Zhao Feng's performance also surprised the three people present, Yang Qingshan, Feng Yinyue, and Zhao Yufei.
"Isn't this guy simple? He can actually successfully launch an attack within the range of Junior Brother Nangong's 'Turbo Magic' aura."
Yang Qingshan had a strange look on his face, grinned, and looked interested.
The two men were fighting on the field. Zhao Feng's figure was fluttering in the wind, and his "Pointing Star Finger" shone like stars, and his fingers stabbed in the air like thunder, like a shooting star of youth.
"Following the Wind Style" allows Zhao Feng's body skills and attacks to go beyond the original constraints, appearing as elegant as the wind, with endless changes. All movements comply with the call of the wind, and are free and comfortable.
Nangong Fan's "Turbine Magic" uses internal energy to activate the wind style and pull the invisible aura, but it was resolved by Zhao Feng's "Following Wind Style" and even borrowed from it.
In a short period of time, Nangong Fan's holy martial arts was unable to suppress Zhao Feng.
This made him look a little embarrassed.
As a fellow senior, he originally planned to "teach" Zhao Feng a few things and give him some color, but he didn't expect him to be so difficult to deal with.
"Turbo Cyclone!"
Nangong Fan let out a low shout, and a high-frequency vibrating energy erupted from his body. The wind force of his aura, which was originally attracted by a vortex, surged in all directions like a violent wind.
The violent wind contains high-frequency rotation and vibration, which is enough to crush a house in an instant.
What a terrible move!
Zhao Feng only felt a tightness in his chest, and the violently rotating wind tore his body violently, even faintly shaking into his internal organs.
"Is this the power of holy martial arts?"
Zhao Feng's left eye narrowed slightly, and he immediately discerned the internal vibration changes in the air, and basically understood the principles of Nangong Fan's moves.
He had reached the sixth level of his "Silver Wall Technique" practice, and faced the impact of this wind, he remained motionless.
Nangong Fan was shocked and felt that Zhao Feng was like a diamond-silver wall that was difficult to shake.
Huh!
Zhao Feng used his left eye to figure out the principles and secrets of Nangong Fan's moves, and found that they were similar to the second move of the "Four Winds", the "Curling Wind".
He immediately opened his left eye and captured the scene of Nangong Fan performing "Turbo Cyclone" into the space of his left eye.
Whoosh!
In the left eye space, a scene suddenly appeared, which was the process of Nangong Fan performing the holy move "Turbo Cyclone".
In the scene in the left eye space, the process of that move can be slowed down dozens of times, and can be viewed from multiple three-dimensional angles. Every detail is clearly visible.
Soon, the secret of this move and the "tornado style" that Zhao Feng understood were mutually confirmed and connected.
Zhao Feng's understanding of the "tornado style" improved accordingly, reaching as much as four or five points.
"Point Star Five Style!"
Zhao Feng's figure moved with the wind, and with a sharp and explosive finger, a patch of cyan starlight appeared in the void, some flashing in place, and some flashing through the air, gorgeous and charming.
Suddenly, the attacking power of Pointing Star Finger rose to a whole new level.
The fifth floor of "Pointing Star Finger"!
Feng Yinyue and Zhao Yufei, who were watching the battle on the sidelines, were frightened.
"Pointing Star Finger" is quite famous in Xiangyun Kingdom, and its cultivation is difficult and extremely risky.
This fingering method has seven levels in total. If you break through the fourth level, you can condense the fingering energy in the air, even if you don't break through the seventh level.
After cultivating to level five or above, your attacks will shine like stars. Not only will each finger be extremely powerful, but your attack speed will also be greatly increased.
What's even more frightening is that Zhao Feng seems to have seen through the gaps in Nangong Fan's "Turbo Cyclone". With his extremely powerful finger attacks, he breaks through the gaps and presses forward step by step.
"How did this guy do it..."
Nangong Fan finally lost his color, and he moved his hands rapidly, white air waves all around him, rapid explosions, and layers of wind rolls peeling off and exploding.
Boom boom——
When the two people came into contact, a pit with a diameter of two to three meters was created. The air flow swept for more than ten meters, dust flew up, and the sound was terrifying.
At the critical moment, Nangong Fan's cultivation reached the seventh level, surpassing Zhao Feng.
Teng!
Zhao Feng jumped over the space and landed on the ground, unscathed. His "Silver Wall Technique" reached the peak of the sixth level, and he could almost ignore Nangong Fan's suppressed attack at the eighth level.
Nangong Fan, on the other hand, looked almost embarrassed. He stood there, took a deep breath, looked sharply, and an invisible white air wave enveloped his whole body, like an air shield, flowing rapidly.
"Accepted."
Zhao Feng smiled slyly, his body flashed, and he sat back down silently.
"Junior Brother Zhao! Why don't you fight? Our competition is not over yet."
Nangong Fan was a little angry.
"Let me tell you, Junior Brother Nangong, your explosive cultivation just now has surpassed Junior Brother Zhao. As a senior brother, you don't want to bully the weak, right?"
Yang Qingshan's voice sounded at the right time.
From the discussion between the two, it was obvious that if they had the same cultivation level, Nangong Fan would not be able to defeat Zhao Feng, and would even suffer a small loss.
"I underestimated the enemy. I will have a 'formal discussion' with Junior Brother Zhao next time."
Nangong Fan sat back down slightly angrily.
Formal discussion?
Zhao Feng weighed the meaning of these four words.
If it is a formal competition, then Nangong Fan obviously intends to exert all his cultivation at the eighth level of martial arts without reservation.
In the courtyard, several fellow disciples were discussing with each other, but they had no idea that the whole process was not escaping the sight of some people in the dark.
At the top of the pavilion, two figures were sitting, a man in a blue shirt and a dull young man.
"Senior Brother Ye, this Zhao Feng is more powerful than expected. He has probably cultivated the "Silver Wall Technique" to the peak of the sixth level. He has also cultivated the dangerous and difficult martial art "Star Pointing Finger" to the fifth level. Moreover, he seems to have reached the fifth level.
Masters the secrets of some profound holy martial arts moves..."
The dull young man was a little surprised.
"You don't even think about who picked this genius."
Ye Lingyun said with a slight complacency.
Zhao Feng and Nangong Fan were observing the entire discussion just now.
Obviously, Zhao Feng's performance surprised the two of them.
"Well, it is indeed possible. I almost made a mistake."
A hollow and low voice sounded in their ears.
"right."
The dull young man and Ye Lingyun nodded subconsciously.
Ah! No...
The next moment, their hearts were beating wildly, and they shouted in silence: "Master!"
I looked back, but there was no figure in sight.
But Marquis Guangjun's voice clearly rang in their ears.
The two looked around, and finally saw Guangjun Hou sitting cross-legged on a big tree a few hundred meters away, hidden among the branches and leaves of the tree.
The aura of Marquis Guangjun seemed to be integrated with the trees. It was difficult to distinguish it without looking carefully.
This discussion between fellow disciples not only reached the ears of Ye Lingyun and the three guards, but even Marquis Guangjun got the news.
But it’s normal to think about it. Marquis Guangjun is the supreme controller of Guangling Mansion, and everything going on here cannot escape his control.
What's more, the objects of attention are his most valued disciples.
"Master attaches so much importance to this competition."
Sanwei and Ye Lingyun looked at each other, with horror in each other's eyes.
Marquis Guangjun's eyes fell more on Bei Mo.
In the competition between the fellow disciples, each performed well. The newcomers Feng Yinyue and Zhao Yufei were remarkable and had great potential.
Among them, Zhao Feng's performance brought surprises to several people.
Of course, what Marquis Guangjun cares most about is his direct disciple, Beimo.
"Beimo, we haven't discussed each other for a long time."
Yang Qingshan suggested.
In terms of strength, Yang Qingshan is slightly better than Nangong Fan, and among his peers, he is second only to Bei Mo.
Zhao Feng and others also showed interest.
In their eyes, Bei Mo can be described as a super genius and a pervert.
"It's boring to fight alone."
Bei Mo stood up but did not refuse to fight.
"you mean……"
Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan's eyebrows jumped.
Zhao Feng was also vaguely aware of the other party's intentions.
"You five, come together."
Bei Mo's voice was very steady, as if he was stating something completely normal.
What! Let’s go together?
Several people present, whether it was Nangong Fan, Yang Qingshan, or the newcomer Zhao Feng, were shocked.
Immediately, Nangong Fan and Yang Qingshan showed a hint of anger on their faces.
"Why, you don't dare?"
Bei Mo slowly walked to the middle of the five people.
"good!"
Feng Yinyue's face turned cold and she joined the battle circle.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan, one after the other, sandwiched Bei Mo in the middle.
Zhao Feng and the other three, whose cultivation levels are relatively low, stood on the edge, a little further away.
In an instant, the atmosphere on the field seemed extremely depressing.
The duel in the courtyard was divided into two parties.
There is only one person in Beimo, one of them, who has cultivated to the eighth level of martial arts.
On the other side, there are five people, Yang Qingshan, Nangong Fan, Feng Yinyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei, two people at the eighth level of martial arts, and three people at the seventh level of martial arts.
Isn't this a bit too much?
Zhao Feng was confused.
At this time, Ye Lingyun and the three guards on the roof also held their breath and concentrated.
"Turbine power!
Nangong Fan took the lead in launching an attack, and an invisible white wave of air burst out from his palm, forming a vortex and rushing toward Bei Mo.
Uh-huh~
Suddenly, a terrifying suction force enveloped Bei Mo. An ordinary eighth-level powerhouse would have been shaken unsteadily.
However, Bei Mo stood there, his clothes flying, but he didn't move at all.
His feet seemed to be rooted in the earth.
"Mountain collapse!"
Yang Qingshan shouted loudly and struck out with a palm in the air. The force of the palm was as heavy as a mountain, shaking the dust and sand in the air. It carried a huge force and pressure that caused the mountain to collapse, and crashed towards Beimo.
He and Nangong Fan, with one pressing as the main attacker and the other containing the auxiliary, worked together flawlessly.
At the same moment, attacks from Zhao Feng and three others came from the side.
Star finger!
The phantom moon splits the sky!
Qianye Lingwu!
Zhao Feng, Feng Yinyue, and Zhao Yufei's attacks came from three directions, with an astonishing momentum.
Among them, Zhao Feng's attack power is almost as powerful as the eighth level martial arts, while Feng Yinyue and Zhao Yufei's attacks are almost as powerful as those of the eighth level masters.
In an instant, the attacks of the five talented young men enveloped Beimo like a thundering storm.
"Well done! Ripples are destroyed——"
Bei Mo stood on the spot, his arms suddenly opened, and a layer of bronze-colored internal energy ripples vibrated like thunder, like hundreds of fierce horses, sweeping across all directions with overwhelming force, and I am the only one who dominates!
Boom boomka——
Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan, who were the first to bear the brunt, were instantly annihilated by the internal energy attack that broke through the air, and there was also a domineering bronze internal energy ripple that knocked their bodies away.
Wow!
Nangong Fan vomited blood in mid-air, while Yang Qingshan's arms were numb and numb, his face was pale, and he suffered some internal injuries.
Bang bang bang——
The remaining internal energy ripples of the bronze vibrated violently, destroying the air attacks of Zhao Feng and the others into a vacuum.
Zhao Yufei and Feng Yinyue groaned and flew out uncontrollably.
Hushua~
The aftermath swept across, billowing dust, almost covering the courtyard and pavilion where everyone was, and also covering up the truth of the scene...