Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 72;

Qinglongzhai, the main hall.

As dusk approached, hundreds of thieves gathered together, scattered in groups of several hundred square meters, drinking wine and eating meat.

Looking up, the village master of Qinglong Village is sitting on a tiger-skin chair, bare/chest/backless, muscular and ferocious, with more than a dozen scars, large and small, on his body.

He is holding a fat goose in his hand, eating a mouthful of goose meat and drinking a mouthful of strong wine, not to mention how comfortable it is, and at his feet are sitting paralyzed dozens of women from good families who came captive from the mountain, all with bruised skin and swollen faces , his face was gloomy, and he would be beaten severely if he resisted for a moment. There were no women in Qinglong Village, and only he, the owner of Qinglong Village, had the right to occupy these dozens of good women.

Suddenly two minions broke into the main hall, glanced enviously at the bandit who had wine and meat, knelt down at the steps in front of the tiger chair, and reported the news that someone had gone up the mountain.

The village master of Qinglong Village, who drank several jars of spirits in a row, hiccupped, blushed, and scolded without seriousness: "Just one person?"

"It's a person, but that person is riding a horse, as big as a palace, with a mouth full of fangs, legs as thick as pillars, and a palm like a tiger's claw. He also holds a black halberd that is one foot long and two feet long in his hand."

The village master of Qinglong Village threw his tongue out of the wine jar with numbness, thinking that the two minions were created out of nothing. This horse is as big as a palace, with a mouth full of fangs, legs as thick as pillars, and a palm like a tiger's claw. Is it still a "horse"? ?

Just when Qinglongzhai mainly sent people to find out, there was a loud noise like cracking mountains and cracking rocks from far and near outside the main hall.

……

……

"Da da"

"Da da"

In the reflection of the setting sun, Fang Ping arrived at the gate of Qinglongzhai with a calm demeanor. The sound of gongs resounded inside the several-meter-high village wall, and a large number of Qinglongzhai thieves appeared above the courtyard wall, asking Fang Ping what it was People, what are you doing here.

Fang Ping didn't say a word, Fang Tian's painted halberd engraved with unicorn and dragon patterns, dragged the horse to practice violent, breathtaking and terrifying cold light, and swept out.

More than half of the several-meter-high village wall collapsed, and the closed gate was also split in two. Lots of birds out.

"monster!"

"What power is this?"

Witnessing the sight of Fang Ping blowing down the wall of the village, the hundreds of Qinglongzhai minions behind the collapsed courtyard wall all looked stunned, and the few elites of Qinglongzhai at the entry level also opened their eyes wide in shock.

The young man on the back of the heterogeneous BMW does not seem to be a body of flesh and blood, and he can burst out with the power to move mountains and seas with every move.

"I want your village master to come out and see me."

Looking down at the shattered figures, Fang Ping uttered a cold voice.

After a while, the owner of Qinglong Village rushed out, saw the wall of the village collapsed, and then locked on the ordinary-looking young man with an inch head.

"Exotic BMW?"

The village master of Qinglongzhai still has some knowledge, and his eyes can't help but become heavy.

The heterogeneous BMW is rare in the world, and has all kinds of miraculous features. It is like fire and water, travels thousands of miles a day, and can fight with the most ferocious beasts. Ordinary high-level warriors are no match for the heterogeneous BMW.

Those who can control such miraculous and auspicious beasts are definitely not easy-going people. Combined with the collapsed wall, the Qinglong village master felt that the visitor was not kind, and he cupped his hands and said: "Qinglong village advocates Chuan, and I don't know where I offended the little brother. , actually provoked the little brother to be so angry."

Fang Ping's eyes were indifferent, neither happy nor sad. He looked down at the owner of Qinglongzhai from a high position, "It's not an offense, it's entrusted by others, and it's a matter of loyalty. Hand over the goods that were robbed a few days ago."

As soon as this remark came out, the village master of Qinglong Village suddenly realized which batch of goods Fang Ping had come to ask for.

A few days ago, the owner of Qinglongzhai received the news and personally robbed a batch of goods, including medicinal materials and silks, filled with ten carts, and sold them in nearby towns for at least a few thousand taels of silver. The village master of Qinglong Village has played and sang every night these days, and held a big banquet. Everyone in Qinglong Village is free to eat and drink.

"As far as I know, that batch of goods belonged to the Bai family in Shanyang County. The Bai family is not a leading force in Shanyang County. This kid may be a helper invited by the Bai family."

The head of Qinglongzhai made a test with a smirk: "Little brother's surname is Bai?"

Fang Ping shook his head.

"Since your surname is not Bai, you are not from the Bai family. This village owner can double the benefits that the Bai family has given you by inviting you here."

The head of the Qinglong Village continued: "Little brother, think about it carefully, people die for money and birds die for food."

"That's a lot of nonsense." Fang Ping's eyes were sharp, and the village master of Qinglong Village in his eyes was already a dead man.

"Boy, don't deceive people too much. You have to pay for being young and vigorous. This village is the seventh-rank master of martial arts, and there are hundreds of warriors in the village. One person can drown you by spitting."

"Young and energetic? If you are not young and energetic, then you are still young." Fang Ping clamped his legs, and the huge force produced could crush the ribs and internal organs of an ordinary horse. Only a foreign BMW with flesh and blood as hard as iron can crush it. bear it.

But seeing a long cry like a dragon or a tiger, the alien BMW rushed out as fast as lightning. Its breathtaking and terrifying body did not feel clumsy at all, and the speed of the instant burst was too fast for the naked eye to capture.

The head of the Qinglongzhai village suddenly felt the wind blowing against his face, and before he backed away, the alien BMW carrying the roar of mountains and seas covered the setting sun and appeared in front of the Zhaizhu of Qinglongzhai. Throw it out.

"kill!"

On the outside of Fang Ping's thick arm, the blue veins were exposed, and the blood vessels were throbbing. He raised Fang Tian's painting halberd, and slashed down horizontally, powerfully chopping Huashan Mountain.

wheeze

The halberd is like a dragon, with a cold light, reflected in the vision of the village master of Qinglong Village, there is an illusion that the dome has been plowed, and the sky and the earth have been chopped into pieces.

He came out in a hurry, the village master of Qinglongzhai didn't bring any weapons, even though a seventh-rank warrior with copper tendons and iron bones could use his flesh and blood to resist the black halberd that slashed at him, bringing him a strong death breath, he still didn't have the guts .

"what!"

When life and death hang in the balance, human potential will explode infinitely.

The village master of Qinglongzhai was like this, his body bounced backwards, he stepped on a big hole in the ground, and narrowly dodged the black halberd that swallowed the cold light, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt his body go cold. .

Although Fang Tian's painted halberd didn't touch his body, the internal energy attached to Fang Tian's painted halberd still left a blood line across the entire torso on the upper body of the village master of Qinglongzhai.

Wow

A large amount of blood sprayed out from the blood line, staining the ground red, and also dyed the dusk under the setting sun with a layer of bewitching and bloody color.

"how is this possible……"

The head of Qinglongzhai's body became weak, his face turned pale and he looked at Fang Ping: "You are... the third rank!"

Only the masters of the third rank can release the true energy out of the body and attach it to the weapon.

(End of this chapter)