However, under Ling Yunfeng's persistent stalking, Xiaotian became a little impatient, so he gave Feng Lei's gun to him. This made Ling Yunfeng secretly happy for a long time, and he couldn't help but said obscenely in his heart: "Looks like he is thick-skinned.
It’s also an extraordinary ability.”
Ling Yunfeng thought about it, and his current martial arts only had one move, Mountain Breaking Fist, and if he included the Soul-Destroying Spirit Seal, there were only two.
The Soul-Destroying Spirit Seal is a soul attack method. Xiaotian estimates that this level is at least equivalent to the Xuan-level soul skills in this world, and it will definitely become one of his trump cards.
But the Mountain-breaking Fist, according to Xiaotian's estimation, should only be equivalent to the Huang-level martial arts in this world. For some ordinary people, the level is quite high, but if you meet some disciples of the big sects, they don't have the high level.
It's strange that he has advanced martial arts skills, and he will definitely suffer the loss when fighting with others.
Although almost everyone now thinks that he is dead, and although he is in a much safer situation, he cannot never go back. Once his appearance is known to the Xiao family, he will definitely attract endless pursuit again.
At this time, Ling Yunfeng always felt that there was an invisible big shroud over his head, which might squeeze down on him at any time.
Besides, I am now in the vast mountains with many dangers. The more strength I have, the more chance I have to save my life.
For these reasons, Ling Yunfeng must quickly improve his strength, so that he can better deal with certain situations and protect his loved ones around him.
Nowadays, the best and fastest way to improve your strength is to practice some high-level martial arts.
From Xiaotian's mouth, Ling Yunfeng learned that the power of the Wind and Thunder Fist was much stronger than he imagined.
It is said that the Wind and Thunder Fist was one of Xiaotian's greatest tricks back then. With this Wind and Thunder Fist, Xiaotian had almost no rivals at the same level of cultivation.
This Wind and Thunder Fist has a total of three styles. The first style is the Wind and Thunder Shock that Ling Yunfeng just performed. The second style is called Wind and Thunder, which is dozens of times more powerful than the first style. The third style is called Wind and Thunder Killing, which is even more powerful.
The second formula is hundreds of times.
However, although the power of the Wind and Thunder Fist is powerful, it is extremely difficult to practice. Even Xiaotian could only practice the second style of the Wind and Thunder Fist, Feng Lei Dong.
According to the set of yellow-level martial arts and exercises that Xiaotian obtained in the Four-wing Qingluan Cave some time ago, it can be judged that the first style of the Wind and Thunder Fist is probably comparable to the high-level Xuan-level martial arts in this world.
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As for the levels of Feng Lei Dong and Feng Lei Sha, they are even higher. As for the martial arts equivalent to that level in this world, Xiaotian didn't say anything.
But Ling Yunfeng can probably guess that even the first style of Feng Lei Zhen is so high. Needless to say, the levels of the second and third styles are higher than the first style, at least equivalent to this world.
The martial arts skills of the local level are even higher.
Thinking of this, Ling Yunfeng couldn't help but feel a little excited, but he was also a little helpless, because Xiaotian said that his strength at this time was too low to be suitable for practicing Feng Lei Dong and Feng Lei Slay, so he resolutely refused to give it to him.
However, Ling Yunfeng felt relieved after thinking about it. At this time, there was no need for him to rush for the second and third styles of Fengling Fist. He still understood the principle of biting off more than he could chew. When he mastered the third style of Fengling Fist, he still understood.
After successfully practicing the first move, it is not too late to practice the second and third moves. Anyway, the Wind and Thunder Fist is with Xiaotian, and he is afraid of losing it.
However, the first style of Feng Lei Fist, Feng Lei Zhen, does not seem to be as easy to practice as Ling Yunfeng imagined.
At this time, it was already the twelfth time he tried to activate Feng Lei Zhen. However, it was obvious that he still failed this time, which showed how difficult it was to practice Feng Lei Zhen.
However, Ling Yunfeng is obviously not someone who will give up so easily. No matter in the past life or in this life, what Ling Yunfeng lacks most is never perseverance.
After scolding a few times, Ling Yunfeng's martial energy surged out again, pouring into his hands. His handprints flew, and he quickly condensed a fist seal with blue-white electric light on his fist and directed it towards the person in front of him.
Boulders bombarded him.
"Scoff!" The fist mark hit the boulder without making much noise. The boulder still trembled half-deadly for a few times before continuing to calm down.
"Fuck! I don't believe it anymore! Come again."
"laugh!"
"Brother, I'm having sex with you!"
In the valley, Ling Yunfeng shouted angrily again and again. After half an hour, the voice gradually became quieter. Ling Yunfeng's face turned pale, his martial energy had been exhausted, and he collapsed on the ground in exhaustion, gasping for breath.
Rough.
"This Wind and Thunder Fist is really fucking difficult to practice!" Ling Yunfeng cursed. This Wind and Thunder Fist is much more difficult to practice than the Mountain Breaking Fist. It seems that each level difference between this martial skill makes it more difficult to practice.
Much more.
After throwing a Huiyuan Pill into his mouth, Ling Yunfeng got up with difficulty, crossed his legs on the spot and adjusted his breathing to recover.
Whenever a cultivator is exhausted, the greatest benefit will be gained from cultivating immediately, because at this time, the muscles of the cultivator's whole body will be more greedy and thirsty for spiritual energy than ever before, and the muscles and veins everywhere in the body will also be the most
Plastic.
The extremely rapid recovery of martial energy can not only warm and nourish the muscles and veins to make them more flexible, but also has the effect of widening the muscles and veins. The width of the muscles and veins determines the flow speed of martial energy, which also means that it determines the practitioner's
The speed of attack during combat.
A duel between strong men can often decide a person's life or death in an instant, so the speed of this move may only be half a second faster. This time may seem extremely short, but it often determines a person's fate.
The Huiyuan Pill melts at the entrance, and is transformed into a stream of warm martial energy under the devouring and refining of the Heaven Refining Art. It fills the muscles and veins in Ling Yunfeng's body, and finally flows into the sea of qi continuously, replenishing the exhausted land's martial energy.
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With the help of the Huiyuan Pill, Ling Yunfeng can save a lot of recovery time. Generally, it takes a day or two for a martial artist to recover after being exhausted. But for Ling Yunfeng, who has the Heaven Refining Art and the Huiyuan Pill, as long as
Half an hour was enough, which saved him most of the time as he was already pressed for time.
About half an hour later, Ling Yunfeng slowly stood up, twisted his body, and stretched. The joints throughout his body made a "crackling" sound, which made him feel comfortable.
"Come again!" He felt that the martial energy in his body had almost recovered again, and this martial energy seemed to be much more solidified than before. Ling Yunfeng smiled with satisfaction, and the fist mark formed in his hand again, and a crystal fist mark slowly formed a package
On the fist, a strong bluish-white electric light glowed, and bursts of energy fluctuations leaked out.
After half a ring, the energy of the fist seal on the fist surface had been condensed to the extreme. Ling Yunfeng no longer suppressed it, and then punched forward fiercely. The blue-white fist seal wrapped around the fist and flashing with electric light suddenly came out of the fist.
Sweeping out, it violently crashed towards the boulder pile.
"Bang!"
In an instant, the fist mark hit the boulder in front, and a low blast sound suddenly sounded in a blue-white electric light. The power of the fist mark seemed to be much stronger than before, but it still didn't seem to be shaken.
That boulder.
Ling Yunfeng glanced at the boulder that was just half-dead and trembling, shook his head with a smile, and then continued to wave his arms to try.
After repeated failures and attempts, the sky gradually darkened. Ling Yunfeng dragged his tired body back to a temporary shelter he had found a few days ago. After eating some dry food, he stuffed a Huiyuan Pill into his mouth.
, sitting on a simple temporary bed set up in the cave and regulating his breathing.
Before it got dark the next day, Ling Yunfeng continued to practice the Wind and Thunder Fist by the pool, and the sound of low explosions mixed with angry curses echoed in the valley again.
Until it got dark again, Ling Yunfeng still returned to the cave to adjust his breathing.
Time passed by slowly like this, and five days had passed before he knew it. Although Ling Yunfeng had never exerted the true power of the Wind and Thunder Fist, he could obviously see that he had made slight progress.
The progress is enough to encourage Yun Feng to continue to persevere...
In a large courtyard of Feng Lin Adventure Camp, dozens of men in uniforms were guarding outside a hall with weapons. Looking at the uniforms on these people, they were clearly members of the Dark Ghost Mercenary Group.
In the gloomy hall, standing at the head is a middle-aged man in gray robe with a gloomy face. In addition, there are more than a dozen men sitting on both sides of the head. The auras of these men are quite powerful.
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Among them, a middle-aged man and a bald man were familiar to Ling Yunfeng. These two people were Zhang Lun, the third commander of the Dark Ghost Mercenary Regiment, and the retinue of the fourth commander.
But at this time, the two of them were sitting quietly in the hall, with their heads lowered and not daring to make a sound. Obviously, there should be a character they were afraid of in the hall.
At this time, in the center of the hall, three cold corpses lightly covered with white cloth were lying quietly on the ground.
Looking at the three corpses, everyone in the hall remained silent, not daring to make the slightest sound, because they could already detect the cold murderous feeling emanating from the body of the middle-aged man in gray robe at the head of the hall.
meaning.
"Who can tell me what happened and who killed my son?"
The middle-aged man in gray robe stared at the three corpses in the hall with blood-red eyes, his face was extremely ferocious, his teeth were gritting, and in his sinister voice, suppressed violent anger and murderous intent came from his mouth.
"Bang!" The next moment, the middle-aged man in gray robe suddenly swung out a palm with a fierce momentum, smashing a table next to him into pieces, and roared crazily: "No matter who dares to kill me, Yu Lin
His son and brother, I swear I will not be a human being until he is cut into pieces."
In fact, it is not surprising that this middle-aged man in gray robe would be so out of control. It would be difficult for anyone not to go crazy if his two sons and a brother were killed.
"Tell me, what on earth is going on?" After a while, the gloomy middle-aged man took a deep breath, suppressed his inner emotions a little, and then glanced at the people in the hall with cold eyes and asked.