Fang Zixuan stood in the rain, closed his eyes, and began to sprint with all his strength towards the last bit of fist intent.

The fist seed the size of a broad bean in the center of his eyebrows shook violently like a purple scorching sun, and circles of dazzling purple light rippled out.

Among so many artistic conceptions, the artistic conception of destruction is the most irritable.

It seemed to feel that Fang Zixuan's fist intent was becoming more and more irritable, and a mysterious breeze was gently blowing in Fang Zixuan's mind again.

As this mysterious breeze swept through Fang Zixuan's mind, at this moment, Fang Zixuan felt that his mind was incomparably clear, and then, Fang Zixuan seemed to be able to touch the barrier of the second layer of fist intent.

There was still thunder in his ears, but Fang Zixuan was already completely immersed in the world of fist intent at this time, and a terrifying aura gradually emanated from Fang Zixuan's eyebrows.

Whoosh, poof, puff, ah, a series of dense sounds suddenly sounded in the retreat place of Qingzhu Peak, this is the sound of those birds being alarmed by this terrifying breath, frightened, hurriedly flying into the distance, for a while, hundreds of birds on Qingzhu Peak flew together.

Wang Wenguang frowned, and then a breath also emanated from his body, and then this aura was like a dense net, surrounding Fang Zixuan's place within a radius of five zhang.

It's just that those flying birds have been alarmed, even if they suddenly can't feel the existence of that terrifying aura at this time, they still don't dare to fly back to Qingzhu Peak easily.

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

Fang Zixuan stood motionless at the top of Qingzhu Peak for three days, and as time passed, the aura that Fang Zixuan exuded became more and more terrifying.

In fact, if Fang Zixuan had comprehended the second layer of the Destruction Artistic Conception in the Martial King Realm, he would not have exuded such a terrifying aura, because at that time, he could easily control the fluctuation of this fist intent, but now, Fang Zixuan was only the early stage of the martial arts, which made it difficult for Fang Zixuan to control the fluctuation of this fist intent, so when some of the fist intent fluctuations were out of control, he exuded such a terrifying aura.

Fortunately, Wang Wenguang was present and blocked this leaked terrifying aura in time, otherwise, it might be discovered by others. Speaking of which, Fang Zixuan was lucky when he first comprehended the fist intent, the aura he exuded at that time was not as strong as it is now, and it happened that there was no one around Wusong Mountain at that time.

Although the aura exuded by Fang Zixuan became stronger and stronger, Wang Wenguang's aura was like an extremely tough net, and Fang Zixuan's aura collided with Wang Wenguang's aura net, like ice encountering lava, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

And so it went on for another six days.

Wang Wenguang found that the aura exuded by Fang Zixuan seemed to be extreme, and even his eyebrows were beating slightly rhythmically.

Gradually, the beating rhythm between Fang Zixuan's eyebrows became consistent with the beating rhythm of his heart.

And at the moment when the beating rhythm of the two was the same, a hurricane suddenly blew from Fang Zixuan's side, and this hurricane blew Fang Zixuan's clothes and hair violently.

Seeing this change, Wang Wenguang woke up even more of his spirit, because he knew that Fang Zixuan's second-layer fist intent breakthrough was imminent.

However, at this moment, a thunder snake suddenly crossed the sky where the thunder had gradually subsided, and immediately, a huge thunderclap resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Hearing this thunder, Wang Wenguang's pupils instantly contracted, and his eyes stared at Fang Zixuan, because he was not sure if this thunder would disturb Fang Zixuan.

It's just that Wang Wenguang saw that Fang Zixuan's demeanor was still as usual, and there was no major change, so the boulder in his heart was put down, it seems that as this kid said, the nine razers didn't alarm him last time, let alone a single razer this time. It's just that why is this kid's state of mind so exaggerated? It doesn't look like a martial arts kid in his early thirties at all.

However, surprise to surprise, Fang Zixuan can have such a state of mind, Wang Wenguang is still very pleased.

Just after this thunderous sound, Wang Wenguang felt that the aura exuded by Fang Zixuan seemed to have weakened a little, if it weren't for Wang Wenguang's frequent training with Fang Zixuan during this period of time, and he was very familiar with his fist aura, Wang Wenguang might not be able to detect this extremely faint change.

Six hours later, Wang Wenguang had clearly felt that Fang Zixuan's aura was weakening.

The critical time has come, Wang Wenguang knows that this is Fang Zixuan's fist intent from sending to receiving, and when this breath is completely withdrawn by Fang Zixuan, it is time for Fang Zixuan's fist intent to be successfully promoted.

The aura that emanated around Fang Zixuan slowly sank into Fang Zixuan's eyebrows like a hundred birds returning to their nests.

Three days later.

The aura emanating from Fang Zixuan seemed very faint and faint.

An hour later, when the last wisp of breath was inhaled into the center of Fang Zixuan's eyebrows, Wang Wenguang felt that Fang Zixuan seemed to have changed back to his usual appearance, and even the beating between his eyebrows slowly calmed down.

Another hour later, Fang Zixuan slowly opened his eyes, and at this moment, Wang Wenguang saw Fang Zixuan's eyes flash with an astonishing purple light, and then, this purple light disappeared.

Call.

Fang Zixuan exhaled a long and turbid breath.

Wang Wenguang asked with concern, "How is it?"

Fang Zixuan carefully felt the fist intent seed in his eyebrows, and saw that this seed was surrounded by two purple apertures, and this new purple aperture also occupied one-tenth of the space of the fist intent seed, and the two purple apertures were connected together, which occupied a total of two-tenths of the space of the fist intent seed. It seems that this means that he has comprehended the second layer of fist intent.

"Master, now that there are two purple circles of light around my fist intent seed, it seems that I should have successfully comprehended the second layer of fist intent. Fang Zixuan said.

Hearing Fang Zixuan's words, Wang Wenguang's nervous expression relaxed.

"Since there are two circles of light around your fist intent seed, then you have indeed succeeded. However, I still want to try your two percent destruction fist intent with my own hands, you can do it. Wang Wenguang said.

Fang Zixuan knew that his two-percent destruction fist intent would definitely not hurt Wang Wenguang, so he said, "Master, look at the fist." ”

After Fang Zixuan finished speaking, the aura in the dantian and the two fist intent between the eyebrows exploded at the same time, and the wind chasing fist of his right hand struck at Wang Wenguang's chest with an extremely fast move.

Wang Wenguang unhurriedly punched out with his right hand and met Fang Zixuan's right fist.

Burst.

The two fists collided, and instead of making the loud noise as imagined, it made a low sound.

Fang Zixuan suddenly felt that his right fist seemed to hit a thick ball of cotton, and the astonishing two-percent fist intent was offset by this thick ball of cotton without stirring up a single wave.

Wang Wenguang carefully felt the two-percent fist intent transmitted by Fang Zixuan's right fist, and after taking a breath, he withdrew his right fist and said: "Yes, your two-percent fist intent is good, even if someone in the Wuhou realm is hit by your punch, it will definitely be either dead or injured." ”

Fang Zixuan said in surprise: "Master, is that my strength comparable to that of someone in the realm of Wuhou?"