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Fang Heng frowned. In his imagination, Huang Ling should want to peel off his skin, but he didn't expect Huang Ling to leave just like that.

"Forget it, she doesn't bother me, and I don't bother her." Shaking his head, Fang Heng didn't want to think too much. It seems that Huang Ling's status is not ordinary. She is the master.

"A noble status can indeed help people gain a lot of help in cultivation, but at the same time, it will also encourage unreasonable pride." Fang Heng secretly said, "Both have advantages and disadvantages. I don't have a noble status, but I have the confidence to surpass all the descendants of the family."

Clenching his fists tightly, Fang Heng's eyes are firm. He has already found his own path of martial arts, so naturally he will not have any envy for that illusory identity.

Stepping forward, Fang Heng quickly walked towards the Zhenwu Gate. The gatekeeper saw that he was coming, so he gave way without saying a word. Fang Heng's reputation had already spread inside the gate. When he was able to enter the gate, he beat the gatekeeper. Disciple, how dare they offend the concubine Sheng Chong, the doctor of the Hou family.

All the way back to his room, Fang Heng took a quick shower, changed his clothes, and walked towards Zhenwu Pavilion.

As soon as he entered Zhenwu Pavilion, Fang Heng saw Elder Gao who was dozing off, and saluted respectfully. Elder Gao opened his eyelids and looked at Fang Heng with a smile in his eyes.

"That's right, you've already broken through to the Innate Realm."

"It all depends on the cultivation of Elder Gao and Elder Leng." Fang Heng said seriously, this is the truth, Elder Leng is an old man of the real martial arts sect, if Elder Leng hadn't rescued their family a few days ago, Fang Heng would have died a long time ago.

"Hehe, there's no need to say these words anymore." Elder Gao smiled and nodded, "Now you have a stable realm and strong real strength, but your strength and body are somewhat uncoordinated. It should be because of the cultivation technique."

"Old Gao's eyes are as bright as a torch, and this disciple is here to choose a martial art." Fang Heng replied honestly.

"Well, let's go to the second floor to choose. Choose as many as you want." Gao Lao said with a smile.

"This..." Fang Heng was stunned. The second floor of the Zhenwu Pavilion is a place where only true disciples and registered disciples who have reached innate can go. There, no matter what their status is, they can only choose one martial art, but Gao Lao asked him to choose at will. .

"What are you still hesitating about?" Elder Gao waved at Fang Heng and slowly closed his eyes. Seeing this, Fang Heng smiled and walked towards the second floor of Zhenwu Pavilion without any hesitation.

When we came to the second floor, everything in front of us suddenly became clear. Compared with the first floor, there were far fewer books and fewer people around. Fang Heng raised his brows, "The higher the level of the skill, the more precious it is, and it is relatively rare." The rarer it is, it seems that here are some high-level exercises."

"Humph"

Just as Fang Heng was thinking to himself, a cold snort suddenly came out. Fang Heng frowned, looked to the left, and found a disciple in purple robes looking at him with disdain. Knowing that this is a true disciple, the purple robe represents the identity of a true disciple.

"It seems that I am dressed as a named disciple, which made him look down on me. That's all, I'm here to learn martial arts, so there's no need to argue with him."

Ignoring the young man's eyes, Fang Heng walked directly towards the practice area, which immediately made the purple-robed young man proud, thinking that Fang Heng was afraid of him.

"Wood Emperor Kungfu, a low-level earth-level kungfu, is suitable for those who have wood bloodlines to practice."

"Qianyuan Kung Fu, an intermediate-level ground-level kung fu method, no attribute requirements"

Flipping through several books of exercises in his hand, Fang Heng has never found a suitable one. His perfect blood has no attributes, and only provides him with computing power and comprehension ability, which means that he can learn any exercises without restriction. Of course, look for high-level.

"Chunyang Jue, an advanced earth-level exercise, can be cultivated with any bloodline attribute, but the effect is extremely slow, and it takes a lot of accumulation to achieve small success. It is not suitable for those with a hot temper."

Suddenly, Fang Heng saw a copy of Chunyang Jue, his eyes flickered, and his perfect blood flowed. After a while, a smile appeared on his face.

"Good skills, it seems that the effect is slow, but in fact it is to consolidate the foundation and cultivate the essence, and to condense the true strength. If you can condense all the true strength into pure yang attributes, you can see the vain martial arts."

Thinking in his heart, Fang Heng took this pure yang formula in his hand. His perfect blood can absorb spiritual energy quickly. It is difficult for others to condense pure yang true power, but it only takes a little time for him.

After finding the skills, Fang Heng walked towards the martial arts area, and soon found two high-level earth-level martial arts, Sweeping Leaf Legs and The Little Player of the Rebirth of the Wilderness Sanshou

"Now I have the Raging Fire Overlord in my fist, which is enough explosive power, but it lacks a little roundness. I have the wind step in my leg, so I can move without any problem, but I lack the sharp attack. This sweeping leaf leg can be used to fight the enemy or swim, which can make up for the weakness of the leg. Insufficient in strength, Dahuang Sanshou is a joint grappling technique, which can also make up for the strength of my punches."

"Fist has Fiery Overlord, palm has Dahuang Sanshou, leg has Sweeping Wind Leaves, and inside has Pure Yang Solid Foundation. Well, from the Xiantian realm to the Void Martial realm, I no longer have to worry about the lack of martial arts and martial arts."

Excited in his heart, Fang Heng couldn't wait to flip through these books, but at this moment, there was a noise from the corner.

I saw a disciple wearing the same unnamed costume as Fang Heng, who was grabbed by the neck by a young man in a purple robe. This young man in a purple robe was the one who snorted Fang Heng just now.

"Hmph, you have just arrived at the Xiantian Realm, and you dare to be arrogant to me, Zheng Qing, I think you are tired of your life."

As the cold words came out, the eyes of the other disciples on the second floor flashed, and they all showed disgust.

"It's this Zheng Qing who blackmailed the registered disciples everywhere because he reached the peak of the first level of the Xiantian realm. It's really embarrassing for us to pass on the truth."

"With his ability, he can just bully someone who has just reached innate talent, but there is no other way. There will be a martial arts competition in two months. If he doesn't take advantage of this time to extort more money, how can he make a comeback in the future?"

The discussion sounded, and Fang Heng also understood. He heard from Wang Meng that there are only [-] true disciples in the whole sect of Zhenwumen, which is enough to make up the number of heaven and earth. Some old-fashioned true disciples were defeated and replaced by geniuses among the registered disciples. This Zheng Qing was only at the peak of the first layer, and he might be squeezed out this year. Naturally, he had to pave the way for himself.

"give me the silver"

Zheng Qing didn't care about the gazes around him at all, and said coldly to the disciple in his hand.

The disciple's face was pale, but he shook his head desperately. The martial artist is the one who lacks money the most. If he is asked to hand over the money, he might as well kill him.

Seeing this disciple's appearance, Zheng Qing's face became more gloomy, and he said coldly, "If you don't give it, then I will take it myself"

砰

Between the words, Zheng Qing punched the disciple on the head, causing blood to spurt from the disciple's mouth, and he passed out. Zheng Qing rummaged through the disciple for a while, and then put a money bag into it. arms.

Seeing this scene, Fang Heng's eyes showed a cold look, "It's fine to rob others, but if you dare to rob me, I will definitely make you regret it."

Thinking in his heart, Fang Heng lowered his head to read the book again. His strength is still too weak, and he can only barely protect himself. Others, he doesn't have that much ability.

After snatching the money from this disciple, Zheng Qing glanced around. Except when he met a few true disciples, he would show a polite smile, and as long as the rest were registered disciples, his gaze was extremely cold.

He walked quickly to another named disciple. That disciple was pale, but he didn't resist, and honestly handed over the money. The disciple in front of him would end up seriously injured if he resisted. Of course he didn't want to do that.

Zheng Qing was very proud, just walked past a few registered disciples, and took away all the silver on their bodies, Fang Heng's heart became colder and colder, as long as Zheng Qing passed two people, it would be his turn, He is ready to make a move in the Era of Devouring Souls.

"roll"

At this moment, a word suddenly sounded, Fang Heng's eyes froze, and he looked at a boy in front of Zheng Qing.

The boy's face was sallow and his body was thin. He looked like a sick man, but his words were very powerful.

The surrounding true disciples also raised their eyebrows and looked at the boy with interest.

"What did you say?" Zheng Qing's face became gloomy. He didn't expect that he just used a disciple to gain authority, so he hit a wall here, and said coldly, "Do you know what will happen if you say that?"

"The end..." The sallow-faced young man turned around suddenly, staring at Zheng Qing like a sharp sword, and said, "You, a trash among true disciples, dare to talk about the end to me, Huang Gui, I am worried about the family." During the internal martial arts competition, no one performed a knife, but now one is found, and it is you."

When the words came out, the people around were shocked, and Zheng Qing's face turned pale.

"Haha, it turns out that he is Huang Guichou, the number one registered disciple, a genius who has won 95 battles in Zhenwu Space."

"This time Zheng Qing mentioned the iron plate"

A burst of words came out, and Fang Heng's heart was also moved. The perfect blood circulation made him see the true power of Huang Guichou immediately.

"It's so powerful that the real power is as thick as the sea and full of vitality. This is already a manifestation of the innate double layer. His appearance of sickness should be caused by practicing a method of storing real power. With this kind of power, it is no wonder that he can live in the world. Zhenwu Space has won 95 games in a row."

Fang Heng was shocked in his heart, he could see that Huang Guichou's real power was strong, if he wanted to break through, he could reach the third or even fourth level of innateness, but he suppressed it, let the real power flow into the body, consolidated the foundation and cultivated it. Yuan, this is much better than Xiong Kuang who only knows how to improve his realm.

"Hehehe, it turned out to be Brother Huang, a misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding." Zheng Qing laughed dryly at this time, he knew Huang Guichou, and many true disciples who were stronger than him admitted that they were not his opponents, how could he dare? blackmail

"Hmph, you're a piece of trash, get out!" Huang Guichou snorted coldly, then ignored Zheng Qing, and immediately made Zheng Qing's face turn red, which was very ugly.

The other True Inheritance disciples burst out laughing. Zheng Qing is really funny. When he sees someone who is weaker than him, he will be vicious. When he encounters someone who is stronger, he will immediately hesitate to say a word.

The laughter all around made Zheng Qing feel ashamed to stay here anymore. He walked all the way to the direction of the stairs, and he slapped open the registered disciples on the way, cursing, "Get out of here!"

At this moment, Zheng Qing came in front of Fang Heng, and suddenly slapped him, "Get out of the way, don't get in the way"

Fang Heng frowned, he didn't want to meddle in other people's affairs, and was planning to leave, but he didn't expect Zheng Qing to attack him suddenly, turned around suddenly, and pinched Zheng Qing's wrist

"Um"

Zheng Qing suddenly became angry. Being humiliated by Huang Guishou had already made him furious. Now Fang Heng, a registered disciple, dared to grab his hand, which made him unable to control his anger anymore. Into a fist, he punched out suddenly, and the air exploded.

"die me"

A cold roar came out, and the fierce fist reached Fang Heng in an instant.