Chapter 5; Black Market

[Name: Fang Ping]

[Realm: Ninth Grade Bronze Skin Realm]

[Martial Arts: Turtle Breath Breathing Technique (First Peep at the Door)]

[Visualization point: 52 (200/52)]

"The food must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked step by step. I have saved one hundred visualization points for more than two months. I want to save enough to break through to the eighth level of martial arts, but I'm afraid it won't be until next year.

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Fang Ping came to the visualization space with a heavy thought.

When he was working in the escort agency during the day, he wrote down the martial arts moves performed by several escort masters in the martial arts field, and then they were embodied in the visualization space.

But I saw several figures appearing out of thin air in the visualization space, some using boxing skills, some using fingering skills, and a person dancing with a stick, with sharp stick skills, like a long dragon, which is breathtaking.

Fang Ping was defeated after sustaining the offensive of the three figures for a while, but he was not discouraged. In the process of imagining the fight, Fang Ping completely figured out the power of his martial arts after reaching the top level.

Bai Yunfei, who was wearing a bunting shirt and had just finished fighting with an escort, saw Fang Ping from a distance.

Zheng Yue, who is not outstanding in appearance but has a tall figure and slender legs, turned her palm into a knife and struck at Bai Yunfei's neck with lightning speed. The force was terrifying. This blow could break stone and crack gold.

Fang Ping got up and turned around to see that Fang Ying had kicked off the quilt and was sleeping like an octopus, lying on her body. This means that Fang Ping has been practicing in the visualization space, otherwise he would be like this in one night.

The little girl woke me up several times.

Time flies like a wild donkey. One month has passed and it has entered the thirty-first year of Shenzong. There is still half a month left before the Chinese New Year.

Morning.

Zheng Yue twisted her waist to avoid the blow and appeared behind Bai Yunfei in a spin.

"He's just a handyman. Mr. Bai doesn't want to see him, so I'll drive him away," someone said.

The strength of the two is evenly matched, both are in the eighth-level Iron Bone realm.

night.

Mouse Alley has become increasingly chaotic. Two gangs fought over the territory in this area, and many people died. After the death of Mrs. Wang across the house, the house was empty for a while. A family of five moved in a dozen days ago.

"It smells so good." Wang Niu glanced at the wheat bran pancake that was as hard as a stone in his hand, and immediately lost his appetite. But he still wanted to eat, so after taking one bite he said: "The canteen needs several pigs a day, as well as chicken, duck and fish."

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He wanted to eat it himself.

A high-level martial artist can become a prowler and eat meat, but it is not for nothing. If he goes out to escort, he may lose his life at any time.

There will never be an accident where you are at a loss when a warrior attacks you.

The moment he practiced until his energy and blood surged and his muscles and bones roared together, Fang Ping exclaimed with joy, and his visualization point surged by ten points, as if he had inadvertently broken a small bottleneck.

Fang Ping entered the house, and Fang Ying patted the snowflakes off her body for him.

There are three men and two women. Anyway, Aunt Wang is dead and no one lives in the house. No one cares about people occupying the magpie's nest. Things like this are not uncommon in these days.

All living things must breathe from the moment they are born. The importance of breathing is self-evident. Turtles have the longest life span among all animals. This "turtle breath breathing technique" is created by imitating turtles.

health-preserving exercises.

Breathing in and out, exhaling the old and bringing in the new, will extend longevity, strengthen the body, and reduce the chance of getting sick. When Fang Ping breathed in and out, each breath became longer and longer, and the interval was several times longer than that of ordinary people.

Fang Ping appeared outside the escort agency's martial arts venue.

afternoon.

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Helplessly covering the little girl with a quilt, Fang Ping got out of bed, put on his shoes, wrapped himself in a cotton robe, said hello to his mother, and rushed to Fuwei Escort Agency.

After a while, Fang Ping began to practice the "Turtle Breath Breathing Technique".

"It doesn't have to be that much. Just buy me a bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts..." His voice weakened: "Half a bag... is fine too."

Walking out of Mouse Alley, there was no sign of celebration to welcome the New Year on the street. The passers-by held their purses and lowered their heads, and even acquaintances pretended not to know each other.

"Here he comes again."

Fang Ping didn't go very far when he saw a group of gangsters fighting in a ball, and some people inserted eyes and vaginal legs without moral ethics. Fang Ping quickly bypassed and arrived at the backyard of Fuwei Escort Agency.

"Little tricks."

Fang Ping felt sour in his heart, and Li Rou scolded her warmly and angrily: "She's just a greedy person. Don't spoil her, Ping'er."

Just like a person suddenly got a knife, but he couldn't use it, and the threat was greatly reduced. In just a few days of visual fighting, Fang Ping completely mastered the power of the ninth level of martial arts.

There are bodyguards practicing martial arts in the martial arts arena.

One morning, while Fang Ping was feeding the horses and cleaning the stables, and taking a bath, the refreshing aroma of rice wafted from the canteen of the escort agency.

Mouse Lane, in a small bungalow.

Fang Ying was frustrated and Fang Ping consoled her: "Roasted chestnuts with sugar, I will definitely let you eat them this year!"

"Take my move."

The handymen all looked at the hysterical Wang Niu in unison, with clear eyes: If you dare to act so carelessly again, you will be beaten.

Business at Fuwei Escort Agency has been booming this month, and we have received several large orders.

Bai Yunfei faced him decisively with his palm. He practiced the 13-position Baiyun Sanshou, a martial arts passed down from his family. When he received Zheng Yun's blow, the other palm followed closely, carrying a soft force.

He pressed towards Zheng Yue's lower abdomen.

He also accumulated valuable practical experience in the fight.

"This is asking for credit." Fang Ping pinched Fang Ying's face in a fit of laughter: "Well done! I owe you a cow!"

The body condensed in the visualization space is no different from the physical body in the real world. When Fang Ping practices in the visualization space, the physical body in the real world can restore its body functions during sleep, sharpening the knife and chopping firewood.

"Brother, Aunt Zhou came here again this year, and she even invited an unknown person to come into the house, but I didn't let him in!"

"Did I say to drive him away?" Bai Yunfei withdrew his gaze.

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Even the staple food is sorghum rice, and what I eat is stick noodles. The steamed stick noodles are fragrant and soft."

Children from poor families have long been in charge. Fang Ying is only five years old, but she is still very well-behaved and sensible.

Fang Ping did not waste his time. The visualization points were increasing every day, and today it exceeded 140 points. It was a bit slow. Maybe he saw the visualization points improving little by little, and Fang Ping felt more and more secure.

At noon, there were two people fighting each other in the martial arts field as fast as afterimages. One was the elegant Bai Yunfei, and the other was the granddaughter of the chief escort chief Zheng Jinshan.

Fang Ping couldn't hold on any longer. He wished he could rush into the canteen and snatch a pig out, but he still held back.

Even if he were to find another job, it would be nothing more than joining a gang in an outer city and working as a guard dog for a wealthy man.

"The speed, strength, and physical strength are all more than twice as powerful as those at the ninth-level bronze skin realm. This is the eighth-level iron bone realm."

Fang Ping watched with great interest, and took note of the moves of the two of them, so that he could enter the visualization space to practice at night.

At the end of the day (one o'clock in the afternoon), the Fuwei Escort Company was going to the black market to collect food. One escort, two runners, and five handymen were going with them. Fang Ping was one of the five handymen.

It is almost impossible to buy food in the outer cities of Shanyang County. Only the black market still has food, which seems to be inexhaustible. If you want to know where it comes from, you have to ask the Shanyang County Magistrate.

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Chapter completed!