Time is like water, years are like a shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed.
"The last portion of red corn rice!"
Fang Yuan raised his neck and drank the last of the red jade rice porridge, feeling a warm air flow all over his body.
He looked at his attribute column.
"Hmm... The fourth level of Black Sand Palm, has the proficiency reached 99%?"
Even though Hua Hu Mao had recognized that he had the ability to go to the Land of Spiritual Fertility, Fang Yuan still wanted to add a little more insurance for himself.
After more than ten days of hard work, he not only practiced Black Sand Palm to the peak, but also started to master the Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt. Because the first four levels had already been broken and his foundation was strong, it was almost impossible to practice at the beginning. It is overwhelming.
"Unlike Black Sand Palm, Iron Cloth Shirt's defense is very comprehensive and balanced. There are bound to be dangers in the land of spiritual fertilizer. There is no harm in having another hard skill to protect yourself!"
Fang Yuan murmured, then suddenly took action: "Flower Fox Marten!"
"Hiss!"
Along with a neighing sound, a white shadow suddenly appeared in the field, and it turned out to be a fox and marten.
But facing Fang Yuan's invitation to fight, it seemed a little afraid.
After all, in these days of sparring, Fang Yuan's "craziness" really scared it, and being swept by the poisonous wind of the Black Sand Palm was not a very comfortable thing.
"Haha... next time when the spiritual rice matures, I will give you all you can eat, how about it?"
When Fang Yuan saw this, he immediately used the red jade rice to seduce him.
"Hiss!"
Seeing this, the flower fox marten immediately opened its eyes and flew forward.
"Well done!"
Fang Yuan was fearless and responded calmly. His hands seemed to turn into black windmills, and he shot out a series of palms, bringing up a black whirlwind.
"Whoop!!!"
I don’t know how long it took, but the flower fox and marten gave a strange cry, jumped out of the battle circle, and looked at the figure in the center with some trepidation.
"It turns out... the fifth level of Black Sand Palm is a return to nature!"
Fang Yuan looked at his hands.
He saw that his hands, which had been bulging with veins, suddenly returned to their original color, with a pure white and crystal color. Not only the palms, but also the arms that had grown stronger now became slender.
But he could still feel the amazing inner energy surging in his meridians and acupuncture points.
Although it seems to be back to normal, the lethality is several times greater than on the fourth floor!
He looked at the attribute column and saw that the description of Black Sand Palm there had completely changed:
"Black Sand Palm [Fifth Level] - The outer sect skill has reached its peak state, returning to its original nature. The flesh palm is stronger than steel, and its power can shatter gold and jade. It comes with enhanced toxins and strengthened inner breath!"
"Inner breath?!"
Fang Yuan could indeed feel that the inner breath, which was hotter than before, filled his hands, followed along his arms, chest, and all the way to his lower abdomen, as if forming a small furnace, in which something was being gestated.
"After the inner breath, it condenses into a rope, which is the internal force! This is also the essence of the sixth level of injury gate... However, once the breakthrough fails, the whole body will be injured, and death is possible!"
At this point in martial arts, we have entered the deep water area. If we are not careful, there is a danger of shipwreck and death.
"but now… "
Fang Yuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Click!
As the furnace in his lower abdomen rolled, an obvious barrier was broken.
"The fifth level of martial arts is completed!"
At this time, Fang Yuan had been practicing martial arts for less than two months, but he had already broken through five levels in a row, which was simply incomparable to any genius!
"This is mainly due to the proficiency of the system. Of course, the help of red jade rice, spiritual tea, etc. is also indispensable!"
Fang Yuan was not complacent and looked at his attributes:
"Name: Fang Yuan
Fine: 2.7
Qi: 2.5
God: 1.5
Age: 18
Cultivation level: fifth level of martial arts
Skills: Black Sand Palm [Fifth Level], Eagle Claw Iron Shirt [Three Levels]
Specialties: Medical Skills [Level 2], Implantation Skills [Level 3]"
"Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt - practice both internal and external skills. It is complete and can be practiced to the twelve levels of perfection. After the completion, the whole body will be like an iron cloth, invulnerable to water and fire, hard to be hurt by swords, and comes with the inner strength of the eagle claw! Currently it is the third floor!"
"As I progressed through the martial arts levels, the increase became even more terrifying. Just the fifth level gave me an increase of 0.5 in essence and energy, but it's a pity... there is no divine essence..."
At this time, Fang Yuan also discovered that this divine essence seemed to be the most difficult one to improve among the three flowers of essence, energy and spirit.
The reason why he was able to make rapid progress in the past was probably entirely due to the effects of Asking the Soul Tea and Zaowang Tea Ceremony.
"The further you go in martial arts, the more difficult it becomes. If you break through the barrier, it is easy to have backlash. And the subsequent shocks are laborious and exhausting. The test is probably the warrior's divine energy. Shocking God! Shocking God! Once the warrior's divine energy is weak, he will be frightened. It only takes a matter of minutes for the door to bite back and turn into a lunatic and a demented person... "
With the Soul Returning Art and the Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt, Fang Yuan no longer had any doubts about the twelve levels of the Golden Lock Chonglou.
Of course, in terms of thrills, these two levels are not as good as the last of the three dangerous levels - the death level!
Even if the Shangmen and Jingmen fail to break through and suffer backlash, there is still a possibility of survival. As long as they are alive, there is hope and they can be cured!
But death is not an achievement, and there is absolutely no chance of a comeback!
Because of this, even Song Zhong, a veteran martial arts master, would not dare to reach such a level without being 100% sure!
"There is also Zhou Tong, who is clearly at the top of the fifth level, and has the Iron Cloth Shirt secret book in hand, but he doesn't dare to sprint towards the wounding gate... With such a character, this life will come to an end!"
Fang Yuan shook his head with disdain.
Is there anyone more stupid than this person who possesses the secrets of magical skills but dare not practice them
Even though Zhou Tong has his own difficulties, such as the glory of the Zhou family, it all depends on him and cannot be damaged in the slightest.
But the price is that now, when you meet a real martial arts master, you can only deal with it with fear and let others take advantage of you.
"However, according to the observations and speculations of many seniors in the book and myself, these three dangers may seem scary, but the actual test is the physical fitness of the warrior... If the three flowers of energy, energy and spirit are abundant, the so-called three dangers are just a broad road. !”
It is precisely because of this that Fang Yuancai is determined to obtain spiritual fertilizer.
Only with enough spiritual tea and spiritual rice can he push his energy and spirit to an appalling level and break through the bottleneck of the three dangerous levels in one fell swoop.
"Just in time, get ready to leave today!"
Fang Yuan carried a bamboo basket, called the flower fox and marten, and came outside the valley.
In the original Zhou family camp, Zhou Wenxin's figure had disappeared.
"The servants of the Zhou family came the day before and brought news about Song Zhong. He didn't seem to be particularly crazy. Mr. Zhou was a little relieved. In addition, Miss Zhou was tortured to the point of breaking her bones and she was stalked and beaten. Come on, I finally went back, that’s fine, and you won’t cause me any trouble!”
Fang Yuan was wearing a green shirt and he breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, they are all members of the same sect. Song Zhonglin lost his son in old age and frantically took revenge on his former enemies, but after all, he still had the last bit of fear and did not dare to take the risk of serious disapproval.
Otherwise, no matter how powerful he is, he is still just an elder of Gui Ling Sect, and no one can control him.
"There are definitely not many traces left by me. As long as my martial arts skills at this time are not exposed, especially the cultivation of Black Sand Palm, a few people can doubt me..."
Fang Yuan was still very relieved about this.
The safer the Zhou family is, the safer he is too.
And as long as it delays enough time for him to fully grow up, what does it matter
"This time... it's all up to you, Hua Miao!"
Fang Yuan touched the head of the flower fox and marten. One person and one animal quickly got into the jungle and disappeared in an instant.
…
Aoba Castle.
"waste!"
Following Song Zhong's angry shout, Song San immediately vomited blood and flew backwards, rolling on the ground in embarrassment.
"I want information on all the black sand palm masters in the county. You spent so long and you only have this little clue..."
Song Zhong stepped out, looking at Song San who was still vomiting blood, the expression on his face became serious.
"Master, spare your life!"
Song San kowtowed and begged for mercy: "The spread of Black Sand Palm is too wide. Besides, there are several poisonous palms similar to it... Disciple feels..."
boom!
Before he could finish his words, he received another heavy kick: "Are you saying that Yujie's identification was wrong? His vision is wrong?"
"Disciple, I don't dare!"
Song San clutched his chest, not even daring to cry out in pain: "...Junior brother, of course, my discernment is correct, but those servants made mistakes while busy and misheard something. It's possible... Master, please give me a little more time!"
"Humph, get out!"
Following Song Zhong's roar, Song San immediately rolled on the ground and fled out of the yard in panic. But after turning around, there was a haze in his eyes.
"Master!"
After Song San left, a female disciple Tingting came in and bowed respectfully to Song Zhong: "Disciple, I will make arrangements according to your instructions. Zhou Tong has already relaxed his vigilance and recalled his former disciples..."
"very good!"
When Song Zhong heard this, his expression finally softened a little, but he looked even more mysterious: "When his precious son comes back, he will catch them all!"
"It's just... Master, the Zhou family is not as good as the Kou family. After all, they are members of my sect! And we can also confirm that when Junior Brother Yujie died, he was suffering from the poison of his lover's drunkenness. It had nothing to do with it..."
There was a hint of hesitation on the female apprentice's face.
"… so what?"
Song Zhong squinted his eyes and asked: "Do you think I don't know? It's just his lover who is drunk, or it's our handiwork. Recently, he has been actively contacting the elders of his lineage, saying that I have made this place miserable for the people... "
"If I don't kill this chicken as a warning to others, what else can I do?"
The female disciple fell silent immediately after hearing this.
After a long time, he said: "If this happens, wouldn't it mean that he is extirpating himself from the sect?"
"hehe… "
Song Zhong smiled secretly: "Who said that the Zhou family was destroyed by my own hands? It was entirely the fault of a passing one-legged thief. Anyway, as long as there is no evidence, who would punish an elder for a mere outside deacon? ?”
"crazy!"
When the female disciple heard this, she couldn't help but feel excited, knowing that since the death of her beloved son, the master has become more and more extreme.
"Jie'er..."
Song Zhong didn't notice it at all, and was still talking to himself: "Don't worry, none of the things you hate will be able to escape, and whatever you like, dad will also send it to you specially..."
The sunlight scattered, and half of the shadow shone on Song Zhong's face, like a devil dancing wildly...