Su Heng took out the yellowed book from the shelf and looked through it carefully.

Turtle breath is really fixed, the famous turtle breath Dafa, also known as Xuanwu Ding.

In Su Heng's previous life, he had heard of the great name of this exercise. Legend has it that there is a Taoist elder who can hold his breath underwater for more than two hours when he practices turtle breath gong, far beyond the limits of human beings.

And the turtle breath gong recorded in the Zangjing Pavilion of the Medicine King Valley has been inherited for a long time, and the effect is even more incredible.

"This Turtle Breath Gong, if you practice to the fullest, it can indeed produce a stronger total amount of strength than the same realm, and it also has the effect of prolonging life."

Su Heng concluded: "Of course, this exercise was placed here, and no one cared about it for a long time. There are also fatal drawbacks.

- The practice speed of this exercise is very slow, and the requirements for qualifications are extremely strict. Those who do not have great wisdom and perseverance cannot get started. ”

But in general.

The turtle's breath is still strong.

And the contribution points required are not expensive, and they are still on top of the spring breeze trick.

If it weren't for the contribution from the hands of the senior brother, Su Heng really wouldn't have been able to bring this exercise back.

Su Heng briefly browsed the exercises and cheats on the remaining bookshelf, and finally decided to choose the Turtle Breath Gong for exchange.

"Actually, there are a few secret techniques in it that are quite good..."

Su Heng felt a little pity in his heart.

If he could, he would also be willing to take away two of those secret techniques and go back to study them carefully.

It's a pity.

Now I don't have enough contribution points.

Moreover, considering that there may be a conflict with the people of the state army in the future.

In the face of a musket siege, strong strength is more important than a short burst.

After making a decision.

Su Heng returned to the fourth floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

Tell Old Man Mo about the two exercises he chose.

"Boy, your ambition is not small." Old Man Mo laughed twice, but he didn't say anything, returned to the house, and handed Su Heng the cultivation methods of the two true skills.

Su Heng stretched out his hand to take it.

After clasping his fists and thanking Old Man Mo, he left in a hurry, and couldn't wait to return to his small courtyard and start trying to start cultivating.

……

In a small remote courtyard near Yaowang Mountain.

The laurel tree, full of yellow flowers, stands in the golden sunlight.

Two sparrows, attracted to them, carved their nests in the branches of the trees that were separated like black iron, and chirped incessantly.

Under the laurel tree.

Su Heng was practicing seriously in a strange posture.

He was lying on his back on the ground, his legs and arms naturally apart, his legs at an angle equal to shoulder-width apart.

As you inhale, your upper body lifts up with the strength of your waist, supports the ground with your head, and your eyes look out as much as you can, bringing in all the mist-shrouded Yakuo Mountain and the dazzling blue light in the sky.

When you exhale, slowly lower your waist and put it back on the ground.

With every breath of Su Heng, his waist would arch upwards into a semicircle of nearly one hundred and eighty degrees.

Such an astonishing level of flexibility that even some singers who have been dancing since childhood can't show it.

But now.

Su Heng's two-meter-seven body is close to two-meter-eight.

When you make such an action, the upper and lower muscle fibers of the body beat, tense, and connect together, and it seems that there is a shocking beauty of coordination.

What was even more surprising was that Su Heng not only had exaggerated movements, but also had an interval between each breath that was as long as a quarter of an hour.

When you inhale, your mouth and nose are filled with white mist and purple light.

As he exhaled, the entire courtyard was like a strong wind, and the huge laurel trees beside him were shaking slightly.

It's hard to imagine.

This kind of movement is only caused by spiritual practice.

From the beginning of the morning when the sky was just bright and the sky was rippling with purple light, to the dusk of sunset, the joyful playing noise of the disciples when they returned from Yaowang Mountain came, a whole half a day.

Su Heng practiced in the courtyard.

No food, no water, no rest, twelve hours went by in a flash.

Bang!

Su Heng stretched out his hand and gently patted it on the ground.

Two rings are clearly visible, swinging outwards where the palms of the hands land.

Su Heng turned over and stood up, opened his eyes, breathed a long sigh of relief, and looked at the sky in front of him, with a little surprise on his face.

"The Turtle Breath True Determination Gong is really extraordinary, in the process of practicing, it seems to have forgotten the passage of time..."Su Heng made such a sigh.

Gray-white handwriting appeared in front of him.

[Height: 2.75 meters]

[Potential: 17 points]

Sixteen times more than ordinary people's potential, it is truly terrifying.

This Turtle Breath True Dinggong, which is famous for its difficult and difficult cultivation, was successfully introduced by Su Heng in less than two days.

And, in the process of practice. It was as if he had really turned into an old turtle, his mind became slower, and he became less sensitive to the passage of time.

Even more amazing is that.

For a whole day, there was no food, no water.

But now Su Heng still feels full of energy and is in the most peak state.

"The turtle's breath is really fixed, the spring breeze is tricky... After these two exercises are all raised to the level of strength, they may be able to step into the realm of the Golden Body Martial Master. ”

Su Heng stretched out his hand and stretched out his five fingers.

Then hold it firmly.

Bang!

The air, which had no time to escape, was squeezed by the terrifying force.

It turned into a white torrent visible to the naked eye, bursting out with a crisp sound like a long whip whistling through the air.

In the whole courtyard, there was a burst of sand and rocks, and even the two nesting sparrows on the laurel tree fluttered their wings and flew away.

Practice day after day.

Four months passed in a hurry, and it was autumn.

The autumn wind was bleak, the geese flew south, and the yellow fallen leaves flew down from the mountain wall, passing the small courtyard where Su Heng lived alone, passing the corner towers, and passing the somewhat deserted streets.

Finally, it fell into the Tingyang Lake in the middle of the Medicine King Valley, setting off small ripples.

Su Heng slowly withdrew his gaze from the withered yellow leaves that swept through the sky.

Close your eyes, then open them.

Take a long breath of relief and blow the fallen leaves all over the ground into the air.

The huge body of nearly two meters nine slowly got up, and the walls of the small courtyard could only reach Su Heng's shoulder.

If a passer-by walks outside at this time, you can clearly see the mature faces that suddenly appear in the small courtyard, and you may be startled.

In the past.

Su Heng would still pay attention to this, and use the bone shrinking technique to cover it a little when walking outside or even in the courtyard.

But now, with the deterioration of the environment of Yunzhou Mansion.

Although the state army did not directly attack the Medicine King Valley, a series of industries related to the Medicine King Valley, the seizure of the seizure and the raiding of the house, some contradictions and conflicts broke out between the two.

But in the end, it was all gone.

There weren't many inner disciples in the Medicine King Valley.

Most of them are foreign disciples, miscellaneous servants, tourists, and businessmen who have come to practice martial arts.

When these people left because of the increasingly harsh environment, and each looked for their own way out, the scenery in the Medicine King Valley suddenly became much more gloomy.

Su Heng simply stopped deliberately hiding his figure.

In the old days.

In autumn, the streets are full of dead leaves.

There will be many young male and female disciples walking together and talking about love.

There are also some rich disciples, who are vassals and elegant, and invite some friends to sing history and nostalgia on the shore of Tingyang Lake and express their autumn thoughts.

But when the wheels of the times rolled over, those rich disciples were raided and wiped out one by one because of the conflict between Yaowang Valley and the state army, and their hearts were like ashes, but they couldn't make any interesting poems.

Look at the view outside.

Su Heng pondered for a while, but decided to fill his stomach first.

He used his bone shrinking skills to disguise his body size at about two meters two, put on a black robe, and walked towards the restaurant where he often eats.

In the restaurant.

People sit in the corner and chat, and from time to time they can hear the voice of shouting for Xiao Er.

Su Heng found a position near the lakeside and sat down, quietly tabled, and soon Xiao Er came to him with a smile on his face: "Master Su, is it still like usual?" ”

"Hmm."

Su Heng nodded, took out a few copper coins from his arms and put them on the table.

The little second stretched out his hand to take the copper coin, bowed to Su Heng again and again, and after thanking him, he left happily.

Warriors and ordinary people almost live in two different worlds.

Su Heng casually bought some medicine powder needed for cultivation, which was often hundreds of taels or thousands of taels of silver. But for those ordinary people at the bottom, a few copper coins are enough to make them happy for a whole day.

At the urging of Xiao Er.

The meal ordered by Su Heng was quickly served and placed on the table, and the fragrance came to the nostrils.

He had just lifted the chopsticks and eaten two bites when he heard the sound of the two gloating conversations not far away.

Chopsticks holding a piece of beef hang in mid-air.

Su Heng tilted his ears slightly.

Attention was drawn to the conversation between the two.

"Have you heard, the general of the state army named Fan Chong is dead!" One of them, a middle-aged man in white who looked like a scribe, stroked his long beard and said with a smile.

"What a good thing! Good thing! ”

Opposite the white-clothed scribe, a man as black and greasy as a butcher couldn't help but clap his hands.

"One of our elders in the Medicine King Valley died tragically at the hands of this person after being attacked by a sneak attack, which is extremely hateful!" Speaking of this, the black man couldn't help but wonder: "Although Fan Chong hates this person, he can't fake the force of refining the furnace.

Except for those god refining masters who saw the beginning and the end of the dragon, Fan Chong could also be regarded as the number one top person in Yunzhou Mansion.

How could such a master die so easily? ”

"Well, to be honest, I don't know—" The white-clothed scribe looked left and right, and found that no one was paying attention.

Only then did he lower his voice, "I heard from a friend that Fan Chong was killed by the real dragon.

A few days ago, the true dragon that had disappeared for a long time reappeared, and Fan Chong and several other generals of the state army led the army to the siege.

As a result, the army that was killed by the true dragon was defeated, and the martial artists of the furnace realm alone died a full three. Those ordinary warriors and soldiers were killed and injured by thousands, and the scene was simply a river of blood and miserable. ”

"In the end, it was several God Refining Grandmasters who attacked at the same time, which forced the true dragon to retreat... Otherwise, I'm afraid that the compound where the state army is stationed will be lifted away by the real dragon. ”

At this, the middle-aged scribe couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"True Dragon..."

The conversation between the two, although deliberately lowered their voices.

But Su Heng's perception was so keen, and he listened to all the content of the conversation word for word.

As the state army was rampant and domineering in Yunzhou during this time, the news of the birth of the true dragon was gradually suppressed. I thought that this matter would pass quietly, but I didn't expect that such a big event has happened now.

After eating, go to the front desk to settle the bill.

Su Heng did not return to his small courtyard to rest, but came to Yaowang Mountain, on a cliff.

He took off his clothes, folded them and set them aside, and the sound of fine bones like popping beans was heard in his body, and his body immediately returned to an exaggerated height of nearly two meters nine.

The spring breeze, the rain, the turtle's breath...

One after another, the majestic strength gradually emerged on Su Heng's body.

His burly body seemed to be surrounded by a layer of surging wind and waves, and the jungle and turf around him were constantly surging and undulating in all directions under this exaggerated force.

Roar!

Under the cliffs.

In the middle of the purple strange bamboo forest, a huge black tiger like a mountain of meat suddenly opened its eyes and roared.

Countless birds flapped their wings and flew off into the distance.

Compared with the realm of the golden body and the realm of no leakage, it is only reflected in the total amount and quality of strength.

If it is said that the strength of the martial artist of the Leakless Realm is a layer of cloth, then the strength of the martial artist of the Golden Body Realm is a layer of heavy iron armor.

When Su Heng successfully cultivated the Turtle Breath True Determination Gong and the Spring Breeze Technique to the point of strength, the quality and total amount of strength changed again.

Step into the realm of the golden body.

For Su Heng, it was a natural thing.

And the black-threaded tiger in front of him was a big meal that Su Heng prepared for himself in order to celebrate the breakthrough of the realm.

Su Heng flew out from top to bottom.

The surging strength and the hideous huge body of the black-lined tiger collided together without any fancy fancy.

Bang!

In the air, a ring of force exploded visibly with the naked eye.

The energy exploded, the surrounding bamboo forests were broken one after another, and the huge branches with the thickness of the adult's waist were crushed into powder by the violent and ruthless force.

Roar!

The black-lined tiger let out an angry roar.

The huge body of Roshan, in mid-air, was smashed to the ground by Su Heng, leaving a huge hole.

In the violent shaking, it stood up again and charged towards Su Heng again.

But it was still useless, the strength coefficient on Su Heng's body was stimulated, and the black tide pressed down, and the black-lined tiger like a heavy tank was forced to press in place, and then flew backwards.

After a dozen fights.

The black-threaded tiger let out a wail, blood oozing from the corners of its mouth.

Its smooth fur was stained with mud, one leg was broken, and it limped as it ran.

The bright yellow pupils like amber did not have the ferocity before, and after a threatening roar, the black-lined tiger turned around and ran, no longer entangled with Su Heng.

"Where to run!"

Su Heng snorted coldly, his Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

How can you easily let go of a big meal in hand.

When he ran along the black-lined tiger, the stirring yellow smoke and dust chased all the way, and soon, a vast lake with endless blue waves appeared in front of him.

Got to the edge of the lake.

The black-threaded tiger seemed to suddenly feel something.

He threw himself forward and fell to the ground, holding his head with his claws, and his whole body couldn't stop shaking.

"What's going on?"

Su Heng was a little surprised.

The black line tiger looks like a small beast that has encountered a natural enemy.

But the black-lined tiger is already one of the top alien beasts in Yaowang Mountain, an ordinary golden body realm martial artist, this guy can fight a group.

If even the black-lined tiger can encounter natural enemies, how terrifying should its natural enemies be!?

In the next moment.

Su Heng's doubts were answered.

Bang!

There was the sound of thunder rolling in the sky, the wind howled, and the fierce white light could not open the eyes.

Su Heng withdrew and retreated, and his heavy pupils opened.

Seeing the lake in front of him rise layer by layer, pressing down, a huge whirlpool appeared, and at the same time, a terrifying beast tens of meters long like a pillar of heaven escaped into the pool of water like thunder, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The dreary burden like Mount Tai's top shrouded Su Heng's spiritual will.

Blood erupted from the corners of his eyes, his mouth was open, his heart was beating violently, and his face was full of horror that he had never felt before.

"A real dragon!?"

He had always thought that these things were far away from him.

I didn't expect that... I didn't expect to be able to see it with my own eyes today.

"Not good!"

Su Heng thought of the conversation he heard in the restaurant just now, and his heart jumped violently: "The battle between the God Refining Grandmaster and the True Dragon, if I encounter it, it will be a death!" Gotta get out of here. ”

Su Heng did not hesitate at all.

The strength is stimulated, and he runs away in the other direction.

……

Half an hour later.

On the lake where calm was restored, two figures were suspended in mid-air, one after the other.

Although the strength of these two bodies is not majestic, it is like some kind of living thing, twisting back and forth, folding the light, faintly forming a half-virtual and half-real foot under the feet, holding the two of them firmly in mid-air.

The person on the left has a hat on his head and a long sword, and his face is not clear.

The other person was dressed in white, and the countenance on his face was changing all the time.

The woman who was still soft and amorous just now turned into a brutal red-faced bearded man in the next moment, which was very weird.

"Let it escape again?" The figure of the hat grasped the long sword in his hand and spoke resentfully.

"No hurry, no hurry."

The ghost-faced man opened his mouth and laughed, "The more times the true dragon appears, the more flaws will be revealed. Together, these flaws are its fatal flaws..."

Seeing the ghost-faced man's sworn appearance, the figure of the hat couldn't help but ask, "Could it be Brother Hundred Faces, who has already found the flaw of the real dragon?" ”

"I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure."

The ghost-faced man said lightly: "The real dragon has such a huge body, but it can hide in the city, and disappear under our noses several times, obviously it has the ability to incarnate into a human. ”

"Many of the grandmasters of Yunzhou Mansion have more or less had a record of fighting the true dragon head-on, but there is only one person..."

"You mean the valley master of the Medicine King Valley!" The figure of the hat lost his voice and said: "I originally thought that this valley master just didn't like fighting, but when you say this... There must be a deep connection between the Valley Lord of the Medicine King Valley and the True Dragon. ”

"Even, the valley master of the Medicine King Valley and the true dragon are one!"

"Huh."

The ghost-faced figure smiled, "Yes or no, you'll know when the time comes." You can rest assured, I have my own plan. ”

(End of chapter)