Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 353; Who dares to kill me?I dare to kill you! 【[-] words】

Fang Ping, who walked out of the Yinfeng Red Sand Forbidden Zone, walked not far away, and stopped on the dark abyss-like land. The wilderness was covered with countless corpses and bones, and the sound of war drums and shouts of killing echoed in his ears. , The sound of heaven and earth cracking has never stopped for a moment, but even the wind and red sand restricted area that can cut people's flesh and blood and scrape people's bones and viscera can't help Fang Ping.

The aura of killing and destruction settled between heaven and earth, even the sound of shouting and killing war drums, could not shake him for a minute or a second.

Turning around like an ancient well, he saw two figures following up.

The two who came into Fang Ping's field of vision were an old man wearing a green robe and with thick silver hair like frost. The man who accompanied him, with eagle eyes and a tiger body, was dressed in a long robe.

After being reminded by Na Die Ruoyi, Fang Ping already knew the identities of the two of them. One was Lin Huagang, the grand elder of the Lin family, and the other was Lin Fengxiao, the previous patriarch of the Lin family.

Earlier Fang Ping had keenly sensed that Lin Huagang was harboring malice towards him. Now that he saw the old guy following him, he was ready to kill the two of them, as long as they dared to show their teeth and claws.

"In Xialin Fengxiao, this is my third uncle. The two of us came from the Lin family, a thousand-year-old Muzhou family."

With a smile on his lips, Lin Fengxiao arched his hands and said.

"Jiang Chen, the true legend of the Xuantian Sect!" Fang Ping's figure was world-class, and his voice was so domineering and deafening, he asked, "Why do you follow Jiang in such a sneaky way, but you want to be an enemy of Jiang?"

An aura as tyrannical as a huge wave in a river rose above Fang Ping's body.

"Zizi is rampant!" Seeing Fang Ping's sharp-edged attitude without putting the two of them in his eyes, Lin Huagang, the elder of the Lin family's elder, suddenly became murderous, and his eyes clenched his fists fiercely.

Lin Fengxiao was startled. When he reported the identities of himself and his third uncle, Fang Ping didn't show the slightest bit of fear. Based on this, he deduced that he probably had a background and roots, and explained: "Your Excellency Jiang Chen misunderstood, I Although I don't know why Your Excellency Jiang Chen collected the artistic conception crystal, but my Lin family would also like to make friends with you.

The artistic conception crystals in the hands of my third uncle and I add up to 23. If Your Excellency Jiang Chen wants it, I can give it all to you, and I don’t want your fragments of martial arts and profound arts. "

"Oh?" Fang Ping sneered, this doesn't look like a martial artist from an aristocratic family, does a high-ranking martial artist from an aristocratic family still have a side that takes the initiative to flatter?Could it be to soften yourself to work for it?Said: "The price, what does Jiang need to do."

"Your Excellency Jiang Chen claims to be the true descendant of the Xuantian Sect, so this Xuantian Sect must be a hidden top power." Lin Fengxiao asked back.

"Xuantianzong sits outside Daxuan." Fang Ping replied indifferently.

Lin Fengxiao calmly transmitted the voice to the old man beside him: "What does the third uncle think?"

"How could a martial artist other than Daxuan run into Daxuan? I don't believe his identity as the true heir of the Xuantian Sect!" Lin Huagang said with certainty on his face.

"You can't say that, this person is not something in the pond, his rudimentary supernatural power has the potential to become a taboo supernatural power..." Lin Fengxiao knew that his third uncle was a stubborn person, and said secretly: "It seems impossible to persuade this person to join my Lin family. It would not be an ordinary force that Xuantianzong could cultivate such a monster like him."

There may be more than one supernatural martial sage sitting in the town, so it's better to take a step back and form a good relationship with them.

Lin Fengxiao, who thought up to this point, warned his third uncle not to be impatient and not to be impatient, and his plan changed. He said to Fang Ping with a cheerful face and a hearty laugh: "Above Muzhou, my Lin family is one of the two thousand-year-old families. The ancestors with supernatural powers showed their sages before. Brother Jiang came to Daxuan from the Xuantian Sect, presumably to condense the seeds of supernatural powers in the experience and become a supernatural martial saint."

"My Lin family has always been kind to people and has made many heroes. Now I also control several opportunities on Muzhou. If Brother Jiang doesn't dislike you, you can come to my Lin family. My Lin family will do my best to help you condense the seeds of supernatural powers. The 23 artistic conception crystals in your hand should be regarded as a gift from my Lin family to you."

He took out 23 artistic conception crystals and threw them at Fang Ping.

Embarrassingly, Fang Ping didn't pick it up, and let 23 artistic conception crystals fall to the ground.

"This is to win me over and help me condense the seeds of supernatural powers. Is there such a far-sighted person in the aristocratic family?" Fang Ping recognized Lin Fengxiao's insight and talent on the one hand, but on the other hand he was not interested and said indifferently. : "Jiang already has enough of the mood crystal. Patriarch Lin's kindness, forgive Fang for not accepting it. Let's return from bridge to bridge, and return from road to road."

After speaking, he turned and left.

I tried my best to win him over sincerely, but the other party turned a blind eye. No matter how good-tempered he was, Lin Fengxiao was pissed off. Looking at Fang Ping's back, he said angrily, "Arrogant! Rude!"

"If you don't make friends with my Lin family, then you will become enemies with my Lin family!" From the beginning to the end, he never wanted to make friends with Fang Ping, but Lin Huagang, who was not my relatives, had the idea of ​​killing him. , and said with murderous intent in his eyes: "If you want to kill this person, you should ask your ancestors, so that you can be sure and hit him with one blow."

"If the ancestor is willing to make a move, he will be safe, but he is the true descendant of Xuantian Sect."

"Let's not talk about whether Xuantianzong was fabricated by this person, if there is, just leave no trace."

……

The surrounding area of ​​the Wanzan Shanhe Cave.

A huge mountain-like animal-shaped skeleton crouched there fiercely.

If you don't look carefully, it's really hard to find. Just beside the skeleton of the animal-shaped skeleton, the soil is a little loose, and a head suddenly popped out from the ground.

"Bah bah bah!"

After spitting out the mud that was accidentally poured into her mouth, Fang Ying, whose eyes were "bone-like", looked around the barren and vast land full of corpses, and couldn't help sighing.

Following her brother's order, she dug a hole and hid in it. After counting, it must have been a few days.

Don't look at this is only the outer area of ​​the Wanzan Mountain and River Grotto, but the aura of killing and destruction that settles between the heavens and the earth, the sound of the drums shouting to kill, is only the third change of the heaven and man, and has not experienced any experience in fighting, life and death test For her, it's like sitting on pins and needles all the time, like a butcher's knife hanging around her neck.

Fortunately, after these days, she gradually got used to it.

"Not coming back yet."

Shrinking her head, Fang Ying was about to retreat into the cave. It was a coincidence that an accident happened. Two young men walked up from a distance, with some similarities in appearance. White robes and black robes, belts around the waist, crowns on the heads, and flying cloud boots under the feet.

"I don't know what the weather is like in the depths of the Ten Thousand Burial Mountains and Rivers Cave. However, we are not cultivated enough to withstand the overwhelming killing and destruction, so we can only turn around in this peripheral area."

Compared to the taciturn elder brother beside him, the young man in white robe with a bit of flying air between his brows complained unwillingly.

The young man in Xuanpao looked lonely and cold, and turned a deaf ear to look into the distance.

He saw a strange young girl hiding in the earth cave, looking at the two brothers with her head hooked. When she realized that her whereabouts had been exposed, she ducked back into the cave. The meaning of the two, and then popped up again, as if they realized that even if they retreated into the hole, they could not cover up the fact that their whereabouts were exposed.

"Go and have a look."

Out of curiosity, the young man in the black robe greeted the younger brother beside him, striding like a shooting star, and flew in front of the animal-shaped skeleton like lightning, condescendingly overlooking the girl who was still standing in the pothole, and shouted: "Hide your head and show your tail, be sneaky, come out!"

Fang Ying, who was standing in the hole she had dug, swallowed her mouth and shook her head, and replied, "I won't go out! I'm... a disciple of Xuantian Sect... You'd better go far away, we won't make any mistakes." River water."

She could see that the martial arts of the two brothers were far superior to her own, and she was not quite sure that one was against two. Before a direct confrontation occurred, she could adopt the strategy of showing strength and showing weakness.

"Brother, your temper is too hasty."

The white-robed young man who smiled like a spring breeze looked at some lonely, helpless and pitiful figures in the pit, the cultivation base of the third transformation of the heaven and man realm, as for the identity of the disciple of the Xuantian sect, he knew it was The girl made it up, if there really was such a force in Daxuan territory, wouldn't he know about it?

The appearance is also exquisite, and there is an aura between the brows, he doesn't mind taking her as a maidservant, and said: "Don't be afraid, beauty, are you alone? It can be seen from the fact that you are hiding in this pit, you are also rootless and rootless." Ping, a poor person without the protection of her elders, otherwise she would not have come to this cave alone, nor would she have hid in this pit.

I am a direct descendant of the Qiu family in Muzhou, you know the Qiu family, two thousand-year-old families in Muzhou, come out now.

My son can give you a chance to fly on a branch and become a phoenix, and be my personal maid, how about it? "

He himself has only attained the third transformation of the Heaven-Human Realm, but he is a direct descendant of an aristocratic family. As long as he speaks out, some strong people in the God-Tibetan Realm on Muzhou will be willing to be driven by him.

"I'm afraid this person is not a fool."

Fang Ying stared blankly at the fool who seemed to have given her a great gift, and said: "To be honest with you, I am not alone. My senior brother is nearby. You should leave before he comes back. Senior brother doesn't like it." If the son of the family knew what you said, he would slap you to death."

The young man in white robe seemed to have heard the joke, and said sarcastically: "Brother, little beauty, you should not use your bluff to fool people. I am a direct disciple of the Qiu family, who dares to kill me?"

"Who dares to kill me!"

"I dare to kill you!"

A voice floated over and landed in the ears of the young man in white robes. It was as grand as a mountain, and as deep as an ocean. It made his eardrums buzz, his internal organs were shattered, his face was flushed and he spit out a big mouthful of blood. He was half dead and terrified. He was extremely limp on the ground, and the young man in the black robe beside him was not much better. Hearing the sound from a distance, his blood vessels burst and his body was covered in blood.

"Who……"

"Divine Tibetan Realm? No, this is a martial arts master!"

"Could it be the senior brother that this woman talks about?"

After the blood vessel ruptured, the young man in the black robe was soaked in blood red. He quickly took out a martial arts elixir and took it. After regaining some vitality, he stared fiercely at the young man in white robe who had caused trouble for him. , Looking around, I saw a young man in a black cloak walking towards the sky in a huff.

A 25-year-old, majestic young man with sharp edges and corners, showing an invincible momentum across the world in his striding steps. Every step seems to be stepping on the heart of a person, making him breathless.

"Second Brother" Fang Ying was overjoyed, but she did not forget her elder brother's instructions. After jumping out of the pit, she said triumphantly: "I didn't lie to you, this is my senior brother, the True Inheritance of Xuantian Sect, Jiang Chen!"

Fang Ping stared blankly at the young man in white robe and the young man in black robe. One is the seventh transformation of the heaven-human realm, and the other is the eighth transformation of the heaven-human realm. With such a cultivation level, he dares to bully the younger sister of someone else. .

"Jiang Chen...Senior."

The young man in Xuanpao hastily saluted, and shouted: "Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding, the little brother was also confused for a while, and only offended the senior's junior sister, and I hope that there are many seniors, please forgive us this time."

Give Fang Ping a shout, which shattered all internal organs, the eardrum meridian of the white-robed young man, after taking the martial arts elixir he carried with him, he also looked like he was breathing more and breathing less. Feeling more apprehensive and frightened, he cursed loudly: "I am a direct descendant of the Qiu family!
How dare you hurt me so far... No matter who you are, don't even think about living..."

Fang Ping pointed at one point, and the whole world became quiet. The sword energy Changhong flew out, which was transformed by the true energy of the turtle and the artistic conception of swordsmanship. It flew over a distance of tens of feet, and chopped off the white-robed youth like a knife tofu. Item on the head.

The moment he killed the opponent, a wave of blood power penetrated into Fang Ping's body silently, turning it into a brand. Afterwards, that person's body will be branded with blood, and then he will be hunted down endlessly by the world.

However, this method can only be used against warriors in the following Divine Treasure Realm. When they reach the Divine Treasure Realm, they can refine this bloodline imprint. Once the golden true blood in Fang Ping's body recovers, the bloodline imprint will be burnt into nothingness.

The young man in Xuanpao did not feel distraught over the death of the young man in white robe. Even if he was a brother of a compatriot, he hated the young man in white robe for involving himself in an innocent disaster. If you want to turn around and run for your life, the murderer in front of you It is likely to be a martial arts master, can he still escape from a martial arts master?
"Senior, I..."

"It's useless to say more." Fang Ping will not leave troubles for himself. If he let this person be merciful today, this person will be able to bring the ancestor of the Qiu family to come to the door someday, even if it is only a ten thousandth. He would not turn a blind eye to the possibility of one, and a sword light popped out again, piercing through the eyebrows of the young man in the black robe.

After solving the problem, Fang Ping looked at the pothole on the ground and said, "Since I left, you have been hiding in the pit, right? Since you are hiding in the pit, how could you be discovered by these two aristocratic children?" your?"

"Can't I poke my head out to get some air?"

"Well, yes, then let me ask you again. If I don't come back in time, one of them is the seventh transformation of the heavenly realm, and the other is the eighth transformation of the heavenly realm. It’s just the cultivation base of the third transformation of the Heaven-Human Realm, how to deal with it?”

"run!"

"Can't you run away?"

"Then throw out the Qiongqi woodcarving you gave me, second brother."

"What if there is no Qiong Qi wood carving I gave you?"

"Then I won't stick my head out for air, I'll just hide in the pothole and wait for you to come back, second brother."

"..." Fang Ping was speechless.

half a month later.

In the depths of a certain mountain in Muzhou, this place is also magnificent, with undulating mountains, intertwined clouds and brocades, and thousands of mountains and rivers are picturesque, but the world has changed drastically, and after the spiritual energy returns, there is no chance for good fortune to be born in this mountain, so no one cares about it. up.

On a certain steep peak in the mountain, Fang Ping sat down on the ground beside the cliff, facing the sun, breathed out, and felt the inspiration of the world. After opening his eyes, he waved his hand, and hundreds of Crystal of artistic conception, said: "Let's comprehend the artistic conception of martial arts in these crystals of artistic conception here."

A black spot flew over from a distance, and turned into a red-feathered crane head, snake-tailed and tiger-bodied alien spirit beast. The ability to fly, after escaping to the sky, the warriors of the Divine Hidden Realm are helpless.

On the back of this alien spirit beast and bird, a girl in a long white dress, graceful and graceful, stood upright against the wind. After jumping off, she flaunted: "Second brother, look, this is my tame mount."

She took advantage of this alien spirit beast and bird to drink water when it landed on the ground, jumped up and beat it violently, and took out Qiongqi wood carvings as a deterrent, only then did she dissipate the aggressiveness of the alien spirit beast and bird.

"Everyone who drowns can swim, you can handle it yourself." Fang Ping reminded without saying a word.

"Second brother, don't worry, I don't dare to fly high, at most a few hundred meters, I can't fall to my death at this height."

"I'm going to start cultivating, let's step back." Fang Ping closed his eyes, and began to perform the Furnace Raising Kung Fu.

His figure sitting there became blurred, disillusioned, entwined with mist, and finally disappeared completely, replaced by a phantom with three legs and two ears, an ancient and mysterious cauldron.

The body of the tripod is engraved with patterns of stars, sun and moon, mountains and rivers, flowers, birds, fish and insects, etc. Thousands of rays of divine brilliance emanated from the furnace mouth, swallowing more than a hundred artistic conception crystals scattered on the ground into the phantom image of the cauldron furnace , and then spun like refining gold and iron to extract the essence.

120 The five artistic conception crystals contain many artistic conceptions of martial arts, some of which Fang Ping has already comprehended, such as the artistic conception of Dao of the Sword, the artistic conception of Kendo, the artistic conception of boxing, the artistic conception of fingering, the artistic conception of legwork, and the artistic conception of wood. For those who have never comprehended it, he focused on comprehending its inner mysteries.

hum!
The streaks of light imprinted in the ghost image of the cauldron furnace manifested the artistic conception of martial arts controlled by Fang Ping.

One month later, the number of martial arts artistic conception lights flying in the phantom of the vision of the cauldron has increased to 38, which is really a big step towards the field of furnace cultivation.

But troubles also followed, 38 kinds of martial arts moods were in the same furnace and mutually exclusive.

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(End of this chapter)