Chapter 17: Burning Sky Fist

Fu Lao took the Xuanshi handed over by Lu Hongsheng, and he didn't see what the bottom was, and after receiving it, he spread his wings in a place where no one was, and his wings were already a hundred meters away. It turns out that Fu Lao, who does not show mountains and water, is already in the realm of the Martial Emperor, and he can turn his power into wings and fly in the air, if he is seen by the people of Qingyun Town, he will definitely be shocked.

It used to take half a day to go by water, but now Fu Lao only took less than an hour to return to the previous iron spruce forest. In front of Fu Lao, many of them were uprooted, and more were knocked down by something, and the trunks were intertwined and uneven.

Fu Lao was a little uneasy in his heart, and he didn't have time to take a closer look, so he jumped to the depths of the forest, and it didn't take long for a huge clearing to come into view, a piece of scarlet, scattered around a lot of minced meat, a twenty zhang long, blood-red headless python, lying quietly in the center, obviously dead, not far from the snake's body, a thin body fainted on the ground, not knowing whether to live or die.

Fu Lao's eyes lit up, and a light suddenly appeared in his originally gloomy heart, and he hurriedly came to Zifeng, and after gently using Yuan Li to swim around Zifeng's body, although his brows were tightly locked, his face was indeed much calmer.

"This kid, he doesn't even have a set of exercises, he actually killed a second-level blood mad python, I really don't know if it's your kid who is lucky, or that little snake is stupid. Fu Lao said with a relaxed face, but he could imagine that he must have experienced a tragic fight before this, which can be seen from the bad situation on the scene.

Fu Lao picked up Zifeng and walked to the hut, picked up a spar with a bewitching red light on the way, and quietly made up his mind in his heart that he must not let today's incident happen again.

If there is no exercise, if it is just relying on the flexibility of the body, or a series of reactions, a martial arts master-level master will easily be defeated by a martial artist, for no other reason, he will not use a body of yuan power.

Just like the current situation of Zifeng, there are two attacks, and the vitality is running, which increases the strength of the body and plays an auxiliary role, rather than the main role, and the exercise is to indulge the vitality and let it be used by me, unless it is the corresponding body refining, so that the body can be forged into copper tendons and iron bones.

Putting Zifeng on the bed, Fu Lao took out a cyan fifth-level wood spirit talisman from the Qiankun bag, tied a few hand knots, and suddenly blue light emerged, plating a layer of mysterious fluorescence on Zifeng's body, wrapped in fluorescence, Zifeng's wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The blue light flashed, the light disappeared, the wound on Zifeng's body was gone, and the skin was as smooth as new, which was really a novelty.

After dealing with Zifeng's external injuries, Fu Lao carefully wanted to use his vitality to warm the injuries in Zifeng's body, as soon as the vitality entered Zifeng's body, it was rebounded, and Fu Lao was almost counterattacked.

Looking at Zifeng in amazement, he saw that Zifeng's body slightly revealed the luster of purple gold, flashing and flashing, so that Fu Lao Zhang'er couldn't touch his head, but seeing that Zifeng's complexion was obviously much better than before, he suppressed his suspicions, and asked him again when Zifeng woke up.

At this time, the sunset has already set on the eyebrows of the West Mountain, and the night is slowly flowing from the east. Fu Lao checked today's harvest, and was a little surprised at a glance, he didn't expect that the iron spruce cut down by Zifeng was worth so much money, in addition to the medicinal materials purchased for Zifeng's body today, there were still 100,000 Xuanshi and dozens of Xuanjing in the Qiankun bag, which ...... How can the price be so high. Rao is Fu Lao, and people who have seen a big scene don't feel chewy.

In fact, there are two reasons why it is so high, one is that the hemlock spruce grows in the middle part of the boundless forest, the environment is harsh, and there are monsters infested, so it is very difficult to mine and transport, of course, ignoring the water transportation in summer. Second, recently, bandits are rampant, there are several towns, have been ransacked, whether it is a family, a sect, or a city, the power is widely distributed, it is difficult to be comprehensive, the crossbow arrows made by the iron spruce, the walled city, for the lowly in strength, has a great protective effect, to the bandits have a great lethality. This is also the reason why the value of hemlock spruce has increased several times during this period of time.

Before dawn, Zifeng opened his eyes, and couldn't help but think of the fight with the Blood Python yesterday, and he fainted after throwing out the talisman, and he didn't know whether the Blood Python was dead or alive, but it felt so good to be alive, Zifeng thought in his heart. Holding his hands tightly, the desire for strength is also unprecedentedly strong, luck is not always encountered, strength can decide everything.

Fu Lao saw Zifeng, it was also incredible, obviously he was so seriously injured, but after just one night, he didn't use any medicinal materials, so he naturally got better, monster, Fu Lao defined Zifeng like this.

"Come with me to a place today and practice that volume of exercises. Fu Lao said to Zifeng with a kind face, Zifeng has also been looking forward to this for a long time, because Fu Lao didn't say that he could cultivate, Zifeng has been patient until now, but it is really not easy.

Zifeng and Fu Lao and his entourage came to the waterfall where Zifeng had been before, and said loudly to Zifeng: "From now on, if your Burning Heaven Fist can block the waterfall, then it is already considered a small success, don't underestimate any kind of exercise, all the laws are one, and when you practice to the extreme, the Yellow Order Exercise can also go against the sky, you know?" Zifeng looked at the turbulent waterfall in front of him, and the earth-shattering majestic momentum seemed to engulf himself.

I saw that the overwhelming rolling was clearly a white dragon with thousands of teeth and claws. They rolled, winded, crowded, bitten, swaggered, thundered and thundered along the way, roaring. Suddenly, it soared into the air, and suddenly, it swooped down. Zifeng couldn't help but glance at Fu Lao with some doubts.

Fu Lao didn't speak, he stood in front of the thousands of waters, his eyes were closed, the wind in his ears stopped, and the rumbling was much quieter. Invisible pressures converge in the valleys.

Suddenly, Fu Lao's eyes opened, and the mist that instantly filled the valley swept away, and a wave of vast pressure like the sea swept everything in front of him wildly. The right hand pushed flat, only one palm, and the fierce vitality was like a tiger out of the cage raising its head to the sky and letting out a loud roar, galloping towards the waterfall. Suddenly, the entire waterfall was cut off by the majestic vitality, and a shocking palm print was fiercely imprinted on the rock wall, and the waterfall continued to flow as if it had been stitched together for a long time, and the valley was soon filled with thick water vapor.

Zifeng opened his mouth and came back to his senses after half a sound, and Fu Lao had already left. Zifeng took the scroll, and this time, he threw himself into it like never before, word by word. After keeping the route of the vitality in mind, Zifeng faced the roaring waterfall, punching one punch after another, the vitality was exhausted, and he replenished the three Yuan talismans, and was washed down by the waterfall, got up and continued.

After sending the sunset and ushering in the rising sun, the time of more than ten days quietly slipped down. Zifeng can't remember how many punches he punched, how many times he got up from the water, although each punch was stronger than the last time, but there was always a barrier in front of him, maybe crossing it was a qualitative mutation.

was washed down by the waterfall again and fell into the pool, but Zifeng didn't bother to struggle, letting the roaring waterfall pour down to his body. Zifeng remembered the scene that Fu Lao said, looking at the mountains and rivers, arrogant of all things, if you don't move, you can only move, and if you move, you will be shocking scenes, life and death have been experienced, can't I Wu Zifeng even parry this dead thing.

A vertical leap, Zifeng returned to his previous position, his eyes were calm, but his heart was already looking at the waterfall in front of him, the wind gradually stopped, and the rumbling sound was smaller. The sky in the valley was still clear just now, and suddenly there were dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and the whole sky was gray, and raindrops fell.

As if feeling a threat, the waterfall surged in an instant, roaring and screaming downward. However, in Zifeng's eyes, there was no abnormality, feeling the surging vitality in his body, Zifeng's legs were slightly bent, condensed, and punched: 'Beacon fire wolf smoke, beacon fire in the plain, anger soaring to the sky', the three moves of the Burning Sky Fist, Zifeng was displayed together, and the punch was superimposed, whistling into a bright fire dragon in the dark, the fire dragon hit the waterfall fiercely, the waterfall scattered and fled, and the fist momentum was not eliminated, leaving a fist mark on the rock wall.

It succeeded, and the surging Yuan Li was not left with a drop of water, and it fell into the water with another 'plop'.

The clouds disperse, the wind rises, the water falls, and the sound ...... Everything is the same as before, and everything is different from before.