weapon is A peerless and shocking peerless divine weapon, with supernatural powers such as slaying ghosts and destroying gods, protecting the master and channeling spirits."

"It is also a peerless divine weapon created by the painstaking efforts of several generations of people in Jianjian Villa. Therefore, the third test is also very simple. Who can get the approval of the Xiantian Xuanbing and subdue the fierceness of the Xiantian Xuanbing? Qi, he is the master of this innate profound weapon!"

There was an uproar in the sky.

Whoever can get the approval of the Xiantian Xuanbing and subdue the ferocity of the Xiantian Xuanbing is the master of the Xiantian Xuanbing!

This test sounds simple and unpretentious, but if you think about it carefully, you can detect the deep meaning. Zhujian Villa is willing to hand over the peerless divine soldiers. Is it because Zhujian Villa can't subdue the Xiantian Xuanbing?
If the Xiantian Xuanbing really had the supernatural ability to protect the master and psychic, and subdued the Jianjian Villa of the Xiantian Xuanbing, why bother to hand over the peerless magic soldiers created by the painstaking efforts of these generations.

"Sure enough, just as I expected, Jianjian Villa only has the method of forging swords, not the art of subduing swords! This Sikong Hu is also a hero of the generation, with the cultivation base of the innate realm. The power of the soldiers, even if the news is leaked, there is no fear of prying eyes from all parties in the rivers and lakes."

The elder of Tianhaizong, who was wearing a blue robe, was thinking secretly with his eyes like torches.

On the other side, the middle-aged man who is known as the number one expert in Fenglin Prefecture, wearing a scarlet armor, and a burly middle-aged man also grinned and made a sound; ?"

Sikong Hu shook his head, "Xuanbing is psychic, and he chooses the master to serve! Only those with unrivaled talent and potential can control it! It has nothing to do with martial arts cultivation. If they are forcibly subdued and detained, Xuanbing will release itself."

"Only martial arts monks who are unparalleled in talent can be recognized by the congenital Xuanbing?" Fang Ping suddenly smiled, and then smiled with relief. The young masters of the Qiu family in Linfu City, but how can their talents and potentials compare to the enchanting appearance of someone else!
The biggest difference between health-preserving exercises and conventional martial arts exercises is that health-preserving exercises are methods of transformation that tap the potential of the human body and sublimate the origin of life. Today's Fang Ping, whether it is potential or comprehension, is using the turtle's breathing technique, Under the joint development of the three health-preserving exercises of strengthening the body and raising the stove, it has reached a field that is unique and unparalleled.

at dusk.

The people who passed the second test followed Sikong Hu to the outside of a sword casting hall deep in the sword casting villa.

"The Xiantian Xuanbing is in the sword-forging furnace in the sword-forging hall, who wants to go in first?" Sikong Hu asked.

"I'll go first!" A quack who thought he was extremely talented seized the opportunity and shouted like thunder.

Sikong Hu nodded, "My owner will go in with you, and the others will wait in place."

As soon as the words fell, Sikong Hu led the people from all walks of life into the sword casting hall, and after about half an hour, the two returned outside the sword casting hall.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the person in the Jianghu, the cultivation base of the first rank, about 30 years old, with strong true energy, full of energy and blood, and the talent potential is definitely not weak, but his face is as pale as paper, and his body is flowing with bright red blood The wounds on his body showed that he had failed, not only failed, but was also injured by the Xiantian Xuanbing!
"I forgot to remind everyone that the hostile aura of the Xiantian Xuanbing is hard to dissipate. Before being subdued, the ferocious sword aura burst out from the sword body can threaten the powerhouses of ordinary innate realms." Sikong Hu said in an astonishing way.

But this can't dispel everyone's desire for the peerless magic weapon.

The No.2 people from the Jianghu, the No.3 people from the Jianghu, and the No.4 people from the Jianghu entered the sword casting hall one after another.

It was a dim daylight, and when the cock crowed, more than a dozen masters of the rivers and lakes had tried in failure.

"Heaven and earth are good fortune, and those who are capable live there! The same is true for the Xiantian Xuanbing."

Seeing Kong Hai, who had failed more than a dozen masters in the rivers and lakes, entered the sword casting hall without being shocked.

"Can it be successful?"

Everyone cheered up.

"Senior Brother Kong Hai is one of the true disciples of my Tianhai Sect. He has an innate posture and will definitely be able to subdue that innate mysterious weapon."

A few disciples of Tianhai Sect shouted confidently without sparing words.

Indeed, the Jianghu people who entered the sword casting hall before came out after about half an hour. After Kong Hai entered the sword casting hall, he stayed for a full hour and had no sign of leaving.

On the third floor, a few hundred meters away from the sword casting hall, a man and a woman stood side by side.

"Little sister, what do you think of this person?" Sikong Jian glanced at the girl beside him, and tentatively said: "He is a true disciple of the Tianhai Sect, and his talent, potential, and family background are not too bad."

"Brother, do you think he can subdue the Xiantian Xuanbing?" Sikong Li frowned.

"I...don't know." Sikong Jian smiled wryly.

After a while, two figures walked out of the sword casting hall one after the other.

"Senior brother Kong Hai has come out!"

"Where's the Xiantian Xuanbing? Brother Kong Hai, you must have subdued that Xiantian Xuanbing, show it to us!"

"You have surrendered the Xiantian Xuanbing, and you can still marry into Jianjian Villa, marry the second lady of this Zhujian Villa, they say you can't have both, Senior Brother Kong Hai, you can have both this time."

Several Tianhaizong disciples booed and laughed, but slowly they realized that something was wrong.

There was no blood on Kong Hai's body, but his face was gloomy and terrifying. After he entered the sword-making hall, all his attempts failed to resonate with the Xiantian Xuanbing. Anyhow, the peerless magic weapon.

"Come back, you failed to subdue the Xiantian Xuanbing, you can only say that your talent and potential are insufficient, and you can learn a lesson from this, so that you can practice better in the future, and you can't be too high-spirited and arrogant." Elder Tianhaizong saw the result and taught helplessly With Kong Hai.

"Yes, I understand." Kong Hai gritted his teeth and returned to the elder of the Tianhai Sect. The few disciples of the Tianhai Sect were as quiet as a cicada. Their congratulatory voices just now, thinking about it now, were a bit self-defeating and made people laugh. .

Seeing that even Kong Hai, who is a true disciple of the sect, was not recognized by the Xiantian Xuanbing, the people in the world who hadn't tried it were a little discouraged, but the more this happened, the more terrifying the Xiantian Xuanbing was. Even the innate potential of the sect's true disciples is not recognized by him. This is like training a horse. The stronger the horse, the stronger its speed and endurance.

"I'll try it."

The one who walked into the sword casting hall was Qiu Shaoyang, the young master of the Qiu family in Fenglin Prefecture.

He didn't delay for long, and walked out of the sword-making hall in less than half an hour. He was in good shape and his face was as usual, but there was a deep gash in the palm of his right hand.

"It's interesting, the kid from the Qiu family is a talented Qilin. He has cultivated to the pseudo-innate realm at the age of 27. He is also proficient in swordsmanship, palm technique, sword technique, boxing technique and many other martial arts. His talent is even scarier than when I was young. If even Qiu My kid's martial arts potential can't even be recognized by that Xiantian Xuanbing, and I'm afraid there is no one present who can subdue that Xiantian Xuanbing."

Wearing scarlet armor, the number one master of Fenglin Mansion City expressed his views without hiding anything.

Qiu Shaoyang cupped his hands with a sneer, "Lord Cao Jiao praised you absurdly. This junior is not arrogant enough to dare to compare with you. You are the number one expert in Fenglin Prefecture."

"Cao never lies, don't hold it up, kid!" Cao Jiao's figure is mighty and tall, and the crimson armor wrapped around his body is like a blood-colored dragon entrenched outside his muscular and burly body. He thought for a moment with twinkling eyes. , walked to the sword casting hall.

Fang Ping waited patiently for the result. This Cao Jiao is a super strong man standing in the innate realm, but to subdue the innate mysterious soldiers, he relies on his potential in martial arts.However, among the martial arts monks who can cultivate to the innate state, which one is not a person with high talents.

Buzz buzz!Bang bang bang!
The sounds of metal clashing and rocks exploding could be heard continuously in the sword casting hall.

The entire sword-making hall was precariously ups and downs for a moment.

After a while, Cao Jiao walked out of the sword casting hall. There were a few cracks cut by the fierce sword energy on the scarlet armor outside his body, and there was also an inch-long wound on his cheek.

He stopped to look at Sikong Hu, clasped his fists in admiration from the bottom of his heart and said, "The power of Xuanbing is well-deserved. Cao is in admiration for Jianjian Villa being able to forge such a peerless divine weapon."

"Lord Cao Jiao, you're being polite!" Sikong Hu returned a salute with a slight smile.

So far, there are still more than ten people who have not entered the sword casting hall to try, but even Cao Jiao, who is known as the number one expert in Fenglin Mansion and has an innate cultivation base, has failed. Perhaps there is no one among the Jianghu people present today. can succeed.

"I'll try."

Fang Ping was not the first to enter the Sword Forging Hall, but he did not intend to be the last to enter the Sword Forging Hall. He walked out from behind the crowd, and entered the Sword Forging Hall with strides under the gaze of a pair of eyes.

The sword-forging hall that caught Fang Ping's eyes was very large. In the center of the hall was a huge sword-forging furnace like a hill. Inside the furnace, there was a terrifying, fierce and unparalleled sharpness. Breath, as if sleeping an ancient ferocious beast.

"You have comprehended the sword intent, you can try to use this sword intent to establish a connection with the Xiantian Xuanbing." Sikong Hu said.

"Okay." Fang Ping stood in front of the sword-forging furnace, with an invincible and indestructible sharp aura surging all over his body, and he vividly revealed the sword intent he had comprehended.

It's just a glimpse of the artistic conception of the sword, which hasn't been fully understood yet, but it is also extremely extraordinary. The fine hairs on Fang Ping's skin seem to have turned into long swords that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

The Xiantian Xuanbing hanging upside down in the sword casting furnace sensed Fang Ping's sword intent and gave some responses.

There are air holes outside the sword-forging furnace. Through the densely packed air holes, Fang Ping saw the Xiantian Xuanbing in the sword-forging furnace. It was about five feet long, and the sword was covered with red mist that could not be melted.

In vain, Fang Ping's heart trembled. He caught a glimpse of the five-foot-long sword body wrapped in red mist, and there were thirteen lifelike vertical pupils growing on it. One of the vertical pupils opened. After opening it, he looked at Fang Ping with a vicious light of observation and scrutiny, touching his soul.

Of the thirteen eyeballs, only one was opened, and the rest were still asleep, but that eerie light could destroy most determined martial arts monks.

"Is this a magic sword?"

Fang Ping swallowed, and quickly stabilized his mind.

The vertical pupils are extremely real, as if the eyes of a demon have been gouged out and inlaid on the outside of the sword, with vitality, the pupils open and close, and penetrate Fang Ping's fleshy surface across the void.

Fang Ping's blood was about to freeze in the chill of falling into an ice cave.

The tortoise breath breathing technique was running, and the furnace raising power was running. Fang Ping's body was glowing, and his spirit was flying high, showing his life potential like a god. Even the coldness of the spiritual interface.

Sikong Hu's expression changed in astonishment. He was shocked by the revived life energy in Fang Ping's body. The sun-like life energy was stronger than that of an innate superpower like him.

A wave of waves has risen again.

Hanging in the sword-forging furnace, a Xiantian Xuanbing with vertical pupils opened, dragged the red blood mist, and flew out with monstrous anger, floating in mid-air for a moment, and fell into Fang Ping's hands.

Fang Ping frowned. The moment the Xuan Bing struck, scarlet veins of blood emerged from the hilt of the sword, twisting and piercing into the blood vessels outside Fang Ping's arm, greedily sucking Fang Ping's vitality!

"Understood, this Innate Profound Armament has already recognized me, but to control it, we must provide it with vitality!"

The Xiantian Xuanbing has a big appetite, and in an instant, it plundered an amazing amount of life energy from Fang Ping's body. It can be said that if it were an ordinary pseudo-Xiantian strongman, his life was overdrawn at this time, and he fainted. woke up.

The miraculous strength of the body made Fang Ping's bones turn into a golden color soaked in the golden true blood, and the golden true blood in the heart also grew much stronger, but he couldn't stand such a greedy and endless devouring!
With a low growl in his throat, Fang Ping burst out all the strength in his body, suppressing the hostility of the Xiantian Xuanbing. The vertical pupils that opened outside the sword body slowly closed and pierced into the blood vessels in Fang Ping's arm. All the blood lines were retracted into the hilt of the sword.

So far, Fang Ping has seen the entire face of the Xiantian Xuanbing in his hand. The sword is five feet one in length and as wide as a palm. Thirteen vertical pupils the size of a baby's fist are sleeping all over the body. One side of the blade is jagged, like a knife. The sword weighs more than a thousand catties.

(End of this chapter)