Within the valley.

In the morning, Fang Yuan set up a hot pot, boiled the spring water, poured it into the fine sand, added the herbs, and boiled it carefully.

"The practice of black sand palm must use a specific medicine sand. In the process of beating, the medicine will penetrate into the bones and muscles... and then with the moves and techniques, after the practice, the stone will be opened and the stone will be unfavorable..."

Originally, these three secrets passed the Fangyuan test, and I was sure that there was no big problem. After passing the final test of Han Shou, I was finally ready to practice.

"In the martial arts, there is a golden lock on the 12th floor. If the black sand palm is reached to the peak, you can barely reach the fifth level..."

This is the limit of the black sand palm, and the difference between the ordinary practice and the secret book.

"The eagle claws are even more pitted. At most, they will reach the third level. After that, they need a specific mental cooperation. But if they are found, it is enough to break through the shackles and reach the eighth level. Among those sects. It’s not bad...”

Fang Yuan carefully sorted out the information obtained from the secret.

"There is also the last hard qigong, although there is some taste of the inner content, even the founder does not know where it can go. In history, it is the failure to attack the sixth wound, the death and death... ..."

Fang Yuan sighed.

The Golden Lock has 12 floors, and each level is a problem, and there are several major levels.

"Golden locks the 12th floor of the building, I only know the first eight levels: open, rest, life, du, Jing, injury, shock, death! There are subdivisions in this, the first three off, rest, life, once Breakthrough, there is an increase in the number of people, and there is no harm in breaking through the failure. For the foundation of martial arts, Du and Jing Erguan are somewhat troublesome, but the failure does not hurt the body. It is only the last three levels. Once the failure is broken, the warrior will be subject to Back to the phlegm, even death! Especially the eighth level of death, you must break through the bang, failure is death!"

The way of practice is never a simple matter.

"The first eight levels are like this. The last four doors are said to be another world. On top of this, Wu Zong, I don’t know what the realm is..."

Fang Yuan sighed with a sigh.

"There are legends. On the top of the warrior, there are more ways to cultivate, more imaginative, incredible powerhouse..."

In Fang Yuan’s heart, there is a longing for it.

Although he does not have much ambition, if he can become a god-like figure, it is also a very good thing to be immortal and happy.

"And, I really need a little self-protection!"

The medicinal sand is fried well. The original fine white sand is black and has a medicinal taste. Fang Yuan immediately found a coarse cloth and collected these medicines carefully.

"The eagle claws do not have the same mentality and qi line, and they are the first three passes to stay on the rivers and lakes. It is also the most common soy sauce on the rivers and lakes..."

"And hard qigong is self-created, and there are not many people practicing. The key founders will practice themselves when they rush to the customs... at most, they can only practice the first five layers..."

According to the secret, Fang Yuan’s own speculation, the martial arts masters of the first three levels, may be the mainstream of today’s rivers and lakes.

The four or five levels are rare and rare, at least to ensure that the pamper is superior and the status is lofty.

After the injury gate, it is the elite of the sectarians. It can be called a small master.

"The first eight levels are so powerful, the last four levels, and the more Wu Zong's realm..."

Fang Yuan spit out a long breath, knowing that the spirit of the sect can dominate the party, the emperor is general, not without refuge.

A Wu Zong is enough to suppress this!

"This world is very big. Qingling Mountain is just a corner. If you want to see a broader world, you must constantly improve yourself..."

Although Fang Yuan is lazy and indifferent, if he sets a goal, he will often explode with amazing perseverance.

"At the moment, it is still the best for me!"

He now only needs a martial art that can help him break through. It is enough to specialize one. Otherwise, it is not too bad to chew. Where is there such a leisure time?

"call……"

Looking at the sandbag wrapped in the sand in front of him, Fang Yuan took a deep breath: "Bumping!"

Snapped!

He turned his back and printed it on the sandbag, and suddenly felt a burning pain in his back.

"Sure enough, martial arts is very hard, even if the former Master forced me to practice, I will escape if I can't do it..."

Ten palms!

Fifty palms!

One hundred palms!

Five hundred palms! !

After a full palm, Fang Yuan took back his hands and saw that both hands and hands had some broken skin, a hot meaning, and a clear infusion of medicine.

"call……"

Seeing this, Fang Yuan did not dare to neglect, and soaked his hands in the basin prepared next to him.

"Practicing black sand palm, you must not break the supply of medicines, especially this final warming procedure. Without this, you will only become a waste."

After half an hour, Fang Yuan has already turned a little dark water and replaced it with a new one.

"Fortunately, this kind of common herbs, I am still in the valley, the reserves are not small..."

"Giggle!"

Next to it, the flower fox squatted for a long time, some boring and yawning, and suddenly the black eyes turned and ran to the side, deliberately sniffed the medicine lost by Fang Yuan, and suddenly retired with a look .

This extremely anthropomorphic attitude made Fang Yuan almost think that he had seen a living person.

"Okay, flower fox, don't mess around, I will prepare barbecue for you right away!"

Fang Yuan smiled and looked at his hands again.

After soaking the syrup, the original hot meaning completely dissipated. At this time, the palms were completely cool, and even a little dead skin wrinkled between them, about to fall off.

"According to the secrets, the black sand palm is big, the palm is delicate and white, and it is more slippery than the hand of a young woman. But if it is a hard work, it can be hard and iron, open the cracked stone, and even add poison. ”

"From today, I have to take three hours to practice the black sand palm every day, I don't know what can break the record..."

Fang Yuan looked at his property bar, and some helpless.

His system vision is too high, can be seen, and actively included, after all, is a minority.

"However, when I get the black sand palm completely, even when I break through the first level of the warrior, how can it be admitted?"

Fang Yuan thought a little smugly.

......

"Second brother, why do people still come here?"

Outside the mountain, Miss Zhou Jiaxin and Zhou Wenxin, together with her brother, marched slowly into the valley. Zhou Wenxin’s face was reluctant, with a little faint fear.

‘It’s rare to have someone who can hold a little girl...’

When I saw it on Tuesday, I smiled, but I got a face: "You went to the door and asked for sin. It’s just indiscriminate, and an apology should be..."

Zhou Jiacai's atmosphere is rough, the servants are like clouds, and the medicinal materials are so crucial. How can they not go through several tests before entering the mouth of Zhou's master?

Don't say anything else, even if you are a forester.

There is no problem with the two determinations. Master Zhou has not only entered this medicine in this period of time, but also finds people to trouble, there are some feelings of strong words.

"Then why should I ask him... obviously it is just a martial art..."

Zhou Wenxin originally wanted to say something, but the figure of Fang Yuan appeared in his mind, but he was scared to tremble with his legs. If he wanted to swear, he could not speak out.

"It won't be martial arts, and it's not allowed to be anything else... In this world, it's not just a warrior. The rumors of the sorcerer and the sorcerer's stream, even after the eight customs, the martial arts must be respectful..."

On Tuesday, my brother’s face finally turned solemn: “I saw the wounds of the family’s house that day, very strange, and according to your description, even the best-eyed people just saw a white light flashing, and this is somewhat Similar to the spirits means..."

When I think about the difference of Fang Yuan's day, even Zhou Wenxin is silent.

"Yes, today, you must remember, don't play the temper of Missy, do you know?"

Zhou Jia’s second brother has a strong voice: “This is also for our father!”

Master Zhou has arrived now, almost no medicine stone, and perhaps only the legendary spirits, can be saved with the power of magic.

"I... I know!"

Although he was regarded as a baby from a young age, he was treated as much as he was, but Zhou Wenxin at this time still knew the priority. He immediately lowered his head and his voice seemed to be mosquitoing.

In fact, since the last time Fang Yuanzhang taught her a meal, she has left a shadow in Miss Zhou Da’s heart. I am afraid that even if Zhou’s second brother does not remind him, it is absolutely impossible to find trouble again.

Not long after, the Glen is looking forward to it.

Zhou Jia's second brother looked around in a circle and immediately took a deep breath: "Zhou Jia Zhou Wenwu, Zhou Wenxin, please see Fang Xiaoju Shi!"

His voice is clear, spread far and wide, and can be heard everywhere.

"Ok?"

Within the valley, Fang Yuan, who was already burying his head, suddenly looked up: "There are few Zhou family, this voice... I don’t think he is also a martial artist, and he is more advanced than me, and I don’t know the first few levels..."

At this time, the Fang Yuan is still unbroken, but full of enthusiasm.

In terms of attacking, he has a flower fox, which is equivalent to a martial arts master who has broken the number of martial arts. Even if he can't beat it, he wants to leave and go without a fear.

Immediately came to Taniguchi, and met Zhou Wenwu and Zhou Wenxin. Pi Xiao said with a smile: "It turned out that the two arrived, is it for the last time?"

"Fang Xiaoju Shi don't misunderstand, the sister-in-law collided, before colliding with the layman, but also looking for more than a sea culvert!"

Zhou Wenwu slammed into the ground, his attitude was very sincere, and turned his head: "Little girl!"

"I... I know."

Zhou Wenxin’s committee succumbed to the front, and the scorpion of the upper Yuan’s nephew and his legs trembled unconsciously.

I was stared at by Zhou Wenwu, and I was blessed with a blessing: "Fang Gongzi, the previous things are really unbearable, my aunt... the slaves are not paying you here, but I also hope that you have a large number of adults..."