Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 50;

When Fang Ping was trembling and immersed in the joy of defeating the third-rank master, Lian Feihong, who was lying in a pool of blood not far away, was pale and cursed Fang Ping in a hoarse voice.

If it was an upright martial arts confrontation, the defeat would be the defeat, but Fang Ping was a fan and a sneak attack, and then ended the battle by sealing his mouth with a handful of lime powder.

What made Feihong furious the most was that Fang Ping, who had gone berserk, showed a strength that steadily surpassed him. Under such circumstances, he would sneak attack with drugs. Is this a human thing?

"Despicable villain... Despicable villain! When my son Feihu returns, I will definitely not go around you lightly!"

"He won't come back for a while, Yandang Mountain is not close." Fang Pingwu interrupted Lian Feihong's cursing.

Lian Feihong's expression froze, and then he suddenly realized: "Are you the man in black who sneaked into my Lianjiabao a few days ago and committed murder?"

"It's right here." Fang Ping stepped forward and sat in front of Lian Feihong, picked up the snow-white pear that fell from the ground, and took a big bite. The juice was full and the taste was sweet.

Even Fei Hong was seriously injured, his internal organs were shattered by Fang Ping, and his internal meridians were also severely damaged, there was absolutely no possibility of counterattack.

But he had a lot of desire to survive, so he quickly found a breakthrough and said: "My son Feihu is a martial arts wizard, and his cultivation is close to the upper third-rank realm. You lured him away from the mountain to Yandang Mountain, which shows that you are afraid."

Fang Ping remained silent, but it was true. Both father and son were masters of the third rank. If they were not separated, it would be difficult for Fang Ping to strike.

Looking at Fang Ping without saying a word, Lian Feihong firmly believed that he was right, and said with a slightly excited expression: "No matter who you are instigated by, you should think about yourself. As the saying goes: The revenge of killing one's father is not shared. Dai Tian!"

"If you kill me tonight, my son will never let you go. If you let me go, even the gold and silver in the castle can be taken by you. Yun'er can give it to you, and you can be a slave." Or serve as a servant is up to you."

"Stop! Who is Yun'er?"

"The woman you kidnapped, you don't know who she is? She is the wife I chose for my son with great painstaking efforts. She comes from a famous family, is well-educated, and has outstanding looks. If you like it, you don't need to return it."

"That's your daughter-in-law, give it to me? No way." Fang Ping shook his head teasingly.

Lian Feihong sneered, she was just a woman, and besides being kidnapped by Fang Ping for several days and nights, he didn't believe that Fang Ping could do nothing wrong with Qiu, even if Qiu did nothing wrong, it would be a loss of reputation: "Your Excellency, worry too much, It is her blessing to be your slave and handmaiden, you see... can we turn hostility into friendship, "

"I miss you too much."

Fang Ping ate up the pear meat in a few mouthfuls, and threw the core aside: "Enough nonsense. Let's get straight to the point, answer me a few questions, if you satisfy me, you still have a chance to live, otherwise, you will die utterly shattered."

"What question. Can you guarantee that you won't kill me after I answer it?"

"At least it will make your death more comfortable." Fang Ping stretched out his hand and pressed a fatal spot on Lian Feihong's body.

Even Feihong's painful eyeballs were bloodshot, a vein on his forehead was exposed, and his body twitched violently: "I say...I say."

"In late September last year, Lianjiabao captured a group of blacksmiths in the outer city of Shanyang County, and later sent them to the main castle. Since then, there has been no news, and no one has seen those blacksmiths. traces." Fang Ping slowly expressed his doubts.

Lian Feihong reacted greatly, looked at Fang Ping in shock, and then said with averted eyes: "How...how did you know this?"

"Of course I found out about it in your Lianjiabao. There was a plague in Shanyang County a few days ago. Didn't your Lianjiabao adopted some orphans? They all disappeared, and some people say that you, the master of Lianjiabao, practiced the evil art of the Demon Gate. I don’t believe it, it’s impossible for you to be as vulnerable as you after practicing the evil art of the Demon Gate.”

Fang Ping once again stretched out his hand and pressed on Lian Feihong's Achilles' Acupuncture Point, and injected a dense inner force of zhenqi like a silver needle, making the other party convulse for a dozen breaths in the feeling of wanting to live or die.

At this point, Lian Feihong's will was tortured to the verge of collapse, his eyes were slack, and his face was ashen, muttering: "...blood food...blood food...the secret room."

Fang Ping's heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed Lian Feihong's neck: "What blood food?"

The simple and unpretentious words reveal a vicious and terrifying charm.

"Those people... were... made offerings to the Lord... He promised to give us a chance to live forever... Lianjiabao collected blood food for him." Lian Feihong explained incoherently.

"Immortal? Are there still immortals in this world?"

Fang Ping already had a bad premonition in his heart, and he slapped half of Lian Feihong's face down with a palm, and a few teeth fell out: "You mean that those people sent into the main castle , have become blood food for your family castle to support the demons?"

Lian Feihong nodded, and suddenly came to his senses: "My lord, he lives in the secret room at the bottom of the stone castle. I can take you there, and you will understand everything by then."

"No need." Fang Ping got up, and slapped Lian Feihong's Tianling Gai with a heavy palm, and the solid skull exploded into tofu flowers.

After a while, Fang Ping appeared on the roof outside the stone castle.

Under the cold and killing moonlight, the stone castle in Fang Ping's eyes actually exuded an unusual evil spirit at this moment.

"The secret room at the bottom of the stone castle... Are there really monsters in this world? Is there a way of immortality?"

From Fang Ping's understanding, the Dao of Xuanwu is supreme, and monsters only exist in rumors.

It is rumored that the monsters are so strange that they can transform into a woman who can overwhelm the country, or an innocent child who eats people without spitting out bones.

If this Lianjiabao really supports a monster, Fang Ping doesn't think he can fight against it with his current strength. What is a monster?That is a strange existence with all kinds of incredible power!
Thinking of this, Fang Ping left without wanting to stay in Lianjiabao.

Not long after the boy left, the candles in the room where Lian Feihong's body was lying were uncertain, and a dark wind came in a mysterious figure with white skin as tender as mutton fat and jade, long hair as black as a waterfall, and wearing a red robe.

The mysterious figure looked at the corpse on the ground, and took out Feihong's still warm heart without hesitation.He murmured in a low voice: "Interesting little guy, he is as full of energy and blood as a cub of a different kind of spirit beast, and he is more suitable to be my blood slave than Lian Feihu.
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In the faint morning light, Fang Ping pushed the door open and went back to the small courtyard in the inner city.

He was preoccupied and didn't know how to tell Li Rou, could it be that his father and brother were eaten by demons?
"Maybe still alive? The monsters are all bullshit?"

After thinking about it, Fang Ping decided to keep it a secret. As long as Fang Ping doesn't say anything, Li Rou can have illusions in his heart.

(End of this chapter)