"It must be like this. If Young Master Gao Jin wants to kill this trash, it is not a matter of being able to get it right. He must be concerned about the Fang family behind this kid. If I kill this kid now, I will definitely be appreciated by Young Master Gao Jin." After a brief shock, Lin Ping wanted to understand the key points, pulled out the long sword from his waist and stabbed Fang Yan.

Fang Yan, the only son of the Fang family in Yanzhou City, is a waste and a joke in the eyes of outsiders. He only practices the third level of Qi at the age of fifteen. People of his age are all practicing the fourth level of Qi or even the fifth level of Qi. This shows that his qualifications are the worst among the younger generations of the three major families.

Lin Ping had the confidence to kill Fang Yan. At this moment, he had already thought of Fang Yan's blood splashing for five steps, and he was considering how to invite Gao Jin to reward him.

"boom!"

Fang Yan's fist is like the wind, with a collapsed mountain force. The collapsed mountain fist is blasting out, and a shadow of the fist roars out and hits Lin Ping. Lin Ping suffered a considerable loss because of his carelessness.

"You've actually hurt me, I want you to die." Lin Ping was repelled by Bengshan Boxing, his face was ferocious, and he roared at Fang Yan with a resentful look on his face.

"It's you who dies." Fang Yan sneered. Today, you either die or I die. As the moves were opened, the strong force and strong wind whistled. Lin Ping was distracted and attacked continuously. In the end, even Fang Yan couldn't get in.

"How is this possible? Is this still the waste from the Fang family?" Lin Ping was shocked. Under Fang Yan's attack like a storm, he retreated one after another, his qi and blood surged, and his internal organs were injured by the opponent's fist force.

The attack like flowing clouds and water unfolded, and Lin Ping had no power to fight back at all. This waste was gentle, but why did he become so smart all of a sudden, as if he had changed someone else.

Suddenly, Fang Yan was about to make a break from Lin Ping, pulled out the sword behind him and waved it down with one sword. Then, under Lin Ping's unsolved and horrified gaze, a dazzling blood light was brought up. Didn't this waste keep using fists? Why did he suddenly use a sword?

"puff!"

A sword pierced through Lin Ping's neck. Lin Ping fell to the ground, but he just wriggled symbolically for a few times, and then he quietly.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining four points of mechanics!" A cold voice sounded in Fang Yan's mind. Fang Yan breathed a little, and a little cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Although he killed Zhang Tao before, it was a sneak attack and there was no real confrontation, and Lin Ping was confronting him head-on. If there was a little ineffectiveness, then he would be the one lying on the ground.

Fang Yan wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at the gradually brightening sky, and fell into deep thought: "If these two people don't go back for a long time, those people must be a little suspicious. With my current strength, it would not be a problem to face one or two cultivators with the fourth level of Qi training, but it is hard to say when encountering people above the fifth level of Qi training. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, so it is better to leave early!"

Fang Yan groped on the two corpses, took out two cloth bags, and then turned around and left.

The ups and downs of Lin Hai could not see the end at first sight. Fang Yan just pondered for a moment and walked towards the forest with great strides. Fang Yan had always avoided some of the powerful monsters in the forest, because there were some powerful monsters in the depths of the forest. He had no strength and had no way to die in it. Now he couldn't take care of so many.

In the vast forest, there are all kinds of monsters. Every once in a while, roars roars, causing a sharp sound of breaking the wind, making people stand in a chill.

After passing through the bushes, Fang Yan stopped in vain and shot out the mountain fist. He heard a loud "boom!" sound, leaves flew everywhere, and the grass in front of him exploded with a blood mist.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1 power point value!" The cold prompt sound of the system sounded in Fang Yan's mind.

"Level 1 Sword and Fang Fang Pig!" Fang Yan pulled open the grass and saw that it was a level 1 monster. He murmured softly, scanned nearby for a while, without any accompanying spirit grass, turned his head and walked towards the depths of the forest.

Along the way, Fang Yan often killed a sabre-toothed pig during the day, using the blood of the fanged pig to attract more monsters. He even refused everyone to the monsters and killed them into successful points.

Doing this also has considerable risks. In the depths of this forest, some powerful monsters will often attract, and if you are not careful, you will capsize in the gutter.

At night, Fang Yan jumped up to the tree stud and closed his eyes to practice.

A warm force appeared in the dantian. As the Pure Yang Gong was running, this force gradually merged into the flesh and blood. Fang Yan knew that this gentle force was transformed by the mechanic point value. Compared with the flesh and blood of monsters eaten by ordinary monks, the pills they swallowed were much purer and more convenient, so the speed of cultivation was naturally much faster.

Once the Pure Yang Gong Mind Method is used, the points of the exercise will turn into warm power and pour into the body, blending into the flesh and blood, and Fang Yan can always detect his own changes.

The cultivation speed is far beyond ordinary people, and it is a thousand miles a day. But what makes Fang Yan extremely distressed is that the consumption of this mechanic point value is extremely fast. The mechanic point value earned by hunting monsters that day is only enough for him to practice that day.

In the following days, Fang Yan lived such a life, hunting monsters during the day to make the merit point value, and jumping to the branches to practice at night.

In a blink of an eye, half a month passed quietly. After the contact between this half month, Fang Yan realized the arrogance of this system.

Scattered sunlight sprinkled down from the gaps of the leaves, and spots of light fell on Fang Yan's face, and Fang Yan's breath was extremely thick.

Bang! A dull sound suddenly echoed in Fang Yan's body, and the surging energy spread out in his physical strength. Fang Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and a surprise flashed in his eyes: "The fourth level of Qi training! Now I am also a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training."

Fang Yan stood up and jumped down from the thick branches. Fang Yan felt that he was as light as a swallow, and his body contained a strong and surging energy. He punched it out and brought out a strong wind. With a bang, a big tree about a foot thick across the opposite side was directly broken.

The body was like a breeze, slowly falling from the treetops. The mountain-collapse fist was immediately used, and the fist trembled and the energy was everywhere, which was like cutting the mountain and cutting the mountain!

"Ding! The proficiency of the top human martial arts Bengshanquan +1!"

The cold system sounded in my mind, and Fang Yan was immersed in the practice of Bengshanquan.

The seven styles of the Bengshan Fist, one after another, the power surges in a geometrical manner.

It was not until half a day later that Fang Yan stopped, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, and murmured to himself: "Is this the energy in the middle stage of Qi training? It's really powerful! It's more than ten times stronger than before, and the power of this Bengshan Fist has also increased by dozens of times."
Chapter completed!