At a certain moment during cultivation.
Yamen Acupoint is filled with Internal Qi, which is pure and concise, with a deep blue and almost ink color.
The surging Internal Qi spontaneously launched an impact towards the next key point, Acupoints--Zhubin Acupoint.
"Buzz..."
A dull abnormal sound that only Fang Han himself could feel came from within his body.
The torrent of Internal Qi hit an invisible but extremely tough barrier. There seemed to be an invisible wall outside Zhubin Acupoint, firmly blocking the rushing Internal Qi.
This is the Fourth Grade bottleneck!
He continued to practice.
In the Middle Third Grade stage, it is extremely difficult to break through each small realm, and its bottleneck difficulty is comparable to the large realm level in Lower Third Grade.
And for a big realm crossing like the fifth-grade breakthrough into Fourth Grade, the bottleneck is so strong and the breakthrough is so difficult, it increases exponentially.
There are many ordinary warriors who have been trapped in this situation for several years, ten years or even their entire lives, unable to make any progress.
However, under the one hundred and twenty-eight times terrifying Root Bone Talent Amplification, and under the current state of stimulated potential.
This seemingly indestructible bottleneck does not seem to be so indestructible.
Every time Internal Qi hits, there will be obvious tremors, and it may break at any time.
Time passes quietly in the silent practice.
Outside the cave, Ye Xiao roared and wild beasts howled, but none of these could disturb the Fang Han inside the cave in the slightest.
All his mind was immersed in the confrontation with the invisible barrier in his body.
I don't know how long it took, maybe it was midnight, but the aura around him suddenly shook.
Immediately like a dam full of floods that found its outlet, all Internal Qi were highly condensed and launched the final and most violent impact towards a certain point in the bottleneck.
"Crack!"
A clear cracking sound originating from the depths of the origin of life, like spring ice breaking, resounded crisply in his perception.
The invisible barrier blocking Zhubin Acupoint shattered in response!
The majestic Internal Qi, which has been accumulated for a long time, is like a torrent that bursts a bank, pouring happily into the newly opened Zhubin Acupoint.
In an instant, the aura around him surged like a rocket!
Including Zhubin Acupoint, sixteen connected Acupointss build a more complex, efficient and huge Internal Qi circulation system.
Internal Qi The speed and total volume of the flowing water increased sharply, the color became darker, almost jet black, and the texture was as thick as mercury. The sense of power brought about by the flow was far more than ten times higher than that in the late fifth-grade period.
A wonderful feeling of being reborn and experiencing a leap in life levels came to my mind.
Fourth Grade, done!
With the connection of Zhubin Acupoint, a new Divine Treasury - "Hidden Force" is also opened.
He only felt that he had a new understanding of the use of Internal Qi. With a slight movement of his mind, Internal Qi could be transformed into a kind of feminine, treacherous and extremely penetrating power.
If it hits an opponent, it can easily penetrate the body's surface defenses and directly hit the internal organs, causing serious internal injuries.
If you fight Yin Huang, this Divine Treasury will have been opened. The injuries suffered by Yin Huang after being attacked will never be as simple as a minor injury.
Even though he is still at the late fifth level, he is certain that Yin Huang will be left behind forever.
"Sure enough, I broke through to Fourth Grade in one go!"
Fang Han slowly opened his eyes, and a wisp of dark green and almost ink light flowed under his eyes, and then disappeared, and his pupils became darker and darker.
Make a fist lightly, and the joints will make a crackling sound.
Feeling the vastness and majesty in my body is far better than Internal Qi before.
He finally understood why Chu Feng and Yin Huang were obviously far inferior to him in terms of martial arts understanding, but their simple destructive power was superior to him.
Fourth Grade!
Although it is only one level different from the late stage of fifth grade, it is a qualitative leap in the territory of Middle Third Grade.
The total amount of Internal Qi has surged, and the level of concentration is even more extraordinary.
During operation, it flows like mercury slurry, settling and thickening, and the sense of power it contains increases by more than ten times?
The subsequent opening of "Hidden Force" and "Divine Treasury" gave him an extra layer of feminine and cunning changes in his use of power.
The powerful force penetrates the body and directly damages the internal organs, which is enough to become the key to defeat the enemy.
"With my current strength, if I meet Yin Huang again..."
Fang Han's eyes flashed slightly, and he deduced it in his mind instantly.
Even if he doesn't rely on Body Movement to fight head-on, relying on Fourth Grade's powerful Internal Qi foundation in the early stage, supplemented by the magic of "Hidden Force" and Proficiency Realm level <Void-Sundering Nine Swords>, he is still very confident that Yin Huang will be completely left behind instead of just repelled.
The surge in strength brought absolute confidence.
However, this confidence did not go to his head.
On the contrary, the sharpness in his eyes was quickly replaced by calmness and prudence.
"Yin Huang is not a fool. He failed in the first ambush. He should have understood that it is difficult for him to do anything to me with his own strength."
"If he persists in his evil intentions and takes action again... he will never be the only one who appears."
Fang Han's mind raced and he quickly analyzed the current situation.
Although in terms of strength, he is no longer afraid of Yin Huang, but Yin Huang, if he encounters him again, there is a great possibility that he will die in his hands.
However, after the first ambush failed, if Yin Huang takes action again, it will not be just one person.
Even if he is strong, the situation will not be good when faced with the siege of many people.
The most correct choice now is to give up traveling and return to the sect as soon as possible.
With his mind set, he no longer hesitated.
He stood up, moved his muscles a little, and the joints all over his body made a series of fine and crisp crackling sounds, and stepped out of the cave.
At this time, the sky is bright, the fog in the mountains and forests has not completely dispersed, and the birds are singing loudly.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han identified the direction and deployed the <Windcloud Escape> at the Minor Accomplishment level. The figure suddenly turned into an invisible blue smoke and blended into the morning mist of the mountain forest.
Wherever the figure passed, the grass and trees were lightly blowing, not a speck of dust was disturbed, as if it had blended into the wind, leaving no trace, and speeding straight towards the direction of the Azure Profound Sect.
Just when Fang Han decided to return to the sect, his figure disappeared among the mountains.
Qingyang Prefecture In a remote mountainous area, many simple but sturdy shacks and caves were built haphazardly against the steep mountain walls, forming a gathering place unknown to ordinary people - Qingyang Black Market.
This place is a mixture of fish and dragons. It is a gathering place for desperadoes from all religions and nine streams, trading many shady things.
There was a strange smell in the air that was a mixture of earthy, musty smell, low-quality tobacco, and a hint of blood.
It is difficult for light to fully penetrate into this deep depression, making the place look a bit eerie even during the day.
A figure in gray attire, a wide-brimmed bamboo hat on his head, and a black scarf on his face walked through the crooked and narrow passage with a slightly hurried pace.
Amid the scrutinizing, greedy, or malicious glances from both sides, I walked straight to a seemingly inconspicuous shop located deep in the black market.
The shop has no signboard, the facade is dilapidated, and the two wooden doors are ajar, revealing the dim light inside.
The masked man paused briefly, as if confirming something, and then pushed the door open and entered.
The light in the store was even dimmer, with only one oil lamp burning, its flame like a bean, barely illuminating a clerk lying on the table taking a nap behind the counter, as well as some unclear objects piled up in the corner.
Hearing the door knock, the waiter raised his head in a daze, revealing a young but oily and tired face that did not match his age, and murmured sleepily:
"Who? Buying or selling?"
The masked man lowered his voice and his voice was a little hoarse. "I'm looking for your shopkeeper to discuss a big deal."
The waiter yawned, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the masked man. He seemed to feel that the man's breath was not weak, and he was not someone who usually came to cause trouble, so he lazily shouted towards the back hall.
"Boss, I have a visitor and they say there is a big deal!"
After shouting, he lay down again and ignored him.
The masked man stood quietly and waited, his eyes under the bamboo hat scanning the dim store environment warily, and his fingers unconsciously curled up in his sleeves.
Not long after, the curtain in the back hall was lifted, and a figure came out.
This man was about forty years old, not tall, and even a little thin. He wore a brown short coat that had been washed white, revealing two lean arms covered with various scars.
He has a long and narrow face with high cheekbones. His complexion is a sallow complexion that often does not see the sun. He has deep bags under his eyes, but his eyes are so bright that they look at people with a kind of scrutiny and indifference like looking at goods.
The most eye-catching thing is the ferocious scar on his left cheek that cuts straight from the brow bone to the corner of the mouth. It twists slightly with his lazy expression, like a centipede crawling on his face, adding a bit of ferocity.
He is the shopkeeper of this shop and a very famous murderer in the black market. His name is Gou Laosan. His specific name is unknown.
Gou Laosan let out a long yawn, holding a small grass stem in his mouth, and casually walked behind the counter.
He leaned back, his eyes swept over the masked man, and his tone was as lazy and perfunctory as if he was still hungover:
"What big deal? Tell me, my time is valuable, don't bother me with trivial matters."
The masked man is none other than Gong Xing.
He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calmer, but the slight trembling could not be completely concealed.
"I would like to ask the shopkeeper for help in killing someone."
"Kill?"
Gou Laosan sneered, as if he thought this was so ordinary that he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.
"Name, identity, cultivation, and price all depend on the quality of the goods."
Gong Xing paused for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and whispered word by word.
"Azure Profound Sect, Fang Han."
"Oh, Azure Profound Sect's... who?!"
Gou Laosan's originally lazy figure froze suddenly, and the grass stem in his mouth fell to the counter without even realizing it.
He suddenly raised his head, and his sleepy eyes flashed instantly, like two cold knives, staring at the shadow under Gong Xing's bamboo hat.
As if trying to see through the black scarf to see his true face, the ferocious look on the sallow face suddenly became extremely clear.
"Who do you want to kill? Fang Han of the Azure Profound Sect?! That genius True Disciple?!"
His voice rose a little higher unconsciously, with disbelief and a hint of unnoticeable panic.
The clerk who was napping in the corner of the store was also startled completely awake by the movement. He looked here in shock and subconsciously shrank his neck.