Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 216;
【Name: Fang Ping】

【Cultivation: The second transformation of Heaven and Human Realm】

[Martial Arts: Turtle Breath Breathing Technique (9% of perfection), Physical Strength (6% of Excellence), Furnace Cultivation (Pure Fire)]

【Vision point: 288 points】

"Before, the artistic conception of swordsmanship transformed into a complete and complete artistic conception of martial arts, and it was necessary to advance the cultivation of furnace kung fu to the state of perfection. Now, I have also promoted the artistic conception of swordsmanship to a perfect martial arts conception, but the cultivation of furnace kung fu failed to break through to the next level. Go, but I still have the artistic conception of boxing and palming, and if I understand these two artistic concepts of martial arts, there will be a breakthrough in Yanglu Kung Fu."

It took only five days for Fang Ping to transform the artistic conception of Dao of the Sword into a perfect artistic conception of Martial Arts, and his perceived strength has improved. The Martial Arts Conception is mysterious and invisible, and it can be released during battle, which can increase a lot of combat power. For example, when he beheaded Shangguan Yun before, Fang Ping attached himself to the Xiantian Xuanbing with the artistic conception of the way of the sword, and the sword energy he emitted was truly invincible.

A day later, Fang Pingxi became familiar with the use of the artistic conception of the Dao of the Sword. When performing it together with the artistic conception of the Dao of the Sword, there was actually a resonance between the two artistic concepts of the Dao of the Sword. The sky, the chilling sharp light that cuts through the flesh and soul.

Ever since, Fang Ping began to comprehend the artistic conception of boxing while the iron was hot.

The art of boxing is different from that of Dao of the Sword and the art of swordsmanship. After taking a Yunshen Pill, Fang Ping was majestic on the lake and practiced the boxing he imagined with a solemn expression. Long Zhengming, qi and blood flowed rapidly, muscles tensed and exerted force, achieving the harmony of spirit and intention, qi and strength.

But this is far from enough. Fang Ping practiced from day to night, and from night to sunrise. Ten days passed in a blink of an eye. Yunshen Pill, but there is a barrier that can't be crossed, blocking the front.

"Mental strength……"

"The artistic conception of martial arts involves the spiritual level!"

In vain, Fang Ping thought of what the head of the Qixia Sect had said when he was introduced by Venerable Danyun to refine the Yunshen Pill. The more you understand the artistic conception of martial arts, the greater the burden on the spiritual level.

"My current spiritual strength can only accommodate me to comprehend two martial arts artistic conceptions. Is that what you mean?"

Fang Ping, who had figured out the joints, was very depressed, but when he encountered a problem, he had to find a way to solve it.

"The improvement of mental power is as difficult as reaching the sky. It is a power other than the physical body! The improvement of martial arts cultivation can increase the mental strength to a certain extent. The reason why a strong warrior can scare away the weak with a single look. Yunshen Pill also has the effect of strengthening mental strength, but it needs to be taken for a long time."

Fang Ping sighed, there is no solution!
At least for now, Fang Ping can't think of any way.

"Second brother!" There was a crisp voice from the lake.

"What's the matter!"

"There are people outside the manor."

"Okay." Fang Ping strolled across the lake, landed on the shore like walking on flat ground, and then went outside the manor, and saw a carriage as big as a building.

The carriage is extremely extravagant, with a vivid and imposing pattern of green dragon and suanni engraved on the seal. The two heterogeneous BMWs pulling the carriage are also eye-catching. There are more than a dozen female guards guarding the carriage, all of whom are in the upper third rank.

"Little brother, we meet again." The female guard in the pseudo-innate realm recognized Fang Ping, cupped her hands and said, "May I ask if Master Danyun is back? My suzerain really has something urgent to ask him."

Fang Ping reckoned it was the same, "Sorry, the old man went to the mountains to collect herbs. He came back a few days ago, but left again. He won't be back in a short time."

The last time I answered this way, the people in the carriage did not show up from the beginning to the end. This time I heard that it was a waste of time, and the "people" sitting in the carriage couldn't hold their breath.

The beaded curtains with bells were rolled up.

But looking at the young woman sitting in the car, she is extremely beautiful, with creamy skin, snow-white body, delicate and shiny oval face, cut pupils with autumn water, graceful temperament, sitting in the car gracefully, looking at her in the blink of an eye. Leaning on Fang Ping, he said, "My lord of the Mingyue Palace, I asked Venerable Danyun to refine a elixir for me."

The woman is dressed in palace attire, her neck is slender like a swan, and her lower profile is ups and downs, faintly visible.

Fang Ping was shocked. This woman's cultivation was unfathomable, and she was not too young, but she looked like a 20-year-old girl. She had a noble and elegant temperament, as if she had been in a high position for a long time. Feeling of humbleness, "I have already said that the old man went to the mountains to collect herbs, but he is not here."

The female suzerain frowned, possibly angry.

"What kind of elixir do you want to refine, senior?" Fang Ping asked curiously.

"Three-turn Profound Soul Pill." The female suzerain was very happy, and directly said the pill she wanted to refine.

"Why don't you find other alchemists?"

"This "Three-turn Mysterious Soul Pill" is a panacea, and it can only be refined with extremely superb alchemy skills. Among the alchemists in Guangling Mansion, when it comes to alchemy skills, no one can compare with Master Danyun."

"It makes sense, the old man is the number one alchemist in Guangling Mansion..."

"Let's go." The female suzerain put down the bead curtain and ordered.

"Senior, hold on." Fang Ping shouted: "Senior, have you ever heard of things like blood imprints and spiritual imprints, that is, if you kill that person, that person will leave a mark on you..."

If Fang Ping didn't get rid of the spiritual brand in his body for a day, he would have trouble sleeping and eating. This female suzerain's cultivation base is unfathomable, and she might be able to point out a way.

"Oh? Did you kill this kind of person? If it's like this, only a strong person in the Divine Hidden Realm can remove the imprint from your body."

The corner of the female suzerain's mouth curled up in a sneering arc, "Why, did you provoke some powerful person to be planted with this spiritual imprint? Don't worry, this spiritual imprint will dissipate after three to five years. There are also limitations."

The female suzerain guessed that Fang Ping had killed the existence with spiritual imprints and blood imprints in his body.

"That is to say, as long as someone from the Divine Hidden Realm takes action, I can get rid of this spiritual mark." Fang Ping thought about it a lot. If he doesn't do anything, the spiritual mark will take three to five years Within this time, Shangguan Yun's father, who is also the deputy leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, was able to climb to Guangling Mansion.

A Shangguan Yun is the cultivation base of the third transformation of Heaven and Human Realm. His father, who is the deputy leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, is at least an innate strongman at the level of Shenzang Realm. Facing innate warriors of this level, the current Fang Ping had no chance of winning.

"Senior, in fact, I can also refine elixirs. If I refine the "Three-turn Mysterious Soul Pill" for you, can you help me remove the spiritual imprint in my body?" Fang Ping looked at the female suzerain, saying one word. asked a question.

(End of this chapter)