As Fang Han's mind is completely immersed in the understanding of footwork, Internal Qi flows naturally around the body, and the steps gradually become round and free.
His figure was erratic in the open space in the courtyard, sometimes like catkins in the wind, soft and silent;
Sometimes it's like lightning, and it's as fast as thunder.
The steps under your feet are unpredictable, as if they coincide with some kind of rhythm of heaven and earth, perfectly blending with the surrounding air currents.
The understanding of "turning reality into emptiness and blending into the wind" has deepened at an unprecedented speed.
Before I knew it, the sun was setting in the west and the moon was rising above the willow trees.
Suddenly, Fang Han paused and then accelerated violently!
"Buzz--"
A slight hum that seemed to be integrated with the wind sounded from his body.
In an instant, the airflow around him seemed to come alive, wrapping around his legs, and his speed suddenly increased by several percent!
As it moves, the afterimage left behind becomes increasingly solid and difficult to distinguish, making it dazzling.
The breath blends almost perfectly with the surrounding environment, and the sense of presence is minimized.
"<Flowing Wind Shadowless Step>, Greater Accomplishment!"
Fang Han slowly stopped and stood in the courtyard, with a bright look in his eyes.
I feel the unprecedented lightness and explosive power of my legs, as well as the mysterious and invisible movement of my legs Artistic Conception, which makes me feel very good.
Greater Accomplishment level <Flowing Wind Shadowless Step> has a qualitative leap in speed, flexibility and concealment compared to the Proficiency Realm.
The life-saving ability and mobility in actual combat have been greatly improved again.
Hundreds of miles away, Gong Clan Manor.
In the bedroom, the smell of medicine is strong.
Gong Biao was sitting on the bed, his broken arm was wrapped in thick gauze, his face was sallow due to excessive blood loss.
He looked at the door anxiously, his heart full of expectation and uneasiness.
Xing'er went to the Fang Clan. At this moment, he should have cut off Fang Han's head and leveled Fang Clan, right?
At this moment, the door was pushed open violently, and a figure staggered in.
"Xing'er!"
Gong Biao raised his head in surprise, but when he saw the appearance of the person clearly, the joy on his face instantly solidified and turned into shock.
I saw Gong Xing's chest and robe soaked with blood, and a hideous wound with his skin rolled up.
His face is as pale as paper, his breath is weak and confused, how can he still have any dignity of the Nether Pavilion True Disciple?
"Xing'er! You... what's wrong with you?"
Gong Biao struggled to sit up, his voice changing in pitch due to fear.
"Is it that Fang Han..."
"I lost..."
Gong Xing's voice was hoarse and weak, carrying unspeakable humiliation and resentment. He leaned against the door frame, breathing hard.
"Lost to Fang Han!"
"What?! This is impossible!"
Gong Biao shook his head violently as if struck by lightning, with disbelief written all over his face.
"How could you lose? You are a veteran True Disciple, and Fang Han is just a newcomer..."
"That boy's strength is beyond comparison with the ordinary newcomer True Disciple!"
Gong Xing roared suddenly, the wound was affected, and he coughed violently, coughing up a little bit of blood foam.
Gong Biao choked back what he said, and the color drained from his face. He had never seen his son in such a miserable state.
Gong Xing took a deep breath, suppressed his injuries and anger, and said coldly, "Fang Han's strength is far beyond your imagination! Let's put this matter aside for the time being, and you... just recuperate."
"Gong Clan... please keep a low profile recently and stop causing trouble for no reason, especially for someone as tough as Fang Clan!"
His words were cold, with an undoubted command. It was obvious that Gong Clan was quite dissatisfied with provoking such a powerful enemy as Fang Han this time.
Gong Biao opened his mouth and looked at his son's miserable state and cold eyes. In the end, all his words turned into silent bitterness.
He slumped back to the head of the bed and whispered:
"Father knows."
Gong Xing briefly treated the horrific wound on his chest, took a few precious Danyao, and his face softened slightly.
"Fang Han may be chasing you. I should not stay for a long time. I need to return to the sect immediately for treatment."
"But you don't have to worry. As long as I'm not dead, Fang Han won't dare to attack Gong Clan, unless he wants to kill him."
After saying that, he took a sip of Internal Qi, turned around and left, quickly disappearing into the night.
Gong Biao was lying alone on the bed, looking at the empty doorway, and then at his broken right arm.
Thinking of his dead son Gong Bao and the many masters of the clan, a huge wave of regret surged into his heart.
Ever since his son Gong Xing became Nether Pavilion True Disciple, he has become inflated and always thinks that having his son Gong Xing around can settle everything.
But the fact is that although son Gong Xing is Nether Pavilion True Disciple, there is always a mountain higher, and son Gong Xing cannot settle everything.
The night was deep and Gong Clan Manor was completely silent. Only Gong Biao could not sleep due to regret.
The night is as dark as ink, Liangshui City Fang Mansion Rain-Listening Pavilion.
Everything was completely silent, except for the rustle of the bamboo leaves in the evening breeze, which added to the tranquility.
In the bedroom, Fang Han sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed and his mind concentrated.
<Myriad Transformation Breath Concealment Technique>'s mind flowed slowly in his mind, Internal Qi followed a complex and exquisite route, and the aura around his body converged, like a deep pool without waves.
More than two months have passed since <Myriad Transformation Breath Concealment Technique> entered the realm of the Proficiency Realm.
Although he has a terrifying sixty-four-fold increase in Secret Art Talent, compared to his daily cultivation of Sword Technique and Body Movement, he has invested very little energy in Breath Concealment Secret Technique, and only practices it when he has occasional free time.
After all, a person's energy is limited, and he needs to focus mainly on aspects that can directly improve his immediate combat effectiveness.
Therefore, the advancement of this secret art seems a little slower than the other three.
However, a sixty-four-fold increase is no small matter after all.
Even with occasional practice and hard work, the barrier leading to the Mastery Realm has long been as thin as a cicada's wings and within reach.
Internal Qi shuttles through those subtle meridians, and his control of breath becomes more and more refined.
A kind of mysterious Artistic Conception that "turns reality into emptiness and blends into all things" gradually becomes clear.
I don't know how much time passed, but it was nearly midnight, when the moonlight was at its strongest--
Fang Han The already restrained aura around his body suddenly underwent some kind of qualitative change.
It doesn't disappear completely, but seems to be completely integrated into the surrounding environment.
He achieved a strange harmony and unity with the bed beneath him, the air flowing in the room, and even the faint moonlight seeping in from the window.
Sitting there, he seemed to have become a part of the room, a stubborn stone, a piece of dead wood, and no fresh breath of "humanity" leaked out.
A feeling of harmony and control came over me.
Fang Han slowly opened his eyes. There was no wave or wave in his eyes. Only an imperceptible light flashed deep in the pupils.
"<Myriad Transformation Breath Concealment Technique>Greater Accomplishment!"
Fang Han whispered to himself, his voice calm, but with a hint of unnoticeable joy.
The Greater Accomplishment level <Myriad Transformation Breath Concealment Technique> has a qualitative leap in breath-holding effect compared to the Proficiency Realm.
Now, if he restrains himself with all his strength and hides, it may be extremely difficult for a fifth-grade master to detect him with his spiritual sense.
This is of great significance for concealing your whereabouts, conducting sneak attacks, and even saving your life at critical moments.
"I heard that not only Li Qinghong returned to the sect, but Zhao Wuji and Sun Mo True Disciple also returned to the sect..."
His strength and breath-condensing ability have both improved. Fang Han's mind moved slightly, remembering the news he heard before.
Not only Li Qinghong, who was deprived of his position as True Disciple, but also the other two True Disciple-Zhao Wuji and Sun Mo who were invited by Chu Feng, seemed to have returned to the sect due to no harvest for a long time.
This means that the trap set by Chu Feng has been lifted.
An idea grew and spread in his heart like a weed, that is - to attack the forces under Chu Feng again!
Returning to Lineage this time to solve the problem of the Gong Clan just provided him with cover, so that he would not attract unusual attention due to his long absence from the sect.
"That's it!"
Fang Han's eyes flashed with coldness.
Even though he is now ranked True Disciple, Chu Feng's apparent suppression is no longer effective, but Chu Feng... how can we stop just like what happened before?
He has never forgotten the past grudges.
Not long ago, Li Qinghong was instigated by him to come to provoke me. I can still remember it vividly.
If there is an opportunity to make Chu Feng miserable and suffer heavy losses, he will never show mercy.
The most important thing is that only in this way can we quickly accumulate wealth and unlock higher growth multiples.
The intention is set, and the intention to kill is hidden inside, just like the surface of a frozen lake, calm on the surface but turbulent undercurrents in the depths.
The next morning.
Fang Han said goodbye to his parents and Younger Sister.
Although there is concern in the eyes of parents, there is more trust and support.
Younger Sister Fang Ying grabbed Fang Han's hand and asked with attachment.
"Brother, when will you come back?"
"I'll be back during the Chinese New Year."
Fang Han rubbed Younger Sister's hair, with a gentle smile on his face and nodded.
He is not worried that Gong Clan will take revenge after he leaves.
Gong Xing was seriously injured and fled. As long as Fang Han survived for a day, Gong Xing would never dare to touch Fang Clan, unless Gong Xing wanted to bet on the survival of the entire Gong Clan.
This intimidation comes from the absolute strength he displays.
Leaving Liangshui City, Fang Han did not return directly to the direction of the Azure Profound Sect.
Instead, he took out the detailed map of Qingyang Prefecture that he had already prepared in a quiet place, traced it carefully with his fingertips, and finally stopped at a city mark named "Moonwatch City".
According to the information previously purchased from the Rain Pavilion, there is a gang named "Iron Fist Gang" in Moonwatch City, which is attached to Chu Feng.
There are several Seventh Rank warriors in this gang, among which the gang leader "Earth-Splitting Hand" Shi Jian is a late cultivation level of Seventh Rank.
"Iron Fist Gang, it's you."
Fang Han puts away the map, identifies the direction, Internal Qi infuses the legs according to the Body Movement exercise route, and the airflow under the feet naturally gathers.
"Whoosh--"
His body turned into an invisible green shadow, speeding along the official road in the direction of Moonwatch City.
<Flowing Wind Shadowless Step>After Greater Accomplishment, the speed and endurance are significantly improved, and the driving efficiency is higher.
Just after noon, when the sun turned to the west, the outline of a city was already visible in the distance.
The city wall is high and thick, and the city walls are continuous. It is Moonwatch City.
Fang Han slowed down, paid the city entry tax, and followed the flow of people into the city.
Moonwatch City is more prosperous than Liangshui City, with wide streets, numerous shops and a steady flow of people.
He did not delay, and after a little inquiry, he learned that Iron Fist Gang's general rudder was located in the west area of the city.