Chapter 42 Six Floors

"What's going on? Lei Yue?"

boom!

The door of the room shattered, and Shi Yutong's figure floated in, obviously waiting by the side to observe all the time.

"Didn't you say that you are 70% to 80% sure, so how can you fail?"

She held Lin Leiyue's right hand, and the power of Wu Zong poured in quickly, causing a trace of blood to appear on Lin Leiyue's face: "Master...Master?"

"Oh... silly girl!"

Shi Yutong breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, you took the Ningyue Pill before, and with the help of the pill, it is enough to protect your tendons from damage... This time, you are too reckless!"

"Feel sorry……"

Lin Leiyue's lips moved, but she still couldn't tell the truth.

It's just that she is clear that the figure of that young man will inevitably become her dream when she breaks through in the future.

If you can't break through this level of psychological barrier, I'm afraid that if you want to improve martial arts in the future, even with the help of panacea, it will be extremely remote.

...

Within the valley.

Fang Yuan opened his eyes, with a hint of joy on his face.

"The sixth level of martial arts, the door of injury, is finally broken!"

He pondered for a while, and when he came to an ancient tree next to him, he mobilized his inner strength a little, and slapped the tree trunk with his palm.

puff!

A dull voice sounded like cracked leather.

After Fang Yuan took his palm away, there was already a very clear palm print on the original tree. Not only that, there were many densely packed holes in the palm print, and traces of sawdust fell down.

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

Fang Yuan took a deep breath, knowing that he was lucky enough to kill Song Zhong.

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

He clenched his fist, felt the surge of power in his body, and looked at the attribute bar. At this moment, earth-shaking changes had taken place there:

"Name: Fang Yuan

Fine: 3.3

Gas: 3.2

God: 2.0

Age: 18

Cultivation level: Martial arts level 6

Skills: Black Sand Palm [five layers], Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt [six layers]

Specialties: Medical Skills [Level 2], Implantation Techniques [Level 3]"

"Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt—Cultivate internally and externally. After Dacheng, the whole body is covered with iron cloth, impermeable to fire and water, and hard to hurt by swords. It is currently the sixth floor, with enhanced defense! The inner strength of the eagle claws is strengthened!"

"Eagle Claw Skill Level 6, Eagle Claw Internal Strength! Defense Enhancement!"

Fang Yuan has already tried the inner strength in his body, but this kind of defense strengthening?

He thought for a while, and immediately spread the inner strength in his body, spreading it under the skin.

Hiss!

In an instant, the skin all over his body tightened, glowing with a completely different iron color from before, and the astonishing internal energy surged back and forth under it, like a piece of iron armor.

"With this layer of defense, I can't resist slashing with ordinary swords..."

Fang Yuan's eyes brightened: "With such an astonishing increase in defense and attack power, after the sixth level, the internal force will be transformed, which is really different from ordinary warriors!"

With such progress, he inevitably fell in love with those spirit birds.

"Based on my martial arts at this time, if those red-eyed white birds dare to land and fight me, ordinary mutants will have nothing to fear at all, just a few spirit birds and that big roc-like leader are still a little troublesome!"

Fang Yuan has been jealous for a long time about the Qingfeng Spiritual Land in the depths of Qingling Mountain.

However, the huge flock of alien birds, like a chasm in the sky, blocked him, so that he could only occasionally take advantage of it piecemeal, how could this be tolerated?

"That Qingfeng spiritual land is an excellent rear base camp, the sooner it is developed, the better!"

Only the spiritual land is the best environment for the growth of spiritual seeds.

At this time, although Fang Yuan can also rely on his own abilities to cultivate spiritual plants, the cost and damage to the surrounding environment are really appalling.

Also, it's not very safe.

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

"It's a big deal. I'll just spend time with those white birds. I'll kill some of them every day. It depends on whether they grow faster or I kill them faster!"

A ruthless look suddenly appeared on Fang Yuan's face.

...

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, and before one knows it, another dozen or so days have passed by.

In Qingye City, the people's livelihood and aristocratic families that had been withered due to the raging in the middle of the Song Dynasty have finally gradually recovered, and on the surface they have returned to their former peaceful appearance.

As for the Zhou family, which was almost extinct, it was almost gradually forgotten.

Rather, the power vacuum it left behind was swallowed up by the rising new families, and the Lin family was the head of it.

On this day, in Green Leaf City.

A young man strolled into the city with a look of nostalgia on his face: "This Qingye City is still so lively!"

This person is naturally Fang Yuan.

During this period of time, apart from cultivating red corn and rice, and drinking spiritual tea day and night, he just waited around the Qingfeng spiritual land and kept thinking about the red-eyed white bird.

The iron cloth shirt with eagle claws on the sixth floor is really no small matter, at least the ordinary red-eyed white bird's tearing and pecking, as long as it is not a vital point, he has no fear at all.

Taking advantage of this characteristic, he hunted and killed red-eyed white birds wantonly, and hid in the dense fog when encountering spirit birds, eating bird meat, spirit tea, and spirit water day and night, and his martial arts and foundation were slowly improving.

And the group of spirit birds also decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

For Fang Yuan, a cunning enemy, even the Bird King has nothing to do.

It's not because of the good geographical location of Qingfeng Lingdi, the whole flock of red-eyed white birds might have to migrate.

However, recently, Fang Yuan's energy has gradually shifted to the red jade rice field.

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

After all, although there were a lot of reserves before, this rice field is also a big fat eater. This time it has expanded production, and this scene is not unusual.

When this happened, even if Fang Yuan didn't want to, he had to go out to raise funds. Unless he thought that his spiritual field would be fruitless, he really didn't have a temper at all.

And the second point is that he didn't dare to push the red-eyed white birds too tightly.

At this time, after his massacre, the rest of the red-eyed white birds were extremely fierce and extremely cunning. Whenever they encountered danger, they would neigh for help, alarming all the spirit birds and bird kings.

Once, Fang Yuan was unable to escape in time, and under the frantic pursuit of the birds, he had a few blood holes on his back, and finally managed to escape.

After weeding out the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, the rest are all hard bones.

Moreover, he didn't want to press too hard. Those spirit beasts already had human-like intelligence. If they jumped over the wall in a hurry and deliberately destroyed the spirit land, that would be something Fang Yuan would never want to see.

"Boss! Thirty catties of high-quality realgar powder! I want the best stuff!"

It was the same grocery store last time, Fang Yuan drank as soon as he entered the door, he was like a rich and powerful upstart.

This trip to the county has gained a lot, and he is really not short of that bit of gold and silver now.

"Thirty catties?!"

When the fat shopkeeper who was smiling at first heard this, he immediately showed hesitation on his face: "This quantity is too big, and our store only has fifteen catties in stock..."

"That's it, let's pack together!"

Fang Yuan waved his hand in a very heroic manner, ready to go to the next shop and continue to scan the goods.

"Yes Yes……"

The fat shopkeeper nodded hurriedly, drove away the buddy, left the field by himself, carefully packed and weighed, and suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly: "Huh? This little brother, have we met?"

He looked at the young man and always felt a little familiar.

"Yeah, I got the realgar powder last time from you too!"

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

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

A punch from the shopkeeper.

"Exactly!"

Fang Yuan took the medicine package on his own, and asked casually, "I heard that something big happened in the county, how is the Zhou family now?"

"well……"

The shopkeeper shook his head: "What else can I do? The servants were either killed or ran away, the shop was occupied, and even the old house became a gathering place for beggars. Poor Mr. Zhou has worked so hard to manage the family well and prosper. Now it's gone downhill all at once..."

Fang Yuan was also silent after hearing this.

Even though there is still Zhou Wenwu in the Zhou family, Gui Lingzong's willingness to punish Song Zhong is already done.

Next, in Qingye City, to restore the original momentum of the Zhou family, even if Zhou Wenwu came back immediately, it would be difficult. Don't expect the sect to do anything for him, after all, Guilingzong did not open a good hall.

"Then in Qingye City, which family is the most powerful?"

Fang Yuan continued to ask.

"If it is said that the most powerful family is undoubtedly the Lin family, Mr. Lin gave birth to a good daughter... Next, there are the Zhang family and the Guo family, both of which are newly rising families..."

In fact, these two families were originally small families in Qingye City, and they had a lot of background.

This time when the opportunity came, he immediately rose to the top. It can be said that he ate his belly full of fat among the fallen wreckage of the Zhou family.

The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. Even in a small county town, it looks so bloody and cruel.

'It seems that it will not be easy for Zhou Wenwu to rebuild his foundation, but it has nothing to do with me...'

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

On the other hand, the fat shopkeeper looked at his back with a somewhat surprised expression on his face.

...

"This young master wants to buy realgar powder?"

"Exactly!"

Fang Yuan walked around the city for a while, and was about to continue shopping for some sundries when several people suddenly appeared in front of him.

These people are wearing uniform clothes, they should belong to a certain faction, they all have flattering smiles on their faces, the leader is not bad in martial arts, and looks like about three levels.

"Villain Zhang Han, my master has heard of the young master's name for a long time, and wants to make friends with the young master! A mere courtesy is not a respect!"

Zhang Han waved his hand, and several servants next to him immediately stepped forward with brocade boxes in their hands. After opening, one box was filled with high-quality realgar powder, and the other box was shining with silver. There were two rows of small silver ingots.