Throughout the Fang family's secret room, the wind of fists roared, tearing the air, and a figure moved around. Although his body skills were immature, his strength was astonishing.

A full quarter of an hour later, Fang Qing's physical strength had reached 9,800 kilograms. This was a humanoid ferocious beast, a fighting machine. Looking at the wind and cloud world, it could be said to be invincible in the body refining realm!

"The blood is like waves, and the fighting spirit splits the sky! This is the legendary realm!"

Fang Shanhe suddenly appeared with a flash of light in his eyes, muttering to himself, boiling with fighting intent.

"ah!"

Fang Qing felt that extremely terrifying power was surging all over his body. Without spitting out, he punched out with all his strength. The punch was astonishing, indestructible and indestructible, but the direction was exactly the direction where Fang Shanhe was standing.

"Good boxing skills!"

Fang Shanhe's eyes showed an astonishing fighting spirit. He pointed his right hands together like swords and stabbed Fang Qing's fist with one sword.

It means the warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers, the revival of all things, the scorching sun and the rising sun, the coolness and coolness, and the fruitfulness.

The three artistic conceptions are included in one sword, but this sword does not seem to be comprehensive and has shortcomings, but it is also extremely sharp and exquisite.

"Sword of Four Seasons!"

In the distance, Fang Youli's eyes were like swords, staring at Fang Shanhe's sword finger with longing and envy on his face.

Fang Qing, who was immersed in the practice of boxing, felt a sword energy that was so sharp that it could penetrate all obstacles coming towards his face.

His fighting spirit was shattered, and he wanted to compete with him hard. He would not hide or evade, and would not retreat until he died. This was a quality that a true warrior must possess. He let out a long roar and struck with all his strength. His strength had already broken into the terrifying 10,000 kilograms.

situation.

"break!"

clang!

The fists and fingers collided, but the sound of gold and iron clashed, surging back and forth throughout the entire Fang family's secret room.

The fierce fist wind and sword energy swept out in all directions, and half of the animal oil candles lit in the secret room were immediately extinguished. This was the result of the protection of several other people.

An irresistible force was transmitted. Fang Qing felt severe pain in his fist, and his bones crackled, but he was not injured. It was obvious that the opponent had reservations and had no intention of hurting him.

Kick! Kick! Kick!

He took three steps back in a row, and the copper ground he stepped on made a clanging sound, and then he was able to neutralize the force.

When Fang Qing came back to his senses, he saw an old man in gray standing opposite him. He looked similar to his grandfather Fang Youren, and he looked about sixty or seventy years old.

"Yes, you are really good, Fang Buhui's son?" The old man in gray clothes looked at Fang Qing, his face full of admiration and relief.

"Fang Qing has met Grandpa!"

Fang Qing also came to his senses. He guessed the identity of the old man in gray at that time. He was Fang Shanhe who had broken through seclusion and was also his direct great-great-grandfather.

"I ask you, have you mastered the fist intention?" Fang Shanhe looked at Fang Qing with hopeful and excited eyes.

"Yes, my grandson has indeed just mastered it, and it's just a half-step of the fist!"

Fang Qing's tone was still a little regretful. His fisting intention had not increased much, but his strength had only increased.

Hearing Fang Qing's regretful and dissatisfied tone, everyone present stared at him speechlessly, too shocked to speak.

Fist Intention, that is the realm that all monks dream of. Mastering the Intention is equivalent to mastering an invincible position in some aspects.

Even Fang Shanhai and Fang Shanhe were extremely shocked. It was one thing to guess, but it was another thing to hear Fang Qing tell the truth.

“Is there really a twelve-year-old person in this world who can master artistic conception? It’s incredible.”

"Monster, I don't even know how to describe it!"

"It's really a punch, it's so powerful. That punch just now definitely has the power of the peak of the Qi Yi Realm, and it's even stronger!"

"With a strength of 10,000 kilograms, crossing a large realm, using low-level basic boxing techniques, it is simply..."

"You can actually use the stone-breaking boxing technique in this situation. I wonder if Grandpa Zongheng can do it?"

Everyone's eyes were extremely eager, staring at Fang Qing, as if they wanted to see how this boy was different from them, and how could he be such a monster? Even if he was practicing in his mother's womb, he wouldn't be like this!

"God bless our Fang family. Even if you look at Kaitai City, even if you take a half-step fist, no one may be able to do it."

Fang Shanhe looked at Fang Qing eagerly, as if he were looking at an immortal monument.

"Yes, the realm that my father has been pursuing for half his life has actually appeared in a twelve-year-old boy. If this old man knew about it, I don't know how happy he would be!"

Fang Shanhai looked at Fang Qing, his old face was full of relief and satisfaction.

Fang Qing knew their thoughts very well. Wasn't Xu Liang, the expedition leader at the time, too excited to control himself?

In fact, artistic conception is something that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. Even Fang Qing, who has mastered the fist intention, cannot describe it. The feeling is very wonderful.

"Boy, tell me, how did you understand the meaning of the fist?" Fang Youli, a swordsman, took Fang Qing's hand and looked at him eagerly.

Fang Qing was a little dumbfounded. This second grandfather was a little incoherent now. He called himself "Lao Tzu". Didn't this mess up the seniority?

Others also gathered around Fang Qing, wanting him to talk about this feeling.

Fang Qing explained everything from beginning to end, except for the mysterious beads in his mind.

What he told Xu Liang and others was no different from what he told Xu Liang and others when he was at Earthline Fire Dragon. It was even more detailed and comprehensive, because these were his relatives!

Even though Fang Qing had no reservations and talked about his understanding over and over again, unfortunately, everyone present could not understand it. This has nothing to do with the realm of cultivation, it is just a chance.

Next came the hard days for Fang Qing. His grandfathers suppressed their realms to the peak of the Qi-Energy Realm and fought constantly with Fang Qing. The Stone-Breaking Boxing Technique became a martial arts monument in everyone's mind.

I don't know whether he wielded the stone-breaking fist five hundred times or a thousand times, but Fang Qing finally became a little numb, helpless, and still no one understood his own artistic conception.

However, Fang Qing's gains were also huge. He memorized all the martial arts of the Fang family without missing a single one. Moreover, under the cover of the mysterious beads, he learned so fast that he mastered every martial skill quickly.

"The falling leaf palm means the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves. With one palm shot, the palm shadow fills the sky. The strength has four changes: light, heavy, slow, and rapid. It can make the opponent hard to guard against! You have excellent understanding. Practice it a few times and you will completely master it."

question."

This is Fang Youcheng instructing Fang Qing. He is practicing Falling Leaf Palm, a low-level Huang-level martial arts skill. He has mastered the essence of Falling Leaf Palm, but he cannot understand the meaning of the palm.

He wanted Fang Qing to completely master the Fallen Leaf Palm, hoping that he could understand the meaning of the palm again so that he could learn from it. Although this would take time, it was still a good idea.

This is also a method jointly discussed by the masters of the Fang family. There is no way. The artistic conception cannot be seen or touched, and cannot be taught by words and deeds. It can only be understood, not expressed in words.

His palms were flying up and down. Fang Qing's power was too strong, and every palm was carrying a roaring wind. He did not use all his strength and only used five thousand kilograms of force to use the Falling Leaf Palm, but it was still astonishingly powerful.

Another palm slapped down from top to bottom. The power was not obvious, and it looked light and airy, but the strange angle enveloped the space in front of him, making it hard to guard against.

Another palm, slowly pushing out, with restrained strength, and when encountering resistance, it explodes with all its strength, which is earth-shattering.

Another palm shot out, at an alarming speed. His eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of the palm. The sky was filled with illusory palm shadows, and the air was torn apart.

In this way, Fang Qing continued to practice Falling Leaf Palm. From being unfamiliar at the beginning to mastering it now, as long as he is given a while, he will be able to fully master Falling Leaf Palm.

This is entirely due to the effect of the mysterious bead, which floats in the depths of Fang Qing's sea of ​​consciousness, and the rainbow light shrouds his sea of ​​consciousness all the time.

This makes Fang Qing's head in a state of absolute clarity and clarity at all times. For Fang Qing, whose understanding is already rare, it is simply an added advantage.

"The Sky-Zhanking Sword Technique emphasizes using force to break the law. This is very suitable for your fighting style. This sword technique is the strongest martial art in our Fang family besides the Second Uncle's Four Seasons Sword. You must learn it hard and strive for it."

Help me understand the meaning of the sword."

This is the great grandfather Fang Youzhi. He has been practicing this air-cutting sword technique for more than thirty years. As for the sword technique, he is the first person in the entire Fang family except Fang Shanhai. He has mastered Fang Shanhai's skills.

True biography.

"Look, this is the air-cutting sword technique!" A large copper sword appeared in Fang Youzhi's hand. The blade was slender, about three fingers wide and half a meter long.

Slashing out one sword after another, Fang Youzhi practiced very slowly in order to let Fang Qing see more clearly and carefully. This was equivalent to Fang Youzhi passing on his nearly thirty years of martial arts experience to Fang Qing.

Except for close relatives, no one would do this. Even between master and disciple, sometimes the master would not easily impart all his years of martial arts experience to the other.

Feeling deeply moved in his heart, Fang Qing concentrated on every sword move made by Fang Youzhi and devoted himself wholeheartedly to his sword skills.

Deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, the mysterious bead seemed to know that Fang Qing needed his help the most at this moment, and the colorful light shone brightly, completely covering his entire sea of ​​consciousness.

His mind is clear, his consciousness grows rapidly, and his memory is incredibly powerful. Photographic memory is the best way to describe it.

Fang Youzhi performed the nine-position sky-cutting sword technique more than a dozen times, and every detail was displayed in front of Fang Qing's eyes without reservation.

Half an hour later, Fang Qing closed his eyes and meditated, then opened his eyes, took the copper knife in his hand, and used it one after another. Each move was exactly the same as Fang Youzhi's.

Another hour passed, and Fang Qing stopped imitating Fang Youzhi and began to incorporate his own understanding.

"Shocking Sky Slash!"

Fang Qing shouted loudly, and slashed out with the copper knife in his hand from top to bottom, cutting through the air. The sharp light blue sword energy was exposed, which was a full meter long, and the cut air was shattered.

"The understanding is truly astonishing. I practiced for five years before I could slash out my sword energy. This kid only practiced for an hour and reached this level. What a monster!"

Fang Youzhi's eyes widened, he simply couldn't believe his eyes. Fang Qing once again broke his normal cognition.

Deep in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the mysterious bead seemed to sense Fang Youzhi's words and shook for a while. According to Fang Qing's understanding, this must be the mysterious bead starting to complain.
Chapter completed!