Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Looking at Fang Ping's back that was drifting away, hundreds of people from all walks of life stared at each other in bewilderment. Before that, they naively thought that they could swarm up and kill Fang Ping and seize the Xiantian Xuanbing. It can be seen that after seeing Fang Ping's innate and invincible terrifying face, everyone suddenly realized that this is a monster!

The true qi is released outwards, condensed into an armor more than an inch thick, such a thick and abundant inner strength of true qi, even the super strong in the innate realm, few people can do it.

To become armored with zhenqi depends on the vigorous quality of zhenqi internal force, which is similar to martial arts talent.

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The stars on the dome are dim, only the bright moon shines brightly.

Fang Ping hadn't walked very far before he encountered a real crisis.

A dozen or so figures stood side by side blocking Fang Ping's way, and their cultivation bases were all in the category of pseudo-innate realm. Among them, Fang Ping had never seen in Zhujian Villa, and the rest had appeared in Zhujian Villa before. The ugly gray-robed old man whose teeth were about to fall out, he had appeared in the Sword Forging Villa before, but stopped at the second test.

"Now it's a good show. A dozen pseudo-innate-level powerhouses attack together, even if they can't break through his true energy armor, they can deal with it. After a long time, this kid will exhaust his internal energy. At that time , we have another chance."

"The mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind! When they both lose, it's time for me to reap the benefits of the fisherman."

The hundreds of gangsters who had let Fang Ping go before their eyes, followed up and saw the scene of Fang Ping being blocked by more than a dozen pseudo-innate-level powerhouses, and they all stood up again.

"Seventeen pseudo-innate-level experts, you can ask me to stretch my muscles and bones a little bit." Fang Ping muttered to himself, clenched his fists, without any communication or pulling, he kicked his feet, and the spine on his back revived. The bones of the whole body screamed, and the blood roared, and his body turned into a cannonball and appeared in front of a pseudo-innate realm powerhouse across a hundred meters away.

The fist filled with qi and blood was as red as jade and as big as a cattail leaf fan. The force it unleashed was overwhelming and shattered the air around the pseudo-innate realm powerhouse. The air waves formed rolled up a gravel storm several feet high on the ground. .

"Brave bull magic!"

A middle-aged man with the appearance of a pseudo-Innate Realm powerhouse, his pupils contracted into pinholes. Fang Ping's speed was too fast, and he was caught in front of him in an instant. It was too late to dodge, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet. Dantian Zhenqi circulated around the big acupoints all over his body, elevating his figure by more than a foot, and the palm of his hand was like a cow's hoof to meet Fang Ping's blood-filled right fist, which was as red as jade.

With a loud bang, the ground was torn apart like heaven and earth, followed by a scream, the arm of the man in the pseudo-innate realm was shattered, and flesh and blood flew across, exposing the bones covered with cracks underneath.

"Too weak." Fang Ping took a deep breath like a giant whale sucking water, evacuating the air in all directions. Between the brows of the pseudo-innate realm man.

"I..." The pupils of the pseudo-innate realm powerhouse dilated, with horror and remorse remaining on his face, he fell unwillingly into a pool of blood.

Before and after ten breaths, Fang Ping crushed and killed a pseudo-innate strong man. His majestic and huge body was reflected in the eyes of many people in the Jianghu scene, and once made everyone tremble with fear.

Chapter 188;

The soft and peaceful moonlight suddenly became icy cold.

The corpse in the pool of blood was a pseudo-innate-level strongman, who could be regarded as a top-notch expert in Jianghu, but such a top-level expert, under Fang Ping's attack, did not survive a round and died He fell into a pool of blood on the spot.

In the distance, hundreds of people from the rivers and lakes were silent, and many people were shocked and speechless.

"Be careful, this kid's combat power is extraordinary!"

"That's right, the one who can subdue the Xiantian Xuanbing must have the appearance of a monster!"

More than a dozen pseudo-innate-level experts looked at each other and realized the reality, that is, what they were going to face was not an ordinary warrior, but a vicious monster covered in thorns.

"Burning God's Palm!" A pseudo-Innate Realm powerhouse attacked Fang Ping first. The print on his palm was as red as a branding iron, and the scorching true energy gushed out like a tide. The terrifying temperature could boil a pool of clear water mist.

At the scene, more than a dozen pseudo-innate-level powerhouses followed closely behind, and they practiced different martial arts.

Bang bang bang!Boom boom boom!

Sword Qi, Sword Qi, Fist Strength, Palm Strength.

The offensive of more than a dozen pseudo-innate-level powerhouses attacked Fang Ping's body from all directions, and the ground where Fang Ping was located collapsed and sank under the unbearable weight.The waves of sand and gravel blowing up would overturn the boundless land. When the dust and ashes dispersed, Fang Ping stood there unscathed. armor.

The transparent armor, dotted with brilliant blue patterns like jewels, covered Fang Ping's body with jagged rays, blocking the attacks of more than a dozen fake innate realm experts for him.

To be honest, Fang Ping didn't pay attention to the dozen or so pseudo-innate-level powerhouses from the beginning to the end.

The tortoise's breath zhenqi bred by the superb tortoise's breath exhalation technique, after condensing into the "mist true qi armor", the defense power has reached an unimaginable stage, just like the old man in yellow robe outside the Wuluozong ruins. Such a congenital powerhouse who has just entered the congenital realm would not be able to break through the "mist true energy armor" that Fang Ping condensed today.

The gap in strength was clear at a glance. The dozens of pseudo-innate-level powerhouses couldn't hurt Fang Ping at all, and when Fang Ping made a move, the world trembled as if possessed by a god or demon.

I saw Fang Ping disappear in place. When he appeared, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the throat of a pseudo-innate strong man. The latter wanted to escape, but how could he escape? A bloody, hot throat.

When he turned around, Fang Ping pounced on the next target. His palm was like a knife, and he slashed down with the intention of a knife. There was a half-foot-long bloody gash on the body of the pseudo-Innate Realm expert below. Intestines flowed all over the place.

"monster!"

"In front of him, the strong pseudo-innate realm is as fragile as a child. Is this evildoer still a human?"

The hundreds of Jianghu people in the distance were not only shocked, but those with brains were already oiled on the soles of their feet and slipped away.

"Ice Power!"

This is an old man in green clothes. His true energy is as piercing as ten thousand years of ice. After it is emitted, it freezes the "mist true energy armor" outside Fang Ping's body tens of meters away.

Chi Chi Chi

The "foggy true qi armor" that can resist all attacks, rebound, absorb, and dissolve the inner force of true qi freezes quickly on the surface, but it just falls off in an instant, as if it is flowing water, which cannot be frozen.

"How could it be that this old man has cultivated this "Ice Strength" for 40 years. Generally, martial artists of the same level can't hold a few breaths under my "Ice Strength". How did he cultivate to this level at such a young age?" The old man in Tsing Yi's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he saw Fang Ping go on a rampage, knocking down two fake Innate Realm powerhouses along the way, and rushed to him.

The strength of the old man in Tsing Yi can be regarded as one of the strongest among the seventeen Pseudo-Innate Realm powerhouses, but seeing Fang Ping's majestic figure rushing towards his eyes, his face was ashen with fright, his blood was congealed, and his mouth Begging for mercy in a panic; "...Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding...The old man will leave immediately."

"Let's go now, don't you think it's too late?" Fang Ping used his body as a furnace to nourish all kinds of scriptures. His body was shining brightly, and the golden blood in his body was about to move, ready to swim all over his body at any time. He swept out with a knife in his hand, carrying The artistic conception of the sword, the artistic conception of the sword.

Ordinary warriors can only comprehend one kind of artistic conception in their whole life. Warriors who can comprehend multiple artistic conceptions are rare. Fang Ping is also able to comprehend three kinds of artistic conception by relying on the astonishing health-preserving technique of raising stoves. The artistic conception of martial arts.

Wow

The palm that fell into the eyes of the old man in Tsing Yi seemed not to be made of flesh and blood, but a heavenly sword that shattered the sky and broke the earth with one mouthful. The old man in Tsing Yi circulated his whole body of true energy to resist, but he did not block the force of the blow, which tore his body apart.

When the wind blew, half of the body of the old man in blue fell to the left and half to the right.

Just like that, Fang Ping beheaded another pseudo-innate-level expert.

"Invincible!" A pseudo-Innate Realm powerhouse turned pale, gave up his dignity and fled into the depths of the night.

Fang Ping chased after him, and returned to the original place with a head in his hand in the blink of an eye.

"This kid wants to kill them all?"

A pseudo-Innate Realm expert asked while swallowing his saliva.

"Little brother...the god is majestic, and his combat power is unmatched. Tonight, I was deceived by lard. Please, little brother, hold your hand high and let me go."

The pseudo-innate-level strongman lowered his head greedily and fearful of death, begging Fang Ping to give him a way out.

Fang Ping shook his head indifferently, he had to compare his heart with his heart in everything, and if Fang Ping fell into a disadvantage and became a prisoner, would these guys feel pity and hold their hands high?

"That is to say, you really want to kill them all, leaving no room?"

"Fight him!"

A pseudo-innate-level expert waved a steel knife hoarsely. Layers of knife energy rolled towards Fang Ping like a wave. A lot of ripples were created, but they couldn't break through the defense of the "foggy true energy armor", everything was in vain.

Fang Pingru was wearing an armor that was invulnerable to swords, guns, water and fire, and walked forward in the storm. He approached the pseudo-innate realm powerhouse a few steps away, twisted the opponent's neck, grabbed the steel knife in his hand, and held it in his hand. Kneading the iron lump like a ball of paper, threw it towards a pseudo-innate-level strong man in the distance.

The pseudo-innate-level powerhouse who escaped the iron lump looked up and saw a big hand slapped on his celestial spirit cover like a mountain pressing down on him.

"Flee separately!"

The few pseudo-innate realm experts who were alive fled in different directions tacitly.

Fang Ping disappeared in place without saying a word, and returned to the place covered in blood after a while.

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189 chapter;

A desolate and tragic air rushed straight to the three souls and seven souls and devoured hundreds of people from the Jianghu. Although they didn't see the scene of blood flowing into rivers and piles of corpses like mountains.

However, everyone that Fang Ping killed was a top expert in the pseudo-innate realm, and those who could cultivate to this level were expected to step into the innate realm, but in Fang Ping's hands, there was no room for resistance and struggle .

Looking up, Fang Ping was covered in blood, but the blood came from the pseudo-innate-level powerhouse he beheaded, and his tall and majestic body did not have the slightest scar.

"It's getting late, if you don't make a move, Fang will leave."

Fang Ping shouted like Hong Zhong Dalu, and in the dead of night, his voice could be heard clearly for miles around.

Not long after the urging sound fell, Fang Ping rushed towards Fenglin Mansion City.

Fang Ping, who entered the Fenglin Mansion City, did not notice that someone was following him behind him, and hundreds of people from the Jianghu were also left far away by him. Out of caution, Fang Ping went round and round in the outer city for several hours. When the sun rose the next day, Fang Ping returned to Qinghefang with a sigh of relief.

"A strong man without an innate realm made a move, but this is only temporary. Originally, he planned to practice in Fenglin Mansion City for a period of time. Now it seems that the plan can't keep up with the changes, and he has to leave early."

Fang Ping climbed over the courtyard wall talking to himself and entered the courtyard.

Fang Ying was still sound asleep, Li Rou woke up early, boiled water in the kitchen to cook porridge, and prepared breakfast for Fang Ying. When Fang Ping came back, she was overjoyed. All her worries were turned into joy at this moment.

Hearing the movement, Fang Ying also came out of the room, and shouted with a dazed face, "Second Brother, Second Brother is back?"

"Well, I'm back, and I've grown taller again." Fang Ping patted Xiao Nizi's head with a gentle smile, and said in surprise, "Breakthrough?"

After he walked for two months, Fang Ying actually broke through to the eighth-rank Iron Bone Realm.

"That's right, I broke through half a month ago." Fang Ying raised her chin without any sleepiness.

The second elder brother only entered martial arts at the age of 15, and she, Fang Ying, entered the martial arts at the age of eight, and now she has broken through to the eighth-rank Iron Bone Realm, what does this mean?Her talent and potential are still higher than Fang Ping!

After a few breaths, Fang Ying frowned, why didn't she praise him?This is different from what she imagined. Shouldn't the second brother praise her in shock? For example, she did a great job. She deserves to be my sister, Fang Ping. She is so proud...

Fang Ping also noticed that Xiao Nizi raised her face, waiting for her to praise her, but he is not in the mood right now. When it comes to talent, Xiao Nizi is nothing special. Up to the eighth grade of martial arts, it was all paved by Fang Ping, the elder brother. If Fang Ping hadn't provided meat supplements, elixir, and the turtle's breath, Fang Ying would not have achieved what she is today.

"Mother will cook for you."

"En." Fang Ping nodded.

"Second brother, where have you been for so long?"

Fang Ying washed her face pretendingly, and pestered Fang Ping with questions.

"I went outside the city, and there is a peach garden there. The trees are full of peaches. They are big and sweet. I wanted to bring you some back, but they rotted after a long time." Fang Ping replied absent-mindedly.

"It's okay, just take me with you next time. Second brother, what kind of treasure is in the box behind you, can you take it out for me to have a look?" The sword box behind Fang Ping.

"Okay." Fang Ping opened the sword box, revealing the congenital Xuanbing who has not yet recovered, but also has an amazing hostility. The thirteen eyes sleeping outside the sword are vivid, and the dark red blood spots on the edge seem to be stained with blood. Fresh blood going up.

Fang Ying felt her heart skip a beat when she glanced at it, her face turned pale.

Casting Sword Villa.

Two figures stood in front of the gate of the villa, blowing the cold wind all night.

After seeing a figure coming back from a distance, the two brothers and sisters greeted him back and forth, "Father."

Sikong Hu hummed, recalling what happened last night, he was still a little bit embarrassed at this moment, and said with emotion: "That kid has already left, last night he went all out and killed [-] pseudo Xiantian realm strong."

"The third brother is brave and invincible! Did he use the Xiantian Xuanbing? That's right."

Sikong Hu glared at his son, "Sitting in the well and looking at the sky, don't you hear that there are people outside the world? That boy is an evildoer who can subdue the Xiantian Xuanbing. With the means to ignore all the attacks and kills of the nineteen fake innate realm powerhouses, this son's talent is even more terrifying than what his father thought."

"What does dad mean to say that the third brother killed nineteen fake Xiantian realm experts without using the Xiantian Xuanbing?" Sikong Li took a breath, "No wonder he is so confident, if he uses the Xiantian Xuanbing, He may be able to challenge the innate warrior."

Sikong Jian nodded in embarrassment, "It's the child who sits in the well and watches the sky. A person like the third brother is definitely not a thing in the pond."

Sikong Hu was in a depressed mood. His pair of children still didn't fully understand Fang Ping's horror, and only by witnessing the scene of how Fang Ping crushed and fought fiercely could he truly feel how terrifying the young man's martial arts talent is. , he even suspected that Fang Ping hadn't used all his strength last night.

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noon.

Fang Ping walked out the door, his bones cracked and twisted, and when he walked out of the alley of Qinghefang, he turned into a young man over 1.8 meters tall.

From the appearance alone, it is very different from Fang Ping's original appearance. This method of changing the appearance of the body through the dislocation of bones is easy for powerful warriors. The difficult thing is how to change a person's breath .

In a square in the inner city where a large number of caravans gathered, Fang Ping asked someone. There was a large-scale caravan going to the "Guangling Mansion" bordering Fenglin Mansion. The caravan consisted of more than 500 people. The guards are all high-grade martial artists, and there are also martial arts masters of the third-rank level leading the caravan. The owner of the caravan is the Qiu family of Fenglin Prefecture.

Fang Ping immediately approached the old butler of the Qiu family who was leading this group of caravans, and said that he was going to Guangling Mansion too, and wanted to set off with the caravan.

The old butler of the Qiu family is over 60 years old, but he is physically strong and has martial arts cultivation. He looked at Fang Ping shrewdly, "If you want to set off with the caravan, it depends on your identity, whether you want to contribute or pay. .”

There are many thieves and bandits in the wasteland, and the caravan has a large number of people, and they all have a history behind them, which can avoid a lot of troubles, which leads to many pedestrians wanting to join the caravan, but the caravan does not support idlers, they either contribute money or work hard.

"Come on, I'm a third-rank martial artist, good at fighting people." Fang Ping said without blushing.

"Okay, the caravan will leave tomorrow." The old butler of the Qiu family agreed. A third-rank martial artist is quite useful.

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Chapter 1 Ninety;

"Leave at the first hour of the morning tomorrow."

Fang Ping wrote down the time. If he was alone, he would naturally act vigorously and come and go freely, but he was not alone from the beginning to the end. This time, because of the innate mysterious soldiers, he had to change his plan and leave Fenglin City ahead of schedule. , if it was a person, Fang Ping left last night, but he still has to take his mother and sister with him.

With the cover of the caravan, it can somewhat reduce some troubles.