Inside the quiet room.
Fang Xian is standing.
His posture at this time was very strange. It was neither a dragon nor a tiger, nor was it in the shape of a snake, crane, and monkey. Instead, he stood casually like an ordinary person, occasionally stretching his body and stretching his waist.
"I shape fist!"
"'I' is my heart like a knife, cutting through all obstacles, and 'shape' is the human body! Explore the mysteries of the human body!"
The five-shaped boxer's method is natural, and he has a very high intention to obtain that trace of charm from the forms of various beasts.
"But the human body is a great treasure!"
"Also, the martial artist will not become a beast in the end after learning, so all kinds of shapes and meanings will eventually be attributed to the original person!"
Fang Xian closed his eyes slightly, and with every move, the strength and energy in all parts of the body were continuously integrated.
Whether it is the tiger's strength, the flying crane's strength, or even the unique strength brought by the three shapes of dragon, snake, and monkey, they are constantly integrated, but it is difficult to penetrate.
"The admiral's breath is soothing through his head, his feet are swayed, his claws are thrown together, his elbows are raised, palms are turned, and his hips are down.
"It is difficult to unify the strength of the five-shaped boxing, and it is precisely the lack of the last sixth form - I-shaped strength!"
Fang Xian closed his eyes and meditated, as if seeing his translucent body in front of him.
A brand new strength is added to the five-shape fist strength, based on itself, to accommodate the five strengths.
The six energies are combined into one, transforming into a brand-new strength, roaming the whole body and reaching the limbs and bones.
"This new strength can be named 'Hunyuan Strength'!"
Fang Xian felt that her body seemed to be wrapped in warm spring water, and she was sweating constantly.
Not only that, his body was abruptly pulled up a bit, his muscles bulged, and the curves on his body became extremely perfect.
At this moment, his five senses and six senses seemed to have improved to varying degrees.
"This is... the completion of horizontal training, automatic tendons and marrow washing?"
"I have reached the peak of the acquired martial artist, and further progress is innate!"
"It doesn't seem... not too difficult!"
Although Fang Xian felt that if he went to practice the "Sapphire Heart Method" at this time, he would be 90% sure that he would cultivate his true energy, but he did not do it.
This is a foolish thing to buy caskets in return!
At this stage, as long as it is natural and the blood is perfect, you can practice martial arts and enter the innate.
"It's just a little dirty..."
He sniffed his arm, shook his head, went to the tub next door, and started rinsing his body.
As the steam evaporated, Fang Xian's eyes flashed:
…
[Talent: Eye of Dongxuan]
[Hunyuan Strength: Dacheng]
…
"Five-shaped boxing and I-shaped boxing six in one, become Hunyuan Jin?"
"This mentally retarded golden finger finally moved?"
Fang Xian's expression changed slightly, recalling the scene where he created his own shape fist, and finally integrated the power to combine the six powers into one.
"It seems... a little too smooth. Although I already have inspiration, the subsequent difficult barriers are all rushed through. Is there the help of the golden finger?"
He thought about it for a long time and had no idea, so he could only put these aside.
…
a few days later.
Fang Xian walked out of the inn.
He was extremely sensitive at this time, and suddenly felt several gazes falling on him.
"So many stalkers, I really look down on me..."
"The patience of Wuxingmen and the Zhang family is about to be exhausted, right? If I continue to shrink back, even if there are other forces in the city paying attention to me, maybe they will directly kill me..."
Fang Xian, dressed in a blue shirt, suddenly smiled and walked towards the city gate.
In an instant, I don't know how many spies hurried back to report.
"I'm swaggering out of the city now, which is tantamount to putting myself on the stove, which can be called death..."
In fact, offended Wuxingmen and Zhang family, there is still a way to survive.
After all, his strength is amazing at such a young age, and he is likely to be advanced in the future, and has investment value.
Whether it is the 'cold family', or the declining government, the Golden Wind Drizzle Building and other forces, they are all likely to accept themselves.
But Fang Xian was really tired of these gossips.
"And... these days, I have adjusted my state to the peak, and the blood qi is boiling to perfection, and the true qi is naturally generated, but it is still a layer of film, and it can't be broken..."
"Judging from the various legends of masters I've read before, I'm lacking in battle... Chu Kuangren is also constantly relying on battles to support battles, making rapid progress. This is not madness, and it won't survive!"
"Six strengths in one, metamorphosis and mixed essence, after Yi Jin washes the marrow, I don't even know how strong I am! Five-shape gate will probably send an innate expert this time! I should be able to run away if I can't beat it."
Fang Xian's thoughts kept going, and he came to the gate of the city.
"Fang Shaoxia, I'm from the Leng family."
There, there was already a middle-aged steward waiting with a confident face: "The government does not dare to interfere, now in the entire county, only my family can keep you... as long as you..."
Fang Xian didn't even look at it, just walked by like a stranger.
The middle-aged steward was left hanging there, his face turned blue and white, and he flicked his sleeves after a long time: "Humph! This son is really crazy, and there is no cure!"
…
Fang Xian walked out of the city and quickly found a mountain forest and got in.
Although he wants to break through by fighting, he is not courting death!
If you are surrounded by a large number of Wuxingmen warriors on a flat land, and then cooperate with war horses and sharpshooters... then the innate masters may not be able to please.
On the contrary, using the complex and rugged terrain, with the eyesight of his [Eye of the Profound Cave], even if he jumped off a cliff, he would still be able to survive.
He had been a hunter since he was a child, and had a lot of experience in the jungle, and disappeared into the depths in a blink of an eye.
A moment later, outside the forest, hooves rumbled.
"Dismount... chase!"
Ao Xiong brought Zhao Yi, Gong Hufa and others to the edge of the forest, his face ashen.
…
three days later.
Fang Xian was lying on the grass, like a predatory tiger.
Using the terrain to deal with and lure, he fought against the pursuers several times in the past few days, and figured out the number and strength of the opponent.
Now, it's time to harvest!
"This time, the kid must be slashed with a thousand swords. The deputy hall master..."
A voice from far to near is the palace protector!
"Don't call me the deputy hall master, I've already been fired..." Zhao Yi's face was gloomy, his injuries were aching, and occasionally he used the long sword in his hand to push through the grass.
He was extremely regretful.
Why bother with that kid? Just for this incompetent guy in front of you
Unfortunately, it's too late.
And the palace guardian was still chattering, which made him even more disgusted.
Suddenly, Zhao Yi's ears moved and heard a terrible evil wind.
Whoosh!
A shadow jumped out of the grass, with its hands open, like a hungry tiger swooping in for food!
"It's him!"
Zhao Yi blocked with his long sword, causing a sharp pain in his right hand. He couldn't help but retreat again and again, and his heart became even more awe-inspiring. Couldn't he be able to hold up even a single move on this junior
The next moment, he saw Fang Xian save and grab his right shoulder, like a hungry tiger tearing a sheep, the small half of his body was directly torn, and blood was flowing.
'Shouldn't be… an enemy of this man. '
When Zhao Yi's consciousness gradually became blurred, there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes. At the last moment of his life, he raised his left hand, and a loud arrow in his sleeve flew into the sky.