Early the next morning, Fang Zhenshan called Fang Yun with great interest and threw him a bag of things.

"Master, what is this?" Fang Yun muttered, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Fang Zhenshan's face was full of excitement, and he didn't care about Fang Yun's lazy appearance, he directly untied the cloth bag and took out a lot of things from it.

"Why are these load-bearing equipment again, don't I have a set? Master. Seeing the appearance of these things clearly, Fang Yun said with some dissatisfaction.

I saw that the cloth bag was filled with black bracers made of unknown materials, as well as black vests, these things, Fang Zhenshan had already given him a set.

"Stop talking nonsense, put it on for me. ”

Looking at Fang Zhenshan's undoubted appearance, although Fang Yun was still muttering, his movements were extremely fast, and he finished wearing these things in three or two clicks, but after putting them on, he was slightly stunned, and then asked in a somewhat strange tone.

"I said, master, why doesn't this seem to have any weight, I don't feel it at all when I wear it?"

Looking at Fang Yuan's puzzled look, Fang Zhenshan smiled mysteriously, then walked to his side, gently brushed the surface of several pieces of equipment with his palm, and then stood in place with a smile, looking at him like a good show.

Fang Yun was still a little puzzled, he didn't feel that anything unusual had happened, and he was about to ask again, when suddenly, his face changed, and his whole person seemed to be pressed down by a big mountain suddenly, his body bent abruptly, almost forward, and fell directly to the ground.

"Master, master... This... What's going on!"

Fang Yun struggled to stand up, even his voice became trembling, he reluctantly raised his head to look at Fang Zhenshan, only to see that the old man had a satisfied look on his face, looking at his embarrassed appearance with beads of sweat oozing out in an instant, he couldn't help but laugh.

"What's the matter, you skin monkey knows how powerful, tell you, this set of things is not a mortal thing, although the function is a little chicken, but it is a real spirit soldier, but it is just an auxiliary spirit soldier, not into the rank. ”

Hearing this, Fang Yun's eyes showed a hint of surprise, if it weren't for the fact that this set of spirit soldiers suddenly attached a huge weight, making it difficult for him to adapt for a while, I am afraid that he would have to express his doubts out loud.

But what kind of character is Fang Zhenshan, Fang Yun's thoughts, how could he not know, he smiled and said at the moment: "Don't doubt it, the name of this set of spirit soldiers is called the gravity ring, and the spirit pattern contained in it needs to be stimulated by true qi before the corresponding gravity will burst out, and now what I activate for you is only the first degree of gravity, you can start cultivating with this set of gravity rings!"

"No, it's not!" Fang Yun said with all his might: "This is too heavy, at all, there is no way to cultivate!"

"Stupid!" Fang Zhenshan said with a look of hatred that iron is not made of steel: "Haven't you already practiced to the sixth level of blood quenching, stimulating the power of qi and blood in your body!

Hearing this, Fang Yun suddenly realized, and immediately he raised his luck, and in an instant, the skin all over his body became red, and even a faint smoke curled out above his head.

"Drink!"

Fang Yun shouted, his body, which was still a little rickety before, suddenly straightened up, and the expression on his face became a little lighter, and he was even able to jump up.

Looking at Fang Yun's eager look, Fang Zhenshan shook his head amusedly: "Okay, don't mess around here, hurry up and go to practice, by the way, bring the medicinal soup." With that, he turned and walked towards the house, leaving Xia Yun in the courtyard, with a look of excitement on his face.

In the previous half a month of practice, his strength had greatly improved, and he had completely adapted to the set of weight-bearing equipment he had, and now that he was wearing this set of equipment, he did not feel restricted at all, and there was no outstanding effect on the pressure of his muscles and bones.

Originally, he was going to ask Fang Zhenshan if he could get such a weight-bearing thing again, but now the gravity ring on his body made him feel the huge pressure burden again, which made Fang Yun, who was fascinated by the feeling of gradually becoming stronger after breaking through the limit state, suddenly become excited.

The significance of carrying weights is that it can allow cultivators to reach the limit of their bodies faster and accelerate the cultivation speed of the Blood Quenching Realm, and Fang Yun, who has that mysterious energy, does not have to worry about the essence replenishment required when breaking through the limit, he can relax and practice unscrupulously.

Glancing at the room where Fang Zhenshan was, and feeling that he didn't seem to be looking at him, Fang Yun smiled, the power of qi and blood suddenly stimulated, and he suddenly felt the pressure on his body greatly reduced, and strode towards the outside of the courtyard.

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On the True Martial Peak.

On a mountainside, in a well-manicured courtyard, there were several noisy sounds.

"What did you say?!Hong'er was injured?!Who is it!Who dares to hurt my grandson!"

In the hall, a wrinkled, white-haired old lady on a green and black wooden crutch was now full of anger, roaring in a sharp and high tone.

And in the hall, there was still a middle-aged man standing, but seeing that he was wearing a bright yellow robe, although he was close to middle age, his face was like a crown of jade, his beard was black, and he was an elegant grandmaster.

"It's Fang Zhenshan's apprentice, Fang Yun. ”

Hearing this, the old lady's pupils suddenly shrank, and then the old man's face actually revealed a look that was almost resentful, and said in a gloomy tone: "Who are you talking about?!Fang Zhenshan?is that old bastard's apprentice?!"

"Exactly. ”

"Then what are you eating! Why don't you protest to the sect! That kid actually dares to mutilate his fellow sect! According to the rules of the sect, even if you abolish his kung fu and break his tendons, it will not be too much!" the old man shouted in a hysterical frenzy.

"There's no way to protest, in the final analysis, it was Hong'er who grabbed other people's things first, and then he hurt people, Fang Yun just came to save people, even if he intended to make trouble, but it was also justified, and the teacher was famous, not to mention that many disciples present had witnessed the whole process, and it was impossible for the sect to stand on our side. The middle-aged man seemed to completely ignore Lao Shu's attitude, and still maintained an indifferent attitude.

"Sect, hmph! Twenty years ago, the sect was not on our side, and twenty years later, the sect is still like this, what's the use of this sect!"

Mother said cautiously, the wall has ears. ”

"Hmph, I don't know who you kid learned, be cautious, not like your dead father at all, or Hong'er won my heart, yes, I have to go and see my baby grandson. ”

The old man limped out of the hall on crutches and walked towards the backyard, leaving only the middle-aged man in the hall, with no emotional fluctuations on his face.

"How's it going? ”

Suddenly, he spoke out in front of the empty hall, and at this moment, a black voice, like a ghost, without warning, quietly appeared behind him, saluting respectfully.

"The master can rest assured that his subordinates have made contact with that side, and the news has passed smoothly. ”

The middle-aged man still didn't look back, not even say anything, and the creepy voice sounded again.

"Okay, stand down, don't let anyone else find out. ”

"Yes!"

After a brief conversation, the ghostly figure disappeared into the hall again, as if it had never appeared, and the empty hall was left with only the middle-aged man standing in place with his hands on his back, like an old tree rooted, motionless.

"True Martial Sect ......"

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"Grandma, you have to help Hong'er make the decision!"

In the hut, Zhao Hong on the wooden bed was still a little pale, leaning on the bed rail, and cried to the doting old cardinal in front of him.

"Oh, good grandson, don't cry, don't cry, but grandma is distressed to death. The old woman gently stroked Zhao Hong's head, and the way she spoke softly was the opposite of the terrifying appearance of some crazy demons before.

"Grandma, I don't know what's going on with that Fang Yun, he actually practiced the sixth level of blood quenching in just half a month, which is similar to my realm, and he also trained the Nine Pole Palm to develop seven palm power dark power, and even my Tiger Fist can't resist it. ”

"Oh?!"

Hearing Zhao Hong's somewhat aggrieved words, the old woman showed a look of surprise on her face.

"This Fang Yun actually has such talent, even the Nine Extremes Palm, which is claimed to have only been cultivated by one person in a hundred years, has been cultivated to such a level?"

"That's right, I don't know how he practiced, I think it's probably because of what kind of demon method Fang Zhenshan used to make Fang Yun improve by leaps and bounds in a short period of time, grandma, is there any other way for Hong'er to quickly improve his cultivation?"

Facing Zhao Hong's almost coquettish attitude, the old woman said with a doting smile on her face: " Good Hong'er, it's not that grandma doesn't want to help you, it's just that the cultivation of this quenching blood realm is the most critical period in martial arts cultivation, during this time, it doesn't matter how fast the realm improves, steady and steady, and a solid foundation is the most important thing, so ah, grandma doesn't care that Fang Yun broke the triple realm in half a month, this kind of cultivation is undoubtedly digging his own grave and cutting off his own future, but what surprised grandma was that he was able to practice the Nine Poles Palm to this point in half a month, and his martial arts talent was really good. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Hong said with some dissatisfaction: "Grandma, you have said so much, is there a way for me to win over his Nine Pole Palm?!"

"Hehe, don't worry!" Lao Shu smiled: "No matter how powerful the Nine Pole Palm is, it is just a Nine Turns Martial Arts, you recuperate from your injuries first, and when you get better, Grandma will pass on to you that a set of Eight Turns Martial Arts is the top kung fu, as long as you are proficient, even if that Fang Yun has mastered the Nine Dark Strength Palm Powers, you can easily defeat him!"

"Really?!" Zhao Hong was overjoyed, and immediately took Lao Shu's arm and shook it gently: "I knew that it was my grandmother who loved me the most, grandma!"

"Good!" Lao Shu gently hugged Zhao Hong's head, his eyes were full of calf licking, and Zhao Hong, who lowered his head, had a trace of coldness flashing in his eyes, and he thought viciously in his heart.

"Fang Yun, wait for me! I want to get this account back with my own hands!"