Zhang Rongfang said no more and prepared to bypass this person and leave.
Unexpectedly, he had only taken a few steps when a long stick suddenly appeared in front of him.
The long stick was extremely black, and the top was polished into an eight-sided shape. Once it hit a person, the bones would be broken and the flesh would be broken.
The whistling eight-sided stick brought up a strong gust of wind and hit him hard on the chest.
Zhang Rongfang leaned back and watched the stick pass across the tip of his nose.
Suddenly the long stick temporarily changed its direction and pressed down.
Bang!!
The stick hit the ground and splashed mud.
Zhang Rongfang's feet had already moved away from below.
He connected his hands on the ground, used his body's strength, and rushed forward to get closer.
In one move, Dao Yan in the Flame Emperor Talisman used his palm as a sword and slashed hard at the opponent's right arm holding the stick.
The palm knife moves from bottom to top, with a tricky angle, and is wielded with the explosive power of the Flame Emperor Talisman.
At this moment, Zhang Rongfang was sure that as long as the opponent was below level six, his reaction speed would be unstoppable no matter what.
In other words, this move is enough to instantly kill everyone below level six.
Boom!!
To his surprise, the sword was heavily blocked by the side of the long stick.
Zhang Rongfang's palms were slightly painful, so he changed his hands and made a fist, and launched the Flame Emperor Talisman's moves like lightning to attack.
At close range, one of the two men was holding a stick and the other was empty-handed. Their figures changed under the cover of night and they exchanged blows quickly.
Within a moment of the fight, Zhang Rongfang clearly felt that his strength was not as good as his opponent's.
But although his strength is inferior, his speed is much faster than his opponent.
The fists, palms and stick shadows between the two people intersected so fast that it was almost impossible for ordinary people to see clearly.
There were no flaws in their moves, and there was not much difference in strength and speed. For a while, they were evenly matched.
The more he fought, the more familiar Zhang Rongfang felt.
The opponent's figure gradually revealed as they fought.
A vague guess slowly appeared in his mind.
"Who are you....!?"
"That's it for today." The opponent's long stick suddenly split into two sections, his speed increased for a moment, and he focused on Zhang Rongfang's arms.
Bang!!
The two of them separated and took more than ten steps back to stop.
"Tan Yang has at least three people who are stronger than me, so I can take care of myself." After the figure finished speaking, he turned around and left quickly.
Zhang Rongfang did not chase, but touched the outside of his arms, where he was just hit.
At this time, a dull pain gradually came from both places, and the flesh was obviously injured.
Just now, the opponent's long stick suddenly split into two, and his moves exploded. It was most likely that he used a limit-breaking technique.
He was caught off guard and was slightly injured.
But this is also related to the fact that the other party has no murderous intention.
When a person has the intention to kill, he will be ruthless, ruthless and decisive in his actions, aiming at the vital points at every turn.
It is also easier for people to be wary of you.
But the other party didn't.
In the end, I hurt him, but I didn't pursue the victory, I just stopped.
Obviously the warning is more serious.
Zhang Rongfang guessed that in fact, the strength of the person just now had slightly surpassed the previous Black Ten Sect Anova.
In a head-to-head fight, he can't beat anyone.
What's more important is that this person's physical skills are much stronger than Anova's.
When did so many masters appear in Tan Yang?
"Three?" Zhang Rongfang stopped thinking and quickly returned to the city.
He had roughly guessed the identity of the person just now.
In the entire Tanyang City, at his current level, there are not many people who can still control him.
Now that the other party is issuing a warning, it is actually a disguised reminder.
Return home.
Zhang Rongfang changed his clothes and rinsed his body with water.
After handing in the scriptures this time, he planned to become completely silent and not care about anything.
Focus on improving yourself first.
After learning that there are masters above the ninth level, I was also shocked by the strange statue.
Zhang Rongfang was originally quite satisfied with his own strength, but now his mentality has changed again.
Above the ninth level, there is also the super level, which is a level that only those with extraordinary talents can reach.
There is actually a Grandmaster at the top level...
It seems he still has a long way to go.
Now that the money has been handed over, it's time for me to return to my normal life.
After washing up, Zhang Rongfang sat cross-legged in the middle of the room.
Close your eyes.
The property bar reappears.
Seeing that the attribute points had turned into two, he did not hesitate and put them all into the Guanxu Kung Fu.
hiss....
He seemed to hear the faint sound of breath flowing in his ears.
A large amount of warm currents formed a network, appeared out of thin air in his internal organs, and began to penetrate rapidly.
At the same time, a large number of memories and insights from the practice of Avalokitesvara quickly entered Zhang Rongfang's consciousness.
The Great Zhoutian accelerates its circulation, absorbs all the heat flow, and transforms it into a little bit of subtle matter.
These subtle substances accumulate more and more, gradually sink, condense and combine in the Dantian.
As time went by, slowly, a special inner elixir composed of a liquid mass the size of a fingernail appeared in Zhang Rongfang's Dantian.
The inner elixir gives people the feeling that it seems to be there but not at all.
He opened his eyes and reached out to press and touch, but he couldn't touch anything.
But if you close your eyes and perceive carefully, you can clearly perceive the existence of the inner elixir.
With the inner elixir as the core, all the qi and blood of the body first go to the Dantian to gather in the inner elixir, and then disperse from there to spread throughout the body.
It's as if it has become the second heart of the human body.
With the success of forming the elixir, Zhang Rongfang clearly felt that there were special changes in his mind and body.
Valley
It's like having a good night's sleep and getting up early in the morning to stretch your body.
At this time, his whole body was extremely transparent, and he felt no blockage or sluggishness.
Then....
Then it was gone....
Glancing at the attribute column, I saw that the life attribute at this time had undergone new changes.
No matter the upper limit or lower limit, everything becomes one number: 30.
‘Could it be that thirty is the watershed of the Dan period?’
"That's not right." Zhang Rongfang clearly remembered that when he was in the Qinghe Palace, Zhang Chunxi, the master of the palace, was a pure literary practitioner and did not practice martial arts. His life was the highest at 27.
'It is also possible that in this literary realm, the life attributes increased at each stage are increased in proportion.'
Finding that the pill formation period did not change anything other than making him feel better, Zhang Rongfang finally gave up all hope of cultivating immortality.
Originally, he was thinking that he might be able to develop some special magical powers through literary skills.
The result now seems...
After breaking through the pill formation stage, he stood up and started practicing the soul-fixing talisman again.
This time it was completely smooth and there was really no tingling sensation.
"Sure enough, practicing both civil and military skills is the last word to truly break through the limits. Unfortunately... ordinary people can't be like me."
Ordinary people have spent all their energy and time just practicing martial arts, let alone literary skills.
Many literary skills are practiced at a slower pace than martial arts.
In addition, many people only start practicing after they are thirty years old and their energy and blood have declined. In fact, it is already too late by then.
'What's more, you have to practice to at least the pill formation stage to break through the threshold of the first level... No, I also took the Golden Seal Pill before. Only by combining the two can I break through this natural upper limit.
If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid they would have to reach a higher realm to break through the upper limit... By then, pure literary cultivators would probably already be in their fifties or sixties.'
I have practiced the Soul Fixing Talisman several times and I no longer feel any tingling sensation.
Zhang Rongfang finally confirmed that he had indeed broken through his natural limit and raised his physical bottleneck to the ninth level.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The next step is to break through the soul-fixing talisman and reach the ninth level!
In addition, he suddenly remembered the text symbols on the scripture.
Standing up, he walked to his chest of drawers and took out a small locked box from the bottom drawer.
Opening the box, there was a scroll of white cloth scriptures written down quietly inside.
The scriptures and silk were so important, and he had just acquired them, so people knew about them, and there was something vaguely weird about them.
So he immediately copied the scriptures and made a copy.
Then I always made the intention to throw away and hand over the original documents.
Looking at the scriptures in front of him, Zhang Rongfang recalled the three talents who had mastered the lock text that he had seen in the previous intelligence.
'It seems I have to find an opportunity to learn this kind of lock script.'
He planned to find one of the three people and completely master the lock text.
For emergencies.
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Deep in the jungle.
Xiong Wuye staggered and ran wildly in the forest.
The clothes on his body had turned into strips of cloth and were scratched by passing bushes and thorns.
He also rolled down the slope once.
His body was bruised and his face was swollen.
But even so, there are still people following him behind him.
"Why...why can someone find me wherever I hide??!"
He became more and more desperate.
Touching the small statue of the god in his arms, he couldn't understand it at all.
Along the way, he was rushing towards Tanyang City.
He belongs to the Golden Wings Tower, and his only hope now is to seek shelter from the Tanyang Golden Wings Tower!
I heard that Tan Yang's newly appointed Lord Bai Ying is very powerful and tyrannical. As long as he hands over the statue and explains the situation clearly, he will definitely survive...
He had already sent a bamboo letter to Tan Yang's contact person before. Soon, the contact person here should be here soon.
"Just wait...as long as I can survive, I, Xiong Wuye, swear that I will...must...take revenge!!"
Recalling the teacher's cry before his death, Xiong Wuye once again surged with new strength in his body.
His energy, which was almost drying up, seemed to have been restored again.
He quickened his pace and continued to rush in the direction of contact.
Not long after, he finally saw a tall man wearing a stainless steel arm guard in the forest.
The man's face wears a black mask unique to the Golden Wing Tower, and there is a white vertical mark between his eyebrows, which means that this person is not an ordinary member.
"Sure enough, he's here! The person who came is Tan Yang's escort!?" Xiong Wuye's eyes flashed with surprise, and he quickened his pace and approached.
"Exactly." The man turned around and looked at him, his eyes flashing with surprise under the mask.
"What's wrong with you? How did you end up like this?"
"I... am being hunted... quickly... take me to see Mr. White Eagle! I have important notes to hand in!"
Xiong Wuye is a member of the main building belonging to Bai Ying's lineage, so he naturally asked to see Bai Ying at this time.
"Hunting? Where are the notes?" the man asked with a frown.
"On my body! Carry it close to my body!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an iron arm suddenly swung out, with a slight sound of breaking through the air, and hit Xiong Wuye hard in the middle of his chest.
Click.
The sound of fractures spread.
Xiong Wuye was thrown back more than a meter and fell to the ground.
He was twitching all over, lying on his back, vomiting blood from his mouth, and staring at the tall man approaching with puzzled eyes.
"Sorry, if you want to blame me, just blame you for not listening to your teacher in the first place..."
The man bent down and found the idol and the notebook of notes from his body.
"Are you also... a secret cult... spy!!?" Xiong Wuye struggled, scratching at the ground in vain with his hands. There was pain and hatred in his eyes.
"..." The man did not reply.
Clear beams of light penetrated the forest floor and fell on him, illuminating his face.
That face was clearly that of Zhao Tianming, one of the three generals under Zhang Rongfang of the Golden Wing Tower!