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"Well, she doesn't trouble me, and I don't trouble her. Shaking his head, Fang Heng didn't want to think too much, looking at it like this, Huang Ling's identity was not ordinary, and those young people who had cultivated well seemed to be dominated by her.

"Honorable status can indeed give people a lot of help in cultivation, but it will also promote a sense of pride that should not be there. Fang Heng said secretly, "There are pros and cons to the two, I don't have a noble identity, but I have the confidence to surpass all the children of the family." ”

His fists were clenched, Fang Heng's gaze was firm, he had already found his own path of martial arts, and naturally he would not have any envy for that kind of ethereal identity.

Taking a step, Fang Heng quickly walked towards the True Martial Sect, the gatekeeper disciple saw that he was coming, and he directly gave way without saying a word, Fang Heng's prestige had already spread in the door, when he was able to get started, he beat the gatekeeper disciple, how dare they provoke.

All the way back to his room, Fang Heng took a quick bath, changed his clothes, and walked towards the True Martial Pavilion.

As soon as he walked into the True Martial Pavilion, Fang Heng saw Gao Lao who was napping, saluted respectfully, Gao Heng's eyelids broke open, and a smile appeared in his eyes when he looked at Fang Heng.

"That's right, I've broken through to the innate realm. ”

"It all depends on the cultivation of the old and the cold. Fang Heng said seriously, this is the truth, Leng Lao is an old man from the True Martial Arts, if Leng Lao hadn't rescued their family a few days ago, Fang Heng would probably have died a long time ago.

"Hehe, I don't need to say that anymore. Elder Gao smiled and nodded, "Now you, your realm is stable, and your true strength is strong, but your strength and body are a little out of harmony, it should be because of the exercises." ”

"Old Gao's eyes are like torches, and the disciple is here to choose a martial arts technique. Fang Heng replied honestly.

"Well, then go to the second layer and choose, and choose a few if you want to. Elder Gao said with a smile.

"This ......" Fang Heng was stunned, the second floor of the True Martial Pavilion was a place where only true disciples and registered disciples who had reached the innate could go, there, no matter what their identity was, they could only choose one martial art, but Elder Gao let him choose whatever he wanted.

"What are you hesitating about? Elder Gao waved his hand at Fang Heng, then slowly closed his eyes, seeing this, Fang Heng smiled, and without hesitation, he walked towards the second floor of the True Martial Pavilion.

Coming to the second layer, everything in front of him suddenly became clear, there were many fewer books around than the first layer, and there were fewer people, Fang Heng raised his eyebrows, "The higher the level of exercises, the more precious they are, and the more rare they are, it seems that there are some high-level exercises here." ”

"Humph!"

Just when Fang Heng was secretly thinking, a cold snort suddenly came out, Fang Heng frowned, looked in the direction of the left, and found that a disciple in a purple robe was looking at him with disdain, Fang Heng knew at a glance that this was a true disciple, a purple robe, representing the identity of a true disciple.

"It seems that my costume as a registered disciple has made him look down on me, it's just that I'm here to find martial arts, so there's no need to worry about him. ”

Ignoring the young man's eyes, Fang Heng walked directly towards the area of the exercises, which immediately made the purple-robed young man proud, thinking that Fang Heng was afraid of him.

"Wood Emperor Gong, a low-level exercise of the ground level, is suitable for the cultivation of the owner of the wood bloodline. ”

"Qianyuan Gong, Intermediate Ground Rank Exercises, No Attribute Requirements ......"

Flipping through a few exercises in his hand, Fang Heng had never found a suitable one, his perfect bloodline had no attributes, it only provided him with calculation and comprehension ability, which meant that he could learn any exercises without restrictions, of course, he had to find a high-level one.

"Pure Yang Jue, a high-level technique at the ground level, any bloodline attribute can be cultivated, but the effect is extremely slow, and it needs to be accumulated to become small, and it is not suitable for those with an irritable temperament to learn it. ”

Suddenly, Fang Heng saw a book of pure yang recipes, his eyes flashed, and his perfect blood veins were running, and after a while, a smile appeared on his face.

"Good exercises, it seems to be slow to take effect, but in fact, it is to consolidate the foundation and cultivate the yuan, condense the true power, if you can condense all the true power into pure yang attributes, you can see the void martial arts!"

Thinking in his heart, Fang Heng took this Pure Yang Technique in his hand, his perfect bloodline could quickly absorb the aura, it was difficult for others to condense the Pure Yang True Force, but for him, it only took a little time.

After finding the exercises, Fang Heng walked towards the martial arts area, and soon found two ground-level high-level martial arts, Leaf Sweeping Leg and Great Wilderness Sanshou!

"I now have the Fire Overlord in my fist, the explosive power is enough, but it is a little less round, the legs have a wind step, there is no problem with moving, but there is less sharp attack, this sweeping leg can not only fight the enemy but also swim, can make up for the lack of legs, and the Great Wilderness Loose Hand is a joint grappling skill, which can also make up for the fierceness of my fist. ”

"There is a fire overlord in the fist, a great wilderness in the palm, a strong wind sweeping leaves in the legs, and a pure yang solid foundation in it, well, from the innate realm to the void martial realm, I don't have to worry about the lack of martial arts anymore. ”

Excited in his heart, Fang Heng immediately couldn't wait to look through these books, but at this moment, there was a noise in the corner.

I saw a disciple wearing the same registered costume as Fang Heng, who was grabbed by the neck by a purple-robed youth, this purple-robed young man was the one who snorted coldly at Fang Heng just now.

"Hmph, not long after you arrived in the Innate Realm, you dared to be arrogant to me Zheng Qing, I think you are tired of living!"

The cold words came out, and the eyes of the other disciples on the second floor flashed, and they all showed disgust.

"It's this Zheng Qing again! Relying on himself to reach the peak of the innate realm, he went around blackmailing named disciples, which is really a shame for us. ”

"With his ability, that is, to bully people who have just reached the innate level, but there is no way, the competition will be held in two months, if he doesn't take advantage of this time to extort more silver, how can he make a comeback in the future?"

The discussion sounded, Fang Heng also understood, he heard Wang Meng say, the whole door of the True Martial Sect, there are only one hundred and eight True Transmission disciples, enough to make up the number of heaven and earth, this number is unchanged, every year in the competition, there will be some veteran True Transmission disciples who are defeated and replaced by geniuses among the registered disciples, this Zheng Qing is just a peak, this year may be squeezed down, naturally he has to pave the way for himself.

"Give me the silver!"

Zheng Qing didn't care about the eyes around him at all, and said coldly to the disciple in his hand.

The disciple's face was pale, but he shook his head desperately, the warrior is the most lacking in silver, let him hand over the silver, then it is better to kill him.

Seeing this disciple's appearance, Zheng Qing's face became even more gloomy, and he said coldly, "If you don't give it, then I'll take it myself!"

Bang!

Between the words, Zheng Qing punched the disciple's head, causing the disciple's mouth to spurt blood and faint, while Zheng Qing rummaged through the disciple's body for a while, and then put a money bag into his arms.

Seeing this scene, Fang Heng's eyes showed a cold color, "Grab the silver, you just rob others, if you dare to rob me, I will definitely make you regret it!"

Thinking in his heart, Fang Heng lowered his head and read the book again, his strength was still too weak, he could only barely protect himself, others, he didn't have that much ability.

After snatching this disciple's silver, Zheng Qing's gaze swept around, except for a polite smile when he met a few true disciples, as long as the rest were named disciples, his gaze was extremely cold.

The footsteps quickly walked in front of another named disciple, the disciple's face was pale, but he didn't resist, he honestly handed over the silver, the disciple in front of him resisted and was seriously injured, of course he didn't want to do this.

Zheng Qing was very proud, just walked past a few registered disciples, took away all the silver on their bodies, Fang Heng's heart became colder and colder, as long as this Zheng Qing crossed the two of them, it would be his turn, he was ready to make a move.

"Get out!"

At this moment, a word suddenly sounded, making Fang Heng's eyes stunned and looking at a young man in front of Zheng Qing.

The young man's face was sallow, his body was thin, and he looked like a sick person, but his words were very powerful!

The True Transmission disciples around them also raised their eyebrows and looked at the young man interestingly.

"What are you talking about!" Zheng Qing's face became gloomy, he didn't expect that he had just used a disciple to establish his authority, so he touched the nail here, and said coldly, "Do you know the fate of saying this?"

"What's the end?" The sallow-faced young man turned around suddenly, his eyes stared at Zheng Qing like a sharp sword, and said, "Even if you are a waste among the true disciples, you dare to talk about the fate of my yellow ghost?"

When the words came out, the people around were suddenly startled, and Zheng Qing's face turned even pale.

"Haha, it turns out that he is Huang Guichou, the first among the registered disciples, and the genius who once won ninety-five battles in the True Martial Space!"

"This time Zheng Qingke mentioned the iron plate!"

A burst of words came out, and Fang Heng's heart also moved, and the perfect blood veins were running, which immediately made him see the true power of Huang Guichou.

"It's amazing! True power is as thick as the sea, full of vitality, this is already a manifestation of innate duality, his superficial sickness should be caused by cultivating a kind of cultivation of true power, with this kind of power, it is no wonder that he can win ninety-five consecutive games in the real martial space. ”

Fang Heng was secretly shocked in his heart, he could see that this yellow ghost's true power was strong, if he wanted to break through, he could achieve the innate threefold, or even the quadruple, but he suppressed it, letting the true power flow into the body, consolidating the foundation and cultivating the yuan, which was much stronger than the kind of person who only knew how to improve the realm.

"Heh... Hehe, it turned out to be Senior Brother Huang, misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding. Zheng Qing laughed dryly at this time, Huang Gui was worried that he knew, many true disciples who were stronger than him admitted that they were not his opponents, where did he dare to blackmail?

"Hmph, one waste, hurry up!" Huang Gui snorted coldly, and then stopped paying attention to Zheng Qing, and immediately made Zheng Qing's face turn red, which was very ugly.

The other True Transmission disciples suddenly burst out laughing, Zheng Qing is really funny, when he sees someone weaker than himself, he is fierce and vicious, and when he meets a strong person, he immediately doesn't dare to say a word.

The laughter around Zheng Qing made Zheng Qing no longer have the face to stay here, and walked all the way to the direction of the stairs, and several registered disciples on the road were opened by him with a palm, and he scolded and scolded in his mouth, "Get out of here!"

At this moment, Zheng Qing came to Fang Heng's face, and suddenly slapped out, "Get out of the way, don't get in the way!"

Fang Heng frowned, he didn't want to care about other people's affairs, he was already planning to leave, but he didn't expect Zheng Qing to suddenly make a move on him, suddenly turned around, and pinched Zheng Qing's wrist!

"Hmm!"

Zheng Qing suddenly looked angry, being humiliated by the Yellow Ghost had already made him angry, and now one of Fang Heng's named disciples dared to grab his hand, which made him no longer able to control his anger, and his other hand was clenched into a fist, and it was slammed out, and the air exploded.

"Give me death!"

A cold roar came out, and that fierce fist also arrived in front of Fang Heng in an instant.