Chapter 28 Five Levels

Time flies like water, and time flies like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed.

"The last red corn rice!"

Fang Yuan raised his neck and drank the last of the red jade spirit rice porridge, feeling a warm air flow all over his body.

He looked at his attribute bar.

"Hmm... the fourth level of Black Sand Palm, has the proficiency reached 99%?"

Even though Huahu Diao has recognized that he has the ability to go to the land of spiritual fat, Fang Yuan still wants to insure himself a little more.

After more than ten days of hard work, he not only practiced the black sand palm to the peak, but even started to practice the eagle claw iron cloth shirt. Because the first four levels have already been broken, and the foundation is strong, it is almost impossible to practice at the beginning. It's overwhelming.

"Different from Black Sand Palm, Iron Cloth Shirt's defense is very comprehensive and balanced. There are bound to be dangers in the land of spiritual fat. There is no harm in having an extra hard skill to protect yourself!"

Fang Yuan muttered, and suddenly shot: "Flower fox!"

"Hiss!"

Accompanied by a neighing sound, a white figure suddenly appeared in the field, it was a fox mink.

But facing Fang Yuan's invitation to fight, it seemed a little scared.

After all, in these days of sparring, Fang Yuan's 'crazy' really frightened it a little, and being swept by the poisonous wind of Black Sand Palm is not a very comfortable thing.

"Haha... how about I give you an all-you-can-eat meal when the Lingmi matures next time?"

Seeing this, Fang Yuan immediately used red jade spirit rice to lure.

"Hiss!"

Seeing this, Huahu Mink's eyes brightened immediately, and he flew forward.

"Well done!"

Fang Yuan was fearless, and responded calmly. His hands seemed to turn into black windmills, and he struck out a series of palms, creating a black whirlwind.

"Hoo hoo!!!"

I don't know how long it took, Huahu Diao let out a strange cry, jumped out of the battle circle, and looked at the figure in the center with some trepidation.

"It turns out...the fifth layer of Black Sand Palm is to return to basics!"

Fang Yuan looked at his hands.

Seeing that the hands with bulging veins suddenly recovered, with a white and crystal color, not only the palms, but also the arms that had grown a lot, became slender at this time.

But he can still feel the astonishing inner breath surging in the meridians and acupoints.

Although it seems to be back to normal, the lethality is several times greater than that of the fourth floor!

He looked at the attribute bar, and saw that the description of Black Sand Palm had completely changed:

"Black Sand Palm [Five Levels] - the outer sect's cultivation technique has reached its peak state, returning to the original, the flesh palm is stronger than steel, the power can shatter gold and jade, and it is strengthened with toxins, and the inner breath is strengthened!"

"Inner breath?!"

Fang Yuan could indeed feel that the hotter inner breath filled his hands, and then along his arms, chest, and all the way to his lower abdomen, as if forming a small furnace, and something was being conceived in it.

"After the internal breath, it is condensed into a rope, which is for internal strength! This is also the essence of the sixth level of the wound door...however, if the breakthrough fails, the whole body will be injured, and it is possible to die!"

At this point in Wu Dao, he has entered the deep water area, and if he is not careful, there is a danger of ship destruction and death.

"but now……"

Fang Yuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Click!

As the furnace rolled in his lower abdomen, an obvious checkpoint was shattered.

"Fifth level of martial arts, it's done!"

At this time, Fang Yuan was less than two months away from practicing martial arts, but he had already broken through five levels. No genius could compare to him!

"This is mainly due to the proficiency of the system. Of course, the help of red jade rice, spiritual tea, etc. is also indispensable!"

Fang Yuan was not complacent, and looked at his attributes:

"Name: Fang Yuan

Essence: 2.7

Gas: 2.5

God: 1.5

Age: 18

Cultivation level: Martial arts level 5

Skills: Black Sand Palm [five layers], Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt [three layers]

Specialties: Medical Skills [Level 2], Implantation Techniques [Level 3]"

"Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt—Cultivate internally and externally. It is complete. It can be cultivated to the great completion of the twelve stages. After Dacheng, the whole body is covered with iron cloth, impermeable to water and fire, hard to hurt by swords, and comes with the inner strength of eagle claws! Currently For the third floor!"

"Martial arts broke through to the end, and the increase became more and more terrifying. Just the fifth level, it brought me an increase of 0.5 each in Jingyuan and Qiyuan. It's just a pity... there is no Shenyuan..."

At this time, Fang Yuan also discovered that this divine essence seemed to be the most difficult item to improve among the three flowers of spirit, energy, and spirit.

He was able to advance by leaps and bounds all the way before, I am afraid it was all because of the efficacy of the tea of ​​asking the soul and the tea ceremony of sitting and forgetting.

"Martial arts become more and more difficult the further you go, the wounded door breaks through, and it is very easy to backfire, and the subsequent shocking door is exhausting, and the test is probably the warrior's divine essence, shocking god! Shocking god! Once the warrior's divine essence is weak, the shocking It's just a matter of minutes to turn into a lunatic and dementia..."

With Gui Ling Xin Jue and Eagle Claw Iron Shirt, Fang Yuan no longer has the slightest doubt about the Twelve Levels of the Golden Lock Building.

Of course, in terms of thrills, these two levels are not as good as the last level of the Three Risk Levels - Death Level!

Even if the wounded door and the shocked door fail to break through and suffer backlash, there is still a slight possibility of survival. As long as they are alive, there is hope and they can be cured!

But the death test is not a death, and there is absolutely no chance to do it again!

Because of this, even Song Zhong and other veteran martial arts masters dare not sprint to such a level without 100% certainty!

"There is also Zhou Tong, who is obviously already at the top of the fifth level, and has the iron cloth shirt secret book in his hand, but he dare not rush to the wounded door... With such a heart, this life will come to an end!"

Fang Yuan shook his head, feeling a little disdainful.

Sitting on the secret book of magic skills, but not daring to practice, is there anyone more stupid than this?

Even though Zhou Tong has his own difficulties, for example, the glory of the Zhou family is all tied to him, and there cannot be any damage.

But the price is that now, when encountering a real martial arts master, one can only deal with it nervously and let others have their way.

'However, according to many seniors in the book, as well as my observations and conjectures, these three dangers seem to be terrifying, but the actual test is the physical fitness of the warrior... If the three flowers of energy and spirit are extremely abundant, the so-called three dangers are nothing but a broad road That's all! '

It is precisely because of this that Fang Yuan is determined to win Ling Fei.

Only enough spiritual tea and spiritual rice can push his energy to an appalling level, thus breaking through the bottleneck of the three dangers in one fell swoop.

"Exactly, let's get ready to go today!"

Fang Yuan picked up a bamboo basket, called Huahu Diao, and went outside the valley.

In the original Zhou family camp, Zhou Wenxin's figure had disappeared.

"The previous day, a member of Zhou's family came and brought news about Song Zhong. The other party didn't seem to be particularly crazy. Mr. Zhou was a little relieved. In addition, Miss Zhou was tortured to death, and she was stalked to death. Next, I finally went back, so that's good, save me trouble! '

Fang Yuan was wearing a green shirt and heaved a sigh of relief.

After all, they are all members of the same sect. Song Zhonglin was old and lost his son, and he crazily took revenge on his former enemies, but after all, he still had the last bit of fear, and he didn't dare to take a big disservice.

Otherwise, no matter how high and powerful he is, he is only an elder of Gui Lingzong, and no one can rule him.

"There are absolutely not many traces left by me. As long as I don't expose my martial arts at this time, especially the cultivation of Black Sand Palm, how many people can suspect me..."

Fang Yuan was very relieved about this.

The safer the Zhou family is, the safer he is.

And as long as enough time is delayed so that he can fully grow up, what are these?

"This time... it's up to you, Huahu Diao!"

Fang Yuan patted the flower fox's head, one man and one beast, they got into the jungle so quickly and disappeared in an instant.

...

Green Leaf City.

"waste!"

Accompanied by Song Zhong's angry shout, Song San immediately vomited blood and flew out backwards, rolling on the ground in embarrassment.

"I want the information of the black sand palm masters in the whole county. It took you so long to find this clue..."

Song Zhong stepped out, looking at Song San who was still vomiting blood, the expression on his face became serious.

"Master, please forgive me!"

Song San repeatedly kowtowed and begged for mercy: "The Black Sand Palm is too widely spread, besides, there are several Poison Palms similar to it... I think..."

boom!

Before he finished speaking, he received another heavy kick: "You mean that Yujie misidentified? Is there a bad vision?"

"I don't dare!"

Song San clutched his chest, not even daring to cry out the pain: "... Junior Brother naturally has good eyesight, it's just that those servants made mistakes in their busy schedule, and it's possible that they misunderstood something... Please give me more time, Master!"

"Hmph, get out!"

Accompanied by Song Zhong's roar, Song San immediately scrambled and fled out of the yard in a panic, but after turning around, there was a haze in his eyes.

"Master!"

After Song San left, a female disciple walked in and bowed respectfully to Song Zhong: "I will make arrangements according to your instructions. Zhou Tong has already relaxed his vigilance and recalled the former disciple..."

"very good!"

Hearing this, Song Zhong's face finally softened a little, but he looked even more secretive: "When his precious son comes back, he will catch them all in one go!"

"It's just... Master, the Zhou family is no better than the Kou family, after all, they belong to my sect! And I can also confirm that when Junior Brother Yujie died, he was suffering from the poison of his lover's drunkenness. It has nothing to do with it..."

There was a hint of hesitation on the female apprentice's face.

"……so what?"

Song Zhong squinted his eyes and asked back: "Do you think the old man doesn't know? It's just that his lover was drunk, and it was our handwriting, and recently he is actively contacting the elders of his line, saying that the old man has made this place difficult for the people..."

"What else can I do if I don't kill this chicken as a warning to others?"

The female disciple fell silent after hearing this.

After a long time, he said: "If this is the case, wouldn't you be cut off from the sect?"

"hehe……"

Song Zhong smiled secretly: "Who said that the Zhou family was destroyed by the old man? It was completely done by a passing one-legged thief. Anyway, as long as the evidence cannot be grasped, who would punish an elder for the sake of a mere outside deacon?" ?”

'crazy! '

When the female disciple heard this, she couldn't help feeling agitated, knowing that since the death of her beloved son, the master had become more and more extreme.

"Jie..."

Song Zhong didn't notice it at all, and was still talking to himself: "Don't worry, none of the ones you hate can escape, and the ones you like, daddy will also send them to you..."

The sun was scattered, and half of the shadows shone on Song Zhong's face, like a demon dancing wildly...