I became immortal in the world of low martial arts

Chapter 113 The real dragon enters the water, treacherous conspiracy (seeking order)

Su Heng took the yellowed book out of the shelf and looked through it carefully.

Turtle Breathing True Ding Gong, the famous turtle's breath Dafa, also known as Xuanwu Ding.

In Su Heng's previous life, he had heard of the name of this exercise.It is said that there is a Taoist elder who practiced turtle breathing exercise, and can hold his breath underwater for more than two hours, which is far beyond the limit of human beings.

And the turtle's breathing technique recorded in the Sutra Pavilion of Yaowang Valley has been passed down for a long time, and the effect is even more incredible.

"This turtle's breathing technique, if practiced to great success, can indeed produce a greater amount of strength than the same level, and it also has the effect of prolonging life."

Su Heng concluded: "Of course, this exercise has been put here, and no one cares about it for a long time. It also has fatal flaws.

——The cultivation speed of this technique is very slow, and the requirements for aptitude are also extremely strict.Those without great wisdom and perseverance cannot enter. "

But in general.

Turtle Breath True Dinggong is still powerful.

Moreover, the required contribution points are not cheap, even above the Spring Breeze Jue.

If it weren't for the great contribution from the big brother, Su Heng really couldn't bring this skill back.

Su Heng briefly browsed the introductions of the exercises and cheats on the remaining bookshelves, and finally decided to choose the turtle's breathing exercise for exchange.

"Actually, there are a few secret skills in it that are quite good..."

Su Heng felt a little pity.

If possible, he would also take away two of those secret techniques and go back to study them carefully.

Unfortunately.

I don't have enough contribution points now.

Moreover, considering that there may be conflicts with the state army in the future.

In the face of musket siege, vigorous strength is more important than a short burst.

After making a decision.

Su Heng returned to the fourth floor of the Sutra Pavilion.

Tell old man Mo the two exercises he chose.

"Boy, your ambition is not small." Old man Mo chuckled a few words, but didn't say much, went back to the room, and handed the two real kung fu cultivation methods to Su Heng.

Su Heng stretched out his hand to take it.

After cupping fists with old man Mo to thank him, he left in a hurry, and couldn't wait to go back to his small courtyard and start trying to practice cultivation.

……

In a remote courtyard close to Yaowang Mountain.

Laurel trees with yellow flowers stand in the golden sunlight.

Two sparrows, being attracted, cast a nest on a branch that was separated like black iron, chirping non-stop.

under the laurel tree.

Su Heng is practicing seriously in a strange posture.

He was lying on his back on the ground, his legs and arms were naturally separated, and the angle of his legs was as wide as his shoulders.

When inhaling, the upper body is lifted up with the strength of the waist, the head is supported on the ground, the eyes are looking out as far as possible, and the misty Yaowang Mountain and the dazzling blue light in the sky are all drawn into the eyes.

When you exhale, slowly lower your waist and stick it to the ground again.

Every time Su Heng took a breath, his waist would bow upwards into a semicircle close to 180 degrees.

Such an amazing flexibility, even some singers who have danced since elementary school cannot show it.

But now.

Su Heng's [-] meters is close to [-] meters.

After making such movements, the muscle fibers in the whole body jump, tense, and connect together, which seems to have a shocking beauty of coordination.

What was even more surprising was that Su Heng not only moved exaggeratedly, but also took a quarter of an hour between each breath.

When inhaling, there is a white mist and purple light in the mouth and nose.

When exhaling, the whole courtyard is like a gust of wind passing through, and the huge laurel trees around are shaking slightly.

hard to imagine.

This kind of movement is only caused by practice.

From the dawn of the morning when the sky was rippling with purple light, to the sunset and dusk, when the disciples came back from Yaowang Mountain and played and played loudly, it lasted for half a day.

Su Heng is practicing in the courtyard.

Without eating, drinking, or resting, twelve hours passed by in a flash.

boom!
Su Heng reached out and patted the ground lightly.

Two clearly visible rings swing out from the place where the palm landed.

Su Heng turned over and stood up, opened his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the sky in front of him, with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

"The Turtle's Breath True Ding Gong is really extraordinary. In the process of practicing, it seems that the passage of time has been forgotten..." Su Heng made such a sigh.

Gray and white writing appeared in front of him.

【Height: 2.75 meters】

[Potential: 17 points]

The potential of sixteen times more than ordinary people is truly terrifying.

In less than two days, Su Heng successfully mastered this Guixi Zhending Kungfu, which is famous for its hardships and hardships.

Moreover, in the process of practicing.As if he had really turned into an old turtle in meditation, his thinking slowed down, and he was no longer so sensitive to the passage of time.

Even more amazing thing is.

For a whole day, I didn't eat or drink water.

But now Su Heng still feels full of energy and is in the peak state.

"Turtle Breathing True Ding Kung Fu, Spring Breeze Jue... After these two kung fu methods are all upgraded to the level of strength, you may be able to step into the realm of a golden body martial artist."

Su Heng stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers apart.

Then squeeze hard.

boom!
The air that had no time to escape was squeezed by the terrifying force.

It turned into a white torrent visible to the naked eye, bursting out like a long whip whistling and making a crisp sound of piercing the air.

In the whole courtyard, sand and rocks flew in an instant, and even the two nesting sparrows on the laurel tree flapped their wings and flew away chirping.

Practice day after day.

Four months passed quickly, and autumn came.

The autumn wind was bleak, wild geese flew south, and the withered and yellow leaves flew down from the mountain wall, passing over the small courtyard where Su Heng lived alone, the turret, and the somewhat deserted streets.

Finally, it fell into Tingyang Lake in the middle of Yaowang Valley, causing small ripples.

Su Heng slowly retracted his gaze from the withered and fallen leaves in the sky.

Close your eyes, then open them.

Taking a long breath, he blows up the fallen leaves all over the ground.

The huge body close to [-] meters slowly got up, and the walls of the small courtyard could only reach Su Heng's shoulders.

If a passer-by walked by at this time, they would be able to clearly see the mature face suddenly appearing in the small courtyard, and they might be taken aback.

in the past.

Su Heng will still pay attention to this, and use bone shrinking exercises to slightly cover up when walking outside or even in the courtyard.

But now, with the deterioration of the environment in Yunzhou Prefecture.

Although the state army did not directly attack Yaowang Valley, a series of industries related to Yaowang Valley, such as those that were seized and those that ransacked their homes, had some conflicts and conflicts broke out between them.

But in the end it was all over.

There are not many inner disciples in Yaowang Valley.

Most of them are outer disciples, handymen, tourists and businessmen who come to practice martial arts.

When these people left due to the worsening environment and each looked for their own way out, the scenery in the Valley of the Medicine King suddenly became much more bleak.

Su Heng simply stopped deliberately hiding his figure.

In the past.

Every autumn, the streets are full of withered yellow leaves.

There will be many young male and female disciples walking together and talking about love.

There are also some rich disciples who are arty and elegant, and invite some friends to reminisce about history and reminisce on the shore of Tingyang Lake, and put their autumn thoughts on it.

But when the wheels of the times rolled by, those rich disciples were ransacked and wiped out one by one because of the conflict between Yaowang Valley and the state government army. They were ashamed, but they couldn't write any interesting poems.

Look at the view outside.

Su Heng pondered for a while, but decided to fill his stomach first.

He used bone shrinking skills to disguise his body size at about [-] meters, put on a black robe, and walked towards the restaurant where he often ate.

in the restaurant.

People in twos and threes sat in the corner and chatted, and from time to time they could hear the voice of yelling at Xiao Er.

Su Heng found a place near the lake and sat down, quietly tabled the table, and soon a little waiter came to him with a smile on his face: "Master Su, is it still the same as usual?"

"Ah."

Su Heng nodded, took out a few copper coins from his pocket and put them on the table.

The little girl reached out to take the copper coin, bowed to Su Heng again and again, thanked him, and left happily.

Warriors and ordinary people almost live in two different worlds.

Su Heng casually bought some medicinal powders needed for cultivation, which cost hundreds of taels to thousands of taels of silver.But for those ordinary low-level people, a few copper coins are enough to make them happy for a whole day.

Under Xiao Er's urging.

The food that Su Heng ordered was served quickly, and when it was placed on the table, the aroma wafted through his nostrils.

He had just picked up the chopsticks and took two bites when he heard two gleeful conversations not far away.

The chopsticks holding a piece of beef were suspended in the air.

Su Heng tilted his ears slightly.

Attention was drawn to the conversation between the two.

"Have you heard that the general of the State Army named Fan Chong is dead!" One of the middle-aged men in white who looked like a scribe said with a smile while stroking his long beard.

"Good thing! Good thing!"

Opposite the scribe in white, the black, strong and greasy man who looked like a butcher couldn't help clapping his hands.

"An elder in our Medicine King's Valley was attacked and died tragically at the hands of this person. It is extremely hateful!" Speaking of this, the black and strong man couldn't help but wondered: "Although Fan Chong is annoying, he is a person who can refine his strength and burn in an oven." The force of force can't fake it.

Apart from those masters of refining the gods who see their heads and tails, Fan Chong can be regarded as the number one top figure in Yunzhou Mansion.

How could such a master die so easily? "

"Well, to be honest, I don't know too well..." The white-clothed scribe looked around and found that no one was paying attention.

Only then did he lower his voice, "I heard from my friend that Fan Chong was killed by a real dragon.

A few days ago, the real dragon that had disappeared for a long time reappeared. Fan Chong and several other generals of the state army led the army to besiege.

As a result, those who were killed by the real dragon were defeated, and three martial artists who were in the oven realm alone died.Thousands of ordinary warriors and soldiers were killed or injured. The scene was bloody and horrible. "

"In the end, several masters of refining the gods shot at the same time, and then the real dragon was forced to retreat... Otherwise, the compound where the state army is stationed may be blown away by the real dragon."

Having said that, the middle-aged scribe couldn't help laughing out loud.

"True dragon..."

Although the conversation between the two was deliberately lowered.

But Su Heng's perception is so keen that he heard all the content of the conversation verbatim.

As the prefectural army ran rampant in Yunzhou during this period, the news of the real dragon's birth was gradually suppressed.Originally, I thought that this matter would pass away quietly, but I didn't expect such a big event to happen now.

After eating, go to the front desk to check out.

Su Heng did not go back to his small courtyard to rest, but came to Yaowang Mountain, on a cliff.

He took off the clothes on his body, folded them and put them aside. There was the sound of bones popping like beans in his body, and his body immediately returned to an exaggerated height close to [-] meters.

The energy of spring breeze, energy of transforming rain, energy of tortoise's breath...

Waves of majestic strength gradually emerged from Su Heng's body.

His burly body seemed to be surrounded by a layer of surging wind and waves, and the jungle and grass around him were constantly surging and undulating in all directions under this exaggerated force.

Roar!
under the cliff.

In the middle of the strange purple bamboo forest, a black tiger as huge as a mountain of meat suddenly opened its eyes and let out a roar.

Countless birds flapped their wings and flew towards the distance.

Compared with the state of no leakage, the state of golden body is only reflected in the total amount and quality of strength.

If it is said that the Wulou realm martial master wears a layer of strength like a layer of cloth, then the martial master of the golden body realm, the burst of strength is a thick layer of iron armor.

When Su Heng successfully practiced the Turtle Breathing True Ding Gong and the Spring Wind Jue to the point of strength, the quality and total amount of strength changed again.

Step into the realm of the golden body.

It was a natural thing for Su Heng.

And the black-lined tiger in front of him was a big meal that Su Heng had prepared for himself in order to celebrate his breakthrough.

Su Heng flew out from top to bottom.

The torrential strength and the ferocious and huge body of the black-lined tiger collided without fancy.

boom!
In the air, a ring of strength exploded visible to the naked eye.

The energy burst out, and the surrounding bamboo forests were broken one after another, and the huge branches with the thickness of the waist of an adult were crushed into powder by the violent and ruthless force.

Roar!
The black line tiger let out an angry roar.

The huge body like a mountain of meat was smashed to the ground by Su Heng in mid-air, leaving a huge hole.

In the violent shaking, it stood up again and charged towards Su Heng again.

But it was still useless, Su Heng's strength coefficient was stimulated, and the black tide was pressed down. The black line tiger, which was like a heavy tank, was firmly held in place, and then flew backwards.

After more than a dozen fights.

The black line tiger let out a wail, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Its slick fur was stained with dirt, and one of its legs was broken, and it limped as it ran.

The amber-like bright yellow pupils also lost the ferocity before. After a threatening roar, the black-line tiger turned around and ran away, no longer entangled with Su Heng.

"Where to run!"

Su Heng snorted coldly, his Adam's apple rolled, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

How can you easily let go of the big meal you get.

When he ran along the black-lined tiger, the turbulent yellowish smoke and dust chased him all the way. Soon, a vast lake with endless blue waves appeared in front of him.

To the edge of the lake.

The black-lined tiger seemed to feel something suddenly.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly threw forward and fell to the ground, holding his head in his claws, shaking uncontrollably all over his body.

"what's going on?"

Su Heng was a little surprised.

The appearance of the black-lined tiger is clearly like a small animal that has encountered a natural enemy.

But the Black Line Tiger is already one of the top beasts in Yaowang Mountain, an ordinary martial artist with a golden body, this guy can fight a group of people alone.

If even the black-lined tiger can encounter its natural enemies, how terrifying are its natural enemies! ?

in the next moment.

Su Heng's doubts were answered.

Boom!

There was the sound of thunder and rolling in the sky, the wind howled, and the violent white light made people unable to open their eyes.

Su Heng drew back and retreated, his double pupils opened.

I saw layers of the lake in front of me lift up and press down, and a huge vortex appeared. At the same time, a terrifying giant beast tens of meters long like a pillar of heaven broke into the water like a thunderbolt, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Su Heng's mental will was overwhelmed by a dull burden like a mountain topping him.

Blood burst from the corners of his eyes, his mouth was opened, his heart was beating violently, and his face was full of horror that he had never seen before.

"A real dragon!?"

He always thought that these things were far away from him.

But I didn't expect... I didn't expect to be able to see it with my own eyes today.

"not good!"

Su Heng thought of the conversation he heard in the restaurant just now, and his heart jumped again: "The battle between the master of refining the gods and the real dragon, I will die if I encounter it! I have to leave here as soon as possible."

Su Heng didn't hesitate at all.

Inspired by strength, he fled in another direction.

……

After half an hour.

On the calm lake, two figures were suspended in mid-air, one in front of the other.

Although the strength of the two is not majestic, it is like some kind of living thing, twisting back and forth, folding the light, faintly forming half-empty and half-solid footsteps under the feet, holding the two of them firmly in mid-air .

On the left is a person with a hat on his head and a long sword in his hand, whose face cannot be seen clearly.

The other person was dressed in white, and his face was changing all the time.

Just now, she was a soft and affectionate woman, but in the next moment, she turned into a brutal red-faced bearded man, which was very strange.

"Let it escape again?" The figure in the bamboo hat held the long sword in his hand and said angrily.

"No hurry, no hurry."

The ghost-faced man said with a smile: "The more times the real dragon appears, the more flaws will be exposed. These flaws together are its fatal flaw..."

Seeing the swearing appearance of the ghost-masked man, the figure in the bamboo hat couldn't help asking: "Could it be that Brother Baimian has found the real dragon's flaw?"

"Although I can't be sure, I'm already [-] to [-]% sure."

The ghost-faced man said lightly: "The real dragon has such a huge body, but it can hide in the city and disappear under our noses several times. Obviously, it has the ability to transform into a human being."

"Many masters in Yunzhou Mansion have more or less records of confronting real dragons head-on, but there is only one..."

"You mean the owner of the Valley of the Medicine Kings!" The figure in the bamboo hat lost his voice, "I thought that the owner of the valley just didn't like fighting, but you said that... there must be a deep connection between the owner of the Medicine Kings Valley and the real dragon. involved."

"Even, the owner of the Valley of the Medicine King and the real dragon are originally one!"

"Ha ha."

The ghost-faced figure smiled and said, "Whether it is true or not, you will know when you try it. You can rest assured, I have a clever plan."

(End of this chapter)