Chapter 392 Highlights

Fang Zhixing sneered, "What are you talking about? I won't delay you from practicing hard here, Master Gou."

What the hell is hard work!

Oh my god, every day I’m either getting beaten or on my way to getting beaten.

The little dog didn't want to stay here anymore.

Besides, he was not blind and saw Fang Zhixing’s system panel at a glance.

Wow! Fang Zhixing is at the juncture of upgrading! He came to find Xigou, obviously intending to take Xigou with him.

It's a great kindness!

How could a small dog not appreciate a favor? As long as it is upgraded, all its lost lives will be returned.

Oh, and more importantly, his bloodline should be able to be upgraded to level seven! What a rubbish beast king pill, how can it be compared to Fang Zhixing incense!

Then, the thin dog wagged its tail vigorously, stuck out its tongue, and said with a flattering smile, "Don't, I haven't seen you for a few months. I miss you so much. Do you miss me?"

Fang Zhixing said speechlessly: "Don't be so cheesy to me. No matter how awesome your master is, I can't even reach him anyway."

Xigou Lian said: "Who are we to each other? Is it not enough that I am trying to marry you?"

A man and a dog walked out of the beast fighting restricted area.

Ride on the colorful auspicious cloud and return directly to the Eye of Poseidon Building.

Next, Fang Zhixing did not go to his presidential suite, but entered the elevator and went straight down to the second floor below ground.

"Where are you going?"

The thin dog looked around curiously.

Fang Zhixing said calmly: "Martial Saint of the World!"

"What?"

Xigou was shocked and said with wide eyes: "That's it, the fourth world?"

He was shocked!

It had only been three months since he and Fang Zhixing were separated, yet Fang Zhixing had actually found a way to go to the upper world.

How much have I missed?

Xigou felt a little regretful and felt like those rich second-generations.

We are not afraid of the second generation of rich people being obsessed with material things, but we are afraid of them being too ambitious.

The harder some rich second-generations work, the more they fail!

He is just like this. He is obviously very motivated, but the harder he works, the more useless he becomes.

It was the same in his previous life. He also wanted to study hard and make progress every day to start a career, but in the end, he was worse off than relying on women.

A man and a dog came to the wall and looked at the crack in the wall.

"Follow me..."

Fang Zhixing gave a warning, stretched out his hands and pried open the crack.

The thin dog understood what he meant and hurriedly bit the corner of Fang Zhixing's clothes.

He followed Fang Zhixing and squeezed forward. He felt dazed at first, and suddenly felt the pressure around his body surge.

The thin dog seemed to have fallen into water. He subconsciously held his breath and quickly glanced ahead.

What the dog saw was an alley, foggy, cold and damp.

It seems that there is no danger.

The thin dog let go of his breath, and as soon as he inhaled, he felt an unbearable, burning pain in his mouth and throat.

"It's so rough and uncomfortable!" Xigou was startled and turned his head to look at Fang Zhixing.

However, Fang Zhixing seemed to be fine, and looked thoughtful.

The alley in front of him was exactly where Fang Zhixing had been last time.

Nothing has changed much.

The town was still dilapidated and desolate, extremely silent, with no living creature around.

But this time…

Fang Zhixing took several deep breaths in succession, but did not feel any discomfort.

"Could it be that I have adapted to the environment of the Martial Saint World?"

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but feel refreshed.

After he left last time, he first bathed in the blood of a master of the Earthly Fiend Realm, and then refined a drop of life metal...

Eh, could it be because of the living metal? Come to think of it, the living metal is an incredible existence, and its secret remains a mystery to this day.

Fang Zhixing refined the life metal, and his physical fitness improved indescribably, allowing him to walk freely in the world of Martial Saint.

The carp leaps over the dragon gate, just right!

“This is really unexpected!”

Fang Zhixing never expected things to turn out like this, even he himself found it a little hard to believe.

"I have adapted to the environment here, so..."

Fang Zhixing suddenly shuddered, and immediately released his spiritual perception.

Suddenly, his spiritual power surged out like a tide, no longer suppressed or hindered by anything, and swept across thousands of miles easily.

Everything is reflected in my heart, every detail is clear!

Then, Fang Zhixing noticed something. There were flashes in the air. They were not dust, but tiny particles.

There is no such thing in the air of the Machine God World.

Fang Zhixing didn’t know what these glowing particles were. They floated in the air aimlessly, filling the entire world.

The next second, Fang Zhixing began to concentrate, manipulating the particles around him and gathering them in his hands.

As the particles gathered more and more, they gradually condensed into a silver-white mist visible to the naked eye.

"Hey, isn't this it?!"

Fang Zhixing's face changed drastically and he was extremely surprised.

During Fang Zhixing's process of refining the life metal, the life metal first turned into gas and then into silver-white mist.

And in the air of Wusheng Tianxia, ​​there are particles floating, which are actually life metal in a gasified state! In other words, the people in this world have been living in an environment filled with life metal particles.

"Fang Zhixing, I feel so uncomfortable, how about you?" Xigou couldn't help but ask in a voice transmission.

Fang Zhixing responded: "I'm fine."

The dog was surprised and asked, "What's going on? Is the environment of the Martial Saint World unfriendly to strange beasts?"

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment and gave a brief explanation.

"Oh my god, it's because of the life metal particles..."

Xigou was amazed and finally understood that Fang Zhixing and the life metal had merged into one, but he had not.

The gap was immediately apparent.

Only then will you know that walking is like a fish in water, while a small dog is like a drowned dog.

"Let's go. I want to meet that old man Wu Zong again."

Fang Zhixing grabbed the thin dog by the scruff of the neck, lifted it up, and in a flash, he teleported to the small temple outside the town.

The dog took a closer look and saw a gray-haired, hunchbacked old man sitting under the eaves of the small temple, taking a nap with a pile of chopped firewood in front of him.

Knock knock~ Fang Zhixing knocked on the door politely.

The old man in gray suddenly woke up and looked towards the door with a frown.

He blinked, looked at Fang Zhixing for a few times, and asked, "Young man, who are you looking for?"

"???"

Fang Zhixing was stunned for a moment, then he quickly realized that in the eyes of the gray-clothed old man, he was no longer a monster.

The next second, the gray-clothed old man suddenly noticed the thin dog, and his face suddenly changed color, as if he was facing a great enemy, and shouted: "You, what are you holding in your hand?"

"..." The little dog looked confused and puzzled.

Has this old man never seen a dog before? Fang Zhixing mentioned the thin dog and said seriously, "It's a monster I just caught."

The gray-clothed old man said urgently: "Kill it quickly!"

The thin dog couldn't help but growl with his teeth bared.

This roar was not a big deal. The already nervous old man in gray was so scared that he slipped and fell on his butt.

The old man in gray rolled and crawled, grabbed the iron rod leaning against the pillar, lifted it up, and assumed a fighting stance.

Seeing this scene, Fang Zhixing and Xigou exchanged their thoughts.

Then, the thin dog suddenly rolled over, broke free from Fang Zhixing's hand, and quickly ran away.

Fang Zhixing did not chase him, but just waved his hand and said, "Old man, I'm thirsty, can you give me some water?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The gray-clothed old man was in doubt and hesitated. He calmed down, put down the iron rod, and said, "Come in."

Fang Zhixing pushed the door open and walked in, then sat on a wooden bench in the yard.

The old man in gray took out a gourd ladle, scooped water from the water tank, handed it over, and asked again: "What's your name?"

"My surname is Fang and my given name is Zhixing. I'm a commoner, wandering around." Fang Zhixing said vaguely.

The gray-clothed old man's eyes flickered, and he said carefully: "You have the ability to capture that monster alive, so your cultivation must have reached at least the level of a great martial artist."

Fang Zhixing glanced at the iron rod and said with a smile: "Old man, you are also a martial artist, right? Judging from your complexion, are you a martial arts master?"

The grey-clothed old man's expression relaxed, a hint of pride emerged between his brows, and he sat down opposite Fang Zhixing and sighed, "To be honest, my name is Fan Haichao, and I was once an elder of the 'Shenzhen Sect'."

Fang Zhixing put on a surprised expression and stammered, "Could it be, that Shenzhenmen?"

The grey-robed old man nodded and sighed, "Yes, it was the Shenzhen Sect that was tragically wiped out. In the blink of an eye, more than 50 years have passed, eh!"

Fang Zhixing suddenly realized and praised: "It is difficult for you to survive. You must have great luck."

The grey-clothed old man waved his hands and said with a sad smile, "What great luck? On the day when Shenzhen Sect was destroyed, I happened to be out on business, so I escaped the disaster."

Fang Zhixing added: "There are many legends in the martial arts world about how the Shenzhen Sect was destroyed. I wonder what the truth is?"

The old man in gray couldn't help but look sad, and recalled: "Well, to be honest, all this is actually my fault.

That year, I was traveling and passed by a village when I met a young man. I discovered that he had extraordinary talent and was a genius in martial arts, so I brought him back to the sect and cultivated him carefully.

The young man quickly distinguished himself, and everyone in the sect doted on him and spoiled him.

Over time, he gradually became arrogant, domineering, and annoying.

Later, another talented disciple appeared. His amazing talent took away all his glory, causing him to have a distorted mentality and behave more and more extreme, refusing to change despite repeated admonitions.

We in the Shenzhen Sect practice the "Shenzhen Stick Method" and communicate with the 'Shenzhen Tianzun who dredges demons' spiritually. We subdue demons and defend the Way with uprightness and integrity.

After the boy's mind became twisted, he secretly practiced evil skills and communicated with an ancient evil god through his mind. As a result, he gave birth to the world-destroying evil creature 'Mortal Python', which destroyed the entire Shenzhen Sect. "

When talking about these sad past events, the old man sighed and shed tears.

"Please accept my condolences, senior."

Fang Zhixing consoled him with a few words, and continued to guide the conversation, saying slowly, "Our spiritual practice of communicating with the living beings in the universe is inherently dangerous and unpredictable. There were several times when I almost went astray."

The gray-robed old man raised his head and asked curiously, "I haven't asked you who your master is from?"

Fang Zhixing said: "I have no sect or school. I just found a technique and have been practicing it on my own ever since."

"really?!"

The gray-clothed old man was greatly surprised and shocked. He smacked his lips and said, "You can cultivate to the level of a great martial artist at such a young age by practicing alone. Are you a peerless genius?"

He suddenly reached out and held Fang Zhixing's wrist.

Immediately, a warm current penetrated into Fang Zhixing's body, circulated around, and then returned to the body of the gray-clothed old man.

"Superior bones!"

The old man in gray was deeply moved. He gave a thumbs up and said, "You are truly a martial arts genius!"

Fang Zhixing's face was suddenly filled with sorrow, and he spread his hands and said, "What's the use of having a good physique? I don't have any top-notch martial arts..."

The grey-robed old man was startled at first, then laughed and said, "You lack martial arts skills, why didn't you say so earlier!"

He stood up and walked into the house, and soon returned with a tattered scroll in his hand.

"Here you go." He smiled happily.

Fang Zhixing took it in his hand, spread it out, and read it attentively.

What was recorded on the scroll was the "Shenzhen Stick Technique".

Most of the texts are similar, Fang Zhixing can recognize them, but he can't quite understand them when he reads them.

But there are also many fonts that are very unfamiliar and have never been seen before.

Fang Zhixing was surprised and asked, "Your sect's unique skills are just given to me for free?"

The grey-robed old man smiled and said, "My Shenzhen Sect has already perished. What's the point of keeping the technique? If you can make this magical technique famous again, I would like to thank you."

Fang Zhixing straightened his expression and said solemnly: "I am willing to take you as my master, please teach me the skills."

The grey-robed old man waved his hand and said, "There's no need to become my disciple. I don't have many years left to live, and you don't have to shoulder anything for me. But I will definitely teach you well and give you everything I know."

Fang Zhixing was overjoyed and immediately asked for advice, word by word.

The old man in gray explained everything he knew in detail and patiently.

Soon, Fang Zhixing understood the content of the introductory exercises.

The martial arts practice method of Wusheng Tianxia is to breathe in the "essence of heaven and earth" to strengthen oneself.

The so-called essence of heaven and earth are precisely the life metal particles floating between heaven and earth.

Moreover, only those with good roots can sense the existence of the essence of heaven and earth.

As for who has good physique, it is completely innate and is determined from the moment of birth.

In other words, most people in the world of martial arts do not have the aptitude to practice martial arts.

Martial arts are firmly in the hands of a few people.

This leads to these lucky people with good roots, after gaining powerful strength, becoming kings and looking down on all living beings like ants.

Wuzong!

King Wu!

Martial Saint!

Oppress the people and do whatever they want!

That’s not all.

After getting started with martial arts, practitioners also need to communicate spiritually with the living beings in the universe, which has a similar effect to visualizing totems.

The various sects and wealthy families, the virtual beings with which they communicate spiritually are often fixed and unique.

This is a bit like religious belief, where one only believes in one god.

But there are always some warriors with fragile spirits or weak wills. When they are communicating spiritually, they either get distracted or be bewitched, and finally get connected with some evil Taixu creature.

Once the two of them make spiritual reconciliation, it will be like thunder and lightning striking together, and it will be out of control.

Afterwards, evil creatures will be conceived and born into this world, causing trouble for the world.

It is not difficult to imagine that the warriors in the world of Martial Saint are simply disaster-making machines. From time to time, they create an evil creature, causing chaos in the world and making the people suffer.

"The Sea God is right. The reason why the Martial Saint World has become like this is all their own doing."

Fang Zhixing was extremely speechless.

In this world of martial saints, man-made disasters outweigh natural disasters...

(End of this chapter)