Although Fang Tong is nicknamed the Giant Spirit God and has reached the eighth level of the Ten Realms of the Physical Body, he is not even an ant in the world of "Eternal Life". However, now in front of ordinary people like Fang Yingxiu, who have not started practicing martial arts, he is already an unattainable figure.

Therefore, even though Fang Yingshou and others were illegitimate children of Fang's family, Fang Tong was not even thinking about greetings. As soon as he entered Wanxiang Garden, he gave up his might and shocked these illegitimate children who were preparing to practice martial arts, he directly began to teach Songhe Wanshou Fist. According to Fang Tong, this Songhe Wanshou Fist comes from the Yuhua Sect, one of the tenth gates of the Immortal Way. It is the body refining boxing that the ancestor of the Fang family came out of the Yuhua Sect to conquer the world. It is a superb body refining boxing technique. If the Songhe Wanshou Fist can be practiced, then the body will definitely be practiced to the extreme, that is, the tenth level of the God-changing Realm of Heaven. At that time, they will be qualified to deduct the gate of the secret realm of magic powers, which is the so-called gate of the Immortal Way. Of course, Fang Tong also said that it was extremely difficult to reach this state at that time, but Fang Tong did not say why.

The Songhe Wanshou Fist is not difficult, there are only five styles in total, and the moves are very simple. Therefore, Fang Tong only took a whole afternoon to teach Fang Ying to see all the details and precautions of these five styles of Songhe Wanshou Fist. Then, Fang Tong, the master Fang of Fang turned around and left, and did not even answer the questions raised by a few people with strong desire for knowledge. He allowed the few smart and questionable concubines to meditate and frowned and asked, but Fang Tong ignored it and turned around and walked out of the Wanxiang Garden.

Seeing Fang Tong's attitude, Fang Ying's face was still as calm as water. It was completely different from the faces of the concubine's sons around who were beaten by Fang Tong. He didn't even curse quietly. Fang Ying's five senses and a clear mind as a mirror was not like these people who had no eyes and could not tell the difference. Since he withstood Fang Tong's mental pressure, he keenly realized that Fang Tong, who was the eighth level of the physical realm, did not take them seriously at all. It can even be said that he was simply a state of ignorance. Even if their identity was a concubine's son, he ignored them and was teaching.

When guiding Songhe Wanshou Fist, Fang Ying looked at it and found that after practicing the five styles of Songhe Wanshou Fist, he always felt that the meaning was not over. Thinking of what Fang Tong said, it was impossible to practice the tenth level of the physical body realm of Songhe Wanshou Fist, especially when Fang Tong said this. He didn't understand the sarcasm that appeared inadvertently in his indifferent eyes. If this Songhe Wanshou Fist really felt as powerful as Fang Tong said, but they could not practice to the tenth level of the physical body realm, there was only explanation. The boxing techniques taught to them by Fang Tong were incomplete!

Although this speculation is very depressing, Fang Yingjiu has a smooth breath and a peaceful mood. In fact, not to mention in the ancient times with strict hierarchy, even in the modern era that claims to be fair and democratic, there is no real fair and democratic existence. It just gives the lower-class people more channels to climb upward. Since the modern era of fair and democratic is like this, then among the rich families with strict rules like Fangfu, although the concubine's son is not the lowest-level person, he is several levels worse than those direct bloodlines. In this way, the treatment of the two sides must be different, otherwise how can they distinguish their classes?

Therefore, although Fang Yingdian knew that the body-refining boxing technique that he was very much looking forward to is incomplete, he was still calm because he knew that even if he was depressed and even if he was indignant, even if he broke through this window paper that everyone knew, it would not change anything. Instead, he would let his ant who challenged the rules bear the catastrophe.

Fang Yingkan did not practice boxing on the flat ground specially organized in the center of the Vientiane Garden like others. Even if the flat ground was the center of the entire Vientiane Garden, it had an improvement in boxing practice, and he did not practice boxing here. He quietly walked to a small pine forest that was as thick as an adult's waist in the north of the Vientiane Garden.

When Fang Yingkan walked into the woods with thirty or forty pine trees, the noisy voices suddenly disappeared. Although there was nothing in this small pine forest, it showed a feeling of tranquility. When he walked to the center of the pine forest, there was also a small flat open space. Standing here, Fang Yingkan's originally calm mind was completely blended with the lonely and quiet environment here, which made him instantly enter a state of ethereal without thinking. Then his body was shocked and he began to fight the incomplete pin crane Wanshou Fist here!

It's strange. Although Fang Yingshen was a beginner, the boxing technique was very slow and the turning and changes were a little unfamiliar, his entire breathing rhythm was getting longer and longer, and his entire aura gradually felt a bit like the straight green pines around him.

Fang Ying saw that he was in an ethereal state of no thoughts and thoughts. Therefore, he was not aware of the changes in his body. He just used the five-style Songhe Wanshou Fist over and over again. As his boxing skills became more and more proficient, his body gradually became calm, tough and upright as green pine.

At this moment, suddenly, a clear crane sound came from the air, shocking Fang Yingzhang from the ethereal state of thoughtlessness and thought. When he retreated from the ethereal state, he couldn't help but look in the sound and came into his eyes. Two feathers were as white as snow, and a touch of vermilion red above his head. The handsome white crane was hovering and flying over the pine forest!

At the beginning, Fang Yingdian didn't care. At this moment, he had just withdrawn from the ethereal state of no thoughts. Therefore, he was thinking about what was going on just now. Is this state of no thoughts a good thing or a bad thing? A sentence flashed through his mind inadvertently. When Fang Tong taught Songhe Wanshou Fist just now, he specifically told them to understand the artistic conception and charm of the boxing technique. Thinking of this, Fang Yingdian couldn't help but feel shocked. He immediately looked up and looked at the two white ones.

The cranes were still playing and flying in the forest, flashing and moving, showing the white crane's elegance, agility and lightness, which shocked Fang Yingdian's heart, because the movements between these two white cranes were similar to those in the Songhe Wanshou Fist taught by Fang Tong. Fang Yingdian was not a fool. He immediately understood. There happened to be many boxing techniques in Chinese Kung Fu that are pictograms. That is, boxing techniques based on animals, and the Songhe Wanshou Fist taught by Fang Tong is also pictograms!

When Fang Ying thought of this, he immediately focused on observing the two dancing white cranes. However, after the two white cranes were dancing for a while, they made another clear sound of crane sound and then flew away.

Although the two white cranes flew away, Fang Yingjian showed a thoughtful look in his eyes. While thinking, he continued to punch slowly. He had already practiced the five moves of the Songhe Wanshou Fist, and he could even have a faint straight and tough charm like pine. However, the fists he made at this moment no longer had the quiet taste of sitting like green pine to watch the clouds rolling and venting. Instead, there was a flying and agile posture, just like a chick stretching its unfulfilled wings. He wanted to learn to fly, although it was ugly. But the eagerness to try, the extreme desire was not bad at all.

After punching for a while, Fang Yingjian could not find Bai He's agile feeling. Seeing that it was getting late, he had to walk out of the pine forest and leave Wanxiang Garden. Along the way, he was thinking about boxing, and did not care that a few classmates, Wu's son, wanted to contact him. When Fang Yingjian returned to his yard and took out the food from the storage space to have a full meal, he came to the narrow and cramped yard again and continued to think about the charm of boxing.

In this way, Fang Yingzhan was completely immersed in boxing techniques by learning boxing, practicing boxing, and thinking every day. This immersion allowed him to feel his own progress every day and feel the beauty of boxing charm every day, which made him practice boxing and think even more crazily. Although the Songhe Wanshou Fist that Fang Tong preached was not complete, the green Songhe White Crane is complete!

Fang Ying, who is immersed in the artistic conception of boxing, does not see clearly. At the core of the multiverse, in a simple gray stone hall with a simple shape, two figures with invisible appearances are confronting each other. If it weren't for the two people who were just the same height, the same guys were wearing the same clothes, including the most core position of the multiverse in the infinite plane world. If they were on the street, then the content of their conversation could definitely be classified as two pickled goods cursing the streets. In fact, what these two guys said was actually only one.

One of them threw a second-generation official whom he didn't like but was a little afraid and unwilling to offend him from the entertainment venue he operated. Because he was afraid and unwilling to offend, this person used a little trick to make the second-generation official who was thrown out of the information. The place where this guy threw the second-generation official was not a garbage dump or a corner that no one found, such as the Mariana Trench or the Sahara Desert, but in another entertainment venue where his colleagues were operating!

Speaking of this, everyone should understand?

In fact, the main god originally wanted to deal with Zhu Xing, a hot potato, but due to the constraints of authority and game rules, the main god could not kill Zhu Xing directly or was too direct. Therefore, the smart main god found a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, that is, when the two infinite spaces were very close, the main god threw Zhu Xing into the infinite space of another main god. In this case, due to the huge differences in the rules, it would be impossible for Zhu Xing to die!

However, being able to become the main god and holding the infinite space will not be too bad in wisdom, even if they are all demons! Therefore, these two main gods came to this place where all the main gods meet on weekdays to discuss how to solve this matter.

Because of the fact that the strength is almost different, the two main gods did not raise the double-person confrontation to the level of a double-person battle. In the end, Zhu Xing's main god could only extradite Zhu Xing, the smuggler, again because of his fault. However, for the so-called principle of not allowing himself to suffer losses alone, the main god of "Eternal Life" must unconditionally provide a little travel fee... (To be continued...)

ps:   Because the editor said that he could not use novels from other sites, "Eternal Life" could not continue, so I had to cut this volume and then open a new volume...
Chapter completed!