Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 351; Yin wind red sand, butterfly clothes like immortals [[-] words]

"This is really..."

Fang Ping naturally had no fear or panic, but was a little dumbfounded.

Hearing that the old man in yellow robe made a firm promise that as long as he handed over the collected Martial Dao Artistic Conception Crystal, he would be safe and sound, then he quickly raised his hand and shook his head and said: "No, no, no. The two old people found the wrong person, no , should be said to have found the right person.”

"Jiang has quite a few Martial Dao Mood Crystals on him, but what I don't understand is, how did you find me?"

The old man in yellow robe frowned inexplicably, something was wrong.

And the purple-robed old man with a sinister and fierce face also saw that Fang Ping's behavior was not normal, and reprimanded: "Stop talking too much, if you dare to say a word, the old man will let you taste the heart-biting poison!" taste."

He warned the black-clothed youth with his head covering his face. Strands of black poisonous gas spewed out from the pores of the flesh and blood of the purple-robed old man.

Fang Ping was also very decisive. He stepped forward and slapped the two old men one by one. There was no suspense at all. Then, under the unbelievably horrified eyes of the two old men, he said seriously: "Now I know that Jiang is Who is it?"

In terms of martial arts cultivation, the two old men are both five-qi masters, and Fang Ping is also a five-qi master. Under normal circumstances, the difference in combat power between warriors of the same level is not too big, but they are born as human beings. People can break through the shackles and go up, brave and invincible, but some people can only fight like dogs, wasting their lives, let alone two old men who are in the realm of five qi masters.

They are martial arts great masters who have condensed the embryonic form of supernatural powers and controlled a ray of supernatural powers. When they meet Fang Ping today, they will not be able to cause much trouble.

Immediately when Fang Ping left, he had five martial arts artistic conception crystals in his hand. These five martial arts artistic conception crystals respectively contained the artistic conception of the Dao of the Sword, the artistic conception of the Fist Technique, the artistic conception of the Stick Technique, the artistic conception of the Spear Technique, the artistic conception of the Hammer Technique, the artistic conception of the Dao of the Sword, and the artistic conception of the Boxing Technique. Fang Ping has already mastered the artistic conception of marksmanship, but he can still use this to prove his artistic conception of martial arts.

"Not urgent."

Fang Ping, who collected five martial arts artistic conception crystals into the Qiankun sword ring, walked under the sky with arrogance and arrogance. The aura of killing and destruction deposited in the sky and the earth mixed together, causing body pain and shortness of breath, and there was a sense of uneasiness like a knife and ax hanging on the body, and the butcher's knife hung on the neck.

Fang Ping, who has practiced step by step to this day, can be said to be facing countless difficulties and dangers, and his heart is as firm as iron. Even the sound of war drums, shouts of killing, and overwhelming bombardment can't stop his pace.

A few hours later, Fang Ping jumped forward with a bright eye, picked up a martial arts artistic conception crystal from the ground, sank into it with spiritual consciousness, and saw a side of clear water and green mountains.

Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, under the blue sky and white clouds, a towering ancient tree with a height of more than [-] meters, with luxuriant branches and leaves, full of vitality, stands there with a strong woody atmosphere.

"The Artistic Conception of Wood!"

Fang Ping's momentary joy was absorbed into the Qiankun Sword Ring, and he continued to go deeper.

Two days later, Fang Ping appeared at the end of the Wanzan Mountain and River Cave. The wind here was like a knife, scraping bones and cutting flesh, and the rolled gravel was as red as blood, as if it had been born by absorbing endless killing and destruction breaths. , with endless vigor and murderous intent.

Added with the wind from the training horse, it slapped outside the human body, even copper tendons and iron bones were hard to parry.

Since then, it has become a restricted area, and if you want to go deeper, you have to go through the windy red sand.

When Fang Ping arrived here, there were many people gathered outside the windy and red sand area. None of them were good people. Ordinary people would not be able to come here. When they saw the sudden arrival, they had a majestic figure, a heroic face, and their eyes were like shooting stars. Fang Ping, who was also unsheathed like a white knife, and Fang Ping, who was like a scorching sun piercing the sky, couldn't do without a burst of discussion.

"Exposed arrogance!"

"The imposing manner is like a dragon and a tiger, and he still has the aura of being invincible. This person is extraordinary."

"Cultivation is like an abyss like an ocean, unfathomable. Can anyone tell what level this person is in?"

Surrounding Fang Ping, dozens of monks whispered and sighed.

It wasn't that Fang Ping wanted to attract people's attention, but that Jiang Chen of Xuantianzong was too flying and radiant.

Looking around, Fang Ping locked on an old man with a bright head and pale face, wearing a white robe, who seemed to be easy to talk.

The old man is the cultivation base of the five qi masters, his aura is powerful, his eyesight is clear, and he thinks he is about to break through to the realm of a martial arts grand master.

If the five qi masters want to step into the realm of martial arts grand masters, they need to condense the yin and yang qi in their bodies, understand the general trend of the world, and then evolve the prototype of supernatural powers, and then condense the seeds of supernatural powers to enter the realm of martial saints in one step.

"Old man, come here." Fang Ping was not polite, standing with his hands behind his back, calling the old man unquestionably.

Everyone: "..."

"Old man Han Xiao, if you have something to say, it's okay to say it, old man... I won't go there."

The white-robed old man is very cautious. The young man in his eyes looks at the ancient and the modern, showing arrogance, and his aura is sharp and sharp. It is difficult to describe. A room for maneuver and retreat.

Fang Ping, who saw the old man's doubts, asked helplessly if he was that bad. Someone in the other party always respected the old and loved the young. Among the old comrades who had dealt with him, there was no one who had left unforgettable and unforgettable memories.

"Let me ask you, has anyone walked into this windy red sand?"

Fang Ping's face contained no emotion, but his eyes were full of questioning Jin Hui.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and replied: "Your Excellency asked the right person, the old man has been here for a while, and I have seen with my own eyes more than one person trapped in this dark wind and red sand, with no bones left and their souls scattered.

This yin wind red sand was conceived by the killing and destructive aura between the heaven and the earth. It is invincible, bone-shattering and muscle-shattering. The five qi masters can't hold a few breaths if they step into it, and only the great martial arts masters can set foot there. "

Wu's.

Covering the sky and the earth in the depths of the red sand, a palm-sized crystal floated out with the wind, which was clearly the Martial Dao Artistic Conception Crystal.

Seeing this, everyone at the scene went out to snatch it.

The old man changed the subject and said: "Look, Your Excellency, the artistic conception crystals scattered in the world seem to have originated from the depths of the windy red sand. Every once in a while, there will be crystals containing various martial arts artistic conceptions. The artistic conception crystal flew out from the depths of the red sand in the wind."

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Dozens of warriors present entangled like a raging fire, vying for that artistic conception crystal.

"Go away!" A burly man with a fierce dragon and a tiger whose voice is deafening like a bell, the cultivation base of the master of the five qi, drummed up his true energy, and with a loud roar, the sonic shout uttered shook back The two five-qi masters in front reached out and grabbed the dimly lit artistic conception crystal, but before he could pull back and step back, he was slapped on the back.

The martial artist of the five qi masters who took the shot has treacherous movements and sharp palms. The burly man who hit him with one palm vomited blood. Seeing a few more five qi masters rushing towards him, don't get it if you don't hold me Thinking of this, the burly man smiled coldly, and threw the artistic conception crystal in his hand into the distance. ,

"Neither? Then give it to me."

Fang Ping didn't stay out of the matter, and stretched out his hand to make a move, and the tortoise's breath of true energy enveloped the thrown out artistic conception crystal.

Overnight, dozens of pairs of eyes fixed on Fang Ping's body.

The old man who was still talking to Fang Ping just now, watched the development of the situation with endless clicks.

Fang Ping, whose eyes were fixed on each other, calmly put away the artistic conception crystal in his hand calmly, and then walked towards the taboo area shrouded in dark wind and red sand.

Whoa!
Sparks splashed and clanged harshly.

The bone-shattering, muscular, all-conquering wind and red sand slapped Fang Ping's tall and majestic body endlessly, like a magic weapon that cut iron like mud and cut off the flow of a horizontal river. Invasion, on the eternal and indestructible Vajra Iron, sparks splashed everywhere, and there was also a series of ups and downs, the sound of gold and iron clashing.

Among the dozens of martial arts masters who witnessed this scene in the rear, none of them were dumbfounded, as if seeing a monster.

"What kind of monster is this? It can block the harassing wind and red sand with only its physical body."

"I have also practiced horizontal martial arts, and my body is as strong as a diamond, with dragon tendons and tiger bones, but when I walk into this Yinfeng red sand, I have a whole body of true energy flowing outside me, and I can't stop the sharpness of the Yin wind red sand. Killing spirit, monster, really monster."

"Fortunately, I didn't attack him just now. This person is at least the cultivation of a great master of martial arts. He may have controlled the prototype of supernatural powers, and has a ray of supernatural power blended into his physical body."

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The wind and red sand that swept over were indeed extremely terrifying, but Fang Ping's physical body was also different from ordinary people, detached from the common world. Tibet is nourished by the vitality of heaven and earth all the time, plus the mystery of raising the furnace to use the body as a furnace.

It can be said that the strength of Fang Ping's physical body is no less than that of a martial saint with supernatural powers.

He was unscrupulous, walking leisurely towards the depths of the windy red sand, the bone-biting wind and red sand that swept towards him, not only did not hurt him at all, but was also used by him as an external force to sharpen his physical body. Carrying qi and blood secretly, running the two health-preserving exercises of strengthening the body and raising the furnace, the body is bright, the bones are roaring, and the spine of the dragon behind is roaring like thunder.

A skeleton suddenly appeared in front of him. It was dull and ordinary, but Fang Ping didn't think so. This skeleton could be preserved in this taboo area full of dark wind and red sand. It must have stood at the pinnacle of martial arts during its lifetime. Well, Naihe couldn't resist the endless wear and tear, and it shattered into powder and fly ash with a poke of his hand.

I encountered several skeletons intermittently.

After half a day passed, Fang Ping collected 13 Yuan martial arts artistic conception crystals. Counting the martial arts artistic conception crystals he got before, he can be said to have gained a lot this trip. The martial arts artistic conception of each martial arts artistic conception crystal can help people understand a certain It is not difficult to imagine the value of a martial arts artistic conception, and then control this martial arts artistic conception.

It can be regarded as the heritage of passing down from generation to generation and establishing a sect.

The footsteps slowed down, and Fang Ping saw a living person.

It was a woman wearing a black crown, a green robe, and a large black belt around her waist. She had a clean body and a calm spirit.

The face is like a moon, and the willow eyebrows are picturesque. Sitting under the sky covered with the wind and red sand, he is practicing some kind of kung fu. Looking at him, he looks like a fairy, like a fairy walking out of the wall. , The windy red sand that can wipe people into ashes and blood mist is actually sucked into the acupoints all over the body by it, and used to refine the muscles and bones.

Fang Ping looked around and saw that there was no one there, which meant that the woman was alone just like him.

"Who is it!" A woman who sensed a malice approaching her, a gorgeous and peaceful cloud floated from the top cover, and a ray of supernatural power flowed in it, reflecting the phantom of thousands of mountains and rivers, and the phantom of blue waves. Against the backdrop, the woman with a delicate body looks even more beautiful and inviolable.

Her bright eyes fixed on Fang Ping who was standing not far away, and shouted: "Who is your Excellency, why are you so hostile to me?"

Fang Ping laughed, he was quite sensitive, he just came up with the idea of ​​snatching the opponent's Martial Dao Artistic Conception Crystal, the woman quit the cultivation state with a feeling, from this it can be seen that the woman is still very careful, not too immersed in the cultivation state Go inside, always maintain a vigilant heart, and be able to respond to any trouble.

"Xuantianzong's true biography, Jiang Chen is also!"

Fang Ping replied with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude.

"Xuantianzong..." The woman went through her mind for a while, but found no information about Xuantianzong. She thought that maybe this person created something out of nothing, and she had nothing to hide. He reported his name and origin: "The true biography of the Cangming Sect, Die Ruoyi."

Fang Ping was slightly taken aback, Cangmingzong?Is this woman the true biography of the Cangming Sect?
Most of the fortunes born on Muzhou were occupied by the two thousand-year-old families of the Lin family and the Qiu family, and the Cangming Sect, the sacred place of martial arts, took over the Wanzhu Mountain and River Cave. Compared with the two thousand-year-old families, the Cangming Sect seems It is extraordinarily magnanimous, allowing warriors from all parties to come and go in and out of the Wanbu Mountain and River Cave at will, and someone from the other party can rob anyone. It is really not authentic to rob the true biography of Cangmingzong.

Taking a step back, this woman is not so fragile, the other party has mastered the rudimentary form of supernatural power, there is a ray of supernatural power gurgling in the auspicious clouds above her head, and there may be something on her body that is under pressure.

"It turns out to be the true biography of the Cangming Sect."

Fang Ping cupped his hands and said, "I'm bothering you."

"You have malice towards me, why?" Die Ruoyi stared at the young man closely, she believed that her intuition would not be wrong.

"For the martial arts artistic conception crystal on your body."

Since the other party asked, Fang Ping had nothing to be vague about, and simply answered the other party's question directly.

Die Ruoyi was speechless, only felt that Fang Ping was acting recklessly, and then snorted coldly: "Well, you can do it, if you can defeat me, all the artistic conception crystals in my hand will belong to you."

Just as Fang Ping was about to say that he no longer had that kind of thought, he saw the woman take out a bunch of Martial Arts Crystals in anger and sneer.

The artistic conception crystals that jumped out of thin air and floated in front of Die Ruoyi's body had different colors and radiances, and there were actually 39 in number.

The light in Die Ruoyi's eyes is like electricity, echoing the piercing cold air. She is the true heir of the Cangming Sect, bears the inheritance of the holy land of martial arts, and has also mastered the embryonic form of supernatural powers. Sheng Xia is invincible in all directions. After so many days in the Wanzan Mountain and River Grotto, this is the first time someone has troubled him, and even opened his mouth to snatch the artistic conception crystal in her hand.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't angry, but she didn't mean to underestimate Fang Ping. The young man in black standing in her eyes exuded a kind of momentum from the inside to the outside, and he was definitely a giant. Enemy, if it is left at other times, she will stay away from it, and if she can not be an enemy, she will not be an enemy.

But it is different now, her kung fu has reached a bottleneck, and she cannot be promoted repeatedly, so she has to rely on external help. It just so happens that Fang Ping's arrival has aroused her anger in her heart. Huo, these dozens of artistic conception crystals are considered a lottery. If Fang Ping wins, they will naturally belong to Fang Ping.

"Well, if you win, all the 35 artistic conception crystals will belong to you, and if you lose, it will be nothing but embarrassment."

Stepping forward, Die Ruo's dress fluttered, her aura rose, and the Rui Cai Yunxia covering her roof also rolled and vibrated like a river. The pouring pressure was mixed with a ray of supernatural power, For the great masters of martial arts who do not have the power to control supernatural powers, there is double oppression both physically and mentally.

Fang Ping couldn't refuse, the other party offered too much, nodded and said: "Since that's the case, please let the fairy do it."

In martial arts confrontation, it is especially important to seize the opportunity. Once the opportunity is seized, you can lead the opponent by the nose.

"There is a price to be paid for being arrogant."

Die Ruoyi didn't hesitate, her two jade hands were as white as catkins, she put them together above her head, and slowly stretched her fingers intertwined, like a blooming green lotus, pulling the true energy in her body and the vitality of heaven and earth in the process .

The vitality of heaven and earth in the Ten Thousand Burial Mountains and Rivers Cave is no thinner than that of the outside world, but it is mixed with the aura of killing and destruction, and it is not easy to mobilize. If you are not careful, it will break through the secrets of the human body and tear apart the eight extraordinary meridians.

But for Die Ruoyi, who has condensed the prototype of supernatural powers, bears the inheritance of the holy land of martial arts, and has a profound and extraordinary foundation, it is harmless. She raised her hands above her head, and her hands that slowly bloomed transformed into a phantom of a lotus flower tens of meters in size. Inside the phantom of the lotus stands a phantom phantom with hundreds of arms.

Hundreds of arms were suddenly slapped out, and the palm wind was endless, like a storm and thunder.

Fang Ping showed no fear, he felt a power that did not belong to Die Ruoyi from this overwhelming offensive, it was the general trend of the world that only a great master of martial arts could influence in battle.

As the saying goes, those who follow the trend live, and those who go against the trend die.

Under the general trend, everything will be smashed to pieces.

A stubborn rock fell from the cliff of Wanren, and after taking advantage of the momentum, it can penetrate the impenetrable rocky ground.

"If the general power of the world really blesses my body, I don't need to fight. I'll just wait until I die, but even a supernatural martial artist can only borrow a wisp of the general power of the world. Besides, how can external force compare to my own body?" Potential."

Fang Ping greeted him disapprovingly.

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(End of this chapter)