For half a month, Fang Yun began to train like a madman, and with the supply of this supernatural energy, he almost had to cultivate for nearly ten hours every day.

Coupled with the assistance of the mysterious space in his sleep, even when he was resting, he could cultivate the "Nine Extreme Palms" in his dreams, and the progress made by such a diligent practice was naturally considerable.

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"Whew!"

In the woods, the figure of the young man flashed in it, only to see his steady steps, his body was like the wind, a palm split, the sound of a fierce wind sounded, at the same time, there was an extremely subtle dull sound, one after another, seven times in a row.

"Bang!"

I saw him put his palms out together, and bombarded the thick trunk surrounded by three people, and when he landed, the sawdust flew one after another, and a hole was forced out of the trunk, and then dense cracks like spider webs appeared, spreading in all directions.

"Boom!"

This tree, which was more than ten feet long, actually fell to the ground with a bang, and was interrupted by him from the waist, so powerful, it was simply staggering, and the young man stepped back, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and in his dark eyes, there was a divine light passing by, clear and clear.

"In just half a month, I actually broke through the triple realm in a row and reached the sixfold cultivation of quenching blood, and this way the Nine Extreme Palms, I can also play seven dark power palm power, and even the eighth dark power has touched the threshold, and it is almost a kick in the door, such an entry should be quite fast!" Fang Yun looked at the messy ground and muttered to himself.

With the help of the mysterious energy in his chest, he didn't need to spend too much medicinal materials and time, almost as soon as he broke through the limit, he would be instantly restored and become alive again.

Such high-intensity training naturally allowed Fang Yun's body to be greatly exercised, and every time a mysterious energy appeared, it would strengthen his muscles and muscles a few points, and by now, his blood quenching sixfold realm already had a very strong body.

Especially after reaching this realm, the strong blood and qi essence in the body is already enough to manifest through the body, which means that at this moment, Fang Yun can already use the power of qi and blood to complement each other, and cooperate with martial arts moves to fight the enemy, and his combat power has greatly increased.

And for half a month, with the assistance of the mysterious space, he observed the "Nine Pole Palms" cast by the light and shadow human form, and practiced at the same time, by now, he has been able to master the power of seven of the palms and the secret power, and even the eighth has a clue.

Now if he ran into Zhao Hong again, he was afraid that in three moves, he would be able to see that kid fall to the ground, and when he thought of that guy's sinister face, Fang Yun's face couldn't help but have a trace of coldness.

"Come on, after half a month, such intensive high-intensity training, I should also rest and rest, I'm really tired. ”

It's no wonder that during this time, he woke up every day to keep cultivating, breaking through the limits of his body, then recovering, and then training, repeating the monotonous and boring practice, which really made his mind a little tired, and it was time to change the rhythm and let himself rest a little.

"I haven't seen Wang Cheng for half a month, Chu Feng's two boys, hehe, I'm going to play with them today. ”

Fang Yun stretched, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud at the thought of the expressions on those two guys' faces when they saw that they were cultivating now.

Without procrastination, he walked out of the forest quickly, returned to his bamboo hut, freshened up, changed into clean clothes, and walked happily along the mountain path.

Wang Cheng and Chu Feng both lived in the disciples' retreat, after all, their parents were not like Fang Zhenshan, who were old and leisurely, and had time to guide Fang Yun's cultivation, so they were still the same as ordinary disciples, eating and living together, and receiving training and teaching from the elders in the sect together.

The disciple's retreat where the two of them lived was not too far from Fang Yun's small bamboo building, and after three or four turns along the mountain road, and after walking for about two miles, you could see a row of wooden houses hidden behind the branches and leaves of the trees.

Seeing his destination and thinking of the friend he was about to meet, Fang Yun couldn't help but feel happy, and the pace under his feet quickened a few points, and after a while, he came to the front of the Jingshe.

"Wang Cheng!Chu Feng!" Fang Yun shouted loudly as he stood in front of the courtyard.

"Wang Cheng! Chu Feng!"

"Wang Cheng! Chu Feng!"

However, he shouted several times, but no one answered, and the entire disciple retreat seemed to be empty, and the empty appearance made Fang Yun a little confused, and he scratched the back of his head.

"Hey, strange, where did this person go?"

Fang Yun walked around the Jingshe, but there was no trace of anyone, and he felt a little strange in his heart.

"Could it be that you are practicing in Zhenwu Square again today?"

He thought to himself in his heart, and then walked along the mountain road again, intending to go to Zhenwu Square to have a look, but just as Fang Yun was walking on the mountain road, suddenly, a dusty, ragged young man stumbled towards the mountain, looking at him like that, it seemed that he was in extremely poor condition,

Seeing that one of them stumbled and almost fell to the ground, Fang Yuan hurriedly stepped forward and supported him with both hands, supported his body and asked, "I said this senior brother, how did you make it like this, it doesn't matter, you ...... Huh?!Aren't you Senior Brother Lu?!"

Fang Yun picked up the young man and took a look, only to see a familiar honest face appear in front of him, it was the same Lu Chengfeng, Senior Brother Lu, when he crawled out of that weird cave a few days ago.

I saw that this honest-looking young man had a blue nose and swollen face at the moment, and there were many redness and swelling on his body, and his clothes were torn in many places, as if he had just experienced a fierce fight.

Seeing this, Fang Yun felt a trace of bad emotions in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "Senior Brother Lu, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Yanfeng seemed to be a little stunned when he was beaten, and when he looked up, he saw that it was Fang Yun, and he stammered a little when he spoke: "Fang... Senior Brother Fang... You... You go... Notice... Deacon, Zhao... Zhao Hong: They... Handful... Put Wang Cheng as a junior brother... And also... Other fellow doors... It's all blocked in... Yamashita... Just..."

Hearing this, Fang Yun instantly understood what was going on, he swept his eyes, looked at Lu Chengfeng, and found that he was just a flesh injury, not too serious an injury, so he said decisively: "Senior Brother Lu, please go and inform the deacon immediately, and I will go to save Wang Cheng and them." ”

As soon as the words fell, Fang Yun suddenly strode towards the bottom of the mountain, and a long cloud of dust and smoke rolled up behind him, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"This Senior Brother Fang, as always resolute!"

At this time, Lu Yanfeng actually had a hollow head and sighed, he immediately shook his head, and staggered towards the mountain.

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"Zhao Hong, don't deceive people too much!"

In the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, Wang Cheng's angry voice sounded, and he saw that he and Chu Feng, as well as a few disciples in the group, were surrounded by Zhao Hong and his people at this moment, and each of them was more or less stained with mud crumbs, it seemed that the two sides had already had a round of conflict.

Zhao Hong and the others are obviously much cleaner, it seems that they didn't suffer too much loss before, so at this moment, unlike Wang Cheng, who was a little angry, Zhao Hong looked like he was in a good mood, and said slowly: "I said Wang Cheng, why did I deceive people too much, obviously it was you who robbed us of the golden jade grass that we had been optimistic about for a long time, and now we are begging you for it with kind words, you actually did it first, speaking of which, you are too much." ”

"Fart!"

Hearing this, Chu Feng's face was gloomy and angry, and he immediately scolded: "If you Zhao Hong had discovered this golden jade grass in advance, would you have deliberately stayed here and waited until now to get it? Damn, I've seen shamelessness, I've never seen you so shameless, you have to set up an archway when you become a bitch!"

Obviously, Chu Feng was extremely angry, in the previous fight, he was besieged by three people, and they were all disciples of the fourfold realm of quenching blood, with his cultivation that had just broken through to the fivefold quenching of blood, he was also clumsy, and he was hit several times, and when he heard Zhao Hong's shameless words, he was even more angry.

And his extremely mean words were equivalent to tearing his face, and Zhao Hong's face was even more gloomy when he heard this, and then he sneered.

"Okay, since you've said everything about this, then I won't go around the bend with you, and tell you clearly, today you have to hand over this golden jade grass, if you don't pay it, you still have to pay it, master, what I fancy is mine! If you don't want to hand it over, then I'll knock you down one by one and take it myself!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Hongdeng's footsteps kicked out, and the whole person rushed out like an arrow, facing Chu Feng, and then pounced suddenly, his right hand into a fist, and a punch was punched out against his chest.

When the fist broke through the air, there was a faint sharp whistling sound, this punch was extremely domineering, the fist wind cracked, like a tiger out of the forest, roaring, the cold wind stirred, and instantly came to Chu Feng's body.

"Tiger Fist!"

Such a fierce offensive made Chu Feng stunned, Zhao Hong's boxing technique, momentum like a tiger, fierce and majestic, with his knowledge, it can be seen that this is another martial arts of the True Martial Sect, "Tiger Fist".

Different from the subtle dark energy of "Nine Extreme Palms", "Tiger Fist" is known for its fierceness and heaviness, and this way of boxing pays attention to the domineering momentum, which can twist the strength of the whole body into a force, and the momentum is strong and heavy, which can be regarded as a top-notch existence in martial arts.

"Bang!"

This punch made Chu Feng almost difficult to react, in a hurry, he barely raised his arms, crossed in front of his chest to block, and the moment it intersected with Zhao Hong's fist, it was instantly dispersed, hitting him straight in the chest.

Chu Feng only felt that a strong force was coming, and he couldn't parry, and the whole person was like a dilapidated sack, thrown high, and then fell to the ground.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Chu Feng tilted his head, and then passed out.

"Fengzi!"

Wang Cheng shouted anxiously, Zhao Hong's move was too fast before, he didn't have time to react at all, he could only watch Chu Feng being knocked away, and then saw him vomiting blood, Wang Cheng's eyes turned red.

"Damn, I'm fighting with you!"

Facing Zhao Hong, who was close at hand, Wang Cheng kicked out with one leg in the air, like a whip, mixed with a fierce air-breaking wind towards his head.

"With such a little strength, I'm afraid it's not enough to fight with me!"

Faced with such a powerful leg, Zhao Hong had a disdainful sneer on his face, and as soon as he grabbed it, Wang Cheng's powerful leg was dissolved by him lightly.

"It can't be!"

Wang Cheng couldn't believe his eyes, and then saw a faint red light floating out of Zhao Hong's palm, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he exclaimed.

"The power of qi and blood! You have reached the realm of quenching blood!"

"Hahaha! You know it's too late!"

The grim expression on Zhao Hong's face swept by, only to see his wrist flip, grabbed Wang Cheng's ankle, and actually picked him up, and after three laps, with this huge force, he directly flew his whole person out!

"Wang Cheng!"

"Senior Brother Wang!"

"Zhao Hong, are you crazy!"

The rest of the disciples exclaimed, Wang Cheng flew upside down in the air to a height of nearly ten zhang, and then in the frightened eyes of everyone, he fell straight down, if he fell down this time, I am afraid that he will suffer a heavy blow, and if it is serious, it may be difficult to save his life.

At this moment, on the mountain road in the distance, a figure suddenly appeared, only to see him striding forward, originally separated by a distance of more than ten zhang, but was actually swept by his breath, the whole body was like the wind, and when he came to the place where Wang Cheng's body fell, he jumped and took him down steadily.

"Fang Yun?!"