On the top of the pavilion, the dull young man and Ye Lingyun were swept in by the billowing dust.
The two looked at each other with horror on each other's faces, staring at the movement in the dust below.
The battle between the six geniuses off the court was truly majestic, completely comparable to the battle between the ninth level martial arts masters.
At this moment, even Guangjun Hou, who was standing in the trees in the distance, was staring closely at the dust area, with a hint of joy on his face.
The center of dust.
Bei Mo stood on the same spot, with his feet rooted half an inch into the soil. The trees and rockeries around him all collapsed and shattered, and everything in his field of vision was devastated.
Around him, several other teenagers looked pale and embarrassed.
Among them, Nangong Fan and Yang Qingshan, who were facing each other head-on, both suffered internal injuries and looked poor.
Zhao Yufei and Feng Yinyue, who attacked from the side, were also knocked away and suffered minor injuries.
But there is one exception.
At the edge of the dust area, there was a young man standing. His clothes were rustling, but there were no wounds on his body. He just had a solemn expression and was breathing heavily.
"This guy's strength is probably more terrifying than most ninth level experts..."
Zhao Feng's chest rose and fell as he stared at Bei Mo in the center of the dust.
From a branch to a clan, from Yuyang City to Guangling County, Zhao Feng had never encountered such a terrifying genius.
Perhaps, only Xin Wuhen, the mysterious young man who had fought against each other before, could take it out and compare it with him.
The dust cleared and the situation on the field was very clear.
Bei Mo stood there with no expression on his face and said calmly: "The attack just now only activated 60% of my strength."
Sixty percent strength!
The geniuses present were shocked and wanted to speak, but they couldn't even utter a single word.
Is this the true strength of Bei Mo?
There was a trace of bitterness on the corner of Feng Yinyue's mouth. He truly realized why Bei Mo could become the only direct disciple of Marquis Guangjun, while he and others could only be regarded as registered disciples.
He didn't expect that the gap between direct disciples and registered disciples would be so big.
It’s no wonder that the other party gained the attention of Marquis Guangjun.
"We haven't seen each other for only a month, and Junior Brother Beimo has become so strong. His strength is almost the same as that of you and me."
Ye Lingyun sighed softly.
In the courtyard pavilion, all the young people were speechless.
There was dead silence.
On the big tree in the distance, Marquis Guangjun looked into the distance with a smile on his face, and murmured: "It's almost time, the time is coming..."
Half a while passed.
Dead silence returned to the courtyard.
"Oh, Junior Brother Beimo, we are convinced."
Yang Qingshan was a little helpless and said with a decadent expression.
Nangong Fan looked helpless, with a hint of jealousy and unwillingness flashing in his eyes.
On the contrary, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei should be calmer because their cultivation levels are quite different from Bei Mo's.
"Junior Brother Zhao."
Suddenly, Bei Mo's voice changed and his eyes fixed on Zhao Feng.
Um?
Zhao Feng was startled, what happened?
The eyes of several geniuses on the field also fell on him.
"Did you make that finger just now?"
Bei Mo stared at him closely and waved his sleeves.
A few people took a closer look and saw a small hole as wide as an index finger on Bei Mo's sleeve.
Of course, this small hole is only limited to Bei Mo's sleeves. His arms are as white as before, without a trace.
how did you do that?
Even so, this surprised several people on the field.
When everyone was fighting at that time, Bei Mo could be said to have swept across with a stern look. The "Ripple Technique" was like a sky net that was as vast as a sky net. It was not leaking, and even the attacks of Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan could not get close.
Under the surprised and suspicious glances of several people, Zhao Feng smiled slightly: "Maybe it's a fluke."
lucky?
Yang Qingshan had some doubts in his eyes. Among the people who had besieged Bei Mo just now, only Zhao Feng seemed to be unscathed.
Not only that, his finger attack actually penetrated into the flaws and gaps in Bei Mo's technique, leaving a small hole in the latter's sleeve.
If one of them can be achieved, it may be attributed to luck, but if two points are met at the same time, the probability of coincidence is very slim.
"Huh!"
Ye Lingyun and the three guards who were watching the battle in the dark were also slightly surprised.
The previous confrontation was so chaotic that they didn't notice these details.
On the other hand, Marquis Guangjun, who was standing on the big tree in the distance, had a flash of light in his eyes and whispered: "With incredible insight, in that chaotic scene, he caught the flash of flaws in Mo'er's body and stabbed her with his fingers from the air.
Hit the target.”
Apart from the parties involved, Zhao Feng and Bei Mo, the only person who fully understood the truth of the process was Marquis Guangjun.
Marquis Guangjun also analyzed it afterwards and did not pay attention to this detail at the time.
"A fluke?"
Bei Mo didn't pursue it further, but felt a little uncomfortable.
He single-handedly shocked six top talents and could have had a "perfect ending".
But unexpectedly, there was an exception like Zhao Feng. Not only was he not injured, but a small hole as wide as an index finger was left on his sleeve.
This is arguably the only stain.
Since being accepted as a personal disciple by Marquis Guangjun, he has almost never lost to others among his generation.
But since meeting Zhao Feng, he has made exceptions again and again.
First, he lost to Zhao Feng in terms of memory, and now the other party let his perfect ending leave a stain.
A friendly discussion between fellow disciples ends here.
Hidden behind the scenes, Ye Lingyun, the three guards, and Marquis Guangjun left one after another.
From this competition, all the disciples of Guangjunhou gained something, and they all went back to retreat to meditate.
On the way back, Zhao Feng still thought of Bei Mo's invincible blow.
It's really too strong!
Zhao Feng couldn't find a way to confront him head-on.
Moreover, that stern blow only used 60% of Beimo's strength.
Zhao Feng once opened his left eye and observed Bei Mo. He found that the other party's cultivation level was extremely close to the ninth level. The inner strength of the martial arts he cultivated was very special. Its level of power was better than his own "Returning Qi Jue".
After analysis, he determined that Bei Mo had practiced at least two or three holy martial arts.
Among them, the "Ripple Technique" is somewhat more powerful than ordinary holy martial arts.
This made Zhao Feng realize that even in holy martial arts, there are high and low levels.
Soon, he remembered what he saw in the library about the classification of holy martial arts levels.
"Saint Grade Martial Arts is divided into lower level, intermediate level, high level, and top level. What I saw in the 'Sacred Grade Building' that day should have been lower level Saint Grade."
Zhao Feng has a lot of knowledge and information in his mind.
In the past two days, he "obtained" a large amount of knowledge in the library, and his experience has greatly increased, but there is still more knowledge that has not been digested by him.
…
After returning to his residence, Zhao Feng began to understand the lessons learned from today's competition and benefited a lot.
Especially the "Four Winds" style, "Suifeng Style", the essence of which has been understood.
Not only that, Zhao Feng also had a breakthrough understanding of the second move "Tornado Style".
call!
Zhao Feng circulated his inner energy, his body and hands danced gently, and the sound of breaking the air came from all around him. The inner energy caused the strong wind to rotate and howl wildly.
Star finger!
Zhao Feng pointed out, and the sound and momentum of the wind howling exploded around him. A simple finger seemed to activate the wind around him, causing a wide-scale impact.
"So that's it. The 'Following Wind Style' is very useful for body and footwork, while the 'Turning Wind Style' can increase the power and momentum of the moves, and can also produce a range of power."
Zhao Feng became more and more enlightened.
The four wind styles are: following wind style, tornado style, residual wind style, and gale style.
Each form is more profound and more powerful than the other.
So far, Zhao Feng has mastered the Sui Feng Style, and he has also mastered the Wind Wind Style by five or six points.
If he guessed correctly, the following Residual Wind Style and Gale Wind Style must be powerful attacking moves.
For several days in a row, Zhao Feng was mostly comprehending.
This day.
Zhao Feng woke up from his realization and opened his eyes.
"Mr. Zhao, Master Ye Lingyun has sent word that he has summoned you."
The servant's urgent voice came from outside the door.
Usually if there is no urgent matter, the servants will not disturb him.
But this time, it seems unusual.
Zhao Feng walked out of the house and got the gathering place from the servant.
The gathering place is at Tianwei Camp.
After a while, Zhao Feng came to the pavilion in the middle of the wasteland of Tianwei camp.
When he arrived, many people were already sitting in the pavilion.
The two leaders were none other than the dull young man and Ye Lingyun.
Next are the registered disciples of Marquis Guangjun and the ten young geniuses of the new "Ten Heavenly Guards".
After a while, Bei Mo and Yang Qingshan also arrived.
Everyone is present.
"Master Sanwei, what happened?"
a young man asked.
The dull young man said: "It is somewhat related to the last mission to suppress bandits."
Bandit suppression mission?
Zhao Feng was slightly surprised. Last time in the bandit area, weren't the bandits killed to pieces?
All the young people present also looked puzzled.
Zhao Feng then thought about it, if it was just to suppress bandits, there would be no need to dispatch several disciples of Marquis Guangjun, and even his direct disciple Bei Mo would come.
"The thing is like this. In the Hengyun Tianlin bordering the bandit area where you suppressed the bandits last time, a large number of ferocious beasts and wild beasts jumped out, attacking nearby villages and towns, and even formed a large-scale 'tide of beasts'. Some
Kill with purpose towards Guangling County."
Ye Lingyun explained the reason.
Beast tide?
The young people present were a little surprised.
How could a beast wave occur for no reason in an area invaded by bandits?
Zhao Feng couldn't help but think deeply, but he remembered the situation when he was chasing the leader of Can Lang that day.
At that time, while chasing into the Hengyuntian Forest, Zhao Feng's left eye saw the terrifying "man in a hat" and several high-level ferocious beasts that appeared inexplicably.
"The scale of the beast tide is extraordinary. There are a large number of low-level beasts, as well as some high-level beasts. They have destroyed several villages and towns, and will even threaten Guangling County."
Ye Lingyun looked solemn.
High level ferocious beast?
Some young people on the field couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble.
There are many rumors about the terror of high-level ferocious beasts.
Zhao Feng has personally experienced how terrifying the "dual-winged saber-toothed tiger" and "bloody python" he encountered in Hengyuntian Forest were. Each one has the power to destroy villages, and can even threaten cities like Yuyang City.
Such a small town.
"Guangling County has dispatched troops and warriors, but the manpower is still somewhat insufficient. This beast wave is also an opportunity for you to experience. Lord Guangjun has given an order to send you to assist in the defense."
The dull young man explained his intention.
Auxiliary defense?
When the young people heard this, they breathed a sigh of relief, and many of them even showed a little excitement.
"Through fighting, you can improve your strength and stimulate your potential."
Zhao Feng's mentality is optimistic and positive.
Just when everyone was talking.
Chirp——
A sharp scream came from the sky above Guangling County, shocking the soul.
"What's going on! Could it be that the ferocious beast has already reached Guangling County?"
Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat.
His left eye instantly penetrated a distance of twenty to thirty miles and saw a huge golden bird in the sky. It spread its wings and flew, swallowing clouds and air. It was majestic and more powerful than the two-winged saber-toothed tiger he had seen.