Tianlong Wusheng's public apology caused a great sensation on the earth, but as another protagonist, Wang Feng didn't care about all this. He still focused on cultivating hard at the genius base.
A month passed in the blink of an eye, and Wang Feng's ability to control the flying knives finally stabilized at the peak level. At this time, he was able to tie with the thunder knives.
The codename Xiao Wang Feidao has also become the focus of many cultivators.
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The weather in March is extremely cold and rainy.
Everest, in an ancient villa in the Genius Base, the principal, Lingxu Taojun, sat cross-legged and meditated.
Suddenly, a burst of music from mountains and flowing water sounded.
"Huh? Who is looking for me?" Daojun Lingxu couldn't help but open his eyes and frowned at the number on the communicator. His face suddenly changed, his pupils shrank, and his face became solemn.
"Master President!" Lord Lingxu said with a respectful look on his face.
Then, an indifferent voice came from the communicator.
Daojun Lingxu listened carefully, his face gradually became ugly, and his eyes were full of solemnity and anger.
"Tell this to Wang Feng, there is no need to hide it from him!" With the last sentence, the communicator returned to silence.
Daojun Lingxu put down the communicator, his face was wrinkled, and there was a trace of anger in his eyes: "Damn Warrior Guild, I knew that Long Wusheng had no good intentions that day."
"Wang Feng, alas..."
With a slight sigh, Lord Lingxu walked out of the villa.
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Wang Feng's villa, underground training room.
Wang Feng, who was only wearing a vest and shorts, was sitting cross-legged on the ground, practicing the Nine Transformations Golden Body.
After a long time, Wang Feng slowly opened his eyes, frowned, and showed a trace of confusion on his face.
"I have completed the nine levels before the first turn with a little effort, but I can't break through the second turn. Why?" Wang Feng thought depressingly.
His Nine-turn Golden Body has been stuck at the peak of the first turn for several months, and he has never been able to find an opportunity to break through. It seems to have encountered a bottleneck.
Although Wang Feng still has 100 million in savings, he can only rely on his own talent to become a martial artist.
Take the geniuses at the genius base as an example. The geniuses who can come here are all wealthy people, and their physical fitness has already reached the nine-star warrior level.
But among the thousands of students, those whose physical fitness can reach the level of a one-star martial artist can only reach the level of one palm.
This is not because it is difficult to become a martial artist, but because these geniuses spend all their talents on cultivation and only have very little time to study martial arts, so their progress is so slow.
Although Wang Feng spends a lot of time on martial arts, after all, he has only practiced for a year, and he has to concentrate on practicing and controlling flying knives. Naturally, this progress cannot be very great.
Therefore, he is in a bottleneck at the moment.
"I don't know when I will be promoted to the realm of martial arts master!" Wang Feng secretly shook his head. He is now a three-star Taoist master. If his physical fitness reaches the realm of martial arts master, then the mental power released by the mysterious glass fragments is likely to promote him to the fourth level.
Star Taoist, Five-star Taoist, etc.
Wang Feng has already tasted the pleasure of rapidly improving his strength twice, so he is looking forward to it very much.
"Master, someone is looking for you!"
Just when Wang Feng was sighing secretly, Xiao Lu's voice came from outside the training room.
"Who is it?" Wang Feng asked curiously and walked out of the training room. He was wondering, who would come to him at this time? Reka? Thunder Sword? He knew these two students at the Genius Base.
"It seems to be your principal!" Xiao Lu said, blinking her big eyes.
"What!"
Wang Feng was startled, quickly changed his clothes and ran to the living room.
Sure enough, the person who came was indeed Lord Lingxu.
Daojun Lingxu was drinking tea at this time. When he saw the panting Wang Feng, he immediately smiled and said: "I'm taking the liberty to come here, I won't disturb your practice!"
Seeing Wang Feng coming up from the underground training room, Lord Lingxu guessed that Wang Feng was practicing just now, and a glimmer of appreciation flashed in his eyes.
"Senior, it's my honor to come to Humble House!" Wang Feng waved his hand quickly.
"Okay, sit down, I have something to tell you!" Daojun Lingxu pointed to the sofa beside him, his face gradually becoming serious.
Wang Feng also felt the solemnity of the atmosphere, sat down as he was told, and looked at Taoist Lord Lingxu doubtfully.
"The president asked me to come!" Daojun Lingxu's first words gave Wang Feng a bad feeling.
President?
Isn't that Taoist Immortal Duan Ziyang, one of the two legendary figures on earth?
There was even more confusion on Wang Feng's face. How could someone like the president let Lord Lingxu come to him? This seemed impossible.
After all, the president is so high up there that only some Dao Lords in the entire Mount Everest can see him. For example, only the top ten students at the Genius Base have met the president once.
He, Wang Feng, had just entered the genius base for a year. Although he performed well, he didn't think he could attract the president's attention.
"Wang Feng, the Federal Council has just passed a decision. You, the hundred newcomers who have just joined the Genius Base, will participate in the joint trial organized by the Warriors Guild." Dao Lord Lingxu said slowly.