"What's going on? Lei Yue?"

Bang!

The door shattered suddenly, and Shi Yutong's figure floated in, obviously he had been waiting aside to observe all the time.

"Didn't you say you're 70% or 80% sure, how could you fail?"

She held Lin Leiyue's right hand, and the power of Wuzong rushed in quickly, causing a trace of blood to appear on Lin Leiyue's face: "Master...Master?"

"Oh...silly girl!"

Shi Yutong breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, you took the moon-condensing pill before, with the help of the pill, which can ensure that your tendons and veins are not damaged... This time, you are too reckless!"

"Feel sorry……"

Lin Leiyue's lips moved, but she still couldn't tell the truth.

But she knew it clearly that the figure of that young man would inevitably become a dream for her future breakthrough.

If you cannot break through this psychological level, you may be able to improve your martial arts in the future. Even if you have magical medicines to help you, it will be extremely slim.

...

Inside the valley.

Fang Yuan opened his eyes and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

"The sixth level of martial arts, the wound gate, has finally been broken!"

He pondered for a moment, before coming to an ancient tree next to him, he slightly used his internal force, and patted the tree trunk in his palm.

puff!

A dull sound rang out, like a broken-out.

After Fang Yuan took off his palm, there was an extremely clear palm print on the original tree. Not only that, there were many dense holes in the palm print, and a trace of wood chips fell down.

"Sure enough, internal breathing and internal force are completely different things. If the former is cotton thread, then the latter is steel wire!"

Fang Yuan took a deep breath and knew that he could kill Song Zhong, which was too lucky.

"The difference between the wounded gate and the previous five levels is completely different!"

He clenched his fists, felt the increasing power in his body, and looked at the attribute bar. At this time, there had been earth-shaking changes there:

“Name: Fang Yuan

Essence: 3.3

Qi:3.2

God: 2.0

Age: 18

Cultivation level: The sixth level of martial arts

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

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

"Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt - Practice both the inside and the outside. After the great success, the whole body is like a cover of iron cloth, and the water and fire cannot enter, and the sword cannot be damaged. It is currently the sixth level, with defense enhancement! Eagle Claw internal enhancement!"

"The sixth level of Eagle Claw Technique, Eagle Claw Internal Power! Defensive Strengthening!"

Fang Yuan has tried the internal strength in the body, but this kind of defense strengthening?

He thought for a while, and then he spread the internal energy in his body and spread it under his skin.

Hiss!

In an instant, his skin tightened, with a dark iron color that was completely different from before, and the amazing internal energy rushed back and forth, like a piece of iron armor.

"With this layer of defense, I can't stand the slash of ordinary swords..."

Fang Yuan's eyes lit up: "Such amazing defense and attack power increase, after the six levels, internal strength is transformed, which is indeed a very different story from ordinary warriors!"

With such progress, he couldn't help but have the idea of ​​those spirit birds.

"With my martial arts at this time, if those red-eyed white birds dare to land and fight me, the ordinary mutant species will be fearless, just a few spirit birds and the leader like a big roc, which will be a little trouble!"

Fang Yuan has been jealous of the Qingfeng Spirit Land deep in Qingling Mountain for a long time.

However, the huge flock of alien birds was like a chasm that blocked him, making him only occasionally and bit by bit and take advantage of it. How could he bear it?

"That Qingfeng Spirit Land is an excellent rear base camp. The sooner it is developed, the better!"

Only the spiritual land is the best environment for the growth of spiritual seeds.

Although Fang Yuan also relies on his own superpowers to cultivate spiritual plants, this cost and the destruction of the surrounding environment are really terrible.

And, it's not very safe.

Therefore, it is imperative to eliminate the red-eyed white bird flock and occupy the Qingfeng Spirit Land.

"At worst, I'll waste time with those white birds. I go to suck Leng Ziqiang every day to kill a few. It depends on whether they are born quickly or I'll kill them quickly!"

A hint of cruelty suddenly appeared on Fang Yuan's face.

...

There is no sun and moon in the mountains. Before we know it, ten days passed by.

In Qingye City, the people's livelihood and aristocratic families that had originally withered due to the rampant Song Dynasty finally gradually recovered, and on the surface he returned to his usual calm appearance.

As for the Zhou family, which was almost destroyed, it has been gradually forgotten.

However, the power vacuum it left behind was swallowed by the rising emerging families, and the Lin family was the big one.

On this day, in Aoba City.

A young man walked into the city with a look of remembrance on his face: "This Qingye City is still quite lively!"

This person is naturally Fang Yuan.

During this period, in addition to cultivating red jade rice and drinking spiritual tea day and night, he was waiting around Qingfeng Spiritual Land, and kept thinking about red-eyed white birds.

The sixth-layer eagle claw iron cloth shirt is really extraordinary. At least the tearing and pecking of ordinary red-eyed white birds is not a must-have, he is fearless at all.

Taking advantage of this feature, he hunted and killed red-eyed white birds. When he encountered spiritual birds, he hid in the thick fog. He fed with bird meat, spiritual tea, and spiritual water day and night, and his martial arts and foundation were slowly improving.

The spirit bird flock also declined at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the Bird King has no way to do with Fang Yuan, a cunning enemy.

The geographical location of Qingfeng Lingdi is too good, and the entire red-eyed white bird flock may be migrating.

However, recently, Fang Yuan's energy has gradually shifted to the Hongyu rice fields.

He is facing huge problems, and the realgar powder needed for the fire liquid is insufficient...

After all, although there were a lot of reserves before, the rice fields were also a big fatty farmer. This time, production has been expanded, and this scene is common.

If this happened, Fang Yuan was reluctant, he had to go out to raise money. Unless he thought that there would be no grains in his spiritual field, he would have no temper at all.

The second point is that he did not dare to force the red-eyed white birds too tightly.

At this time, after his special killing, the remaining red-eyed white birds were all very fierce and cunning. When they encountered danger, they would roar and ask for help, alarming all the spirit birds and bird kings.

One time, Fang Yuan couldn't escape, and under the crazy pursuit of the birds, he had several more blood holes on his back, and finally escaped.

After eliminating the old, weak, sick and disabled, all the rest are hard bones.

Moreover, he didn't want to force it too much. Those spirit beasts already had the wisdom of humans. If they finally rushed to jump over the wall and deliberately destroyed the spiritual land, it would be a scene that Fang Yuan would never want to see.

"Boss! Come with thirty kilograms of good realgar powder! You need the best product!"

It was the last time that grocery store, Fang Yuan drank it as soon as he entered the door, and he was like a wealthy nouveau riche.

This time he went to the county town to gain a lot, and he is really not short of that little gold and silver now.

"Thirty kilograms?"

When the fat shopkeeper, who was originally smiling, heard this, hesitated and looked on his face: "This volume is too large, and our store only has fifteen kilograms of stock..."

"That's it, then pack it together!"

Fang Yuan waved his hand with great enthusiasm and prepared to go to the next house to continue shopping.

“Yes yes…”

The fat shopkeeper nodded quickly, drove away the guy, got out of the situation, packed and weighed it carefully, and suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Huh? Have we seen this little brother?"

He always felt a little familiar when he looked at the boy.

"Yes, I also entered the realgar powder from you last time!"

Fang Yuan, who has become a master of the sixth level, has long lost many concerns and said directly.

"Last time, realgar powder! I remember, you are the boy who sold red ginseng and was taken away by the Zhou family last time!"

The shopkeeper's one-hit fist.

“That’s right!”
To be continued...