Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

"It's useless. In this world, only a big fist can be a big brother." Fang Ping replied indifferently.

"You have to have a big fist to be a big brother?" Fang Ying reminisced about her brother's kind words as if she had realized something.

"Understanding the meaning of this sentence, you will benefit for life." Fang Pingyan closed his eyes at this point, and his body turned into a furnace of flesh and blood, using his body as a furnace to absorb the energy and substances in the sun. The energy and substances absorbed by the Furnace Cultivation Kung Fu have the effect of tapping one's own potential, which is not available in other martial arts skills other than the health-preserving Kung Fu.

At noon, the sun was in full swing and there was no cloud in the sky. The river behind the house was crystal clear and sparkling. Fish jumped out of the water from time to time, and there were groups of nearby children catching fish and shrimp.

Outside the city, Jianjian Villa.

Zhujian Villa, which stands more than a dozen miles outside the city, has been passed down for more than 300 years. In terms of heritage and strength, it is no less than some declining martial arts sects in Yanzhou, and Zhujian Villa is famous for forging weapons. In the huge Fenglin Mansion, there is no family that can forge sharper weapons than the Sword Casting Villa.

Sikong Hu, the owner of this generation's Sword Forging Villa, is unparalleled in the world in his sword casting skills. All the sharp swords he has forged can cut iron like mud and cut gold and jade.

At this time, in a certain sword-making hall of the Sword-Forging Villa, more than a dozen swordsmiths of the Sword-Forging Villa gathered together to look at the huge sword-forging furnace that looked like a house. Everyone's faces were filled with astonishment and shock. Unbelievable look.

The reason is also very simple, the peerless magic weapon in the sword casting furnace has been forged!

"Quick! Go and notify the owner!" An elderly swordsmith shouted hoarsely.

After receiving the news, Sikong Hu, the owner of Casting Sword Villa, quickly came to the sword casting hall, "Sure enough? The words left by our ancestors are true! Ancestors and ancestors, have you seen that I finally practiced it?" Innate Xuanbing!"

"According to the words left by our ancestors, innate xuanbing is psychic, and only the most talented and powerful can refine it. Today, I, Sikong Hu, sacrificed the sword with blood. I hope that the ancestors will bless and let my grandson refine the xuanbing and strengthen me." The prestige of Forging Sword Villa!"

Sikong Hu, who had calmed down, walked to the sword casting furnace step by step with a firm gaze. He asked the two swordsmiths to pull the chain connected to the furnace cover, opened the cover of the sword casting furnace, and the furnace cover was slowly pulled up. At that moment, sharp sword lights visible to the naked eye gushed out from the sword casting furnace and landed on the roof beams, leaving shocking traces of destruction.

"Before this Xiantian Xuanbing was refined, it was like a bloody beast." Sikong Hu was not frightened. He kicked his foot and landed on the edge of the sword casting furnace. Looking down, he hung upside down on the sword casting furnace. The peerless magic weapon inside the furnace was wrapped in a mass of hot red mist like magma, making it impossible to tell whether it was real or not.

Sikong Hu made a decisive decision, cut his finger, and let the blood flow out and fall towards the sword in the sword casting furnace.

puff!puff!

The bright red blood touched the scorching red mist outside the peerless divine weapon, and immediately evaporated into air.

Seeing this scene, Sikong Hu stretched out his hand in displeasure, and powerful true energy poured into the sword-forging furnace like a wave, trying to absorb that peerless divine weapon into his hands.

Buzz!

The sword that was imprisoned and ingested by the zhenqi roared furiously, like a scourge that was awakened.

"As expected of a congenital profound weapon, even with my cultivation, I cannot forcibly ingest it."

Sikong Hu hurriedly summoned a pair of sons and daughters.

"father!"

"Father!"

A man and a woman, about the same age, young men with sword eyebrows and star eyes, magnificent appearance, tall figure, handsome face, imposing manner like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, their cultivation is also amazing, and they have cultivated to the second rank at a young age.

The girl standing next to him, graceful and graceful, is dignified and beautiful, wearing a tight-fitting gown, which looks slim and charming.

Sikong Hu showed relief on his face. He only did three major things in his life. One was to surpass his ancestors in the sword-making skills of all generations. The other was to give birth to a pair of second daughters with extraordinary talents. The ancestors of all dynasties have no successful peerless magic weapon!

"Father, I don't know why you called us over in such a hurry." Sikong Jian bent down and asked his father with a salute.

"The Xiantian Xuanbing has been born! This is the peerless divine weapon that my ancestors of Jianjian Villa have painstakingly passed down from generation to generation, and finally forged here. Therefore, this thing can only be taken by me at Zhujian Villa. Do you mean it?" Sikong Hu's meaning was very clear, he couldn't get the approval of the Xiantian Xuanbing, so he couldn't make it easier for outsiders.

Congenital Xuanbing is psychic, and only the most talented and strong can subdue it. Sikong Hu still has a lot of confidence in the martial arts talents of his sons and daughters.

The two brothers and sisters looked at each other, and couldn't believe it. He (she) had heard a lot of stories about Xiantian Xuanbing from his father since they were young, but they always felt that they were just unrealistic legends.

"Father, have you really cultivated the Xiantian Xuanbing?" Sikong Li questioned her father in doubt.

"Then there can be fakes!" Sikong Hu himself felt like a dream, but the peerless magic weapon in the sword casting furnace was extremely ferocious and psychic, just like the magic weapon he forged before. If you don't, it will become a piece of scrap metal without luster.

Without further ado, Sikong Hu urged a pair of sons and daughters to step forward to subdue the Xiantian Xuanbing.

Chapter 175; Jianghu shock [[-] words]

Under the urging of Sikong Hu, he jumped onto the sword casting furnace one after another, trying the Sikong sword, Sikong Li, who sacrificed the sword with blood, but all failed. Not only that, the violent and fierce sword energy gushing out of the sword casting furnace was also fierce. It ruthlessly pierced through Sikong Li's heart, causing the gorgeous, dignified and beautiful girl to spit out blood with a pale face, and nearly fainted.

Sikong Hu was very puzzled by this. This innate mysterious weapon is a peerless divine weapon that has been refined by his ancestors in Zhujian Villa until now. After spending most of Sikong Hu's life, now, with the blessing of the heavens, the spirits of the ancestors and ancestors have appeared, and the Xuanbing has been successfully forged.

But none of his sons and daughters can be recognized by the "Xiantian Xuanbing"!

This is like a family. After several generations of digging, they finally found a treasure hidden in the mountains, but there was a vicious beast lying outside the treasure, and they were not allowed to enter.

During this period of sadness and helplessness, Sikong Hu seemed to have aged several decades in an instant. He glanced at the two daughters and sighed: "This is the end of the matter, we can't force it."

The congenital Xuanbing is psychic, and if the talent and potential are not recognized by it, if it is forcibly suppressed and subdued, the Xuanbing will dissolve itself.

"It's all because I didn't live up to my expectations and couldn't subdue this peerless soldier. What will my father do next? Didn't the ancestors leave a special way to subdue this peerless soldier?" Sikong Jian supported the damaged heart sister, asked helplessly.

Sikong Hu shook his head. If he wants to subdue the Xiantian Xuanbing and get the approval of the Xiantian Xuanbing, he must be recognized by the Xuanbing in terms of aptitude and potential. In other words, only those martial arts monks with amazing talent and unparalleled potential are eligible Control the innate mysterious soldiers.After thinking about it, Sikong Hu thought about it too.

Since he and his sons and daughters are not recognized by the Xiantian Xuanbing, it is better to leave it to the future generations. With the development trend of his Sword Forging Villa becoming stronger and stronger day by day, a person who can control the Xiantian Xuanbing will surely be born in the future amazing talent.

a few days later.

The news of the birth of Xiantian Xuanbing in Zhujian Villa spread like wildfire and spread to all parties.

"Congenital Xuanbing? What Xiantian Xuanbing? Has the Zhujian Villa forged some peerless magic weapon?"

"The ignorant and ignorant people don't even know the Xiantian Xuanbing. It is a rare artifact in the world! It is said that ordinary people can control the world and dominate the world with the Xiantian Xuanbing."

"The sword-casting technique of Zhujian Villa is the best in Fenglin Mansion. This time, I don't know how many people will be attracted to watch the forging of the Innate Profound Armament. If you have time, let's go and see it together."

Surrounding the topic of the birth of the Xiantian Xuanbing, there are different opinions in Fenglin Mansion, arguing over the long and the short.

There were also rumors in the Jianghu, ten to ten, and hundreds of rumors exploded. As soon as they heard that the Xiantian Xuanbing was refined in Zhujian Villa, people from all corners of the world were eager to move and spy on it secretly.

The conversation was divided into two parts. In the sword casting hall of Zhujian Villa, Sikong Hu, who was guarding in front of the sword casting furnace day and night, was briefly surprised at first when he heard the news of the "Xiantian Xuanbing"'s birth, and then became furious.

He is not a stupid person, and he knows the truth that a man is innocent and he is guilty, so the day the Xiantian Xuanbing was born, he blocked the news, and closely monitored the dozen or so swordsmiths who knew the birth of the Xiantian Xuanbing.

But it was done so properly and comprehensively, but the news still leaked. It is conceivable that Zhujian Villa has become the target of public criticism. It will not be long before countless masters of the rivers and lakes will come to Zhujian Villa to attack.

This world doesn't mean that what you make must be yours. Besides, the Xiantian Xuanbing has not yet recognized its master, which gives various forces an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Could it be that the painstaking efforts of several generations of my Zhujian Villa end up making wedding dresses for others?"

Sikong Hu growled unwillingly.

……

Qinghefang, the house.

It has been a few days since Fang Ping came to Fenglin Mansion City. Today he is going to take Li Rou and Fang Ying for an outing outside Fenglin Mansion City. There is an osmanthus garden in the outskirts of the city, and the garden is full of osmanthus trees. It is August, and the osmanthus flowers are in full bloom, and the mountains are full of colorful flowers.

In the center of the Osmanthus Garden stands a Buddhist pagoda, which emits Buddha's light at night. Many wealthy families and ordinary people in the city will bring their wives and friends to visit the Osmanthus Garden for an outing.

"Second brother, let's prepare more food. When we're hungry, we can eat in the Osmanthus Garden." Fang Ying chirped, reminding her elder brother excitedly.

Fang Ping was also very happy to see Xiao Nizi so lively. He took his mother and sister to the Osmanthus Garden outside the city for an outing, mainly for two reasons. Another purpose of understanding the environment is not to keep Li Rou and Fang Ying bored at home.

It is quite difficult, Fang Ping not only has to climb to the peak of martial arts, but also pays attention to the physical and mental health of his mother and sister all the time.

……

Outside the city, Osmanthus Garden.

From a distance, Fang Ping saw the sweet-scented osmanthus trees all over the mountains and plains. The fragrance of the blooming sweet-scented osmanthus blended together, covering the land for tens of miles, and there were horse-drawn carriages parked in front of the forest.

Entering the Osmanthus Garden, there is soft and dense grass under your feet, and you can see one or two colorful flower buds from time to time. There is no crowd, but there are not a few people who come to the Osmanthus Garden for outings. Fang Ping left? Several families can be seen from a few steps away, such as at this moment.

Fang Ping saw a man and a woman, both talented and beautiful, standing under a blooming osmanthus tree, the man even picked an osmanthus, and brazenly gave it to the young woman, causing the young woman to feel ashamed and full of shame. flushed.

In front, Fang Ying was galloping like a mad tiger like a runaway horse. Li Rou was carrying a food box, which contained melons, fruits, snacks, and meat for meals.

After a while, Fang Ying took the lead and charged outside the pagoda in the center of the Osmanthus Garden.

The pagoda rising from the ground is carved like white jade, layer upon layer, with a height of [-] meters. The top of the pagoda is inlaid with a huge emerald bead. There are many kinds of fish in the small lake.

Fang Ping took a deep breath, the air was extraordinarily sweet, even more fragrant than Shanyang County.

"Second brother, let's eat here." Fang Ying chose an open space in front of the small lake, and called Fang Ping loudly.

"This is my territory!" A boy in his teens, followed by five or six children, walked towards Fang Ying with unkind eyes.

Fang Ying blinked her eyes, and retorted unceremoniously: "What you said is yours? Your name is not written here!"

The young man was well dressed and was used to being arrogant and domineering on weekdays. When he saw a little girl who was not as tall as him and who was still alone, he dared to contradict him, so he stretched out his palm and hit Fang Ying in anger.

"You dare to hit someone!" Fang Ying took two steps back, dodging the boy's attack.

"It's you who hit him!" The young man commanded domineeringly, "Let's go together! Beat him to death."

"Wait a minute!"

"Scared?"

"Are you entry-level warriors?"

"No, what do you mean?"

"Then I can beat you!"

Fang Ying jumped up like a rabbit, kicking the arrogant and domineering boy away.

Seeing Fang Ying's ferocity and invincibility, the children in the rear immediately scattered and fled.

"...you dare to hit me, I want to find me...father, my father...is the owner of Tianlong Martial Arts Hall!"

"My brother is Fang Ping!" Fang Ying was calm and fearless, her voice overshadowed the other party.

Fang Ping?Where is it sacred?

The arrogant young man swallowed, covered his bruised and swollen right cheek, and ran to a distance.

Fang Ping, who saw the turmoil from the beginning to the end, did not mean to blame Fang Ying. Someone from the other party would not get involved in the fight between children, but from this small incident, it can be seen that martial arts and martial arts There is no gap between martial arts masters, if Xiao Nizi is not martial arts masters, it is certain that she will be beaten.

"Who! Which wild girl has turned the world upside down!"

A rough and deafening roar came.

A middle-aged strong man in his 40s, with a body as huge as a violent bear, came to the small lake.

The arrogant boy with a swollen right cheek followed behind his father step by step, pointing at Fang Ying, "That wild girl beat me!"

"You hit the young ones and the old ones came." Fang Ping looked at the middle-aged man from a distance. He was full of energy and blood, his bones were strong, and his cultivation was at the peak of the fourth rank.

"He did it first." Fang Ying glared at the domineering young man, regretting that she had acted too lightly, but she was not afraid, the second brother would strike.

The strong man stared at Fang Ying with wide-eyed eyes. His terrifying aura could make adults paralyzed in fright, but the little girl who was glared at by him, didn't know whether it was "fearless those who don't know" or she was really courageous. No fear at all.

"Father, hurry up, he kicked me, and my face is still swollen." The domineering boy fanned the flames and shouted.

"Really, then you really..."

An unexpected scene happened, the strong man slapped the domineering young man on the left side of the face, "You don't live up to it! Look at the virtues you have made your mother used to, bullying the small with the big, bullying the weak, and now it's even more muddy!" You can't support the wall anymore, you can't even beat a little girl who is not as old as you, and not as tall as you, and you still want me to stand up for you!?"

The domineering boy's legs went limp from fright after scolding him head and face.

"Get out!" the strong man yelled.

"Isn't it normal for children to fight between each other? If you educate children like this, sooner or later you will raise a cripple."

Fang Ping didn't quite agree with the education methods of strong men. As a mother, she was used to it. Naturally, her habit was like killing a child. But if a father wanted to correct it, he had to start from the root cause.

Thinking like this, Fang Ping walked to the small lake.

"He's my second brother Fang Ping!" Fang Ying announced Fang Ping's identity proudly.

"Little brother, I am laughing at you. I am the owner of Tianlong Martial Arts, Lu Tianlong." The strong man cupped his hands and said, "Looking at the body and physique of the little brother, he should also be a martial arts practitioner, right?"

Fang Ping nodded: "Practice over [-] million points."

"Strange, why can't I see what level of cultivation this kid is." Lu Tianlong left suspiciously.

"Second brother, I didn't embarrass you just now, did I?"

Fang Ying asked with a face full of credit.

"No shame."

Fang Ping pressed, Xiao Nizi's performance lived up to his teachings, she already had a strong heart, and she did not panic when faced with the oppression of the Dragon Martial Hall master that day, even with Fang Ping present That's why it's hard to come by.

Chapter 176 ; 】

In front of the small lake where the white jade pagoda stands, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the sky is clear, and the breeze is blowing slowly, making all the troubles disappear. This season is the most pleasant period of the year. It is close to autumn and the temperature is suitable. Vientiane renew.

Fang Ping sat on the grass with a body like a hill. He opened the food box. There were melon and fruit snacks on the first two floors, including chestnut cakes, hazelnut cakes, date paste cakes, pine nut cakes, and juicy pears, which were sweet and sour. Hawthorn fruit, a sweet-smelling melon.

On the second, third, and fourth floors of the food box, there are some meat and meat supplements.