"The medicinal effect of blood ginseng is actually so good."
Zhao Feng was a little surprised.
He originally thought that even with the help of 200-year-old blood ginseng, it would take two or three days to break through to the third level of martial arts. Unexpectedly, he succeeded in just one day.
Zhao Feng then thought about it, if everyone took blood ginseng and had such good effects, then true warriors above the fourth level of martial arts would not be so valuable.
Ultimately, he thought of three reasons:
First, he had never taken such precious medicinal materials before, and he had a strong ability to absorb the medicinal effects of blood ginseng.
Second, the "Pushing Qi Jue" has reached the third level, allowing Zhao Feng to have stronger Qi and blood than the average third level martial arts when he is at the second level of martial arts.
Third, after integrating into the mysterious eyes, Zhao Feng felt that his body's flesh and blood were slowly changing, giving him the illusion of being "transformed".
After successfully breaking through the third level, Zhao Feng gradually calmed down after a brief period of joy.
After all, in the Zhao family, at his age, he has just broken through to the third level of martial arts, so he can only be considered excellent, not a true genius.
Take the genius "Zhao Yufei" who also came from the branch. Two months ago, he was promoted to the third level of martial arts. He even had the aura of "martial arts inner strength" in his body, making him a quasi-martial artist.
"With my current strength, I should be able to fight against strong men like Xin Fei and Zhao Yijian, but I am not completely sure of winning."
Zhao Feng made a calm assessment in his heart.
After all, people like Xin Fei and Zhao Yijian practice advanced skills, at least at the level of Xiaocheng or above, and are by no means a dabbler like Zhao Kun.
In the next two days, Zhao Feng consolidated his cultivation in the inn.
While practicing the "Pushing Qi Jue", he discovered that there was a faint humming sound when the qi and blood in his body were being transported.
Zhao Feng moved his left eye and found that there was a faint green and red aura among the flesh and blood in his body.
"The "Pushing Qi Jue" is close to the third level of perfection. The strength of my qi and blood is not weaker than the peak of the third level of martial arts, and can even rival quasi-martialists like Zhao Yufei and Xin Fei."
Zhao Feng looked happy.
Once the "Pushing Qi Jue" reaches the third level of perfection, he can try to understand it and cultivate the inner strength of martial arts.
To reach this level, most people at the third level of martial arts can't do it, at least at the quasi-martial arts level.
After the realm was consolidated, Zhao Feng left the inn and prepared to return to the Zhao clan.
As for the other two blood ginseng, he has no plans to take them yet.
Zhao Feng had just walked out of the inn when a beggar wearing shabby linen clothes not far away turned around and ran away with his eyes lit up.
"Uncle Xin, he's out!"
The beggar in linen walked to a nearby restaurant and said to a young man in light armor in front of him.
"Okay, here's your money."
There was a hint of coldness at the corner of the lightly armored young man's mouth...
…
Zhao Feng left the inn, walked a few miles, and entered a deserted alley when he suddenly heard rapid footsteps behind him.
Teng swish——
Only two or three figures were seen, flying over the eaves and walking over the walls, chasing after them from behind.
who!
Zhao Feng's figure was fixed and he turned around quickly.
"Boy! If you want to escape unscathed, leave behind ten thousand taels of silver!"
Three Xin family members formed a triangle and surrounded Zhao Feng.
The one who spoke was a young man with light armor.
Xingang!
Zhao Feng's expression turned cold and he recognized the lightly armored young man at the head.
The three disciples of the Xin family in front of me have all reached the third level of martial arts. Among them, Xin Gang has the highest cultivation level and has reached the peak of the third level.
"Ten thousand taels of silver? Just the three of you."
Zhao Feng stood calmly and calmly, holding his hands behind his back.
He spent nearly ten thousand taels of silver in Yuyang City, and now has more than ten thousand taels left. Obviously these people had a premeditated plan.
"Boy, don't be so arrogant! Last time I was injured and you were lucky enough to win. Today, the three of us are going to recover the losses we suffered that day in the 'Hengyun Tianlin'."
Xin Gang said with a gloomy face.
"Huh huh... That day when we were dealing with the Green-Headed Tiger King, one of my Xin family members suffered a loss. You alone took 60% of the profit, and you were not afraid of the snake swallowing the elephant being choked to death."
Behind him was a descendant of the Xin family, with unwillingness and greed in his eyes.
"What nonsense! Take him down quickly to avoid unnecessary complications."
A member of the Xin family on the left gave a sharp shout and kicked his leg horizontally, carrying a strong wind.
Immediately, Xin Gang and other three Xin family disciples all launched a killing attack on Zhao Feng.
"Haha, a bunch of rabble."
Zhao Feng chuckled lightly, and with a "soaring" sound, he flew six or seven meters in the air and landed on the wall of a house on the side.
In an understatement, he escaped the crazy attacks of three people.
"Don't let him get away!"
Xin Gang roared angrily and was the first to leap up and pounce on Zhao Feng.
"run?"
Zhao Feng had a sarcastic look on his face, and the "Pushing Qi Jue" in his body was activated instantly, and he used the "Piao Ling Du" lightening technique, and his body turned into an afterimage, passing by the wall.
not good!
Xin Gang was shocked, and felt a breathless and oppressive feeling coming from the side.
Bang——
Xin Gang was in mid-air and barely managed to catch a punch, when he felt a huge force from an angry dragon coming towards him, and his figure immediately flew out.
Wow!
Xin Gang spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and hit the stone wall with his body, smashing several bricks and tiles.
"This guy's strength is probably at the level of a quasi-warrior, and I can't even take a single move from him.
Xin Gang's vision almost went dark, and he quickly reminded his companions: "Xin Yu, Xin Chen, be careful——"
However, before he could remind him, another scream came from his side.
"ah……"
Another member of the Xin family was punched five to six meters away and suffered fractures on the spot.
"Run!"
The last member of the Xin family was so frightened that he ran away.
However, just as he escaped a few steps, the wind roared behind him.
boom!
He didn't even have time to take action, his vision went dark and he fainted...
In terms of speed, Zhao Feng is faster than a third-level martial arts disciple who practices advanced light-body techniques, and can even be compared with a fourth-level martial arts disciple.
"I'll spare you this time. If you mess with me next time, I won't forgive you lightly!"
Zhao Feng glanced at Xin Gang coldly, then jumped up and floated away like a feather.
"What a terrifying strength, and that terrifying speed..."
The young man next to Xingang was completely dumbfounded.
"Zhao Feng has just been promoted to the third level of martial arts, and he already has the strength of a 'quasi-martial artist'."
Xin Gang took a deep breath, feeling lingering fear.
At this moment, Zhao Feng's strength can definitely compete with Xin Fei's and keep him far away.
After sending Xingang and others away, Zhao Feng returned to the Zhao clan's territory.
Entering the outer layer of the family, some familiar Zhao clan disciples suddenly flashed a hint of surprise when their eyes passed over Zhao Feng.
"When did Zhao Feng advance to the third level of martial arts?"
These outer level disciples were surprised by Zhao Feng's cultivation.
It should be noted that twenty days ago, Zhao Feng was still a first-level martial arts disciple.
"I heard someone say yesterday that this guy got a big deal in the 'Hengyuntian Forest'. He killed the ferocious beast 'Green-Headed Tiger King' with the Xin family's children, and took advantage of others' danger to get more than half of the profits."
Some well-informed Zhao clan disciples said.
"A ferocious beast is worth two to thirty thousand taels of silver. This boy must have purchased extremely precious medicinal materials to make his cultivation level improve by leaps and bounds."
"What's so great about relying on external forces to achieve breakthroughs in cultivation? Such people often have extremely poor actual combat abilities."
…
Some descendants of the Zhao clan nearby were either envious, despised or disdainful.
A smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Feng's mouth. He didn't expect that the news of his hunting of the "Green-Headed Tiger King" would spread to the clan so quickly.
Ignoring these people, Zhao Feng walked straight forward.
It won't take a while.
Zhao Feng returned home.
The first time he saw his mother, Zhao, was sewing clothes.
"Father, mother, this is one thousand taels of silver."
Zhao Feng walked into the house and placed a stack of banknotes on the table.
"Silver? One thousand taels?"
Mrs. Zhao was stunned and picked up the banknote on the table.
What's more, his father, Zhao Tianyang, also came over, his face full of surprise.
"One thousand taels of silver, where did you get so much money?"
Zhao Tianyang said in surprise.
In particular, when he discovered that his son's cultivation had reached the third level of martial arts, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"This is what happened..."
Zhao Feng briefly talked about his experience in Hengyuntian Forest.
After listening to their son's story, Zhao Tianyang and Mrs. Zhao looked at each other, not only surprised, but also slightly skeptical.
After all, Zhao Feng had never performed so amazingly before.
However, as a parent, who doesn’t want their children to get ahead?
Return to the room.
Zhao Feng sat cross-legged, looked around at the dilapidated houses and courtyards in front of him, and murmured: "There is still more than a month left for the family martial arts competition. If I become an inner-level disciple... my parents' status and treatment in the clan will be improved accordingly.
"
Closing his eyes, Zhao Feng's mind merged into his left eye.
In the dark space, the light cyan spiral halo extended to three feet.
When Zhao Feng was at the first level of martial arts, the length of the light green spiral halo was one foot, and at the second level of martial arts was two feet.
Now promoted to the third level, its length reaches the third level.
As the length of the spiral halo extended, Zhao Feng found that the ability of his left eye had greatly improved, and he could clearly see the details of things within a ten-mile radius, and his reflexes and mental strength also became stronger accordingly.
Thinking of this, he began to "decipher" the content behind Piao Lingdu.
After being promoted to the third level of martial arts, Zhao Feng's left eye ability improved and his cracking speed increased greatly.
Looking at the content behind "Piao Ling Du", more and more things have been cracked.
One-third... one-quarter... one-fifth... left
Rapid progress!
late at night.
When Zhao Feng is exhausted, "Piao Ling Du" is about to be completely cracked.
this moment.
Zhao Feng held his breath and read the information behind.
"This set of light-body techniques is actually..."
Suddenly, an astonishing light flashed in his eyes, which was immediately replaced by a touch of ecstasy!