Carefree Path of Dreams

"What happened? Lei Yue?"

boom!

When the door was broken, the figure of the teacher’s voice floated in, and it was obvious that he had been waiting for a moment to observe.

"You are not saying that there is a seventy-eight percent success, how can it fail?"

She held Lin Leiyue's right hand, and Wu Zong's force rushed in, causing a trace of blood on Lin Leiyue's face: "Master... Master?"

"Oh... silly girl!"

The teacher's language is a big sigh of relief: "Fortunately, you have served the condensed moon Dan before, and you have the help of medicinal herbs. You can keep your veins intact... This time, you are too reckless!"

"Sorry……"

Lin Lei’s lips moved, but he still couldn’t tell the truth.

It’s just that she is clear that the figure of the boy must be a dream when he breaks through in the future.

If you can't break through this level of psychological, I am afraid that the martial arts will improve in the future, even if there is a magical medicine to help, it is also extremely extreme.

......

Within the valley.

Fang Yuan opened his eyes and his face was a touch of joy.

"The sixth pass of the martial arts, the wounded door, finally broke!"

He sank a bit, and before he came to an ancient wooden tree, he slightly lifted the internal force. As for the palm, he shot it against the trunk.

puff!

The dull voice sounded like a crack.

After the party opened the palm of the hand, the original tree had already had a clear and clear palm print. Not only that, but in the palm print, there were many dense holes, and a trace of sawdust fell.

"Sure enough, the internal and internal forces are completely different. If the former is a cotton thread, then the latter is a steel wire!"

Fang Yuan took a deep breath and knew that he could kill Song Zhong. It was too lucky.

"The gap between the wounded door and the previous five levels is completely different!"

He shook his fist and felt the power of the surge in the body, looking at the property bar. At this time, there have been earth-shaking changes:

"Name: Fang Yuan

Fine: 3.3

Gas: 3.2

God: 2.0

Age: 18

Repaired as: the sixth pass of martial arts

Skills: black sand palm [five layers], eagle claw iron cloth shirt [six layers]

Expertise: Medical [Level 2], Implantation [Level 3]"

"Eagle claw iron cloth shirt - inside and outside the practice method, after the Dacheng, the body is covered with iron cloth, the water is not in the fire, the sword is difficult to hurt, the current is the sixth layer, with the defense strengthening! The claw claw inner strength is strengthened!"

"The eagle claw works six layers, the eagle claws are inside! The defense is strengthened!"

The inner strength of the body has been tried by Fang Yuan, but this defense is strengthened?

He thought about it, and the inner strength of the body was spread out and spread under the skin.

Hey!

In an instant, his skin is tight, with a different color of solitude from the previous one, and the amazing inner strength rushes back and forth like an armor.

"With this layer of defense, the slash of ordinary swords, I can't help but resist one or two..."

Fang Yuan’s eyes are bright: “This amazing defense and attack power has improved. After the Sixth Pass, the internal forces have changed, and the ordinary warriors really have a difference!”

With such progress, he could not help but put on the idea of ​​those spiritual birds.

"With my martial arts at this time, if those red-eyed white birds dare to play with me, the ordinary variants are not feared at all, that is, a few spirit birds, and the leader of the Dapeng, there is still some trouble!"

For the Qingfeng Lingdi in the depths of Qingling Mountain, Fang Yuan has been jealous for a long time.

The huge heterogeneous group of birds is like a scorpio gap, blocking him in front of him, so that he can only occasionally piecemeal and take advantage of it. How can this be tolerated?

"The Qingfeng Lingdi is an excellent rear base camp. The sooner you develop it, the better!"

Only spirituality is the best environment for spiritual growth.

At this time, although Fang Yuan also relies on his own abilities, he can cultivate spiritual plants, but this cost, as well as the destruction of the surrounding environment, is really terrible.

And, it's not very safe.

Therefore, it is imperative to eradicate the group of red-eyed white birds and occupy the Qingfeng Spirit.

"It's a big deal, I'm spending it with those white birds. Every day I go to the cold to kill a few, but it depends on whether they are born fast, or I kill fast!"

Fang Yuan’s face suddenly showed a hint of twilight.

......

There are no sun and moon in the mountains, and unconsciously, it is a dozen days before the passage of time.

Among the Aoba Castles, the people's livelihood and the family that had been dying because of the ravages in the Song Dynasty finally recovered, and on the surface they returned to a calm appearance.

As for the Zhou family, which is almost out of the door, it is almost forgotten.

However, the power vacuum left behind by it has been swallowed up by the rising new family, and the Lin family is a big part of it.

This day, Aoba Castle.

A young man strolled into the city with a few cherished colors on his face: "This Aoba City is still very lively!"

This person is naturally Fang Yuan.

During this time, in addition to cultivating the red jade rice, drinking the spiritual tea day and night, he was waiting for the red-eyed white bird around the Qingfeng spiritual land.

The sixth layer of the talon iron cloth shirt is really a small thing, at least the ordinary red-eyed white bird tears and slams, as long as it is not critical, he is completely fearless.

Using this feature, he smothered the red-eyed white bird, and when he met the spirit bird, he hid in the dense fog. He feeds on bird meat, spiritual tea and spiritual water day and night, and the martial arts and foundation are slowly increasing.

The spirit bird group also decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

For the enemies of Fang Yuan, even the Bird King is not a way.

The wrong non-Qingfeng Lingdi is very good, and the whole red-eye white bird group may have to migrate.

However, recently, Fang Yuan’s energy began to gradually shift to the top of the red jade rice paddy.

He is facing a huge problem, and the realgar powder needed for the fire is not enough...

After all, although there were a lot of reserves before, this paddy field is also a big fat eater. This time it is expanding production. It is also unusual for this scene to appear.

Out of this matter, Fang Yuan has to go out to raise money even if he does not want to go out, unless he wants to have no grain in his own Ling Tian, ​​otherwise there is no temper.

The second point is that he does not dare to force the red-eyed white bird group to be too tight.

At this time, after his killing, the remaining red-eyed white birds are particularly fierce, and they are extremely incomparable. When they are in danger, they will scream for help and alarm all the spirit birds and the bird king.

Fang Yuan once had an escape because of the mad pursuit of the flock of birds, and there were a few more blood holes on his back.

After eliminating the old, weak, and sick, the rest are all hard bones.

Moreover, he does not want to be forced too tightly. Those spirit beasts already have similar human wisdom. If the last dog jumps to the wall and deliberately destroys the spiritual land, it is also a picture that Fang Yuan would never want to see.

"Boss! Come to 30 pounds of good realgar powder! For the best!"

Or the last grocery store, Fang Yuanyi sipped as soon as he entered the door, it was simply a wealthy upstart.

This time I went to the county town and I got a lot of money. He is really not bad at that gold.

"Thirty pounds?!"

When the fat shopkeeper, who was originally smiling, heard this, his face suddenly showed a sly color: "This amount is too big, and the store has only 15 pounds of stock..."

"This way, then pack it together!"

Fang Yuanhao waved his hand and prepared to go to the next one to continue to sweep the goods.

"Yes Yes……"

The fat dispensers nodded in nod, ridding the buddy, and went out of their own way, weighing and weighing, suddenly, the eyes slightly picked up: "Hey? This little brother, have we seen?"

He looked at this boy and always felt a little familiar.

"Yeah, the last realgar powder, I also entered from you!"

Fang Yuan, who has become the sixth master, has already lost a lot of scruples and said directly.

"Last time, realgar powder! I remember, you are the last boy who sold red ginseng and was taken away by Zhou family!"

A hit fist in the treasurer.

"Exactly!"

Fang Yuan took the medicine bag from his own place and asked casually: "I heard that the county town has a big event, I don't know what the current Zhou family is?"

"Ugh……"

The shopkeeper shook his head: "What else can you do? The servant is not killed or run away, the shop is occupied, and even the old house has become a gathering place for the nephew. Poor Zhou Laozi has worked hard to make the family happy and prosperous. But now it is down and it’s down..."

Fang Yuan listened and was silent.

Even though Zhou Wenwu still has a Zhou Wenwu, but the Guilin Zongken punishes Song Zhong, it has already done a conclusion.

Next, in this Aoba City, it is necessary to restore Zhou’s original voice. Even if Zhou Wenwu immediately returns, he can only smash the road, and don’t expect Zongmen to be his. After all, it is not the sect of the sect.

"That is now the biggest power in Aoba Castle?"

Fang Yuan continued to ask.

"If the power is the biggest, then it is undoubtedly the Lin family. Father Lin has a good daughter... Next, Zhang Jia and Guo Jia are both newly rising families..."

In fact, the two families were originally small families in Aoba City.

When this opportunity comes, it will immediately rise above it. It can be said that it is full of fat in the wreckage that Zhou family has fallen.

The winner is the king, the loser is the beggar, even in a small county, it seems so **** and cruel.

‘It looks like it’s not easy for Zhou Wenwu to re-enter the foundation. But what about this?’

Fang Yuan shook his head and Shi Shiran walked out of the shop and disappeared into the crowd.

Instead, the fat shopkeeper looked at his back, and the expression on his face was a little scared.

......

"This son is going to buy realgar powder?"

"Exactly!"

Fang Yuan strolled around the city and was preparing to continue to buy some sundries. Several people suddenly appeared in front of him.

These people are dressed in uniforms and should be subordinated to a certain force. They all have a flattering smile on their faces. The martial arts are not bad, and they have three levels of appearance.

"The villain Zhang Han, the master of the family has long heard the name of the son, and wants to make friends with the son! District area, not respectful!"

Zhang Han waved his hand, and several servants immediately took the brocade box forward. After opening it, there was a good realgar powder in a box, and a box of silver was shining, and it was a row of small silver ingots.