Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

"I'll try."

Fang Ping was not the first to enter the Sword Forging Hall, but he did not intend to be the last to enter the Sword Forging Hall. He walked out from behind the crowd, and entered the Sword Forging Hall with strides under the gaze of a pair of eyes.

The sword-forging hall that caught Fang Ping's eyes was very large. In the center of the hall was a huge sword-forging furnace like a hill. Inside the furnace, there was a terrifying, fierce and unparalleled sharpness. Breath, as if sleeping an ancient ferocious beast.

"You have comprehended the sword intent, you can try to use this sword intent to establish a connection with the Xiantian Xuanbing." Sikong Hu said.

"Okay." Fang Ping stood in front of the sword-forging furnace, with an invincible and indestructible sharp aura surging all over his body, and he vividly revealed the sword intent he had comprehended.

It's just a glimpse of the artistic conception of the sword, which hasn't been fully understood yet, but it is also extremely extraordinary. The fine hairs on Fang Ping's skin seem to have turned into long swords that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

The Xiantian Xuanbing hanging upside down in the sword casting furnace sensed Fang Ping's sword intent and gave some responses.

There are air holes outside the sword-forging furnace. Through the densely packed air holes, Fang Ping saw the Xiantian Xuanbing in the sword-forging furnace. It was about five feet long, and the sword was covered with red mist that could not be melted.

In vain, Fang Ping's heart trembled. He caught a glimpse of the five-foot-long sword covered in red mist, with 13 lifelike vertical pupils growing on it. One of the vertical pupils opened. , with an evil light of observation and scrutiny, looking at Fang Ping touching the soul.

Of the thirteen eyeballs, only one was opened, and the rest were still asleep, but that eerie light could destroy most determined martial arts monks.

"Is this a magic sword?"

Fang Ping swallowed, and quickly stabilized his mind.

The vertical pupils are extremely real, as if the eyes of a demon have been gouged out and inlaid on the outside of the sword, with vitality, the pupils open and close, and penetrate Fang Ping's fleshy surface across the void.

Fang Ping's blood was about to freeze in the chill of falling into an ice cave.

The tortoise breath breathing technique was running, and the furnace raising power was running. Fang Ping's body was glowing, and his spirit was flying high, showing his life potential like a god. Even the coldness of the spiritual interface.

Sikong Hu's expression changed in astonishment. He was shocked by the revived life energy in Fang Ping's body. The sun-like life energy was stronger than that of an innate superpower like him.

A wave of waves has risen again.

Hanging in the sword-forging furnace, a Xiantian Xuanbing with vertical pupils opened, dragged the red blood mist, and flew out with monstrous anger, floating in mid-air for a moment, and fell into Fang Ping's hands.

Fang Ping frowned. The moment the Xuan Bing struck, scarlet veins of blood emerged from the hilt of the sword, twisting and piercing into the blood vessels outside Fang Ping's arm, greedily sucking Fang Ping's vitality!

"Understood, this Innate Profound Armament has already recognized me, but to control it, we must provide it with vitality!"

The Xiantian Xuanbing has a big appetite, and in an instant, it plundered an amazing amount of life energy from Fang Ping's body. It can be said that if it were an ordinary pseudo-Xiantian strongman, his life was overdrawn at this time, and he fainted. woke up.

The miraculous strength of the body made Fang Ping's bones turn into a golden color soaked in the golden true blood, and the golden true blood in the heart also grew much stronger, but he couldn't stand such a greedy and endless devouring!

With a low growl in his throat, Fang Ping burst out all the strength in his body, suppressing the hostility of the Xiantian Xuanbing. The vertical pupils that opened outside the sword body slowly closed and pierced into the blood vessels in Fang Ping's arm. All the blood lines were retracted into the hilt of the sword.

So far, Fang Ping has seen the entire face of the Xiantian Xuanbing in his hand. The sword is five feet one in length and as wide as a palm. Thirteen vertical pupils the size of a baby's fist are sleeping all over the body. One side of the blade is jagged, like a knife. The sword weighs more than a thousand catties.

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It is said to be a congenital profound weapon, but it is better to say it is a life-threatening and bloodthirsty magic sword.

The blade of the sword is jagged, like the mouth of a shark, it can cut off a large piece of flesh when it cuts on a person.

The thirteen vertical pupil eyeballs sleeping on the surface of the sword body are as natural as they are, and they are integrated with the sword body. Before they are opened, they give people a sense of evil spirit that penetrates the body and soul.

When Fang Ping was concentrating on looking at the peerless divine weapon subdued by him, Sikong Hu, who was standing not far behind, also recovered from the shock with a trembling figure, and landed beside the young man with a stride. With piercing eyes, he glanced at the Innate Profound Armament that was painstakingly built by several generations of him at Zhujian Villa.

To be honest, from the birth of this innate mysterious weapon to today, Sikong Hu has not seen the whole face of this peerless divine weapon.

Before the sword subdued, it was like a scourge baring its teeth.

Until it fell into Fang Ping's hands at this moment, the sharpness and hostility were instantly suppressed.

"Master Sikong, can I go?" Fang Ping raised his head and asked.

He has been staying in Zhujian Villa for nearly two months because of this Xiantian Xuanbing, it's time to go home and have a look.

"Where are you going?" Sikong Hu had strange eyes, and then he said decisively: "You kid, do you want to be a white wolf with nothing? Whoever subdues the Xiantian Xuanbing will have to join the Zhujian Villa. This is not a multiple-choice question, but a compulsory choice." Question, if you don’t join me in Jianjian Villa, you won’t be able to take away the Xiantian Xuanbing, don’t be confused, you boy!”

Fang Ping; "..."

Not to mention what the second lady of Zhujian Villa looks like, it is impossible for someone else to marry him. I am sorry that Fang Ping will not do anything about his ancestors, but this Xiantian Xuanbing is the painstaking efforts of several generations of Zhujian Villa. If he took away the peerless magic weapon he created without paying any price, he would be no different from robbers and bandits.

With this in mind, Fang Ping corrected his attitude, and said in a series of words: "Fang is a mediocre man, I am afraid that he is not suitable for the second lady. The owner of Sikong might as well change the conditions. I can do three things for Zhujian Villa. As long as it is Fang will never refuse anything that is within my ability, what does Master Sikong think?"

This Sikong Hu wanted Fang Ping to enter the Jianjian Villa, nothing more than wanting to make Fang Ping his own. In that way, the Xiantian Xuanbing would still be his object in Zhujianzhuang Villa, and he also took in a rider who could subdue the Xiantian Xuanbing. Long Kuai's son-in-law kills two birds with one stone.

"Ha ha."

Sikong Hu sneered, and his face became gloomy. He admitted that Fang Ping had cultivated to the pseudo-innate realm at a young age, and even subdued the innate profound soldiers. But it will take time. Today's Zhujian Villa doesn't need Fang Ping to do anything at all.

What's more, Xiantian Xuanbing contains the painstaking efforts of several generations of ancestors of Zhujian Villa, and it is also related to the legacy left by the first ancestors of Zhujian Villa.

"You can think about it. The owner of the village will give you a day to think it over before giving the owner an answer."

"Before that, you just stay in this sword-making hall honestly, don't think about running away, the owner of the village will guard your every move outside the sword-making hall, and in addition, this innate mysterious weapon must use a special secret technique Sacrifice can exert its greatest power, otherwise every time it is used, it will consume a lot of vitality, and if things go on like this, it will shorten lifespan."

Sikong Hu suppressed his anger and gave Fang Ping a chance to think carefully.

Immediately outside the sword casting hall, everyone saw Sikong Hu coming out, but did not see Fang Ping coming out, and someone opened their mouths to question.

Sikong Hu didn't hide it either, and explained: "Xuanbing chooses the master! You can leave now."

"The kid subdued the Xiantian Xuanbing?" Everyone looked at each other and muttered suspiciously.

"Congratulations to Master Sikong, can you invite that kid out? This elder wants to experience the power of the Xiantian Xuanbing." The elder of Tianhaizong said with a displeased face. , but seeing the Xiantian Xuanbing fall into the hands of a junior, I was still a little panicked.

People from all corners of the world nodded, wanting to see the power of the Xiantian Xuanbing.

Sikong Hu frowned. If Fang Ping hadn't been called out at this time, the people present might suspect him of deceit.

While Sikong Hu was thinking hard, Fang Ping stood beside Sikong Hu, holding a five-foot long sword in his hand, which firmly attracted the attention of everyone present.

The five-foot-long Xiantian Xuanbing, the sword blade is like shark teeth, the whole body is red and black, and there are thirteen closed eyeballs growing out of the sword body. A throbbing feeling that the soul is about to be swallowed.

"Damn bastard! I am a true disciple of the Martial Dao Sect, but I can't subdue this Xiantian Xuanbing, why should he!" Standing beside the elder of the Tianhai Sect, Kong Hai was about to burst into tears, his jealousy overwhelmed his reason, He roared: "The sharp weapon of the magic weapon, the capable one lives in it! You have no right to occupy this innate mysterious weapon!"

Fang Ping glanced indifferently at Kong Hai, who had lost his mind in jealousy, "You're right, it's pure luck that Fang was able to subdue this innate profound weapon."

"Then hand it over to me!" Kong Hai yelled and flew out, and his figure was as swift as a rainbow, and he arrived in front of Fang Ping. He issued a big handprint of Tianhai, and the wave of true energy that erupted was as powerful as the waves.

The Tianhai Sect mainly inherits internal strength, so all the martial arts monks of the Tianhai Sect have extremely powerful internal energy. The Tianhai Great Handprint issued by Kong Hai is the superior palm technique in the Tianhai Sect, combined with his deep and powerful internal strength. It is conceivable that his power is huge.

Boom!

The palm prints pressed against the void, squeezing and bursting the air outside Fang Ping's body.

"Then give it a try."

Fang Ping took a deep breath, and the golden blood flowed all over his body. His muscles increased violently, and his figure became more than two feet taller. In the golden blood light of the sun, he exerted strength with his arm, raised the Xiantian Xuanbing, and slashed out with a sword.

More than a dozen blood-colored long lines emerged from the hilt of the sword and penetrated into the blood vessels outside Fang Ping's arm, greedily sucking Fang Ping's life force, devouring a person's whole body's blood in an instant.

Fang Ping didn't dare to let this innate mysterious soldier let go of his appetite and devour his vitality.

The eyeball outside the sword body opened one.

The light red vertical pupils were vivid, and the demonic hostility revealed in the blink of an eye locked on Kong Hai's body through the soul.

Kong Hai, who was locked on by the red vertical pupil, forgot to breathe in horror, and his figure paused in the air.

The next moment, he saw the shark-tooth-shaped sword blade, which slashed open the internal energy outside his palm, and then cut off three fingers. The blood splashed out was absorbed by the innate soldiers before it even hit the ground. Going inside the sword body, the eyeball engraved on the outside of the sword body seems to be reviving a second one.

"The more the thirteen eyeballs outside the sword are revived, the more powerful the sword will be, but I also need to offer more vitality to them. I can still hold on with just one eyeball revived, If you revive the second eyeball, your life will be shortened." Fang Ping made a judgment in his heart, and marveled at the power of this innate mysterious weapon.

He didn't use his true energy and inner power with this sword, and he cut off three of Kong Hai's fingers with the power of the Xuanbing alone. This Kong Hai's strength is definitely an extremely powerful existence among the pseudo-innate realm monks, but he still can't compete with Xiantianxuan. The sharpness and hostility of the soldiers counterbalanced each other.

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"My own strength, together with this Xiantian Xuanbing, is enough to easily kill superpowers who have just entered the Xiantian realm! Martial arts monks below Xiantian can't even parry the power of my sword." Fang Ping made a small test Thinking sharply, this innate mysterious weapon is definitely like a tiger with wings added to him.

Looking at Kong Hai who had three fingers cut off, he was still immersed in the pain of severed fingers with an unbelievable expression. It took a long time for him to hoarse and roar like crazy. This is better than killing him with a sword. It was even more uncomfortable. Losing three fingers on his right hand was almost the same as losing an arm. Such a serious injury was unprecedented.

Fang Ping still cut off three of his fingers in full view, and only used one sword from the beginning to the end, which made him unacceptable. He roared and stared at the red eyes, wanting to swallow Fang Ping alive, frustrated Gray look.

"Is this the power of the Xiantian Xuanbing? One sword cut off three fingers of the sect's true disciple?"

"It's too scary, that Kong Hai is a pseudo-innate realm! If this sword did not slash his palm, but his head, he might already be decapitated."

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The people from the rivers and lakes outside the sword casting hall sighed unceasingly, they were all shocked by the sharpness and hostility of the congenital profound soldiers.

The elder of Tianhaizong who was wearing a blue robe scolded with a cold face: "Young man, you are too cruel! Kong Hai is a true disciple of my Tianhaizong. You cut off his three fingers and made his body crippled. Yayu broke his path to martial arts."

"Elder, help me kill him! Kill him!" Kong Hai saw hope.

Having personally experienced the horror of the congenital profound soldiers, he did not dare to pounce on Fang Ping, but the elder Tianhaizong is a super strong man in the congenital realm, relying on the suppression of the great realm, he will definitely be able to suppress and kill Fang Ping.

"Is it ruthless? I have shown mercy with this sword." Fang Ping replied calmly.

"Presumptuous!" The elder of the Tianhai Sect was completely enraged. It would be fine if Kong Hai was an ordinary disciple. A true disciple is of great significance to any martial arts sect. If he does not seek justice for Kong Hai, it will be a shame I'm afraid this matter will become a talking point in the world.

Others would say that he had cultivated a true disciple of Tianhaizong so hard, cut off three fingers with a single sword, and passed it on like this, which would have a great impact on Tianhaizong's prestige.

"He cut off three fingers of your disciple with one sword. There is indeed something wrong with him, but he was not the one who struck first. He was just forced to fight back. Your Excellency is an elder of the sect, an innately strong person, and he attacked a junior. It's disrespectful." Sikong Hu said suddenly, obviously protecting Fang Ping, and he was counting on Fang Ping to marry him.

Fang Ping didn't care, at this moment, he could be a little more arrogant, after all, he had obtained a peerless weapon like the Xiantian Xuanbing, and a congenital powerhouse like the elder of Tianhaizong, that's all.

"Well, Master Sikong is right. I don't think that kid did anything wrong. You Tian Haizong can't be too domineering."

Cao Jiao spoke unexpectedly, the words of him, the number one expert in Fenglin Prefecture, still carry a lot of weight.

"It's the elder's fault! Hmph!" Elder Tianhaizong walked away in a huff.

Kong Hai, who was still waiting for the elders of the Tianhai Sect to kill Fang Ping, looked at Fang Ping with deep hatred in his unwillingness, "You wait, I will not avenge this revenge, I swear I will not be human, one day I will let you You pay a hundred times the price!"

"Okay, I'll wait." Fang Ping remembered this person, and he would never forget it when he turned into ashes. Fang Ping would not have the heart of a virgin for such an idiot who jumped out to seek death, suffered a loss and felt resentful.

"Farewell, farewell!" People from the rivers and lakes in front of the sword casting hall left one after another.

"Boy, you can subdue the Xiantian Xuanbing. It shows that you are talented and have great potential. If you report your name, Cao will know it well!" Cao Jiao didn't leave in a hurry, his eyes were fixed on Fang Ping's body.

If he hadn't spoken before, Elder Haizong might have shot at him that day. Although Fang Ping was fearless, he avoided a trouble because of it; "Fang Ping."

"Brother Fang Ping, I live in the inner city of Fenglin Mansion. If you are free or encounter any trouble, you can come to Cao's house to find me." Cao Jiao's words revealed the intention of making friends .

When only Sikong Hu and Fang Ping were left outside the sword casting hall, the atmosphere gradually became awkward.

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Fang Ping sighed, and said, "Sikong Manor wants me to marry into Jian Jian Villa. I can understand that you don't want to hand over this innate mysterious weapon to outsiders."

"Naturally, I don't want to. This Xiantian Xuanbing is a peerless divine weapon that has been handed down from the ancestors of my Zhujian Villa until now. It was only forged in the generation of the owner of the villa. In the depths, the first generation of ancestors still left a legacy. What is the legacy? , I can't tell you for now!"

"Why don't you arrange for me to meet the Second Miss first?" Fang Ping thought to himself, Fang Ping was plain-looking, and Fang Ying said he was not good-looking, so the Second Miss of Jianjian Villa might not like him.

"Yes!" Sikong Hu led Fang Ping to the pavilion several hundred meters away.

The door creaked open.

"Father."

Sikong Jian saluted Sikonghu first, then raised his head, with complex eyes, forced a smile and said: "Little sister is inside, you can talk slowly."

Fang Ping hesitated for a moment, but he still lifted his foot and entered the pavilion.

After walking down the stairs and going up to the third floor, Fang Ping saw a beautiful figure standing in front of the railing with his back turned to him.

When the girl turned her head, she had a pretty face, and she opened her mouth and said, "Do you still remember me, the little thief who stole peaches!"

Fang Ping was stunned for a while, then laughed dumbly and said, "I said it was a misunderstanding, you are the second lady of this Zhujian Villa? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The girl was the one who appeared in Taoyuan that day and had a brief contact with Fang Ping.

"Why did I tell you? You didn't tell me that you can subdue the Xiantian Xuanbing!"

Speaking of Sikong Li, a rosy glow flew over her bright and charming cheeks. According to her father's instructions, whoever subdues the Xiantian Xuanbing will enter the Jianjian Villa. That is to say, the peach thief in front of him, It's her future husband-in-law, and she's ready to sacrifice herself. Fang Ping looks plain, but he looks pretty good, and he's easy to get along with.

"Second Miss, Fang feels that we are all martial arts practitioners, and what we should pursue throughout our lives is to climb to the pinnacle of martial arts. Especially for women, marriage should be in their own hands. For the rest of my life, I may regret it too late." Fang Ping took a deep breath, and narrated every word.

"You don't want to marry me?" Si Kongli immediately heard the meaning behind the young man's words.

"The Xiantian Xuanbing cannot be passed on to outsiders. I thought about it and found a way to solve it. Let's sworn brothers and sisters, call your eldest brother together, and we will be called brothers and sisters from now on. What do you think?"

Fang Ping didn't explain, but just expressed his thoughts.

Sikong Li froze in place, she couldn't turn her head around, Fang Ping didn't want to marry her, but wanted to be sworn brothers with her.

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"Father, what do you think about the conversation between my little sister and that guy, do you want me to listen to the movement?"