The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Seeing Xia Tuo's aggressive posture, the tomb must have a wry smile. If he can't tell the truth, I am afraid it is really dangerous.

Fulongquan is really called Nine-fold Fulongquan. This set of boxing techniques has nine levels, one level and one level.

He deceived it in a small tribe on the edge of Wanshuize. He had no fixed place and deceived wherever he went. It's just that when he got this set of boxing techniques, it was only the first four.

Over the years, relying on the dismantled Fulong Fist to cooperate with other martial arts, he constantly forged all kinds of secret techniques and deceived many people. Some warriors even went farther and farther on the sloping road as if they had obtained the treasure.

I didn't expect to be planted here this time.

Saying this, Tomb Jue got up and untied his beast robe. In Xia Tuo's surprised eyes, there was a heavy beast robe inside the open robe.

Double robe.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the inner lining of this beast robe is covered with various patches, like rags.

Some of the rags were covered with witch patterns, some were martial arts classics, and there were various fragments.

For Tomb Jue, these are his treasures, and it is with these things that he can constantly make old things and use them to deceive others.

He took out a piece of cyan leather from these hanging rags, and handed it to Xia Tuo with reluctance in his eyes.

This animal skin, compared with the dragon skin, stands up and down. The dragon skin looks good at first, but compared with this animal skin, it looks a lot rougher, and the old charm of the dragon skin is all of a sudden. The flaws were exposed.

Xia Tuo took the animal skin and looked up and down in his hand. This piece of skin was indigo-blue, and the lines on it were like ripples of water, not to mention delicate and smooth, but also exuding a touch of animal power.

It's just that the animal skin was not complete, and a large part of it was torn off from the back. Then he grabbed the animal skin with both hands and pulled it hard with both arms, but apart from the tension, there was no sign of tearing at all.

You know, since he swallowed the six thousand years of spiritual power accumulated in the Eternal Spirit Spring, his physical power alone has skyrocketed to 300,000.

This is also the reason why the old man tomb is like a younger brother in front of him.

"This is dragon skin."

Looking at Xia Tuo's movements, Tomb Jue said with a faint expression, not forgetting to add another sentence.

"Really Jiaolong."

At this moment, Xia Tuo picked up the general outline of the boxing technique and looked at it. There were no fist shadows depicted on it, only a cyan dragon mark, and one dragon mark corresponds to one punching technique. There were four dragons in total.

"In the beginning, when I got this boxing technique, it was broken."

Thinking that Xia Tuo thought he was hiding in private, the tomb said hurriedly.

In fact, Xia Tuo looked at the tomb with emotion and said that fraud was not a casual success.

The old man Mu Jue must have a deep understanding of this boxing technique, otherwise it is impossible to portray the mark of the boxing technique. The most important thing is that the boxing technique depicted contains a trace of rhythm.

Now that such talents have met, they naturally can't let them go. If they want to make fakes, they must be knowledgeable and involved in all kinds of studies. For so many years in the wild land, I don't know how many things have been broken and lost.

For five or six years, Fat Brother didn't know how many broken objects he had brought back to the tribe. Some of them didn't even know what they were. They were all piled up in the Palace of Inheritance.

It seems that the old man and the fat brother are very good, and the fat brother is responsible for picking up the tatters. Since the old man can make fakes, then repairing some things is okay?

no problem!

It was such a happy decision.

"In this case, even if you still owe me a thousand spirit crystals."

"what?"

The tomb was absolutely stunned. There was an urge to jump and scold his mother. He didn't get the Lingjing, not to mention that he even lost the ancient boxing skills he got.

"Why, do you have an opinion?"

Xia Tuo shook his fist.

"No~~~" The tomb will naturally not suffer from the immediate loss, and the expression on his face changed, and said: "Or else, you can leave the old man, the old man can earn the spirit crystals, and return these thousand spirit crystals as soon as possible. ."

"Do not worry,

Soon, Xia Tuo's mind was immersed in the boxing technique in his hand.

...

In the outer hall, the fat brother received seven martial artists in a row, and gained a lot. There are ways to get through the bottleneck, from witch medicine prescriptions to secret methods to boxing and swordsmanship.

In the end, three people successfully traded. As for the traded items, they were the small animal bones, daggers, and spirit crystals he brought from the Black Dragon City market not long ago.

As for the blood-colored amber crystal with runes in the depths of Jianzhu's hand, he did not take it out.

I have to say again, the value of one hundred Lingjinghua, the black dragon pavilion provides a rich medicinal meal at night, as well as a female accompaniment, but is accompanied by Jian Liao, um, Xia Tuo's mind is focused on boxing, naturally he did not pay attention .

Under the night, Xia Tuo sat in the back hall of the Eighth Hall, the body surface under the robe was glowing with a faint blue light, and the totem deity on his chest seemed to be alive. The totem deity appeared in the pupils of his eyes and began to visualize the spread of his hands. Skin rolls.

At this moment, in his eyes, there was only one of the four dragons on the dragon's skin.

This dragon is bloated with bulging dragon horns on its head, but it does not look like antlers. It has four legs under its abdomen and has not fully evolved into dragon claws. The whole body is covered with thick cyan scale armor, which looks more like dragons than dragons.

Following Xia Tuo's visualization, the whole flood dragon seemed to come alive, the scales exuded a scorching blue light, and strands of primitive aura permeated out.

expensive!

Long Yin blasted in his ears, and the Flood Dragon got up, carrying thousands of wind and waves. The Flood Dragon was not a real dragon. The true dragon threw the clouds through the fog, controlled the storm, thunder and lightning, and was infinitely stalwart.

However, according to the constant diligence of its own strength, the dragon gradually evolves toward the true dragon during the transformation. The original dragon lives in the water and controls the power of the water.

At this moment, Xia Tuo felt that he was caught in a muddy tide, the dragon moved and the water fluctuated.

Following that, he shook the totem deity, with restrained consciousness, and appeared in the consciousness space. The totem deity was wearing a blue armor, wrapped in a majestic aura, fists out of the clouds, like a dragon and the waves, and the waves were surging into the sky.

The familiar Tao Yun appeared again.

The totem deity squeezed the fist mark and struck it, turning into a dragon chant on his fist, turning into a fist mark, engulfing the wind and waves, and piercing the vast void in an instant, and the dragon chants mighty.

"True dragon aura."

On the stone bed, Xia Tuo's eyes opened and closed, and excitement flashed in his eyes. He finally understood the artistic conception contained in the previous fist marks.

The dragon imprints on the fist, and the dragon controls the wind, rain, thunder and lightning. This is the aura of the real dragon. He derives the dragon fist imprint, which is naturally attributed to this.

Nine-fold Fulong Fist, based on the dragon, naturally follows this path. It is no wonder that he has that familiar feeling. The dragon lives in the water, and the power of palm water coincides with the rain in the wind, rain and thunder, rain and water, regardless of the family. each other.

This night, Xia Tuo was constantly immersed in the realm of visualizing Fulongquan. When the sky came to light the next day, he had fully understood the first form of Nine-fold Fulongquan, and the difference was only actual combat.

In the next two days, he took out the spirit crystal and some things, and directly handed over the outside affairs to Fat Brother and Jian Lian, and he hid in the back hall to learn Fulongquan.

By the time he left the Black Dragon Pavilion, he had already integrated the first three styles of boxing.

The first three styles of boxing have only one artistic conception, that is, the artistic conception of water. The dragon makes waves in the water, highlighting the power of water, soft with rigidity, and the meaning of endless waves after waves.

Since there are still two days to go to Huashe Bobu's ship, the three of them temporarily found a stone workshop in the city to rest while Xia Tuo continued to comprehend the boxing technique.

On the night of the fourth day, he once again inspired the totem deity to visualize the boxing technique, and looked towards the fourth dragon mark on the animal skin scroll.

Compared with the swelling of the first three dragons, the fourth dragon has a slender figure, and the dragon feet under the abdomen also have three dragon claws, but like toes, the dragon horns on the top of the head also have branches. Initially has the stalwart of Jiaolong.

expensive!

The dragon roars like thunder and shook the consciousness space. This time the fist marks pinched by the totem god phantom caused ripples in the void, like the endless waves in the sea, one after another, the whole consciousness space seems to be Filled with blue light waves.

call!

In an instant, he woke up from the silence, and the whole person was even more agitated. The artistic conception contained in the fourth form of Fulongquan was too vigorous, and he couldn't control it at all right now, and even his visualization seemed a little unsupportable.

In this set of boxing, the first three styles have no names, and the fourth style is called sea covering.

Since the will was not enough to visualize the fourth type of Fulongquan, Xia Tuo was not trying to force it, and put away the skin of the branded Fulongquan, thinking in his eyes.

Fulongquan has obviously surpassed the common tactics and techniques of the wild land. It belongs to the Yijing Quan. The ordinary boxing focuses on the moves and strength, and the Yijing Quan focuses on the Yijing.

The artistic conception is the law, which is in harmony with the heaven and the earth. This comparison is one heaven and one underground.

Whether it is boxing or other combat techniques, once the method is hidden, an artistic conception will emerge that can mobilize the power of the world, and the power that erupts is not the same.

Speaking of which, over the years, one of his skills was a punch and the second was a sword.

Earlier, he visualized a set of prototypes of swordsmanship from the mark of the tribal totem, but later because of the delay in the battle of the demon-covering, the swordsmanship was only in form but not powerful. It is not a matter of a day or two to perfect it, but a need Long years of accumulation.

call.

I have to say that this time when I went out, I was pleasantly surprised. This Fulongquan suddenly solved his many years of doubts and found the way to practice boxing.

In fact, it is not too early for him to understand the artistic conception. Some people from big tribes have a complete cultivation system, and those with strong talents begin to contact the artistic conception not long after entering the Heavenly Vessels.

But if you really want to integrate it, you need to go to the Divine Hidden Realm. Only those with vigorous fighting spirit in the body and strong physique are eligible to contact the artistic realm, except for the evil spirits.

There are two types of people, one is evil, the other is human.

Take the old man from Tomb Jue, for example, he must have comprehended the artistic conception, but his fist was too hard, one punch broke the ten thousand magic, the surging power directly beat the old man. (=Easy to read novels)