A desolate and tragic aura rushed straight to the three souls and seven spirits and devoured hundreds of people in the rivers and lakes, although they did not see the scene of rivers of blood flowing and corpses piling up like mountains.

But everyone Fang Ping killed was a top master of the pseudo-innate realm, and those who could cultivate to such a realm were all existences that were expected to set foot in the innate realm, but in Fang Ping's hands, there was no room for resistance and struggle.

Raising his eyes, Fang Ping was covered in blood, but this blood came from the pseudo-innate realm powerhouse he had killed, and his tall and majestic body was not scarred at all.

"It's not early, if you don't make a move, Fang Mouke will leave."

Fang Ping's voice was like the cry of Hong Zhong Da Lu, and in the dead of night, his voice could be clearly heard within a radius of several miles.

Not long after this urging fell, Fang Ping rushed towards Fenglin Mansion City.

Fang Ping, who entered the city of Fenglin Mansion, did not notice that someone was following him behind him, and hundreds of people in the rivers and lakes were also thrown far away by him, out of caution, Fang Ping still shuttled around the outer city for a few hours, and when the sun rose the next day, Fang Ping returned to Qinghe Fang with a sigh of relief.

"There is no strong man from the Innate Realm to make a move, but this is only temporary, I originally planned to cultivate in this Fenglin Mansion City for a period of time, but now it seems that the plan can't catch up with the changes, and I have to leave early."

Fang Ping talked to himself and climbed over the courtyard wall and entered the courtyard.

Fang Ying was still asleep, Li Rou got up early, boiled water and porridge in the kitchen, prepared breakfast for Fang Ying, and when she saw Fang Ping come back, she was so happy that all her worries turned into joy at this moment.

Hearing the movement, Fang Ying also walked out of the house, and shouted in a daze, "Second brother, second brother is back?" ”

"Well, I'm back, I've grown a little taller." Fang Ping patted Xiao Nizi's head with a smile, and then said in surprise: "Breakthrough? ”

After he had been gone for two months, Fang Ying had actually broken through to the Eight-Rank Iron Bone Realm.

"Yes, I broke through half a month ago." Fang Ying raised her chin sleepily.

The second brother only entered the martial arts at the age of fifteen, and she Fang Ying entered the martial arts at the age of eight, and now she has broken through to the eight-rank iron bone realm, what does this mean? Her talent and potential are still above Fang Ping!

After a few breaths, Fang Ying frowned, why didn't she praise him? This is different from what she imagined, shouldn't the second brother praise her in shock, for example, she did a good job, she deserves to be my Fangping's sister, she is really angry......

Fang Ping also saw it, Xiao Nizi looked up and waited for himself to praise it, but he was not in the mood now, if he wanted to talk about talent, Xiao Nizi would be mediocre, she could enter the product, and break through to the eighth grade of martial arts so quickly, it was all the road paved for him by Fang Ping, who was his brother, if Fang Ping did not provide meat supplements, pills, and deliver turtle breath true qi, Fang Ying would not have today's achievements.

"Mother cooks for you."

"Yes." Fang Ping nodded.

"Second brother, where have you been for so long?"

Fang Ying pretended to wash her face, pestering Fang Ping to ask questions.

"I went outside the city, there is a peach orchard there, the trees are full of peaches, big and sweet, I originally wanted to bring you a few, but after a long time they all rotted." Fang Ping replied absentmindedly.

"It's okay, just take me with you next time. Second brother, what kind of treasure is in this box behind you, can you take it out and show it to me? Xiao Nizi thought about it one by one, and stared at the sword box behind Fang Ping.

"Okay." Fang Ping opened the sword box, revealing the innate Xuan Soldier who had not yet recovered, but also had an amazing aura entangled, the thirteen sleeping eyes outside the sword body were vivid, and the red blood spots at the edge were like fresh blood that had just been contaminated.

Fang Ying felt frightened at a glance, and her little face turned pale.

Forged Sword Villa.

Two figures stood in front of the gate of the villa and blew the cold wind all night.

After seeing a figure coming back from a distance, the brother and sister greeted him back and forth, "Father." ”

Sikong Hu hummed, recalling the scene that happened last night, he was still a little embarrassed at this moment, and said with emotion: "That kid has already left, last night he killed nineteen pseudo-congenital realm powerhouses in one go. ”

"The third brother is brave and invincible! Did he use the Innate Xuan Soldier? That's right. ”

Sikong Hu glared at his son, "Sitting in the well and watching the sky, don't you hear that there are people outside the world?" That kid is a demon who can subdue the innate Xuan soldiers, and his combat power is estimated to be comparable to the super powerhouses of the Innate Realm, especially the means of true qi into armor, which can ignore all the attacks and kills of the nineteen pseudo-congenital realm powerhouses, and this son's talent is even more terrifying than what he thought for his father. ”

"Dad means that the third brother didn't use the innate Xuan Soldier to kill nineteen pseudo-congenital realm powerhouses?" Sikong Li took a breath, "No wonder he is so fearless, if he uses the Innate Xuan Soldier, he may be able to argue with the Innate Martial Artist." ”

Sikong Jian nodded ashamedly, "It's the child who sits in the well and watches the sky, people like the third brother are definitely not things in the pool." ”

Sikong Hu was depressed, his pair of children still didn't fully understand Fang Ping's horror, and only by witnessing how Fang Ping crushed the murderer, could he really feel how terrifying the young man's martial arts talent was, and he even suspected that Fang Ping last night hadn't taken out all his strength.

……

At noon.

Fang Ping walked out of the door, his bones crackled and writhed, and when he walked out of the alley of Qinghefang, he turned into a young man of more than one meter and eight meters.

Judging from the appearance alone, there is a world of difference from Fang Ping's original appearance, this method of changing the shape and appearance of the body through the dislocation of bones is easy for powerful martial artists, and the difficult thing is how to change a person's breath.

On the square where a large number of caravans of caravans gathered somewhere in the inner city, Fang Ping inquired about it, there was a large caravan, going to the "Guangling Mansion" bordering Fenglin Mansion, the caravan numbered more than 500 people, the guards were all martial artists, and there were martial arts masters in the upper three realms to lead the team, and the caravan owner was the Qiu family in Fenglin Mansion City.

Fang Ping immediately found the old housekeeper of the Qiu family who led this group of caravans, and said that he was also going to Guangling Mansion and wanted to set off with the caravan.

The old housekeeper of the Qiu family was over sixty years old, but he had a tough body, and he also had martial arts cultivation in his body, and he looked at Fang Ping with a shrewd gaze, "If you want to set off with the caravan, it depends on what your identity is, whether you want to contribute or pay." ”

There are many bandits and thieves in the wasteland, and there are many caravans, and they all have a background behind them, which can avoid many troubles, which leads to many pedestrians wanting to blend in with the caravan, but the caravan does not support idlers, either pay money or contribute.

"Let's do it, I'm a middle and third-grade martial artist, and I'm good at fighting people." Fang Ping's face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

"Alright, the caravan will leave tomorrow." The old housekeeper of the Qiu family agreed, a middle-grade martial artist is still quite useful.

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(End of chapter)