Time is like water, and time passes.

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

"The last red rice!"

Fang Yuanyi raised his neck and drank the last red jade spirit rice porridge, and suddenly felt a warm air flow throughout his body.

He looked at his attribute bar.

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

Even though Hua Fox Miao had already recognized that he had the ability to go to Lingfei Land, Fang Yuan still wanted to add more insurance to himself.

After more than ten days of hard work, he not only practiced the Black Sand Palm to the peak, but even started to use the Eagle Claw Iron Clothing Shirt. Because the first four levels had already been broken and the foundation was strong, he was simply unstoppable when practicing.

"Unlike the black sand palm, the defense of the iron cloth shirt is very comprehensive and balanced. The place of spiritual fat must be in danger. There is no harm in protecting the body with one more hard skill!"

Fang Yuan murmured, and suddenly took action: "Flower Fox Marion!"

"Shit!"

With a loud scream, a white shadow suddenly appeared in the field, and it was a flower fox marten.

But when facing Fang Yuan’s invitation, it seemed a little scared.

After all, during the training these days, Fang Yuan's "crazy" really scared it, and being swept by the poisonous wind of the black sand palm is not a very comfortable thing.

"Haha... Next time the spirit rice is ripe, I'll give you enough food once, how about it?"

Seeing this, Fang Yuan immediately used the temptation of red jade spirit corn.

"Shit!"

Seeing this, the flower fox marquis immediately lit up his eyes and rushed forward.

"Good come!"

Fang Yuan was fearless and calmly responded. His hands seemed to turn into black windmills, and his palms were sequentially, bringing out a black whirlwind.

"Huhh!!!"

I don’t know how long it took, but the flower fox squeaked strangely, jumped out of the battle circle, and looked at the figure in the center with some fear.

"So... the fifth level of the Black Sand Palm is to return to nature!"

Fang Yuan looked at his hands.

The hands, which had originally burst out blue veins, suddenly returned to their original state, with a white and crystal clear color. Not only the palms, but also the arms that had grown a circle became slender at this time.

But he could still feel that the amazing inner breath was surging in the meridian acupoints.

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

He looked at the attribute bar and saw that the description of the black sand palm changed completely:

"Black Sand Palm [Five Levels] - The outer sect technique has reached its peak, returning to nature, the flesh palm is stronger than steel, the power is broken gold and jade, accompanied by toxin enhancement, and internal breath enhancement!"

"Inner breath?!"

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

"After the internal breathing, it is condensed into a rope, which is internal force! This is also the essence of the sixth level injury gate... However, once the breakthrough fails, the whole body will be injured and death is possible!"

At this point, the martial arts have entered the deep water area. If you are not careful, you will be at risk of the ship being destroyed and the people being killed.

“But now…”

Fang Yuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Click!

As the stove rolled in his lower abdomen, a noticeable level was broken.

"The fifth level of martial arts has been completed!"

At this time, Fang Yuan had not been practicing martial arts for less than two months, but he had even broken the five levels. He was simply not as good as any genius!

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

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

“Name: Fang Yuan

Essence: 2.7

Qi: 2.5

God: 1.5

Age: 18

Cultivation level: The fifth level of martial arts

Skill: Black Sand Palm [Five Layers], Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt [Three Layers]

Expertise: Medical skills [Level 2], Implant skills [Level 3]”

"Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt - Practice both the inside and the outside, it is complete and can be practiced to the twelve levels of great perfection. After the completion of the Great Completeness, the whole body is like a cover of iron cloth, and water and fire cannot enter, and the sword cannot be damaged. It is accompanied by the internal strength of the eagle claw! It is currently the third level!"

"The martial arts breakthrough is at the back of the threshold, and the increase is even more terrifying. Just one fifth level has brought me an increase of 0.5 each of the essence and qi. It's just a pity... there is no divine essence..."

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 and spirit.

His ability to make rapid progress before was probably entirely because of the effects of the spiritual tea ceremony and the forgetful tea ceremony.

"The more martial arts go, the harder it is. If the wounded gate breaks the gate, it is very easy to backfire. The Jing Gate behind it is exhausted and heartbroken. The test of the warrior's divine essence, shocked god! Shocked god! Once the warrior's divine essence is weak and backfireed by the Jing Gate, it will be a matter of minutes to become a madman dementia..."

With the Guiling Heart Art and the Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt, Fang Yuan no longer had any doubts about the twelve levels of the Golden Lock Chonglou.

Of course, in terms of thrillingness, these two levels are simply not as good as the last of the three levels - the death level!

Even if the breakout fails and is backfired, there is still a possibility of survival. As long as you are alive, there is hope and it can be cured!

But death is not enough to die, and there is absolutely no chance to come back!

Because of this, even if the old martial arts masters such as Song Zhong are not sure, they will not dare to sprint to such a state!

"And Zhou Tong, who is obviously at the top of the fifth level and has the iron cloth shirt secret book in hand, doesn't dare to sprint to the wounded door... With such a mind, this life will be over!"

Fang Yuan shook his head, feeling a little disdainful.

Is there anyone who is even more stupid than this who possesses the secrets of magical skills but does not dare to practice?

Even though Zhou Tong has his own difficulties, such as the glory of the Zhou family, it is all up to him and there is no slight damage.

But the price is that now, when you meet a real martial arts master, you can only deal with it nervously and let others take advantage of the fish.

'However, according to the many predecessors in the book and my observations, these three dangers seem terrible, but actually test the physical fitness of the warrior... If the three flowers of energy and spirit are extremely abundant, the so-called three dangers are just a smooth road!'

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

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

"It's just right, let's go today!"

Fang Yuan carried a bamboo basket, called Shanghua Fox Marten, and came outside the valley.

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

‘The day before yesterday, the servants of the Zhou family came and brought news about Songzhong. The other party didn’t seem to be particularly crazy. Mr. Zhou was a little relieved. In addition, Miss Zhou was tortured and was so stubborn that she finally went back. That would be great, so she could save me trouble!’

Fang Yuan was wearing a blue shirt and breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, they are all from the same sect. Song Zhonglin lost his son and took revenge on his previous enemies in a crazy way, but after all, he still had the last bit of fear and did not dare to take the blame.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful he is, he will be an elder of Guiling Sect, and it is not that no one can cure him.

"There are absolutely not many traces left by me. As long as I do not expose my martial arts at this time, especially the cultivation level of the Black Sand Palm, how many of them can doubt me..."

Fang Yuan was still very relieved about this.

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

And as long as he delays enough time to fully grow, what are these?

"This time...it depends on you, Hua Fox Marten!"

Fang Yuan touched the head of the flower fox marquis, and one person and one beast, and quickly penetrated into the jungle and disappeared in an instant.

...

Aoba Castle.

"waste!"

With Song Zhong's angrily shouted, Song San immediately vomited blood and flew out, rolling on the ground in a mess.

"I want information about the Black Sand Palm masters in the whole county. You have spent so long, but there is only this clue..."

Song Zhong walked out and looked at Song San who was still vomiting blood. The expression on his face calmed down.

"Master, please spare me!"

Song San kowtowed repeatedly and begged for mercy: "The black sand palm is spreading too widely, and there are several poison palms similar to it... The disciple thinks..."
To be continued...