Fang Zetao personally used the Songhe Wanshou Fist to Zhang Ziling, and Zhang Ziling shook his head and said, "No!"

"Mr. Zhang!" Fang Zetao said hurriedly.

"No! It's not your problem." Zhang Ziling's mind was all about this set of boxing techniques, "Of course the boxing techniques you taught are no problem."

After Zhang Ziling said that, he started punching in the yard. When he punched the first punch, Fang Zetao opened his eyes wide.

In his eyes, it seemed like a crane was dancing gracefully!

The sound of cranes ringing one after another!

After Zhang Ziling closed his fists for a long time, he felt that many of his muscles were being trained.

The experience bar of the three-turn has advanced by one million!

"You, you!" Fang Zetao had never seen a genius.

Her eldest daughter has been very extraordinary since she was born. At the moment she was born, the sky suddenly burst into bright lightning, as if cheering! Welcoming their masters!

Fang Zetao understands that his daughter has a great origin.

She entered the fifth floor of her body in a year!

But she realized this level by learning Songhe Wanshou Fist without learning it once. He felt that it was necessary for her daughter to see Zhang Ziling in person.

After one go, Zhang Ziling sat down cross-legged and began to draw in the void.

Fang Zetao did not dare to disturb him, so Zhang Ziling stood up for a long time.

"I don't like to owe everyone favors, so I've taken good care of my boxing skills!" Zhang Ziling said.

Before Fang Zetao could react, Zhang Ziling punched. Now the boxing style he demonstrated can almost train all the muscles in his body.

And his killing methods were three or four points better than before.

There are nine styles in total!

After hitting Zhang Ziling, he nodded with satisfaction, "I am such a genius."

Fang Zetao only remembered the three moves. After he practiced with Zhang Ziling, he found that the bottleneck of his body ten-level body was slightly loose.

My daughter has seen his qualifications and said that his potential has been exhausted, and she is at most ten levels of physical body in this life!

"How many tricks have you remembered?" Zhang Ziling asked.

"Three Styles!"

"Enough." Zhang Ziling said, "You should not be too greedy."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your kindness." Fang Zetao said with his fists.

"One report back to another report." Zhang Ziling smiled.

"Mr. Zhang, I'll talk to Qingxue again."

"No! It seems that Yuhua Sect has no chance to be with me." Zhang Ziling said freely.

It sounded like Zhang Ziling’s meaning was that he would not go to the Yuhua Immortal Sect to lose it. But Fang Zetao actually felt this way.

Zhang Ziling lived in Wang Mang's mansion for another three days. One morning and evening he practiced his improved Songhe Wanshou Fist.

"Governor, do you dare to practice like this every day?" Wang Mang couldn't help asking.

"I dare not! Even though I am already tenth level of physical body, this kind of practice will cause too much damage to my body." Fang Zetao said.

The practice of ten levels of the body should be to emphasize both cultivation and health preservation. However, in their opinion, Zhang Ziling's practice is simply life-deserving.

Wang Mang made spiritual food for Zhang Ziling every day, but even so, it was not the same method of practice.

The experience bar of his three-turn three-turn three-turn three-turn three-turn three-turn three-turn three-turn one's experience has actually advanced to 1%. If he hadn't been in the Battle Breaking World, he wouldn't have dared to practice like this.

However, after the third turn, Zhang Ziling can practice without any scruples. The loss of practice to the body is not worth mentioning to Zhang Ziling!

And as long as there is starlight, his dark wounds will be recovered soon.

"I've found out! The person who wants to kill you is the third prince." Fang Zetao said.

"Why did the third prince kill me?" Wang Mang asked in confusion.

The third prince was originally a disciple of the Yiyuan Sect, and he was already on the seventh level of his body at a young age. However, his talent was difficult to enter the secret realm of magical powers.

"Before Qingxue entered the secret realm of magic powers, he wanted His Majesty to give Qingxue a marriage to marry him, but after Qingxue entered the secret realm of magic powers, this matter was naturally left unresolved.

But I don’t expect this third prince to have such a small belly!" Fang Zetao said. "But this third prince is really stupid. He only dares to use assassination to exhale this anger."

"Wang Tong's death?" Wang Mang asked.

"It should be what he did!" Fang Zetao said. "The one who killed Fang Tong was Hu Lie, the Sky-Splitting Hand!"

Hu Lie, the Sky-Splitting Hand, is a master of the ninth level of physical body. For some reason, he was driven by the third prince.

As long as Hu Lie is captured, you will know everything!

In a mansion outside the city

An old man in black robe said to the two people in front of him, "Let's do it tonight!"

"Yes! Ancestor!" Hu Lie said respectfully, "Can the ancestor kill Fang Zetao really attract Fang Qingxue? It is said that Fang Qingxue has a cold temperament and has a very weak relationship with the Fang family!"

"You have to try anyway!" said the old man in black. "My son's revenge should be avenged!"

This old man in black robe is a casual cultivator with the strength of the fifth level of the secret realm of magical powers. His son was practicing in the Yuhua Sect, but some time ago, Fang Qingxue had a conflict with other true disciples, and she killed seven or eight outer disciples.

His son is among them!

So he not only wanted to kill Fang Zetao, but his real purpose was Fang Qingxue.

Killing Wang Mang is to attract Fang Zetao out. If Fang Qingxue kills Fang Zetao again, he will naturally not be able to sit still.

Their good plan was destroyed by Zhang Zi.

So they are preparing to attack the General's Mansion directly tonight and kill Fang Zetao!

Zhang Ziling did not practice boxing tonight, and Fang Zetao asked curiously, "Mr. Zhang, why don't you practice boxing tonight?"

Fang Zetao recently practiced his improved boxing skills with Zhang Ziling, and now he really sees hope of breaking through the tenth level of his body.

“There are guests coming tonight.”

Fang Zetao said in surprise, "Why didn't Mr. Zhang say earlier!"

"It's useless to say it a long time ago. Most people who go to the ninth floor of the body will die." Zhang Ziling just finished speaking.

A tall man appeared in the dark, with a pair of thick and strong hands.

Hu Lie, the Sky-Splitting Hand!

"Fang Zetao! Death!"

He rushed towards Fang Zetao without hesitation. Fang Zetao smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, hand him over to me! I will avenge Fang Tong himself!"

"Yes." Zhang Ziling nodded.

Wang Mang stood aside with a cautious knife, and he was always ready to help Fang Zetao.

At this moment, a green peak flying sword hit Fang Zetao's back.

This is a cultivator at the first level of the magic power realm.

After entering the secret realm of magic powers, you can use spells.

"Not good! It's the magic power realm!" Wang Mang used his body to block Fang Zetao without hesitation.

But the power of this flying sword is too great, and his body is not worth mentioning in front of the flying sword.

When the flying sword was one foot away from the King Python, Zhang Ziling moved!

Faster than Zhang Ziling is a purple electric knife!

A cold woman stands in the moonlight and is inviolable!

A man in the magical realm was divided into two by an electric knife!

"Old Monster Chi Guang! Aren't you looking for me? I'm here!" Fang Qingxue said coldly.
Chapter completed!