The rivers and lakes shook!

After some processing, the duel on Mount Hua spread out at a faster speed, spreading ten or ten to hundreds, like a boulder thrown into a small lake, setting off a stormy wave comparable to a twelve-level tornado on the rivers and lakes.

The defeat of Huashan Famous House in the sword fight is already earth-shattering news, but it is nothing for the next thing.

Huashan was exhausted by the elites, but all of them were defeated by one person, and then this person actually broke through the sky and soared?

This kind of mythical and legendary story makes many people scoff, but the silence of all the parties makes everyone more and more itchy.

Since then, Mu Renqing has really tightened the restraints on his disciples, and after this defeat, most of the original arrogance has been dissipated, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

And Cui Ximin's reputation as the number one in the world in martial arts has spread, and no one has been dissatisfied for hundreds of years, faintly as a martial arts myth!

Among them, the legend of killing the enemy chieftain alone, waving his hand to Fu Haoying, the battle at the top of Huashan, and the success of self-ascension, are combined with the stories of immortals, and are widely recited in the world of blue blood......

……

The world of great dryness is really viewed.

On the bed, Fang Ming trembled and slowly opened his eyes.

Within his sea of knowledge, the martial arts order shined brightly, and an extremely pure essence seemed to be mixed with a series of treasures such as Poria cocos shou black pill and vermilion eye ice toad rolling down.

"Arhat Divine !!" Fang Ming's mind moved, and the Arhat Divine Skill that had already been practiced in the Blue Blood Sword World was constantly running, absorbing this essence medicinal nature.

Cracking sound! The faint sound of air explosion came from him, but it was the level of the twelve canons, as if it was being slapped by the stormy waves, and they were broken through one by one.

With the huge accumulation of essence elements, in just an instant, Fang Ming broke through the level of the twelve canons, and the arhat's divine skills were completed, and he was automatically transformed into the purest and purest bodhicitta true qi.

Not only that, but all parts of his body were also greedily absorbing the medicinal properties that had been compressed and refined by time and space, making up for the loss of the innate deficiency of the body.

"Don't save one out of ten!" For the grasp of the body, at this time, Fang Ming, who had already deduced the Sitting Forgetting Sutra to the third realm of the heart, was rarely reached, and the loss of the world transformation had already been calculated between the opening and closing of his eyes.

"Even if you don't count the compression loss of world shuttle and martial arts, this ratio is extremely pitiful......"

Fang Ming touched his chin, feeling that the essence was gradually depleted, and even disappeared without a trace, the accumulation of the entire Blue Blood Sword World, but it had advanced the body of his Great Dry World to the realm of the acquired Xiaocheng, and he didn't even know anything about the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

"It seems that it is not only a matter of world travel, but also a question of the level of energy levels...... The energy level of the Blue Blood Sword World is undoubtedly too low, and it can't be compared to the Great Dry World at all......"

Fang Ming shook his head, and suddenly felt that he was different from before at this time, his limbs were strong and powerful, and there was a vigorous vitality between his eyes, even if he didn't use his thoughts to sit and forget, he was much faster than before, and he knew that he had gained great benefits from shuttling through the world.

Originally, under his qualifications, his roots and bones were even worse to the extreme, but after the replenishment of the Luding Ji world, he has gradually recovered, and he can be regarded as a Chinese talent.

And after waiting for the Blue Blood Sword World, he not only used many magic medicines to make up for the loss of his body, but also recovered his incarnation, but after the essence was infused, his qualifications were on a higher level, and he was no longer inferior to the elite of the Great Qian World!

If he comes back a few more times, Fang Ming believes that all the pulses are clear, the eyes are unforgettable, and the bone marrow is like frost...... The demeanor of peerless geniuses such as the innate Dao body still has a share.

"If there is a homologous essence for me to wash the marrow of the I Ching and improve my qualifications every time, then any evil emperor relics are rubbish! As long as I survive a few plot worlds, wouldn't I be able to become one of the world's top martial arts wizards? ”

A trace of heat flashed in Fang Ming's heart, but between the flow of the "Sitting and Forgetting the Heart Sutra", this foreign demonic thought was quickly dissolved.

"All things are in motion, heaven and earth are virtuous, how can I be cheapened alone? Being able to live for the second time, with the company of the martial arts, is already a great opportunity, how can you still think of getting something for nothing? ”

Fang Ming's eyes were extremely clear: "The things in the world are nothing more than losses and gains, and the current martial arts order has given me such a great benefit, it must also be accompanied by a price, but my level is too low to peek into this layer......

He doesn't think that he is the protagonist's life, from then on, all evil will not invade, and great luck will fall from the sky, and everywhere there will be a bunch of people crying and shouting to hug their thighs, and beauties will automatically throw themselves into their arms or something.

What is not won by oneself seems too vain after all.

Of course, Fang Ming is also very single-minded now, because when he is saving, he has nothing worth plotting for his own cheap life, what are the benefits of playing a martial order, just follow it, and wait until his ability comes up in the future and then slowly pay it back.

After everything had calmed down, Fang Ming turned from meditating to lying down, seemingly closing his eyes to recuperate, but in fact he was still counting the harvest of the Blue Blood Sword World.

Although he didn't scrape the magic cheats or anything this time, he ate a lot of good things.

Among them, Poria Shou Karamaru completely solved the problem of his innate root bone deficiency, and Zhu Jing Bing Toad also swallowed it in one gulp before returning, although it could not help the growth of internal strength, but between the circulation of the Bodhicitta method, the original power of poison transformation seemed to be greatly enhanced.

All kinds of performances mean that Fang Ming's previous idea of taking drugs and practicing martial arts seems to be more feasible, and he needs to continue to carry it forward.

"In terms of martial arts...... The Arhat Divine Skill has been completely transformed into the Bodhicitta Method, the Iron Finger Zen, the Shadow Legs, the Breaking Ring Knife Method, and the Great Monument Wrestler all the way have begun to practice and get started, these exercises are also good in the acquired martial arts of the Great Qian, there are offensive and defensive, sword skills are light skills, everything, thousands of tempers, enough for me to use for a long time......"

Speaking of martial arts, Fang Ming couldn't help but think of the final battle of Huashan, in this battle, he could be said to have played all his hole cards, Mu Renqing deserved to be the first in the world, and several apprentices also had their own merits, which gave him extremely huge pressure.

It is also under this pressure that his martial arts have been sublimated, and his original kung fu has gradually been integrated, and his experience in facing the enemy has greatly increased, which can be said to have benefited a lot.

At this time, he not only cultivated his internal skills to a small level, but also lacked no shortage of experience in dealing with the enemy, and he was enough to become a teacher among the general big cadre sects.

"It's just...... Martial arts have advanced by leaps and bounds, and we still need to find a way to explain or cover it up, it's best to hide the past directly, and then go out for a while, and it's almost ......"

The world of Daqian is far more vast than the world of the Blue Blood Sword, and the legends of masters are endless, and there are naturally many adventures and the like, as long as you find a reasonable excuse, you can get through.

Fang Ming looked around, there was silence all around, since the Zhenguan area was huge, each disciple had a special room, which saved him a lot of trouble.

"It takes less than a stick of incense to travel through the world in martial arts, and this kind of fluctuation can't even be noticed by Senior Sister Nangong and Senior Brother Liu in the Innate Realm......"

Fang Ming felt more and more the horror of the martial arts: "This kind of heavy treasure, once it leaks out, the consequences are unimaginable, and we must be cautious and ......."

Yan Wu Ling is not afraid of Nangong Allure and Liu Zhou now, but Fang Ming is not sure about the spiritual sense of that kind of grandmaster, great grandmaster-level master.

What's more, there are even more terrifying celestial masters and broken powerhouses in the rumors.

"Fortunately, in the Blue Blood Sword World, my meditation and forgetfulness have also advanced to the third realm of the heart, and it is not a problem to conceal the two senior brothers and sisters......"

Hongchen refining the heart was originally a necessary way to major in spiritual exercises, and in this regard, Fang Ming had been a human being for several lifetimes, and his experience and even experience were not comparable to ordinary disciples.

It is precisely because of this that his cultivation above the Forgotten Sutra at this time has surpassed that of most senior brothers and sisters, only under Nangong Allure and Liu Zhou.

There is a slight difference between each other, and the internal strength and benefits are hidden by each person, presumably even if Nangong Allure has no reason to inquire casually.

Between the flow of thoughts, Fang Ming sat and forgot the scriptures and slowly moved up, hiding all the signs of breakthrough on his body, leaving only the appearance of opening up the four twelve serious things.

This kind of concealment, unless the other party is specifically tempted by internal force, it is impossible to see the clue with the eyes alone.

And once the situation is so critical that it needs to be investigated directly, it makes no difference whether it is hidden or not.

In the early morning of the next day, Fang Ming got up early in the morning and went to ask Nangong Chengcheng and Liu Zhou for peace, but the two really didn't notice the difference between Fang Ming.

The slight feeling was also mixed up by Fang Ming's reason that 'last night's qi refining had an occasional gain, and he broke through the two meridians again'.

He naturally knew that although he tried his best to hide it, there were still slight changes in his body, and it was not easy to hide the past in front of the innate master, so he directly threw out some secrets to attract firepower.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Liu Zhou only congratulated a few words with a salty expression, and did not doubt it much.

The internal strength accumulation is sufficient, coupled with the epiphany and the like, although it is rare to break through the second vein overnight, it is not shocking, in terms of Fang Ming's original qualifications, it can even be added to the evaluation of mediocrity.

On the contrary, if you break the twelve canons overnight and become a small success the day after tomorrow, it will be a major event that will inevitably alarm the real people in charge of the sect before!

"I recently discussed with Senior Brother Liu, and taking advantage of the opportunity of the Qingyun Sect's pursuit to relax a little, I am going to let a few of you go out to find out the news, which is also the meaning of the three caves of the cunning rabbit!"

Nangong Allure said a piece of news, which made Fang Ming can't help but prick up his ears.

He also wanted to engage in an expatriate mission, and covering up his martial arts entry was only one aspect, and being with these two innate masters really made him feel a lot of pressure.

It's not just a matter of being afraid of being seen through, but more importantly, they are true disciples of the Xuan Zhen Dao, if one day the Qingyun Sect surrounds them, won't they be going to harm the pond fish?

For his own sake, Fang Ming also had to make plans in advance.

All the way back to the dormitory with a heavy heart, just as Fang Ming was thinking about how to 'recommend himself' without a trace, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Fang Ming looked at it, and there was no one outside the house: "Who is joking with me?" ”

He pushed the door open, and with a sudden thud, knocked something to the ground, enveloping the girl's screams.