Torture

At the end of the day, the sun was in the west.

In the boundless wilderness, several jackals, as big as wild dogs, were bloodthirsty and cunning, and they cooperated with each other to hunt down a tusked, fat wild boar. After the bloody smell drifted away in the wind, it attracted a large number of vultures.

Hovering in the sky.

At the foot of the hillside cliff not far away, Fang Ping looked at Liu Wuye who had calmed down and said: "You mentioned the Chunyang Sect earlier, and I am very curious about where the Chunyang Sect is and how many masters of the third level are there.

"

Fang Ping's understanding of this world is still too shallow, but Liu Wuye is different.

"There are so many masters in Chunyang Sect. It is a martial arts sect with a long history in Yanzhou. You don't even know this. You are really ignorant."

At this moment, Liu Wuye had no fear of death, and his eyes were full of contempt and mockery as he stared at Fang Ping.

"Yes, I have never left Dazefu City. Compared to you, an outer disciple of the Chunyang Sect, I can be considered a frog in the well." Fang Ping sighed and nodded, then changed the subject and said, "How can I be the frog in the well?

If you can’t even defeat me, how have you been able to survive these past few decades?”

"I... I was careless... You are despicable, and you actually used lime powder in a fight at the same level... If we had an upright fight, I would never lose to you." Liu Wuye yelled with force and sophistry.

"Actually, you know in your heart that even if it's an upright confrontation, you can't defeat me." Fang Ping reached out his hand and pressed a few times on Liu Wuye's weak spot. The pain made Liu Wuye urinate and his body twitch.

"Are there any masters who are above the third level?" Fang Ping held his breath and asked the question he wanted to know most.

Liu Wuye was silent for a long time and then began his description: "The Thirteen Prefectures of Yanzhou have vast mountains and rivers and prosperous martial arts. The Chunyang Sect sits on the Chunyang Peak outside Dazefu City. There are three thousand disciples in the sect, composed of registered disciples.

To start, the outer disciples must have the strength of the middle third grade, and the inner disciples must have the strength of the upper third grade. It is estimated that there are more than a hundred people."

Fang Ping was suspicious, refining essence to transform into qi, refining qi to transform into spirit, refining spirit into void, isn't this a Taoist saying?

"The will of martial arts comes out of the body and turns into a bright sun..."

…

My cousin ran away, but she will definitely bring the news that he was killed by Fang Ping to Chunyang Sect.

From the opponent's body, Fang Ping found several large-denomination banknotes, as much as three thousand taels, and the rest were a bottle of elixir and a sword manual.

Qiu Hong and other members of the Bai Family Nursing Home were all slumped to the ground, with fiery eyes surrounding Fang Ping.

He was the second person to receive this kind of treatment! The first one was the Lord of Lianjia Fort.

Fang Ping weighed it again and again and did not put it away rashly.

Fang Ping was more interested in elixirs than swordsmanship and martial arts. No one in Shanyang County could refine the finished elixirs. As a result, he had the recipe for Dragon and Tiger elixirs, but it was hard for a woman to make a meal without rice.

Fang Ping is also afraid that the Chunyang Sect will hunt him down. Fortunately, Yizhou is a boundless land with hundreds of millions of people. How can a Chunyang Sect want to find Fang Ping in the vast sea of ​​people and vast mountains and rivers? You must have hands and eyes all over the sky.

, the immortal cultivator whose soul has left the body.

Fang Ping was shocked. He had been developing quietly in Shanyang County for so long, and it was indeed the right choice. One Chunyang Sect had more than a hundred inner disciples of the third rank, and there were not many martial arts sects in Yanzhou.

"I don't know." Liu Wuye, who didn't catch the frightened expression on Fang Ping's face, shook his head in disappointment and said to himself: "I only heard the inner sect brother mentioned it once, saying that it was above the third level, involving...

The spirit of martial arts contains various mysteries such as refining energy to transform into energy, refining energy to transform into spirit, and refining spirit to return to the void."

This is the truth. As the saying goes, simplicity leads to greatness! Great sound and great sound! Only when you eat well and drink well can you do great things.

"Besides being an outer disciple of Chunyang Sect, what other identity do you have? For example, your cousin." Fang Ping asked inquiringly.

If people are not afraid of death, why do they still live? Even if they know that they are not going to die soon, just to live for one more moment or three can make people put down their dignity, regardless of the cost.

"There's no secret. You should eat and drink as you should, and take care of yourself." Fang Ping replied seriously.

Even if we find Fang Ping, it will take a long time, and by then Fang Ping will no longer be of the third level.

"Mr. Fang, how did you cultivate? The fourth level. When I was your age, I had not yet reached the fourth level."

In a town a hundred miles away from Fang Ping, the girl hid in the inn room in panic like a little rabbit.

Pulling out the stopper, Fang Ping poured out three bright red pills from the pill bottle, held one up and put it in front of his nose. A unique and sour smell rushed straight into his nostrils.

"It could be a panacea, or it could be a poison."

The ninth level of martial arts, this is the martial arts system that Fang Ping knows. What level is higher than that? He has never heard anyone mention it.

…

"Master Fang."

"A bit high!"

Not long after, Fang Ping rode an exotic BMW and caught up with the team that was slowly advancing on the ground.

"Yes, the headmaster and all the elders are all at the third level or above." Liu Wuye nodded and said with a smile: "Chunyang Sect has strict rules and punishments must be repaid. It would be okay if I were a registered disciple, but I am

Outer disciple, if you kill me, you will be wanted by the Chunyang Sect, and there will be no place for you in Yanzhou."

"Continue to talk about what is the realm of reaching the third level and above, and what is the mystery of it."

Fang Ping didn't ask any more questions, raised his palm and lowered it, smashing Liu Wuye's Tianling Cap.

Thinking back on these words, Fang Ping thought of the two red suns that appeared in the depths of Lianjiabao not long ago. The martial arts aura permeating from those two red suns shocked Fang Ping and Chu Ying at that time.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fang, we won't reveal that you are a fourth-grade master. We hope Mr. Fang can give us some advice."

Then I saw the masters from the Demon Suppression Division and the Demon Slaying Division walking out of Lianjiabao. Now it seems that the two masters from the Demon Slaying Division and the Demon Suppression Division are both strong men of the third level or above.

"For masters who have reached that level and have martial arts skills, the will of martial arts can penetrate the body and turn into a bright sun. It has a crushing deterrent effect on warriors below that level. One person can rival ten thousand people.

"

"The latter possibility is unlikely."

Liu Wuye knew everything, he had told Chunyang Sect, and he didn’t care to tell Fang Ping his background: “I am from the Liu family in Hongzhou City, my cousin is the legitimate daughter of the Wu family in Hongzhou City, Hongzhou City is not in Daze

Within Fucheng, it is one of the three ancient cities in Yanzhou, with a population that is second only to the prosperous place of the state capital."

"Let's get down to business." When Fang Ping took back his palm, he said with a cold expression: "You can also bite your tongue and commit suicide, I'm afraid you don't have the courage."

She inhaled and exhaled heavily, patting her undulating chest for the rest of her life.

"Cousin, I'm afraid... it's going to be more dangerous than that. Fortunately, I escaped quickly, otherwise I wouldn't have escaped the bad luck."

The girl felt a little guilty, but if she hadn't run fast, she would have been killed by the sword.

All she could do was return home and tell the news to her elders.
Chapter completed!