On this day, the entire wilderness was boiling, and noises reached into the sky.
Such a thing cannot be concealed at all. Dozens of disciples of Mo Yunzong were defeated by one person in the evening. Even Zhang Yuan and Dong Yue were seriously injured.
It can be said that the warrior-level wilderness is like a hole being dug out.
All the disciples of Mo Yunzong were shocked. They never imagined that dozens of people besieged one person and they were defeated so tragically.
"Senior Brother Dong Yue and Senior Brother Gu Yong are seriously injured. What is Feng Lingtian's background?"
"How can a third-level warrior be undefeated in a battle with so many people? The warrior cyclone is just a bit special?"
Their faces were blue with anger, but ordinary warriors were fine. They were just filled with righteous indignation and gearing up.
However, the inner disciples of Mo Yun Sect all had serious expressions on their faces, especially the top ten young masters. The corners of their eyes shrank suddenly, knowing that they had encountered a powerful enemy.
The Feng Lingtian warrior's cyclone is very powerful, and his speed and martial arts skills are slightly better. This is the key to his victory.
"Speed is the ultimate weapon!"
A young man pursed his lips and flashed his eyes, showing an excited fighting spirit. Feng Lingtian was a formidable opponent.
However, he is looking forward to it.
"Hmph, if he hadn't escaped early, I would have let him know how powerful he is!" Bai Hu said.
The corners of his eyes were dim, and nine warrior cyclones vaguely appeared on his body. There was no doubt that he was a ninth-level warrior. Among the inner disciples of Moyun Sect, he was ranked among the top three. He had not yet met an opponent in the warrior-level mountain range.
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"Haha, Feng Lingtian is so awesome."
"The Mo Yunzong disciples have been bullying others too much these days, and finally one of my Lingwu Academy disciples couldn't help but take action."
"Good fight. If you want to monopolize the wilderness, Mo Yunzong's appetite is too big and you are not afraid of choking them to death."
The disciples of Lingwu Academy all roared excitedly, with fiery eyes and waving fists.
Mo Yunzong and Lingwu Academy have always been at odds with each other. Fights and disputes between disciples are commonplace. What happened today is just a microcosm of the competition between the two major forces.
However, Lingwu Academy has always been weak. It is also among the top ten inner sects, but it is still lagging behind Mo Yun Sect.
However, today, Feng Lingtian used his fists to teach the disciples of Mo Yun Sect a good lesson. It was an ironclad fact that one person swept away dozens of people.
For a time, the three words "Feng Lingtian" resounded throughout the wilderness. The warrior-level and martial-apprentice-level mountain ranges were all spread, and even the martial artist-level mountain ranges were known to some people.
Of course, this was spread intentionally by the disciples of Lingwu Academy, just to make Mo Yunzong disciples look bad.
"Feng Lingtian, you are so angry with me, don't let me touch you, or I will skin you."
Bai Hu gritted his teeth and said.
Wherever he went, there were a lot of discussions. Even the disciples of Mo Yunzong frowned when they looked at the top ten.
"Feng Lingtian's momentum is so high that even one of the top ten Mo Yun Sects can't even follow through with three moves."
"Let Bai Hu and Long Teng come, and let me, the masters of Lingwu Academy, knock them down one by one and beat them into pig heads."
When Bai Hu, Long Teng and others heard the rumors from Lingwu Academy, their faces turned black and black, and their teeth were grinding together.
"Let that Feng Lingtian come and fight, I promise not to beat him into a dog!" Bai Hu roared angrily.
"He's just a third-level warrior. Being fast doesn't mean he's invincible. I'll trample him to death." Long Teng roared.
Soon, the disciples of Lingwu Academy responded, and various rumors spread from all directions.
"Haha, Bai Hu, is Long Teng very strong?"
"If Feng Lingtian appears, you'd better run away with your butt in your lap, otherwise you'll be like Zhang Yuan, with your butt blossoming."
"A third-level warrior can defeat a group of you. When he reaches the fourth or fifth level, won't he sweep across your inner sect?"
"If it doesn't work, let the experts from Lingmen do it."
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"Ah, Feng Lingtian, I'm going to kill you!"
The lungs of Baihu and Longteng were about to explode. The disciples of Lingwu Academy were very hateful. They took their teasing, disdain and cynicism to the extreme.
The most important thing is that Mo Yunzong did suffer a huge defeat. This is an indisputable fact, and they can't even refute it.
It's a storm!
Feng Lingtian's name was famous in the wilderness, and he was so famous that he could be ranked with the top five. Some people even suspected that this was done by one of the top five in the inner sect of Lingwu Academy.
At this moment, Ling Feng, the instigator, was lying on his back on a bluestone in front of the thatched house, with his hands on his chest, eating barbecue and basking in the moonlight.
His injuries have all been healed with the nourishing pill, otherwise Ling Qing would be worried again when he comes back.
“It’s still a little lacking.”
He went through the previous battles in his mind, recalled them carefully, and found that there were still a few things that were not done well and needed to be improved.
The next day, Ling Feng and Ling Qing led the golden lion into the alchemy gate of Lingwu Academy.
"Boy, there's still a month left before the Alchemist Competition. Don't embarrass me, or else..."
"choke"
Yunmeng thrust the mysterious weapon in his hand into the ground with all his strength, bared his teeth and smiled, full of threats.
"Don't worry." Ling Feng patted his chest and promised firmly.
Now, he is already a high-level alchemy master. With the control of a spiritual master, even refining top-level high-level elixirs is easy, unless the opponent is an alchemy master.
However, after a few days of silence, Ling Feng also planned to try to refine Xuandan.
Xuandan is much more powerful than high-level elixirs. It is a huge watershed. Some alchemists need several years to succeed.
After all, the refining process of Xuandan is not comparable to high-level elixirs in terms of complexity and control. There are dozens of medicinal herbs, and refining them is too troublesome. If you are not careful, all your efforts will be wasted.
"Let's get started!"
Ling Feng's eyes were condensed. Although he was a spiritual master, he was extremely cautious.
The first type of mysterious elixir he chose to refine was the crystal condensation elixir, which is also the elixir that martial artists are crazy about. It can improve the martial artist's realm by one level.
The martial artist condenses the true energy, the martial artist condenses the cyclone, and the martial artist materializes the cyclone to form a crystal.
And Crystal Condensation Pill is a must-have!
"drink"
Ling Feng gave a soft drink and put all kinds of herbs into the alchemy furnace, releasing traces of golden thought power and integrating them into it. He wanted to have full control over it.
On the one hand, he suppressed the flames, and on the other hand, the warrior storm enveloped the dozens of medicinal herbs.
However, just a moment later, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. With his mental power, it was a bit too much to control so many herbs.
"puff"
The medicinal herbs exploded, and black ash was sprinkled on Ling Feng's face. He could only smile bitterly. There was a huge difference between an alchemy master and a senior alchemist.
"Come again"
Afterwards, he calmed down and devoted himself to alchemy again...
And in the evening, he sat down cross-legged, his eyes were very heavy, not like a nine-year-old child at all, they were the eyes of a martial saint, deep and powerful.
"Hanging Arrow!"
Ling Feng combed through all the memories in his mind, and finally exhaled a breath of turbid air, with a flash of aura in his eyes.
Hanging Arrow is not a martial skill, but a mysterious level soul skill. Among the many skills in the Holy Mountain, it is not very conspicuous, but it makes Ling Feng feel like he has found a treasure.
It can be said that as long as he understands the hanging arrow, his telekinesis will exert more terrifying power, and even a martial artist is not invincible.
"The power of thought turns into an arrow, and the sea of soul becomes a bow. An arrow can penetrate gold and crack rocks, killing all enemies."
Ling Feng chewed through the opening sentences of "Xuanjian" over and over again, and then slowly memorized the contents word by word.
That night, he sat cross-legged in the thatched hut, facing the moonlight, constantly thinking and thinking, sometimes his eyes would shine, sometimes he would frown slightly.
When daybreak came, he stood up suddenly, his eyes shining.
In the sea of his soul, the golden sword trembled sharply. It suddenly bent like a bow and shot out with a "bang". A trace of golden light suddenly shot out, rushing out from the gap in the thatched house, reaching three feet high.
Outside, it was as fast as lightning, and then exploded silently.
This is Xuanjian!
Under the cover of the sun, even Ling Qing couldn't detect the slightest bit. It was a fluctuation that could only be felt by a spiritual master.
Of course, just a trace of telekinesis is not enough to kill a warrior, and this is just Ling Feng's attempt. When he really uses all his telekinesis, the martial artist can still kill him.
"Xuanjian has three heavens. Now I have only comprehended the first heaven, but it is enough now."
Ling Feng lowered his head and pondered, with a subtle smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
"Why are you giggling? It's time to eat." Ling Qing tapped Ling Feng's head with her little finger.
After breakfast, the two went up the mountain.
On this day, Yunmeng was very quiet and had no intention of disturbing Ling Feng. However, seeing Ling Feng heaving a sigh of relief, she was still so angry that her teeth itched.
She finally figured out that the latter must be hiding, maybe he had really become a high-level alchemist, and now, that little guy was enriching his own pockets.
However, for the alchemist competition, she pinched her nose and endured it.
If you lose, go to him to settle the score!
"refining!"
In the alchemy room, Ling Feng's face was filled with joy. He found that after comprehending the hanging arrow, his mental power was under control and he became obviously much more relaxed.
His eyes were solemn, he memorized the critical points of various herbs, and his control of the heat was approaching perfection.
But even so, he still experienced failure again and again. Every time he finished refining the elixir, he was covered in sweat and exhausted.
It was not until the fifth day that the medicinal herb was finally extracted, like dozens of raindrops the size of peas, gathered together and colorful.
Then, they slowly merged together, and the color gradually changed, forming a vermilion liquid with a fragrant fragrance. It was as big as an eye, and under the warrior's storm, it made a "chichi" sound and white air flowed out.
come out.
"Prototype!"
Ling Feng's face was full of joy, and he drank lowly. The warrior's storm suddenly condensed, and he suppressed it bit by bit, making the various medicinal liquids more evenly distributed and removing impurities.
This step is also very difficult. Most alchemists have to go through hundreds or thousands of failures, but Lingfeng has the help of telepathy and gets twice the result with half the effort. After only dozens of failures, he succeeded.