Chapter Twenty-Seven: Destroying the Gate (Thank you to the Alliance Leader Zixuan Immortal Venerable!) )

Seeing this appearance of Miss Zhou, Fang Yuan frowned, and immediately turned around and went back to the valley, drinking morning tea by herself.

The temperament of this unruly lady should be sharpened, and it is best to wait until she can't stand it anymore and leaves by herself, then everyone is even more happy.

As for sympathy or something?

Could it be that he would have such emotions and joke about this unruly young lady?

In the valley, Fang Yuan chopped wood, lit a fire, cooked rice porridge, morning tea, and a fragrance suddenly overflowed, and even Zhou Wenxin sniffed unconsciously, and her stomach growled.

She stepped forward unconsciously and came to the valley, but she didn't dare to go in.

Although Miss Zhou is a little arrogant, she is not a fool, yesterday Fang Yuan had already warned so solemnly, and if she dared to violate the realm, even her father would not be able to save her.

Besides, the scene of those powerful servants cutting their hands by the white light last time was also firmly engraved in her heart, how dare Zhou Wenxin be presumptuous?

There is no choice but to gnaw on the hard dry food with the aroma in the valley, not to mention the grievances in my heart.

……

Valley.

Fang Yuan and Hua Fox Mink were holding a small bowl and drinking red jade rice porridge, but they had no intention of relieving each other.

This spiritual rice is precious, don't you see that even Fang Yuan's breakfast has become porridge? Whether it is a person or a mink, it is cherished very much, and there is no thought of sharing it with outsiders.

"Even if my pearl jade crystal rice is also the best of all kinds, long food can nourish qi and increase vitality......"

Fang Yuan thought about it, and sighed again: "The spiritual tea has long been sold out, and there is not much red jade rice...... Now every morning tea is replaced with the usual tea leaves, which makes me feel painful, if I don't even have to eat Lingmi, how can I live this day? ”

"Giggles!"

Next to it, the flower fox marten raised its little paws very smartly, indicating that it felt the same way.

"In the final analysis, it's still spiritual fertilizer!"

Fang Yuan stared at the flower fox marten: "In the past, when you asked you to take me there, you always pushed back, but now?" I'm already a martial arts master in the four levels, how is this strength? ”

"Giggles?!"

The flower fox sable licked the last drop of porridge water in the bowl, and then reluctantly put down the bowl and came to the open space.

"Oh? Is this to practice with me? ”

Fang Yuan's spirits perked up, and he became interested, knowing that Hua Fox Mink was also a little uncertain about his current self, and he had to fight to confirm it.

"Come on!"

Since that time to kill Song Yujie, Fang Yuan also found that the experience gained in actual combat was far more than what he usually gained from hard training, so what else to say, as soon as he saw the flower fox marten like this, he immediately felt a little eager to try it and came to the field.

"Don't spare your hands!"

Fang Yuan took a deep breath, his palms suddenly became pitch black as ink, and the green tendons were bulging, like earthworms, constantly spreading upward, and even his two arms became thicker.

'Basically, it's the line that my inner breath has traveled, and my body has been amplified?' ’

The parts strengthened by the black sand palms are the strongest in the palms, followed by the arms, the chest and lower abdomen again, and the rest of the back, legs, head, etc., are completely dispensable.

There's no way, the black sand palm is a low-level one, and secondly, it's not a defense-focused exercise at all, and it's already very good to be able to strengthen the palms and arms with it.

"Hiss!"

However, it was the flower fox marten, and when he found that Fang Yuan, who was originally ordinary, suddenly became dangerous, and the hair on his body also stood up slightly.

Shout!

As soon as its claws pressed to the ground, its entire body suddenly turned into a white lightning bolt, and it came to Fang Yuan like lightning.

Snort!

The sharp claws brought a strong wind, and it hurt like a knife blade.

"Well come, that's it, don't leave your hands behind!"

Fang Yuan slapped it with a palm, and his eyes lit up.

He had only fought with the Flower Fox Marten once, that is, when they met for the first time under the moonlight, and the Flower Fox Marten at that time was far less intelligent than it is now, and he was only a mortal who did not know martial arts at that time.

At this time, both of them had benefited, which made Fang Yuan's blood boil, and some wanted to touch the bottom of the flower fox mink.

"Black Sand is reckless!"

As soon as he thought of this, the palm of his right palm suddenly turned black, with a fishy fragrance, as intoxicating as a mandala.

"Hiss!"

Seeing this, the flower fox marten didn't dare to attack him at all, and his figure crossed a zigzag trajectory in mid-air, as if lightning was dexterous to dodge, and went around behind Fang Yuan, breaking through the air with one claw, and suddenly attacked.

"Reflexive palm!"

Fang Yuan reflexively slapped again, and in the midst of the strong wind, the flower fox marten jumped away lightly, but there were also three bright red claw marks on his thick arm.

"Huh? The attack is high, but the defense is low! ”

Seeing such a flower fox mink, Fang Yuan immediately had a judgment in his heart.

At this time, he focused on his arms, a small wound was nothing at all, and with a little exercise, the muscles were automatically clamped to stop bleeding and relieve pain.

"Good! Again! ”

Fang Yuan fought to the heart, and shouted, his palms seemed to bring up a black wind, flying sand and stones, and it was even more poisonous, making the flower fox marten retreat again and again, and he didn't dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

'Hmm...... The real strength of the flower fox marten, even the martial arts masters of seven or eight levels are afraid of attack, as long as they are not specialized in hard skills, they will suffer a big loss when they encounter it...... But the defense is too weak, a martial arts master of four or five levels can break the defense, the shortcomings are more serious, and only rely on speed to make up for it......

After a big battle, Fang Yuan felt that his strength was not enough, and he took the lead in stopping: "Stop!" ”

He always had to do his best to force the flower fox mink to retreat, and his internal breath was consumed quickly.

If this continues, the final result will inevitably be that the flower fox marten is superior.

"If I am a five-level martial artist at this time, I can support it for a longer time, especially if I can break through the wound gate, condense the internal breath, and form an internal force, I can last longer, and I should be able to beat the flower fox mink at that time......

Fang Yuan clenched his fists, still quite satisfied with his progress.

Especially after seeing that the proficiency of the black sand palm had increased a lot, the smile on his face expanded more and more: "Very good, Flower Fox Mink, in the future, such a sparring partner will come several times a day!" ”

"Hiss ......"

On the other side, the flower fox sable poked out its tongue weakly, for it, against such a vicious palm wind, it is also very tiring to keep a high level of attention to dealing with it, okay?

"Giggles!"

However, seeing that Fang Yuan had changed from an ordinary person to such a short period of time, Rao is flower fox marten was also a little surprised, and raised his little paw for a while.

"Okay?"

Fang Yuan saw its contents, and there was a burst of ecstasy.

Can the place where the spiritual fat is located finally open to itself?

Once you have an endless stream of spiritual fertilizer, the output of spiritual tea and spiritual rice is not a problem, and you will definitely be able to improve quickly!

……

Qinghe County, Koujiazhuang.

This Zhuangzi is also considered strong in the county, and most of the people surnamed Kou are mainly in the village, of course, the most important thing is that there is still a master of the family, and he created his own black sand palm Kou Feng!

But at this time, the entire Koujiazhuang was shrouded in a sea of corpses and blood.

The raging flames went straight up several feet, swallowing up the originally thick and spacious manor, and in Koujiazhuang, the sound of killing shook the sky, and a disciple of the Spirit Sect launched the slaughter with an expressionless face.

Facts have proved that in front of the overlord-level forces of Qinghe County, the resistance of the entire Koujiazhuang seems very small.

"Elder Song has an order, up and down Koujiazhuang, no chickens and dogs will be left, and all of them will be slaughtered!"

"Kill!"

……

In the midst of many chaotic shouts, in a certain mansion, a black shadow pounced out, and his palms turned pitch black, bringing gusts of evil wind, but all the disciples of the Returning Spirit Sect who approached covered their throats, and their faces were extremely pale and fell to the ground.

"Song Zhong, you deceive people too much!"

The black shadow roared, and it was an old man with white hair: "The rules of the rivers and lakes will not cause trouble to the family, even if there is something, you only look for the old man, how dare you do this?" ”

"The rules of the rivers and lakes?"

Song Zhong, who had been gloomy all the time, moved.

As soon as he moved, the whole person floated towards the old man like catkins, and his movements were so fast that he was like a ghost.

"Black Sand Palm!"

The old man used his life's strength, pushed forward with both palms, and urged the toxin to the extreme.

Everyone in the world thinks that the black sand palm is known for its fierceness, but they don't know that the most powerful is still poisonous, his vein, only the real disciples who enter the room, can pass on this kind of know-how, the old man has a skill, naturally reached the peak, and even had an adventure, broke through the threshold of the injured door, is the sixth level of martial arts masters, in the county are famous.

"Black sand palm, quenching poison!"

Song Zhong's face was still indifferent, with disdain in his eyes, and suddenly he took his right hand, drew a circle, and drew another lead.

Click!

In the old man's astonished gaze, his left palm and his right palm collided violently, and the huge force mixed with toxins immediately caused him to break his arms, seriously injure himself, and vomit blood and fall to the ground.

"If you can break through the black sand palm to the sixth level, you can be regarded as a talent, but you are far from knowing the horror after the injury!"

Song Zhong said leisurely: "As soon as you touch the pass, your whole body will be injured!" It's shocking, and it's heartbreaking! Death is the most terrifying, don't achieve death! The three dangers of martial arts, one level is more difficult than the other, I have broken through the shocking door, the internal force of the whole body is condensed like steel, you have a little toxin internal force, how can you shake it? Instead, I fought back, and my life was on the line! ”

"Elder Song...... The old man has offended you, but why is this! ”

The old man looked at the devastated scene and couldn't help but feel sad.

"It doesn't matter if you offend me, the old man originally wanted to talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes, but now, Yujie is dead, what scruples does the old man have......

Song Zhong said calmly, but the more this was the case, the more terrifying the old man's face appeared: "Do you think it's me?" No, no! ”

"It doesn't matter, anyway, none of your personal disciples can escape!"

After Song Zhong finished speaking indifferently, he pointed at the old man's eyebrows.

This old man, who had broken through the six levels, condensed the black sand palm to an unprecedented level, and transformed into the internal power of the black sand, just fell to the ground softly and turned into a corpse.

Seeing the old man's fall, Song Zhong didn't have much joy on his face, but with a look of doubt: "According to those servants, Yujie died from the quenched black sand palm, but since he is not this dead ghost, how can his several personal disciples be Yujie's opponents?" What exactly am I missing? ”