Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 294;
[Martial Arts: Turtle Breath Breathing Technique (1% of the world's best magic skills), body strengthening skills (1% of the world's best magic skills), furnace raising skills (supernatural skills)]

【Vision point: 1332 points】

"Compared to before, my strength has definitely improved. Without borrowing the power of the innate mysterious weapon, I can still look down on most of the strong people in the divine treasure realm, and only the extremely powerful monks in the divine treasure realm can If you fight against me, if you sacrifice the Xiantian Xuanbing, no one under the five qi masters can threaten me."

Feeling the power surging in his body, Fang Ping happily left the mountain range.

While he was in retreat, there were constant turmoil in the Jianghu of Cangzhou.

In the identity of Tang Zhan, Fang Ping came to a small town while wandering around, and after some inquiries, he learned about the recent situation of the Sun Moon God Sect.

Ever since he announced the identity of assassinating Shangguan Yao in the Wansha Building, Shangguan Yao was furious and furious, suspecting that Duanmu's lineage did it.

The Duanmu clan was subjected to an unprecedented liquidation, and had no choice but to withdraw from the main altar of the Sun Moon God Sect and migrate to Heimu City, Cangzhou, which was the birthplace of the Duanmu clan and the last stronghold of the Duanmu clan.

"Blackwood City..." Fang Ping felt sympathy for the liquidation suffered by the Duanmu lineage for taking the blame for him, and he couldn't just sit back and watch. The Duanmu lineage has withdrawn from the Sun Moon God Sect General Altar, so it can be seen that they have been forced to On the edge of the cliff.

ten days later.

On this day in the last ten days of January in the 39th year of Shenzong, Fang Ping appeared outside Heimu City with a ruthless face.

In name, this Blackwood City is under the rule of the imperial court, but inside and outside the Blackwood City is under the control of the Sun Moon God Sect, or in other words, it is under the control of the Duanmu Clan.

The banner of the "Sun Moon God Sect" was planted on the top of the city, and a blood cloud was painted on the banner, and the sun rose in the east after the blood cloud.

Entering Blackwood City, it is not much different from ordinary towns, except that it is heavily guarded, and disciples wearing Sun Moon God Sect costumes can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, patrolling in small groups.

Fang Ping hadn't gone far before he was stopped by a group of Sun Moon God Sect disciples. The leading Sun Moon God Sect disciple, with a cultivation base of the third rank, asked Fang Ping, "You are not a local, where are you from?" Come here? It’s been an eventful season recently, and anyone who comes from outside the city, not from the native town, will be interrogated.”

"Under Tang Zhan!" Fang Ping cupped his hands, then deliberately exposed a corner of his aura.

"A strong man in the Heavenly Human Realm..." Facing Fang Ping's exposed aura, the third-rank disciple of the Devil's Cult was paralyzed and out of breath, and his expression became a little more awed, "Senior Tang Zhan, you What are you talking about coming to Blackwood City?"

"What am I here for, do I still need to tell you?" Fang Ping snorted, and walked into the city swaggeringly.

"What attitude! This is Blackwood City!" Several Demon Cult disciples clenched their fists indignantly.

"The origin of this person is unknown, so we must report it immediately." The disciple of the third-rank Demon Cult ordered several Demon Cult disciples to continue patrolling, while he went to the nearest tower, took out a pen and paper to write some handwriting, and then released the carrier pigeon.

The black-feathered carrier pigeon flew directly into the city, passing many buildings and streets, and landed in a mansion in the city.

……

Blackwood City, the inner city.

The security here is even stricter, and there are many Demon Cult disciples on patrol.

Fang Ping felt that he had come to the wolf's den, but he was not a prey, but a fierce tiger.

Now wait for that Duanmu Yimai to come to the door.

Fang Ping sat unhurriedly in a restaurant, ordered a table of meat buns, and ate them hungrily.

About half an hour later, a group of people poured into the restaurant, and after they dispersed, an old man with a thin face and icy eyes walked out.

Fang Ping glanced at the old man indifferently, the cultivation of the Ninth Transformation of the Heaven-Human Realm was still very strong.

"The devil's sect is doing things, and no one else is waiting to retreat." The old man's voice was not high, but when he said a word, everyone in the restaurant fled.

"Old man Duanmu Ming."

The old man walked towards Fang Ping, who was sitting at the table without moving a muscle. The young man who fell into his eyes was 25 and six years old. His facial features were as cold as a knife and an axe. However, because he has experienced vicissitudes of life, he is used to seeing young heroes, and not only does he develop a feeling that he has never experienced before.

"Well, Xia Tang Zhan, I have been here in Heimu City for less than a day, and Qiu has committed no crimes. Senior Duanmu came here with such great fanfare and arrogance, is he trying to drive Tang away?" Fang Ping's attitude was arrogant and difficult to approach. looking at the old man.

"Bold!" The disciples of the Devil's Cult who followed Duan Muming opened their eyes wide and murderous.

Duanmuming raised his hand, suppressed the anger of the crowd, and said with a smile: "Your friend said that, you are an old man, but now is a special period, and your cultivation base is not weak, and you suddenly came to Heimu City. The old man had to be puzzled.

What's more, you call yourself Tang Zhan. The old man received information not long ago that someone issued a mission to assassinate Shangguan Yao in Wansha Building, and the person who issued the mission was wearing a black robe... just like a little friend. "

The old man stared at Fang Ping intently.

To his surprise.

Fang Ping was as stable as an ancient well, but he admitted it directly, "It was a task issued by a certain Tang. I have a sworn feud with that Shangguan Yao. Why? You want to arrest me and ask for credit?"

"Absolutely not! Shangguanyao is ambitious, ungrateful, usurped the power in the church, liquidated Duanmu's lineage, and his evil deeds are obvious. This old man can't wait to swallow him alive." Duanmuming was emotional, turned his head and said: "My little friend is with that Shangguan Yao has a mortal feud, and even issued a mission to assassinate him in the Wansha Tower, why not join forces with me, Duanmu?"

Fang Ping was heartbroken, he was waiting for this moment, but his face remained unchanged, he sneered: "What does Tang have to do with the grievances between you Duanmu Yimai and Shangguanyao? I only want that Shangguanyao to pay for my clan's life." !"

Duanmuming was silent for a moment, secretly thought that this person was a bit extreme and stubborn, wanted revenge, but refused to cooperate, maybe he was blinded by blood and deep hatred, but this happened, the enemy of the enemy is a friend.

"Little friend, can you listen to me? Although you issued the mission to assassinate Shangguan Yao in the Wansha Tower, Shangguan Yao has a cultivation level of a five-qi master and is hiding in the main altar of the Sun Moon God Sect. Shalou has already taken precautions, but you, little friend, are alone and weak, and once Shangguanyao finds you, I don't need to say more about the consequences."

"Once you die, the assassination mission of Wanshalou will be canceled automatically, so we can benefit from cooperation."

Listening to the old man's analysis, Fang Ping made a moved expression, frowned, thought for a long time and said, "Okay! Let's talk about how to cooperate first."

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(End of this chapter)