Chapter 7 External Skills Breakthrough

"No." Fu Tianlian's face changed greatly and was about to stop Mu Zifeng, but he saw a man behind Master Ning with his legs and leap out. He performed a martial art of connecting legs in mid-air, and only saw the air within three meters around him stirring up the atmosphere.

The gas explosion sounded, and heavy leg shadows attacked Fu Tian's upper body.

"Fight in all directions."

Fu Tianling tied his legs, his waist was straight, and he waved his right fist, and also played a martial art.

The two of them retreated to one side after several moves.

Mu Zifeng's eyes showed a solemn look. Every time the external practice is improved to a small level, its strength will be enhanced several times, or even more than ten times. Today, seeing is believing. When the man who exerted his leg skills landed, two clearly visible footprints appeared on the ground, which were to fully practice the strength on the leg and the unity of manpower.

And Fu Tianling's hands have also become extremely thick at this moment. When the force is stimulated, his palms will also be flesh-shaped weapons.

"Hmm, Master Fu, how dare you intervene?"

"This person was brought back by Mr. Fu. How can something happen halfway? Please forgive Master Ning."

"What if the young master wants this man's two arms?"

"Naturally step over Fu first."

Mu Zifeng has admired this Fu Tianliao very much. This person is definitely a decent and upright person. Thinking of this, he smiled gently and said, "Master Fu, since you have come here, you are naturally not a fearful person. Since Master Ning wants his two arms, it may be to please the beauty. I'll stand here. Whoever wants to take action, I'll take it all. In the end, even if you lose, you are not as good as others.

"Okay, little brother, Fu will ensure that you are fine." Fu Tianling winked at an attendants behind him and saw him nodding and running into the courtyard.

"The tone is quite strong. If you know a little about the martial arts of the three-legged cat, you will talk wildly. Last time you were lucky enough to cut off the right palm of the waste. Today, I will personally take you down in public and waste your arms."

With a wave of the fan in Master Ning's hand, his whole body flew to Mu Zifeng. The fan in his hand seems to be able to turn into a sword, stab and cut, and attract fierceness. Between the moves, you can clearly see that the tendons on his hands seem to be rolling and constantly shaking.

Master Ning, who was only 15 or 16 years old, has actually cultivated the first layer of external skills to the peak and will break through to the explosive situation at any time.

Mu Zifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the strong wind brought by the fan in the other party's hand was like a blade, scratching his face. However, his body swayed gently, constantly twisting and walking in a strange posture, like a flexible snake swimming in the grass, safe and sound.

This is the body method of snake plucking grass, which is a small skill to fight and avoid concessions.

"What a strange martial arts method." Master Ning attacked more than ten swords in a row, but only left a few sword marks on the other party's clothes. He couldn't help but be furious, "Fight to destroy the qi."

Mu Zifeng knew that it was not good as soon as he saw the other party abandoning the fan in his hand. Sure enough, he felt that there seemed to be a terrible force in the other party's body on the edge of the explosion. It is a long-term dormant beast, which will bring terrible attack power once it wakes up.

"No, everyone, retreat quickly. The young master is going to use a big killing trick." The surrounding attendants retreated one after another, and even Fu Tianlian decisively retreated more than ten steps under the subconscious reaction.

Mu Zifeng saw that the clothes on Master Ning's upper body were cracked by a dark force and turned into countless pieces of rags floating around. But he had a vicious bloodline on his body, like an earthworm.

The momentum rose in an instant, and his body lost weight, and his feet actually left the ground. There was a tendency to fly.

"So evil!" Mu Zifeng didn't know what kind of martial arts it was. He didn't expect that a person with only force would have such earth-shaking changes.

"Little brother, get out of the way." Fu Tianying finally shouted out.

But Mu Zifeng did not hide. He felt as if he had been stared at by a fierce beast. An invisible momentum locked him. No matter how he avoided, he could not escape the other party's big killing move.

"There is no trace of wind and thunder."

The sword in his hand finally came out of its sheath, and Mu Zifeng showed the final killing move of Fenglei swordsmanship, which was a desperate method. Unfortunately, his power could not exert the momentum of wind and thunder at all. As soon as the sword arrived halfway, he saw the young master Ning roar, and his whole body turned into a double shadow and came to Mu Zifeng in an instant. He gently pinched the blade with his flesh and blood hand, with a contemptuous sneer at the corners of his mouth. The eyes seemed to be a high emperor, looking down at a humble ant.

"Ning Dong, don't hurt him." There was an exclamation in the inner courtyard, and then more than a dozen sounded breaking the air, and a crossbow arrows with long arms shot out of the courtyard.

Someone released the Tiangong crossbow and wanted to force Ningdong to suspend the killing.

"Zhao Xiaotian, do you dare to attack me?" Ning Dong's momentum has condensed and it is impossible to take it back, but the power of those crossbows is also very good, and even if he urges the secret skills, he will take care of the other. In anger, he waved his hand and shook off the crossbows, and then the remaining power still slapped Mu Zifeng.

Mu Zifeng couldn't move, so he could only watch the magic hand hit his shoulder. An indescribable destructive force rushed into his body, and his internal organs seemed to be upside down, and even his qi and blood began to flow back.

Fighting and destroying the qi is so powerful! Mu Zifeng opened his mouth and spit out a blood arrow, and his whole body retreated more than ten steps in a row.

"Well, an unknown ant dares to challenge the glory of my young master." Ning Dong slapped it out, and the destructive power that suddenly broke out in his body seemed to be vented, and the bloody veins on his body slowly disappeared.

"What a great prestige, Ning Dong, you didn't listen to the ancestor's advice and privately urged the seed of congenital anger. I want to complain to the ancestor." The handsome woman came out with a frosty face and her eyes were full of anger.

"Sweetie, don't forget my identity now. This is the last time. If you teach me a lesson in this tone next time, don't blame me for being rude to you." After saying this, Ning Dong actually shook his body, his face immediately became extremely pale, and sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Master Ning." The attendants around immediately surrounded Ningdong.

"I need to rest. Let's go."

Soon Ningdong's lineage went away, and Fu Tianlian hurried forward, "Miss, he actually..."

"Not long after he got a seed of naiveness, he was arrogant and arrogant. Naturally, he was angry that he couldn't attack just now. In fact, he had to deal with an ordinary person. There were many martial artists under his explosive power. He could choose any one to solve the other party. It's a great deal of face, so I have to urge the secret technique to use the trick of killing.

"The ancestor wants to cultivate him well, but it's not so easy for him to replace my Zhao family. Humph, with his mind, if he can't calm down and practice, even if there are congenital qi seeds, it is impossible to break through the last shackles of external skills. How can martial arts practice so easily? For more than 100 years, my Zhao family has spent countless genius treasures to cultivate an ancestor who practiced his spirit, and the talent of the ancestor is more than ten times stronger than that of Ningdong. We don't have to pay attention to the complacent villain. Go to see the prince and take him back to recover from his wounds.

"Yes."

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In a dark room, there is a faint fragrance in the air. Mu Zifeng tied a bandage to his right shoulder and moved gently, and there was a heartbreaking pain.

"The shoulder bone is completely broken, and the injury is more serious than last time." Mu Zifeng closed his eyes and lay quietly **. He was silently stimulating the qi and blood in his body, trying to open up the meridians of his right arm, so that he could recover from his injury as soon as possible with the help of the health power of Taijiquan.

Unfortunately, the drizzle-like qi and blood in the body is too rare to have much effect on the injury.

"Indestructible qi and blood breed great power."

Suddenly, Hong Zhong Dalu's voice echoed in his mind for a long time. Since he taught martial arts, the crystal sphere had never moved again. The immortal figure waved his hand gently, and immediately a turbulent force rushed out and operated in Mu Zifeng's body.

It is a golden blood, exuding a noble atmosphere. Wherever the golden qi and blood went, the meridians were smooth, and the injury to the shoulder recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Three hours later, Mu Zifeng opened his eyes and bloomed.

The injury on the shoulder has recovered eight or nine layers, which is the magical effect of golden qi and blood. The energy contained in the golden qi and blood is too powerful to show any loss. After circulating in the body a hundred times, it condenses into a thumb-sized golden bead and hidden into the heart. At the same time, the sphere in my mind also disappeared, as if it did not exist in heaven and earth at all.

He got up and sat up, untied the straps on his shoulders, and tied the door of the house after getting out of bed. Then he stood in the middle of the house and set up the pile.

The earth represents vast, heavy, bearing, inclusive, and infinite strength. And the form and meaning pile work of immortal magic is to take its artistic conception, and the power is born from the root.

"It is said in immortal magic that if the qi and blood of the spring acupoint on the soles of the feet are not connected, the ground will not be strong, and the pile work will be difficult to achieve. On the contrary, power is born from the roots and can break all evils.

Mu Zifeng felt that the qi and blood in his body seemed to be much stronger. His feet pricked the ground and urged the qi and blood to condense to the soles of his feet. This time, with the help of the residual power of golden qi and blood, he would open up the Yongquan point in one fell swoop.

Impact, impact again, I don't know how many times I have tried, just when the qi and blood began to weaken, a surging force suddenly surged from the soles of the feet.

"It's done." Mu Zifeng was overjoyed. The new force walked in the meridians, constantly expanding the narrow passage, and then integrated into the internal organs, into the flesh and blood, constantly strengthening the muscles.

Standing there, Mu Zifeng's whole body suddenly trembled slightly, and the upper body muscles and skin of ** seemed to be water lines, squirming slowly. As time went by, the ripples became closer and closer, and there seemed to be a ringing sound in my ears.

"The muscles and skin are moving like waves, and dripping water leaves no marks."

The sweat on Mu Zifeng's face bounced up one after another, and the sweat on his body was also round and bounced to the ground, like big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate.

The first layer of external power finally broke through.

Suddenly, a comfortable feeling went straight to my mind, the strength of the body was constantly improving, and the blood flowed faster in the body.

The first small level of martial arts cultivation, general strength will not increase too obvious. But Mu Zifeng is different. The spring hole on the sole of his foot has been opened, and the shape pile has been completed. The force is born from the root, through the limbs, and he has a hundred pounds of power with one hand.

At this moment, the situation of force has finally broken through. The two complement each other, and the strength is multiplying.