Chen Yuan's heart sank, he didn't expect Fang Ze to transform his True Qi nature so smoothly, his original preparation to deal with the feminine True Qi was in vain.

The True Qi fist that Fang Ze spit out from his right fist was so strong and fierce that even if his body had undergone three changes in his muscles, bones, and skin, he couldn't resist it.

"Click!"

The sound of bone cracking sounded, and if someone could see through the flesh and skin, they could see the phalanges, wrists, and forearm bones of the left fist where Chen Yuan and Fang Ze were handed over.

Chen Yuan snorted and flew out upside down.

His left hand was mostly half-dead.

At the same time, Chen Yuan was extremely frightened!

How could the martial arts of this Ten Thousand Miles Returning Sect be so powerful?

If Chen Yuan hadn't been a master of the seventh transformation of the flesh, he would have already changed all three changes in his muscles, bones and skin, and if he changed to a person from the Qi and Blood Realm, the true qi fist strength of Fang Ze's punch just now could directly beat the opponent's arm and belt bones into mud!

Chen Yuan retreated quickly, he screamed sharply, and almost instantly, a thick fog suddenly appeared around him, hiding Chen Yuan in it, and he couldn't see his figure.

The dense fog moved with Chen Yuan's figure, and it always seemed to be within the range of Chen Yuan's body.

"Thirty-six palms of clouds."

Fang Ze's mind turned around.

He had experienced the memory of Ding Yong's divine soul and recognized this Xuanwu Palace's signature martial arts.

The thirty-six palms of clouds and mist are based on the Xuanwu Palace's fundamental exercises, the Xuanwu True Sutra, once it is cast, under the true air rotation, it can transform the fog around the body.

This layer of fog can perceive the opponent's true qi to a certain extent, while hiding the body, and can also manipulate the true qi in the fog at the same time to transform the attack, true and false, so that the enemy really falls into the fog, and the truth is not distinguished.

In all fairness, the exercises and moves of the Xuanwu Palace can be regarded as top-grade martial arts, especially good at changing.

Fang Ze's face was calm, and he pursued directly forward.

Chen Yuan was wrapped in the mist, and when he saw Fang Ze chasing after him, the dense mist conjured up six air currents, each of which had a phantom shadow of his palm, and hit Fang Ze head-on.

This is the strange place of the Thirty-Six Palms of Cloud and Mist, which can hide the caster's body with dense fog, and can also control True Qi to transform attacks in the dense fog.

These six palms, true and false, real and false.

If you think it is void, the true qi may be real or it may be the palm of the real hand.

If you think it is true, the true qi may be transferred and dissipated at any time or turned into another attack, and even the real palm can be withdrawn, leaving only a thick fog and a phantom, tempting the enemy to misjudge.

Reality and fiction are born together.

Chen Yuan was injured, and he could still make such an attack, but he would not fall into the name of the great sect of Xuanwu Palace, and there was indeed real material.

Fang Ze did not dodge or dodge.

He brought his right index finger and middle finger together, flicked forward, and then gently flicked it.

"Ahh

In the thick fog, there was an exclamation.

Two of the six palm-shaped mist that poked out of the dense fog suddenly shrank back, looking ...... It was like shooting back in the thick fog!

It turned out to be a self-defeating oneself?

Chen Yuan in the dense fog was inexplicably frightened.

He used the thirty-six palms of clouds and mist, thinking that he could retract half a move to stop the disadvantage, but what he didn't expect was that his arms suddenly didn't obey the call, and the palms of his hands turned around and his chest was imprinted!

Chen Yuan didn't know the reason for this sudden loss of control of his arms, let alone how to deal with it, and he could only control his true qi from spitting out of his palms after being shocked, otherwise he would really vomit blood by himself.

Fang Ze's face was expressionless, and he directly invaded the mist, the six mist palm prints retracted into two, and the remaining four false moves had already been seen through, and there was no threat, and they were self-defeating.

Fang Ze went deep into the mist, and suddenly kicked out a leg at an extremely close range, hitting Chen Yuan's chest in the mist.

With this kick with fierce true qi, Chen Yuan spurted blood from his mouth and was kicked out.

"Boom!"

Chen Yuan flew out seven or eight meters away with a thick fog, until he hit a big tree in the forest that was hugged by two people, and the trunk of the big tree burst from behind after being hit, and the seven or eight meter-high tree broke directly from below.

"Click!" The trunk of the tree fell to the ground with a bang.

Fallen leaves are scattered all over the ground.

The mist on Chen Yuan's body gradually dissipated, revealing his true face.

He sat on the ground, his back against the broken roots of the tree, coughing up blood in his mouth, and his eyes were fierce and fierce, but if you looked closely, you could see that there were three points of fear.

If Chen Yuan hadn't transferred most of the strength of Fang Ze's leg to that big tree at the last moment, he would have been kicked to death directly!

Fang Ze was so angry, he was so domineering!

The two looked at each other for a moment.

"What kind of martial arts are you?" Chen Yuan suddenly spoke.

He was bleeding from his mouth and nose, blood was stained between his teeth, and his clothes had been kicked with violent force, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"Thousands of miles to the sect, yin and yang mixed Xuangong."

Fang Ze's green shirt fluttered in the night breeze and replied indifferently.

Chen Yuan gritted his teeth, and only said after a while: "I was careless...... The Wanligui sect is not famous for its martial arts in the rivers and lakes, only light skills are famous, I underestimate you, cough ......" He spit out another mouthful of blood, and then said fiercely: "I didn't expect you to be so able to fight!" ”

Fang Ze smiled slightly.

Indeed, the Wanligui sect has no reputation for martial arts in the rivers and lakes, and only light skills are famous in the world.

But who said that the disciples of the Wanli Sect can't fight?

If it really can't be fought, how can the Wanli Gui Sect continue from the Middle Ages to the present for ten thousand years?

Low-key does not mean that there is no strength.

Chen Yuan gritted his teeth, feeling extremely aggrieved in his heart.

He was a little unconvinced of the loss.

As soon as he started, Chen Yuan felt that Fang Ze's realm was also the realm of the seventh change of the physical body.

This can be confirmed from the strength of the true qi and the feeling of fighting, and it will not be faked.

Chen Yuan has a lot of grievances.

He is obviously in the same realm as Fang Ze, if he is profound, he should be more profound, after all, he is twenty-seven, and he is only one step away from the eighth change of the physical realm.

Fang Ze was also in his early twenties, and Chen Yuan had been practicing martial arts longer than Fang Ze should be, but when he really started to do it, it turned out that Fang Ze's true qi was more powerful and his strength was stronger.

How exactly is this practiced?

That's fine, just if the other party is a martial arts genius, Chen Yuan can recognize it by pinching his nose.

But what made him most embarrassed was that Fang Ze's realm did not exceed him much, but the exercises were very weird.

Chen Yuan had never seen such a big gap between femininity and masculine true qi, but he could transform so quickly, so naturally and smoothly.

It's like fighting against two people whose practices are completely different in nature or even diametrically opposed.

Chen Yuan was extremely uncomfortable.

This is due to the special nature of the exercises, although Chen Yuan is not convinced, he can still reluctantly admit it.

But what kind of evil move is the other party's manipulation of the flesh?

Chen Yuan's arms were not under his control just now, and he actually beat himself by himself.

Chen Yuan is still deeply shocked by this.

If it weren't for this, Chen Yuan wouldn't have been so embarrassed.

Also, Fang Ze should be the first time to fight against a Xuanwu Palace disciple who knows the thirty-six palms of the clouds, right? Why was he not confused at all, and easily broke this palm technique?

Chen Yuan was very confident in the attainments and power of the Thirty-six Palms of Cloud Mist, but today, he felt deep self-doubt.

Chen Yuan felt that the Fang Ze he faced today was evil!

Fang Ze looked at Chen Yuan and said:

"I don't know why you have to do it to me, but it's right that you have malicious intentions towards me."

"Chen Yuan, your left hand is half useless, your ribs are probably broken seven or eight, and your remaining combat power is limited."

"Do you think I'm going to cut the grass and eradicate the roots directly today, and get rid of you?"

Chen Yuan listened to Fang Ze's bland words, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

"Fang Ze, killing me won't do you any good...... Although I am injured at this time, if you really kill you, I still have the secret technique to stimulate my potential, and when the time comes, you will not feel good! ”

"Even if your strength is higher than mine, I can still do it if I fight to the death, and I can still do it by exchanging my death for your serious injury."

"I advise you not to try."

Chen Yuan said in his mouth.

But it's a little lustful.

"Hehe, what if I want to try?" Fang Ze smiled, his gaze cold.

Chen Yuan's body shook involuntarily.

Fang Ze slowly raised his palm.

Chen Yuan struggled to stand up, his face was very ugly, and he changed again and again.

The expression of fierceness and hesitation and weakness kept changing.

Fang Zedo seemed to be about to take a step forward and continue to move.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan finally overwhelmed his desperate thoughts.

His expression weakened, and he leaned back against the broken tree.

"Can you not kill me?"

Chen Yuan said.

There was still some fierceness on his face.

But there was a hint of pleading in his tone.

He was still afraid of death.

"What's the benefit of not killing you?"

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

Fang Ze said.

"Kill me, I'll fight hard, you'll be seriously injured!" Chen Yuan said.

Fang Ze was expressionless and took a step forward.

"This is the sphere of influence of Xuanwu Palace, I am a core disciple of Xuanwu Palace, if you kill me, I will be hunted down by the elders of Xuanwu Palace!" Chen Yuan's pressure increased, his speech quickened, and he continued.

Fang Ze ignored him and continued to take a step forward.

Chen Yuan's pressure continued to increase, and seeing that Fang Ze didn't seem to stop, Chen Yuan blurted out: "If you don't kill me, I'll tell you why I designed you and what my purpose is!" ”

"You don't want to fight with me in a mess, and then you don't know why, do you?"

Fang Ze stopped.

He looked at Chen Yuan and said, "Tell me, why?" ”

Chen Yuan saw Fang Ze stop, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Chen Yuan realized that the sweat he had just shed nervously had soaked through his clothes.

Fang Ze didn't give Chen Yuan time to recover.

Fang Ze said lightly: "Don't try to lie to me, you can tell you in advance, I have a unique secret technique, I can judge whether what you say is true or false, if it is a lie, then don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

Chen Yuan's heart beat violently when he heard this.

If Fang Ze said this at the beginning, Chen Yuan might have scoffed.

But just now, Fang Ze's strange skills came out one after another, and Chen Yuan couldn't figure out the depth of Fang Ze, so he didn't dare to talk nonsense at will.

Chen Yuan took a deep breath and said, "I'm looking for you, mainly to ......"

"A bead!"

"I know, the red bead of the Flying Snake Sect is in your hand!"