"How many more can you carve?!"

As strong as Han Xiao, when he learned that Fang Zhi could still carve several gold patterns, he lost his voice.

When Han Xiao condensed the Yuan Dan, it was only one hundred and four golden lines, and when he heard Fang Zhi's words, his heart naturally shook.

The Nine Extremes of the Golden Pattern is already a rare genius, and if such a talent is cultivated, his future attainments will be extraordinary.

Those warriors in the realm of flawlessness will be immeasurable in the future, and they will inevitably become giants!

And on top of the flawless...... Everyone is a strong person, as long as they don't die young, almost all of them become powerful.

After there is no defect, the gap between each gold pattern is huge.

For example, one hundred and one golden patterns and one hundred golden patterns, maybe the gap between entering the Yuan Dan realm is not very large, but with time, it has passed.

The cultivation and promotion speed of a martial artist with one hundred and one patterns will definitely be faster than that of a hundred gold patterns.

Every golden vein is a real ravine!

There may be people who have this talent, but the resources are insufficient and it is difficult to break through.

There may be people who have the resources, but the talent is insufficient.

There are also people who have talent and resources, but they are afraid of the catastrophe and dare not get involved too much.

Fang Zhi was the first person with nine golden veins in the three hundred years of the Canghai Sect......

Canghai Sect, the fourth person to reach the realm of perfection in the thousands of years since the establishment of the sect!

And every time he carves a gold vein, it means that he surpasses his predecessors who have passed away and buried in the loess.

"Well, if the Yuan Force is sufficient, the kid can still carve a few more ways, does the senior want to guide me?" Fang Zhi's eyes swept over the essence, because of the deep sleep of the soul elder, his current martial arts could only be pondered by himself.

Maybe during this time, he will gain a lot of money, but he will inevitably take some unnecessary detours.

If there was Han Xiao, a martial artist, who could give him guidance, maybe he would not have to take these detours at all.

"Your Yuan Power Seed can continue to be engraved with gold patterns, but your Yuan Power is insufficient, right?" Han Xiao's divine thoughts came into Fang Zhi's ears and asked quite bluntly.

Fang Zhi was slightly surprised, but he still nodded and said, "Well, if the Yuan Force is sufficient, the kid will naturally be able to continue to engrave!"

"Then I'll help you today, give full play to your extreme talent, let me see how many golden patterns you can carve!" Han Xiao said bluntly, and the next moment......

The majestic Yuan Force that Yunbei Pavilion was constantly conveying towards the Eight-Colored Yuan River, and suddenly a Yuan River was divided, this Yuan River fell from the sky, broke through the barrier of the second layer of Yunbei Pavilion, and appeared above Fang Zhi's head in an instant, rolling Yuan Force, and surging into the pores of Fang Zhi's body.

Fang Zhi was not a fool, he immediately understood that Han Xiao was helping him!

"Thank you senior!" Fang Zhi had already given up, if he continued to swallow the Heaven and Earth Yuan Fruit to engrave the golden pattern, it would really not be cost-effective.

But now with the help of this majestic and pure Yuan Force, it saves him a lot of resources.

Since this was the case, Fang Zhi was greatly encouraged, and after thanking him, he continued to carve gold patterns.

With the support of these endless Yuan Forces, Old Monk Fang Zhi settled down, refining the Yuan Force pouring into his body while engrossing the one hundred and fourth golden patterns with all his attention!

With the support of the majestic Yuan Force, half an hour later, the one hundred and four golden patterns of Fang Zhi were successfully inscribed.

Fang Zhi did not choose to rest, but continued to work hard.

He was originally a cultivator, but because he was 'too poor', he was cautious every time he practiced, for fear that he would consume his resources at one time.

Now that he has a lot of free Yuan Li, Fang Zhi simply let go of his mind and practice.

And the thunderclouds in the sky are constantly spreading, getting bigger and bigger!

The reason why the thunderclouds keep spreading and do not punish them is because the punishment is also severe.

For example, if Fang Zhi only has a hundred gold patterns.

Maybe God just punched you, and you couldn't take care of yourself in life.

But if you are engraved with a hundred and one gold patterns, then God thinks that it is too light to use your fists, and you can only be beaten with a stick.

But if you are engraved with one hundred and two gold patterns, then God thinks that it is too light to use a stick, and it will be enough to stab you.

It's just a metaphor.

The more golden veins there are, the stronger the Heavenly Tribulation that Fang Zhi needs to endure!

The lower the chance of survival!

When the Heavenly Tribulation descends a huge force, it is necessary to spread the thunderclouds to condense the Yuan Force scattered between the heavens and the earth, so as to inflict the Tribulation Punishment.

That's the rule!

The huge thunderclouds gradually shrouded the entire Human Medicine King Valley, making people feel a huge shock.

Even......

Jiang Tai and the others noticed the slightest bit of something wrong in the outside world.

Another hour passed, and Fang Zhi's hundredth and fifth golden veins appeared on the Yuan Force Seed.

The thunderclouds of the Heavenly Tribulation have spread from the Yunbei Pavilion to the Martial Arts, like the end of the natural disaster, and countless thunder dragons have rolled for it.

The thunder was raging, the power of heaven was fierce and surging, and those who had been subjected to the years of living in the bricks and tiles, under the pressure of this kind of coercion, suddenly turned into sieve powder and were scattered in the sky and earth by the wind.

Zhao Qingdie of the Danwu Sect, Li Chen of the Heavenly Sword Sect, including Lin Yu, Hong Xiao and others, all thought that something strange and important had happened in the Medicine King Valley, and they all found a hidden and safe place to hide.

I am afraid that the thunderous vision in the sky will affect me.

And this will, Fang Zhi has successfully carved the one hundred and sixth golden pattern!

The Yuan Force required for this one hundred and six golden veins alone is almost equal to the total amount of the previous one hundred golden veins!

The required Yuan Force is so majestic that even Fang Zhi is staggered!

Every step he takes forward now is extremely bumpy!

There is not much pure land left of the Yuanli Seed, and in that small area, there are at most two golden patterns carved in it!

Since he had Han Xiao's martial arts to help, Fang Zhi was extremely excited, and he was obsessively immersed in martial arts.

The one hundred and seventh golden pattern was successfully engraved after two hours!

Han Xiao, who had always been observing Fang Zhi, his body trembled, he never thought that the young man in front of him would have such qualifications!

Demons!

Wicked!!

A demon that is rare to see for thousands of years.

Han Xiao originally thought that the one hundred and seventh golden pattern was already the limit of Fang Zhi.

At least Fang Zhi's Yuan Force Seed, I'm afraid there is no place left, engraved with gold patterns!

But a scene beyond his imagination appeared.

Fang Zhi was still immersed in cultivation, when he began to engrave the one hundred and eighth golden pattern.

The black thunderclouds almost enveloped the entire Medicine King Valley, covering the sky and the moon, and the terrifying thunder that made people feel like the sound of rain exploded endlessly in the heavens and the earth.

The stormy rain rolled and sprinkled from the sky.

Countless trees were uprooted by the wind.

And the root of all this is Fang Zhi!

"The last one, one hundred and eight golden veins, if the soul elder knew that I had come this far, he would definitely be extremely happy!" Fang Zhi was extremely tired, his eyes were bloodshot, and even his physical body was constantly trembling because of the high load of cultivation.

Fang Zhi's mind was exhausted.

Now it supports him as the heart of the martial arts that strives for progress.

It is the pure heart that chases the sun and the moon.

Only one last step is missing!