My Martial Arts Will Become An Evil God!

In the woods on the back of the mountain.

In the mountains and forests where the chirping of insects and birds usually resounded, it became extremely silent at this time.

on a meadow.

Fang Ping had already put on his clothes and stood there quietly.

At this time, compared to before, his height has increased again, and it is estimated that he is almost 1.85 meters.

In terms of figure, relying on loose clothes to cover it, it has not changed much.

A fierce, repressed breath naturally emanated from him.

He just stood there, and he had an extremely pressing sense of oppression.

Although the Astral Qi in his body was completely consumed at this time.

But he felt that even if there was no anger.

Now he can also kill himself a few hours ago with one punch.

Quietly adjusting his breathing, Fang Ping restrained his breath as much as possible.

Otherwise, if he went back like this, Xu Hai and the other students would have collapsed to the ground in shock by his aura.

And while restraining the breath.

He was also looking at the martial arts displayed on his Cthulhu modifier.

Look at the martial arts that have been promoted to perfection in the box.

In particular, the eighteen black dragon hands, the flying crane fist, the five cloud hands, and the twelve dragon capturing hands are the four martial arts.

An idea suddenly popped into Fang Ping's mind.

These four martial arts, he has been elevated to the level of perfection.

The understanding of these martial arts is almost comparable to the person who invented them.

Some of these martial arts are completely useless with his current strength.

So, can you get rid of the rubbish and save the essence, choose only those things that are still useful to you, and form a new practice?

If this is feasible, then his source quality will be more fully utilized than previously expected.

"With my current understanding of these martial arts, I should be able to do this..."

Fang Ping thought with some excitement.

Soon he was immersed in contemplation of reconstructing the new martial arts.

Because it's more about bringing old things together rather than really creating something new.

Therefore, Fang Ping's thinking was very smooth, and he did not encounter any difficulties.

And as the idea of ​​the new martial arts in his heart gradually became clear.

The information on the Cthulhu modifier also began to change.

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Host: Fang Ping

Martial arts: Dragon Prisoner's Hand (Perfect), Vajra Pile Gong (Perfect), Qi-inducing Method (fourth layer), Secret Iron Sand Palm (Perfect), Qi-penetrating Changhong Breathing Method (Perfect), Arahant Purifying Qi Method (Second) Layer), Hunyuan Gangqi (first layer), Sanyang Zhengfa (Xiaocheng), Burning Lamp Method (Xiaocheng), Nine Figures and Six Sitting Statues (not getting started), Golden Bell Cover (not getting started), Iron Body Gong (not yet started), Three Body Seal Method (not started), Dragon and Elephant Immobility (not started)

Origin: 3

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Taking the twelve dragon-catching hands as the main body, it combines some of the advantages of the black dragon's eighteen hands, the five cloud hands and the flying crane fist.

Fang Ping reconstructed a new exercise, the Dragon Prisoner.

"The idea works."

A flash of excitement flashed in Fang Ping's eyes.

Because this means that after that, if he uses Origin Quality to forcibly raise the Dragon Prisoner's Hand.

That is equivalent to improving 4 martial arts at once!

Even if the utilization rate of 4 times cannot be achieved, it still doubles the utilization rate of the source material!

And other martial arts can also use this method to integrate after they have been promoted to the perfect state.

"When the Astral Qi in the body recovers, look for opportunities to continue to improve and integrate other martial arts!"

Clenching his fists, Fang Ping's eyes twinkled as he felt the powerful strength in his arms.

Then, after feeling that the breath on his body had almost subsided, he returned along the same path.

......

At this time, Haichuan City.

In an office of Fang's father's company.

"How can the supply of materials suddenly decrease so much?"

Looking at the report in his hand, Fang Xueliang asked with a frown.

"Because the Yongli processing plant on the other side of the Linxing District Industrial Park has been shut down, the supply of materials has been reduced so much."

The secretary standing at the desk replied.

Hearing this, Fang Xueliang's brows furrowed even deeper.

"Isn't it fine before, why did it suddenly stop working?"

The secretary glanced at Fang Xueliang carefully, and whispered, "It seems that their factory is haunted."

"Haunted?"

Fang Xueliang suddenly looked up at the secretary to confirm whether she was talking in her sleep.

"Mr. Fang, when I called to ask, that's what they said."

"And recently, there seems to be news of hauntings everywhere in Linxing District, which makes people panic."

The secretary explained.

"But now the customer is pressing hard, can you find other processing plants?"

Fang Xueliang didn't think about whether this absurd reason for the shutdown was true or not. The most important thing now is to solve the problem.

"It's a bit difficult. I just contacted the other factories."

"Their supplies are all packaged by Bangfeng and Baigui, and it is difficult to supply us with additional supplies."

The secretary shook his head and said.

Hearing this answer, Fang Xueliang's brows were so wrinkled that the mosquitoes could be caught.

"You go out first, and I'll call Mr. Liu from Wynn again."

"Okay, Mr. Fang, then I'll go out first."

After the secretary went out, Fang Xueliang leaned on the office chair and let out a breath, rubbing his temples with a headache.

But after just taking a break, he regained his energy again, took out his mobile phone and started making calls.

......

A loud snoring sounded from the bed.

Fang Ping glanced helplessly at Xu Hai on the bed.

"It finally stopped."

He was dragged around by Xu Hai and Chu Qingqing all day, and he had no chance to improve his martial arts at all.

Quietly walk out of the room.

Because he was injured by the human-faced ghost tree last night, Old Man Xu also fell asleep early.

After galloping all the way, Fang Ping came to the outside of the cave where the human face ghost tree was located in ten minutes.

Looking at the dark entrance of the cave, Fang Ping took a big step and walked in directly.

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