Fang Xi glanced around and found that the box seemed empty with four people in it, but slightly crowded with five people in it.

As a minor cultivator with the lowest level of cultivation and the weakest background, he still had to be careful and stood up immediately: "Everyone, I think I have something important to do at home, so I will take my leave first."

"But Feng Qinshi is about to take the stage, and her music is rare..." Fairy Yunmeng said regretfully, but had no intention of staying as a guest.

Fang Xi bowed and walked out of the box.

Vaguely, Shen Haoran's words to Chen Ping could be heard: "Fellow Daoist Chen, you will also be a talisman master in the future, so you should have an identity... Let me tell you, the distinguished guest who is coming is a late-stage Qi refining master. The great master..."

"Oh? Then I need to ask Brother Shen for an introduction." Chen Ping's surprised voice sounded at the same time.

…

When Fang Xi walked out of the 'Mingqing Pavilion', she could faintly hear the sound of a piano coming from the attic.

There seemed to be a beautiful shadow on the high platform.

It's a pity that all these romantic and elegant things have nothing to do with him.

'If you are not strong enough, don't enter too high a circle...'

He quickly adjusted his mentality and returned to his shack.

Bang!

A gust of palm wind flew out and landed hard on the door and window.

White Cloud Palm!

Although I couldn't hear Fairy Feng playing the harp this time, I did get some spiritual tea and snacks.

It’s a good time to practice!

Fang Xi only had the Red Snake Legs to break through to the realm of martial arts master, and the White Cloud Palms were still a little behind.

Crackling!

He raised both palms together, slapped them in succession, and then condensed the nine major hand seals.

In an instant, Fang Xi's palms turned gray and black.

The strange thing is that the gray is fading away, while the black is expanding crazily.

"call!"

Fang Xi let out a long breath, and the white air shot out several feet away.

He looked at his hands and confirmed that both palms had completely entered the realm of black clouds, that is, the level of a true warrior!

The real power of Baiyun Palm mainly strengthens the hands, and the improvement of other parts of the body is far less than the last time.

"It was a simple breakthrough..."

"Sigh... It would be great if my talent in immortality was as good as my talent in Qi-blood martial arts."

The low-grade spiritual root qualification of this body has always been a pain in Fang Xi's heart.

The next moment, feeling the changes in the real power of Baiyun Palm, his expression gradually became solemn.

Looking inside himself with his spiritual consciousness, he can find that there are several more vortices in the blood circulation throughout his body, mainly located in his legs and palms.

What's even more shocking is that these qi and blood whirlpools actually feel a tug on each other, causing some disorder in the flow of qi and blood.

"Is this... what Lu Snake said is a drag?"

"No matter what... I have already broken through the red snake legs, and my energy and blood have been mixed. There is nothing I can do if I practice one more skill."

Fang Xi looked at her palms.

The White Cloud Palm can be extended or retracted. After absorbing its true power, his palms are as white as jade, as delicate as the hands of a lady.

No one can imagine that the power contained in these palms can already be compared with some monster beasts.

"There is indeed a conflict between the real power of the White Cloud Palm and the Red Snake Leg, and it must be resolved..."

"There is also the next realm..."

The mere physical training equivalent to the initial stage of Qi refining is nothing. What Fang Xi values ​​​​is the future progress and hope!
Chapter completed!