Ling Feng didn't know it, but in just a short moment, Chen Ying thought a lot.
Although he was keenly aware that his recent progress in practicing internal skills was somewhat rapid, he did not think too much in other directions.
There is no concept of promotion from a low martial arts world to a medium martial arts world.
In addition to the increase in training speed, the power of attacks seems to have also increased.
However, he didn't pay too much attention to it and just thought it was a normal phenomenon.
Even if it is abnormal, it has a lot to do with one's own cultivation situation.
After all, he first cultivated the internal martial arts to its peak state, and then specialized in internal martial arts.
Maybe, the two can promote each other?
To be honest, he didn't have much interest in participating in the competition that the eldest prince might create. Although the boss Chen Ying said it seriously, he didn't believe it.
The Northland was actually called a martial arts desert by the warriors from the hinterland of the Qi Empire?
How ridiculous!
Of course, if you don’t have any tasks, it’s not a bad idea to go to the North City to have some fun.
After all, he hasn't been there for several years...
Although the development of Feihu Trail is getting better and better, it is still far behind Beidi City in terms of prosperity.
There is nothing we can do about this, the population limit on Flying Fox Trail is too high.
Even if there are any development plans and ideas, they cannot be implemented due to the number of people.
"Boss, where are the masters sent by the big tribe beyond the Great Wall fifty thousand miles away?"
Ling Feng changed the topic and said directly: "Although I don't care about their strength, it will always be a trouble if they are not solved in advance!"
"Do you know their current location?"
Chen Ying asked curiously: "You guys were inquiring about their movements before, right?"
"Can't hide it from the boss!"
Ling Feng laughed, walked to the wall, opened the curtain, pointed at a huge topographic map outside the Great Wall, and said with a smile: "Their location is in this generation!"
Chen Ying glanced at it, nodded and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'll go there myself and let them go back honestly!"
Ling Feng's eyes lit up and he asked curiously: "Boss, why do you suddenly want to take action personally? Isn't this inconsistent with your usual low-key style?"
He had heard Chen Ying's constant remarks about not liking fighting and killing, and seeing that Chen Ying was a homebody, he believed it, but now...
"At the Warriors Conference, I encountered a shaman who was tricking me!"
Chen Ying's expression remained unchanged and he said leisurely: "I suspect there will be shamans among this wave of people!"
"Shaman?"
Ling Feng's eyes widened and he was about to say something, but Chen Ying reached out to stop him.
"You kid, right now is not suitable for confronting such a being directly!"
"Why?"
"Your kid's spiritual cultivation is not enough. If you are faced with a shaman's spiritual attack method, how would you respond like this?"
"Well, if we don't give them a chance to use mental attack techniques, then it will be done. I have this confidence!"
"But I don't. People can use their methods from hundreds of miles away. How do you fight back? Can you just hit Baili with one punch?"
"Boss is joking. I believe that those shamans can't hit me accurately even though they are hundreds of miles apart, right?"
"But as soon as someone sees you, there is no need to prepare at all. It only takes a look to launch an attack. How do you respond?"
"You can launch an attack with just one look, aren't you kidding me?"
"Would you like to feel it?"
"Okay, shocked..."
I didn't see Chen Ying's movements, but his sharp eyes were as bright as stars, instantly scanning the unsuspecting Ling Feng.
Ling Feng's body stiffened suddenly, his eyes were dull and slowly revealed a look of fear.
At this time, in his thinking space, Ling Feng was being crushed by terrorist attacks.
For just a moment, he seemed to be in the depths of a boundless sea of blood, with an endless army of elites rushing towards him at all costs.
Lingfeng had no time to react and subconsciously launched the most powerful attack.
As a result, he didn't even resist the first wave of army charges. He was knocked away by a giant shield that came from nowhere, and then was trampled by countless footsteps.
He could clearly feel the horror of being trampled into a pulp.
"No……"
He let out an unconscious scream of panic, and the next moment his eyes blurred, and he had returned to the flower hall of the city lord's palace. The familiar sight made him confused for a while.
"That was just now..."
After a long time, Ling Feng finally woke up completely, and he stuttered and asked with a look of disbelief on his face.
Chen Ying chuckled and said leisurely: "It's just a small mental illusion!"
"What, mental illusion?"
Ling Feng looked unbelieving, shook his head and said: "It's so real, it scared me so much!"
This guy's heart is indeed big enough. He was in a state of boundless fear just a moment ago, but in the next moment he is talking and laughing again.
Even, after coming out of the terrifying mental fantasy just now, there is a trace of iron-blooded evil spirit between the eyebrows. Is this something gained?
Chen Ying smiled lightly. He couldn't say that these mental fantasies were war scenes that he had experienced or even witnessed personally, right?
Just noticing the change in Ling Feng's aura, he couldn't help but secretly sigh: Damn it, the son of luck just thought differently, and he was able to gain something just now.
"Boss, how did you do it just now? Can you teach me?"
Ling Feng's eyes shone and he couldn't wait to say: "I didn't expect the boss to have such methods, it's really surprising!"
"What's so surprising?"
Chen Ying sneered: "It's just a simple use of the power of the soul!"
Seeing Ling Feng's disapproval, he said with a smile: "As long as your mental power is strong enough, or your martial arts will is strong enough, you can influence the spirit of others!"
"So simple?" Ling Feng looked incredulous.
"It's that simple!" Chen Yingyun said calmly.
Seeing that Ling Feng was still confused, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Actually, the internal martial arts cultivation has reached the level of you and me, and the mental power is quite strong under the nourishment of Qi and blood!"
"What is missing is just a means, or channel, to directly release the spiritual will!"
As he spoke, he suddenly punched out. Ling Feng, who was opposite him, had no time to react and entered another scene in a trance.
Between the sky and the earth, a huge fist was getting bigger and bigger, almost filling the world that could be seen with the eyes.
Then it rolled towards him unceremoniously, but Ling Feng was horrified to find that he couldn't move, so he could only face the punch that filled the world.
This time, although he was frightened, he was fully prepared and did not scream in fright. There was no way the boss would really do anything to him.
Sure enough, the terrifying punch that filled the world finally stopped less than half an inch above his head. The majestic power of the punch made his hands and feet weak, and his heart was broken.
The next moment, he was in a trance again and returned to the familiar place of the Flower Hall of the City Lord's Mansion.
call……
"Boss, your methods are too exaggerated!"
When Ling Feng woke up, he felt that his head and body were covered in cold sweat, his face was very pale, and he couldn't speak with as much energy as before.
"I just want you, kid, to master the mental pressure in advance!"
Chen Ying retracted his fist and said leisurely: "Actually, such mental attacks are somewhat involved when practicing Neijiaquan, but they are not too in-depth!"
"No, I will have to work hard on spiritual cultivation in the future!"
After two consecutive 'scares', he already had a preliminary understanding of the methods of mental power. The next step was how to guide the practice.
Now that the boss Chen Ying has pointed out the direction of training, Ling Feng is confident that it will not take long before he can apply it to his own attack system.
As for more profound and subtle spiritual means, he didn't have much idea at all.
"Sure enough, one mountain is higher than the other!"
Ling Feng smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "If I really meet an accomplished shaman, my martial arts methods may not be very effective!"
“There’s no need to belittle oneself!”
Chen Ying reminded: "As long as your mental will is tempered to the point, basically ordinary mental methods are of no use to you kid!"
"I hope so!"
Ling Feng was a little shocked, and after chatting for a few more words, he took the initiative to say goodbye and leave. He had to go back and recuperate, otherwise his mental state would not be very good.
Shaking her head slightly, Chen Ying didn't know much.
Let this guy get in touch in advance, and the methods of the Chinese martial arts world are not bad.
I hope this guy can keep up...
Chen Ying can be sure that the innate masters coming from the hinterland of Daqi will definitely react in advance, and the competition will be interesting at that time.
He stood up and slowly walked out of the city lord's mansion...
Ten days later, Chen Ying appeared on the top of a mountain in the wilderness outside the Great Wall.
At the end of the field of vision, there is a small camp, with bonfires that are particularly bright in the dark night...
Here is the temporary residence of the second wave of masters from the large tribe outside the Great Wall fifty thousand miles away.
I don’t know if it was because the first wave of vanguard troops failed so miserably, or if there were some other reasons, but in short, this second wave of troops was much more cautious.
In ten days, I didn’t even move much...
It's so good that Chen Ying can catch them all in one go!
Thinking of this, the energy and blood in his body began to surge and surge, and he seemed to hear the sound of rushing waves in the river.
The muscles and bones in the body roared together, the internal organs vibrated rhythmically, and he opened his mouth to let out an earth-shattering tiger roar.
Ouch...
In an area of a hundred miles, the sound waves surged like water, quickly spanning an area of dozens of miles, and arrived at the temporary camp of the second wave of people sent by the large tribe outside the Great Wall.
The entire camp exploded immediately, but only painful groans, sharp screams, and unknown shouts of words could be heard.
No one rushed out of the huge camp, and even the members who had been staying by the campfire fell to the ground with bleeding ears.
This tiger roar really lasted for a long time, it took a full half-quarter of an hour to stop.
However, after the tiger's roar stopped, the area within a hundred miles was completely silent, and the numerous insects and birds in the wild, as well as the noises of wild beasts, could not be heard at all.
After a long time, at the temporary camp at the end of the field of vision, a man dressed as a shaman stumbled out of the tent of the temporary camp. He was bleeding horribly from his seven orifices, and screamed like a wounded beast...