Full level ruthless person

I saw that on the fist of the young man in white, diamond-like light spewed out and changed constantly, condensing into a white dragon in the blink of an eye, shining with silver light.

"Roar!"

The white dragon ascends to the sky, and the dragon's roar shakes the sky!

The Shenglong Fist rushed straight towards Fang Zhixing, and the great power of the fist seemed to carry the power of destroying the heaven and the earth.

"White Dragon! You are royalty!"

Fang Zhixing's eyes flashed, and he immediately saw the details of the young man in white. He was obviously of royal blood.

Moreover, every move of the young man in white is very fierce, even worse than King Chi'an.

Take "Shenglong Fist" as an example. Its boxing techniques are so exquisite and its power is so terrifying that "Python Emperor Fist" is not even worthy of carrying its shoes.

"This person must be a direct descendant of the royal family!"

Fang Zhixing's mind moved, his mouth slightly grinned, and his fighting spirit boiled.

Immediately, he revealed the appearance of a mighty heavenly dragon.

"Hmph! You are a small skill, but you dare to do the same thing. Look at my mighty Tianlong!"

Fang Zhixing was happy and unafraid, his whole body glowed with golden light, his body swayed, and he dived down.

The brilliant power is unparalleled!

Eat my slap!

boom!

The silver white dragon trembled all over, as if it had hit an iron plate, completely unable to shake the mighty Tianlong Dharma.

The Shenglong Fist was immediately shattered!

Suppressed on the spot!

The young man in white groaned and saw with his own eyes that the right fist he punched suddenly exploded away.

Blood flowed from the broken wrist!

"Are you so stubborn?"

The young man in white had a look of disbelief on his face. His body was slapped and he fell into the sea like a kite with a broken string.

Plop~

The sea exploded!

The young man in white fell into the seabed and fell to a depth of more than 100 meters before he stopped.

"Wow!"

He coughed up a large mouthful of blood, which quickly stained the sea water red, and his face turned pale for a while.

"So strong!"

The young man in white had a stern expression as he swam upstream and soon broke out of the water.

He shook his bloody right wrist.

The destroyed right hand grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye, and returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

Fang Zhixing stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, as if a god or Buddha had descended, and said condescendingly: "Do you still want to fight?"

Just as the young man in white was about to take action, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the blood that had just flowed out from the corner of his eye, and all of it flew towards Fang Zhixing silently.

"Bloodthirsty?" His eyes narrowed slightly, and an unknown premonition emerged in his heart. He couldn't help but clasped his hands and sighed: "It's awesome, it's hard to beat you!"

Fang Zhixing knew that the opponent still had a trump card, so he praised without hesitation: "You are also very powerful. You can defeat all kinds of tricks with one punch. I have never seen anyone who can cultivate boxing skills to such a pure state."

The young man in white chuckled and replied, "That's it for today. I'll fight you again tomorrow."

Fang Zhixing raised the corners of his mouth slightly, nodded and said, "It's up to you."

The young man in white raised his hand, turned around, flew back to the giant ship, and entered the cabin in a flash.

Fang Zhixing looked thoughtful for a while, and when the giant ship approached, he floated down and entered the second level.

Almost at the same time, a series of divine soul sensations quickly withdrew from his body.

The battle just now attracted the attention of countless experts.

Fang Zhixing didn't care and walked straight to the room.

When he walked to the door, he happened to bump into Old Master Mo Shoubi.

"Hello, Master."

Only then did he know how to bow casually.

He paid high respect to this legendary Confucian leader who spanned two dynasties.

Mo Shouju stroked his beard and said with a warm smile: "Fellow Daoist Fang, how come you got into a fight with a royal master so early in the morning?"

Fang Zhixing responded: "It's just a casual discussion. I didn't know that the other party was a royal master at first."

Mo Shouju continued: "The identity of that person is not simple. The boxing technique he performed should be "Breaking Dragon Bixi". He uses force to break the moves, which is very ferocious."

What a great way to break off a move with strength!

The young man in white did smash the Tai Chi pattern with one punch.

Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise: "Are the magical skills practiced by the royal bloodline different from each other?"

King Chu Guan, King Hailiu, King Chi’an!

Every royal master Fang Zhixing met performed very different martial arts.

It doesn’t look like a system at all!

Mo Shoju smiled and explained: "The imperial power is supreme, and the most important thing is the three, six, and nine levels.

Low-level royal bloodline can only practice low-level magical skills.

For example, if you are a first-level vassal king and major in "Python Emperor Fist", his power can only guard one state.

The first-level prince has the right to choose the magical practice that is most suitable for him, and form his own sect to conquer all directions.

There are also the most important direct descendants of the royal family, and the magical skills they practice are the most mysterious "Nine Dragons True Emperor Picture". "

Fang Zhixing let out an ooh and asked curiously: "What's so mysterious about this skill?"

Mo Shouju said carefully: "The dragon gave birth to nine sons, each of whom is different. Rumor has it that the essence of the nine dragons is sealed on the Nine Dragons True Emperor Map, and the laws of the nine dragons are recorded.

The direct descendants of the royal family can awaken their own 'natal dragon' by understanding the Nine Dragons True Emperor Map, thereby obtaining a training system that is most suitable for them, stimulating unlimited potential, and growing without limits.

The person you are fighting against has a natal dragon called the 'Broken Dragon'. He is extremely powerful and will become stronger when encountering a strong opponent. "

Fang Zhixing understood quickly and sighed: "As expected of the royal family, the foundation is really rich. If you take out a little bit, it will be enough to shock the world."

Mo Shouju was silent for a moment and reminded: "Once the direct descendants of the royal family enter the realm of returning to true nature, they will naturally awaken a variety of magical powers, one of which is extremely terrifying, called the 'World-Destroying Dragon's Breath'.

There are many kinds of 'world-destroying dragon breath', and the specific effects vary from person to person, but no matter which kind of dragon breath it is, its power is terrifying and can kill the masters of the same level. "

"Dragon Breath..."

Fang Zhixing's heart trembled slightly, and he suddenly realized.

The young man in white just now gave him a vague sense of crisis.

Dare to love because of this trump card!

"Thank you, Master, for reminding me, I will be careful." Fang Zhixing saluted solemnly.

In a blink of an eye, it’s the next morning.

Fang Zhixing came to the deck for a walk.

"You came!"

The young man in white suddenly appeared, gearing up, and said excitedly: "Let's go, let's have another fight."

"Wait!"

Fang Zhixing put down his hand and said with a smile: "When we compete with each other, there will always be winners and losers. How about adding some luck?"

The young man in white was startled at first, then frowned and said, "What do you want to bet on?"

Fang Zhixing said directly: "If I defeat you, you have to give me ten feet of wall or an Arhat relic."

The young man in white hesitated for a moment and responded: "I don't have a ruler, but I do have an Arhat relic. However, it's a bit too much to ask me to take out the Arhat relic as a lottery just because of a win or loss."

Fang Zhixing asked: "What do you want to bet on?"

The young man in white said excitedly: "I just want to fight with you. I don't want anything in particular."

Only then did he know what was going on, and he muttered: "Then I will fight with you for three days, and you will give me the relic of my Arhat."

The young man in white waved his hand and said, "No, you have to fight with me for at least three months."

Fang Zhixing counter-offered: "Ten days!"

The young man in white said flatly: "It can't be less than two months!"

Fang Zhixing gritted his teeth and replied: "One month!"

The young man in white thought for a while and snorted: "Okay, I will definitely be able to defeat you in a month."

Fang Zhixing felt happy and immediately flew high into the sky.

The young man in white followed closely, clenching his fists, swinging his arms, and punched out without any fancy!

"Huh?!"

Fang Zhixing's eyes opened slightly, and he clearly felt that the power of this punch had been greatly improved compared to yesterday.

Without any hesitation, he manifested the mighty celestial dragon's appearance, condensed his majestic magic power, and was covered in golden light, waving his palms to strike.

Bang!

The sky shook!

A circular air wave burst out, clearing all the clouds.

In an instant, the sea was blue, the sky was cloudless!

Fang Zhixing took back his palm, his face full of surprise.

I saw that the young man in white just backed away a hundred meters away and stabilized his figure.

He raised his head, with a wanton smile on his face, and laughed loudly: "How is it? Isn't it surprising?"

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath and said, "You have become stronger!"

Just one day and one night passed, and the young man in white became so much stronger that he seemed to be cheating.

The young man in white was very proud and said without any secret: "I am the body of a broken dragon, and my natural attribute is to bear weight. The greater the pressure the outside world puts on me, the stronger my potential will be, and the faster I will grow."

Fang Zhixing understood and curled his lips and said, "No wonder you dare to defeat me in just one month."

The young man in white said with a ferocious smile: "If you keep treating me carelessly, I might accidentally kill you!"

After saying that, he rushed over, and diamond light erupted from the end of his fist.

It’s Shenglong Fist again!

"Shenglong Duankong!"

The young man in white let out a dragon roar, and there was a mysterious change in his boxing technique that was beyond words.

Fang Zhixing's expression remained unchanged, and he still used the powerful appearance of the heavenly dragon to stun the opponent!

The dazzling golden palm met the Shenglong Fist!

Boom~

Fang Zhixing was shaken all over and his body was swaying unsteadily.

The young man in white flew backwards again, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his right fist was badly mangled.

"Hahaha……"

The young man in white looked up to the sky and laughed, excitedly saying: "If you move, I will beat you until you move!"

Fang Zhixing's face darkened slightly, and he sighed: "Sure enough, you use force to break the move. Your punch can actually interrupt my spell casting!"

"good!"

The young man in white wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "This is called one force that defeats all means. No matter how powerful your explosive skills are, I will defeat them with one punch!"

Fang Zhixing nodded, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, and he grinned: "The explosive skill that can be interrupted by a punch shows that it is not perfect enough and has shortcomings."

The young man in white said solemnly: "Even if there are no shortcomings in explosive skills, I can still break them with one punch!"

He rushed forward again, no longer holding back at all, and thrust out both fists.

In an instant, dense shadows of fists appeared in the air, pouring in like a torrent.

Only then will we know how to stabilize the Dharma of the mighty heavenly dragon and remain unchanged in response to all changes.

Thousands of holy flowers condense into one body, breaking through force with force!

The special effect of his power is to suppress everything!

The special effect of the young man in white's power is to interrupt spell casting!

The two sides are somewhat at odds with each other and hurt each other.

Bang bang!

Snap~

With a flash of golden light, Fang Zhixing passed through the dense shadows of fists and slapped the young man in white.

"Wow~"

The young man in white vomited blood and fell to the sea on all fours, creating a huge splash.

Fang Zhixing swooped down, clenched his fists, and condensed the torrential golden light.

"stop!"

Suddenly, the young man in white came out of the water and shouted: "No more fighting, that's the end of the day!"

Fang Zhixing gave up when he saw the opportunity, ignored the young man in white, turned around and flew back to the giant wheel.

The young man in white stumbled to his feet, looked at his hands, trembling non-stop, and said with a crazy look on his face: "Come on, I will defeat him soon. The greatest treason in the world will eventually become my stepping stone!"

After a while, Zhixing returned to the room.

As soon as his front legs arrived, the big black Buddha came with her hind legs.

She said, "Do you know who the person you were fighting with was?"

Fang Zhixing responded: "It doesn't matter. That guy is a martial arts fanatic and his boxing skills are very pure. He came to me not because of personal grudges."

Hearing this, the Great Black Buddha Mother choked back her words as she spoke.

Obviously she also knew that the temperament of the young man in white was really strange among the royal family.

In the blink of an eye, it was the next morning.

Fang Zhixing and the young man in white fought again.

Then, the young man in white received another beating.

Day by day passed like this...

Fang Zhixing and the young man in white insisted on fighting every morning.

As a result, the plot was the same every time. The young man in white became stronger than yesterday, but he was still no match for Fang Zhixing. He was either beaten or on the way to being beaten.

"Hurry, I will definitely defeat him!"

The face of the young man in white was filled with endless confidence. He felt that his strength was advancing by leaps and bounds, and he was gradually catching up with Fang Zhixing.

This morning, Fang Zhixing went through a lot of trouble and beat the young man in white again, then turned around and returned to the giant wheel.

His eyes flashed and he saw a person standing on the deck, it was Master Xu Gu.

"Good morning, Master!" Fang Zhixing came down and said hello.

Master Xu Gu calmed down a lot and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Fang, I am a poor monk watching the battle today. I saw you performing the mighty Heavenly Dragon Dharma. The Dharma is profound and unbelievable. It is truly breathtaking."

Fang Zhixing said humbly: "It's a trivial trick that makes the master laugh."

Xu Gu said seriously: "Monks don't lie. According to the poor monk's humble opinion, fellow Taoist Fang should be promoted to the 'First Fruition Arhat' soon."

Fang Zhixing glanced at the system panel.

[Dharma of the mighty heavenly dragon·First fruit Arhat·Full level conditions:

1,……】

The next state of the Dharma of the mighty heavenly dragon is the first-level Arhat.

Fang Zhixing pondered for a while and asked curiously: "The First Fruition Arhat is the fruition status classified by Buddhism. I wonder what realm this rank is equivalent to in Taoism?"

Xu Gu responded: "The poor monk has read some ancient books in the Lantern Buddhist Courtyard and found that there are many theories about the realm of cultivation beyond returning to true nature.

Some people call it the realm of nirvana, while others call it the realm of life and death, which probably means the same thing.

Practitioners in this realm play with life and death in the palm of their hands. "

Fang Zhixing nodded repeatedly. He had heard of the Nirvana realm before.

He couldn't help but ask: "Is there a specific breakdown?"

Xu Gu did not answer, but took out a seed from his arms, which looked like a lotus seed and was golden in color.

He asked: "Fellow Daoist Fang, do you also have this kind of 'parasitic lotus seeds'?"

Fang Zhixing's pupils shrank, he reached into his arms, took out a cloth bag, and opened it.

Before he was promoted to the Hundred Ox Realm, he had obtained a strange lotus seed, which could absorb the breath from his body and obtain nourishment.

But this lotus seed has never been of any use.

Fang Zhixing once asked Tianyin, but unfortunately he didn't get any valuable information.

At this moment, he took out the lotus seeds from his pocket and took a closer look. The lotus seeds showed a colorful black color.

Master Xu Gu's lotus seeds are pure gold, and their aura is consistent with that of the owner.

Master Xu Gu pondered: "This thing also has a name, it's called Tao Seed..."