Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 190;

A desolate and tragic air rushed straight to the three souls and seven souls and devoured hundreds of people from the Jianghu. Although they didn't see the scene of blood flowing into rivers and piles of corpses like mountains.

However, everyone that Fang Ping killed was a top expert in the pseudo-innate realm, and those who could cultivate to this level were expected to step into the innate realm, but in Fang Ping's hands, there was no room for resistance and struggle .

Looking up, Fang Ping was covered in blood, but the blood came from the pseudo-innate-level powerhouse he beheaded, and his tall and majestic body did not have the slightest scar.

"It's getting late, if you don't make a move, Fang will leave."

Fang Ping shouted like Hong Zhong Dalu, and in the dead of night, his voice could be heard clearly for miles around.

Not long after the urging sound fell, Fang Ping rushed towards Fenglin Mansion City.

Fang Ping, who entered the Fenglin Mansion City, did not notice that someone was following him behind him, and hundreds of people from the Jianghu were also left far away by him. Out of caution, Fang Ping went round and round in the outer city for several hours. When the sun rose the next day, Fang Ping returned to Qinghefang with a sigh of relief.

"A strong man without an innate realm made a move, but this is only temporary. Originally, he planned to practice in Fenglin Mansion City for a period of time. Now it seems that the plan can't keep up with the changes, and he has to leave early."

Fang Ping climbed over the courtyard wall talking to himself and entered the courtyard.

Fang Ying was still sound asleep, Li Rou woke up early, boiled water in the kitchen to cook porridge, and prepared breakfast for Fang Ying. When Fang Ping came back, she was overjoyed. All her worries were turned into joy at this moment.

Hearing the movement, Fang Ying also came out of the room, and shouted with a dazed face, "Second Brother, Second Brother is back?"

"Well, I'm back, and I've grown taller again." Fang Ping patted Xiao Nizi's head with a gentle smile, and said in surprise, "Breakthrough?"

After he walked for two months, Fang Ying actually broke through to the eighth-rank Iron Bone Realm.

"That's right, I broke through half a month ago." Fang Ying raised her chin without any sleepiness.

The second elder brother only entered martial arts at the age of 15, and she, Fang Ying, entered the martial arts at the age of eight, and now she has broken through to the eighth-rank Iron Bone Realm, what does this mean?Her talent and potential are still higher than Fang Ping!

After a few breaths, Fang Ying frowned, why didn't she praise him?This is different from what she imagined. Shouldn't the second brother praise her in shock? For example, she did a great job. She deserves to be my sister, Fang Ping. She is so proud...

Fang Ping also noticed that Xiao Nizi raised her face, waiting for her to praise her, but he is not in the mood right now. When it comes to talent, Xiao Nizi is nothing special. Up to the eighth grade of martial arts, it was all paved by Fang Ping, the elder brother. If Fang Ping hadn't provided meat supplements, elixir, and the turtle's breath, Fang Ying would not have achieved what she is today.

"Mother will cook for you."

"En." Fang Ping nodded.

"Second brother, where have you been for so long?"

Fang Ying washed her face pretendingly, and pestered Fang Ping with questions.

"I went outside the city, and there is a peach garden there. The trees are full of peaches. They are big and sweet. I wanted to bring you some back, but they rotted after a long time." Fang Ping replied absent-mindedly.

"It's okay, just take me with you next time. Second brother, what kind of treasure is in the box behind you, can you show it to me?" Xiao Nizi thought about it and fixed it. The sword box behind Fang Ping.

"Okay." Fang Ping opened the sword box, revealing the congenital Xuanbing who has not yet recovered, but also has an amazing hostility. The thirteen eyes sleeping outside the sword are vivid, and the dark red blood spots on the edge seem to be stained with blood. Fresh blood going up.

Fang Ying felt her heart skip a beat when she glanced at it, her face turned pale.

Casting Sword Villa.

Two figures stood in front of the gate of the villa, blowing the cold wind all night.

After seeing a figure coming back from a distance, the two brothers and sisters greeted him back and forth, "Father."

Sikong Hu hummed, recalling what happened last night, he was still a little bit embarrassed at this moment, and said with emotion: "That kid has already left, last night he went all out and killed [-] pseudo Xiantian realm strong."

"The third brother is brave and invincible! Did he use the Xiantian Xuanbing? That's right."

Sikong Hu glared at his son, "Sitting in the well and looking at the sky, don't you hear that there are people outside the world? That boy is an evildoer who can subdue the Xiantian Xuanbing. With the means to ignore all the attacks and kills of the nineteen fake innate realm powerhouses, this son's talent is even more terrifying than what his father thought."

"What does dad mean to say that the third brother killed nineteen fake Xiantian realm experts without using the Xiantian Xuanbing?" Sikong Li took a breath, "No wonder he is so confident, if he uses the Xiantian Xuanbing, He may be able to challenge the innate warrior."

Sikong Jian nodded in embarrassment, "It's the child who sits in the well and watches the sky. A person like the third brother is definitely not a thing in the pond."

Sikong Hu was in a depressed mood. His pair of children still didn't fully understand Fang Ping's horror, and only by witnessing the scene of how Fang Ping crushed and fought fiercely could he truly feel how terrifying the young man's martial arts talent is. , he even suspected that Fang Ping hadn't used all his strength last night.

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noon.

Fang Ping walked out the door, his bones cracked and twisted, and when he walked out of the alley of Qinghefang, he turned into a young man over 1.8 meters tall.

From the appearance alone, it is very different from Fang Ping's original appearance. This method of changing the appearance of the body through the dislocation of bones is easy for powerful warriors. The difficult thing is how to change a person's breath .

In a square in the inner city where a large number of caravans gathered, Fang Ping asked someone. There was a large-scale caravan going to the "Guangling Mansion" bordering Fenglin Mansion. The caravan consisted of more than 500 people. The guards are all high-grade martial artists, and there are also martial arts masters of the third-rank level leading the caravan. The owner of the caravan is the Qiu family of Fenglin Prefecture.

Fang Ping immediately approached the old butler of the Qiu family who was leading this group of caravans, and said that he was going to Guangling Mansion too, and wanted to set off with the caravan.

The old butler of the Qiu family is over 60 years old, but he is physically strong and has martial arts cultivation. He looked at Fang Ping shrewdly, "If you want to set off with the caravan, it depends on your identity, whether you want to contribute or pay. .”

There are many thieves and bandits in the wasteland, and the caravan has a large number of people, and they all have a history behind them, which can avoid a lot of troubles, which leads to many pedestrians wanting to join the caravan, but the caravan does not support idlers, they either contribute money or work hard.

"Come on, I'm a third-rank martial artist, good at fighting people." Fang Ping said without blushing.

"Okay, the caravan will leave tomorrow." The old butler of the Qiu family agreed. A third-rank martial artist is quite useful.

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(End of this chapter)