Feng Chuangu left after saying some words of encouragement to the guards, and now the Feng family is in the midst of a major reform, and many things must be done by him himself, and he must not be sloppy. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Ning Chuan didn't stay, the purpose of his coming here was to help the Feng family train elite soldiers.

For the next whole day, Ning Chuan wandered around the training ground. There were also many guards who came over to ask Ning Chuan about his cultivation, and Ning Chuan was also not stingy and knew everything, which made the guards feel a lot, and the distance between the guards and Ning Chuan was much closer.

"Look up, keep your chest up, face the enemy, the most important thing is the eyes. With a torch in his eyes, before the battle, he can suppress the enemy and occupy a very advantageous advantage!"

Ning Chuan spoke eloquently and passed on his combat experience to the three hundred guards. The reason why bandits are scary is because they have been killed for a long time, and they have already developed eyes like knives, which make people shudder.

On the other side of the martial arts training ground, Feng Xueyi held a sun umbrella and quietly watched Ningchuan not far away under the green shade.

The sun shone on his face, and beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks, but he didn't feel the slightest feeling, and he was in high spirits in the crowd, pointing out the country.

He is not handsome, but he is arrogant, neither humble nor arrogant, and once saw that he was uneven and pulled out a knife to help her, saving her from the hands of bandits. In the face of Xu Tengfei, the second day of Liuyun City, he did not give in the slightest, and challenged the high-flying Xu Tengfei with his meager realm.

"Miss, don't blame me for being too talkative, since your marriage with Gongzi Xu has been canceled, why don't you want Gongzi Ning Chuan to confess?"

Feng Dong, as the personal attendant of the wind and snow suit, is naturally the most clear about the mind of the wind and snow suit. Feng Xueyi stood from a distance and watched, and even the wind was very anxious.

"Is this love?"

Feng Xueyi asked himself over and over again in his heart. In the past, because of the marriage of the two families of Feng Xu, Feng Xueyi had not seen Ning Chuan for a long time. Now that the marriage between the Feng and Xu families has been dissolved, she feels that appearing in front of Ning Chuan rashly is too abrupt, and it is not what a girl should do.

"That's it, just watch him quietly. ”

made up her mind in her heart, Feng Xueyi's mood calmed down, and she stood in the distance like this, looking at the young man in the training ground.

Under the scorching sun, Ning Chuan suddenly saw a girl not far away, under the pink umbrella, with red face and red lips, a pair of clear and moving eyes, the color of the country and the city, no one can compare. Although it was not the first time that Ning Chuan had seen Feng Xueyi, Feng Chuangu had told Ning Chuan about Feng Xueyi's feelings for him, and he couldn't help but feel strange.

Ning Chuan was about to step forward and say hello to Feng Xueyi, who was already moving with the wind, lifted the light yarn, and fled in the wilderness. Ning Chuan's foot could only be withdrawn, so he was not embarrassed.

In Liuyun City, there is a proverb: a woman's heart, a needle under the sea. It was only today that Ning Chuan understood the meaning, obviously Feng Xueyi was here to see him, but he didn't expect that when he wanted to step forward, Feng Xueyi was avoiding him from a distance.

This made Ning Chuan, who had no emotional experience, puzzled.

Looking at the snow suit again, bursts of blush have appeared on her face, this is the first time that the snow suit has lost the cold color of the past, more of it, it is the girl's shyness, her face is full of redness, and her heart is like a deer colliding with each other.

In the wind tunnel on the side, I looked at the wind and snow suit with a smile on my face, like a little girl, and the wind was moving for the first time. Feng Xueyi has no mother since he was a child, and he can't cultivate, his mind is far more mature than his peers, and he will take many things to heart. Now, in front of Ning Chuan, she really shows the posture of a little daughter.

"Miss, in my opinion, Ning Chuan must be the dragon among people, if you don't start early, I'm afraid you won't have a chance. ”

got the order of the Feng family master, and the wind wantonly instigated Feng Xueyi to confess to Ning Chuan. It is not so much that Feng Dong is the attendant of the Feng family, but that the elders of the wind and snow clothes are more suitable.

Feng Xueyi knew that she couldn't stay here, her pace under her feet quickened, and she fled from the range of the wind, and in her heart, she also didn't understand why she became so panicked when Ning Chuan was about to come over.

The day passed quickly, and Ning Chuan returned to the Ziyang Martial Arts Courtyard again, and the sky was already dark.

"It's time to cultivate the Wind Fire Sky Thunder Fist!"

Ning Chuan said secretly in his heart. It's been a few days since he's been back in Liuyun City, and these days he's been putting himself in leisure and putting his martial arts cultivation aside. The trip of more than ten days to the Yuanjing ore vein has kept him in a high level of mental tension, and now it is time to relax.

The path of cultivation is long and requires a degree of relaxation, and if you keep yourself in tension, it is easy to go crazy when you cultivate.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the scene of the powerful practice of the Wind and Fire Sky Thunder Fist appeared in his mind over and over again, and the elegance was peerless. Ning Chuan had tried to see the appearance of the great power clearly, but his appearance was covered with a layer of white mist, no matter how strong Ning Chuan's spiritual power was, it would be devoured.

Wind Fist, as the name suggests, does not move like a mountain, moves like lightning, and is incredibly fast. Find the flaws in the enemy's body when they attack, and give the enemy the deadliest blow with the fastest attack!

With his heart, Ning Chuan punched out one punch after another, and every time he punched, his punching speed would be a few points faster, knowing that in the end, every punch he threw was extremely erratic, and he could scrape up bursts of mineral powder and scrape off the green leaves of the plants in the yard.

But Ning Chuan didn't stop, because this is not the limit.

The powerful wind fist is ethereal, there is no trace, and the angle of the punch is tricky, Ning Chuan's current state is just beginning to take shape.

"What the hell should I do?"

Ning Chuan kept thinking about this problem in his heart, he had done everything according to the great power, but the results achieved were not ideal, and he always felt that something was missing.

One Hundred Punches...... Two hundred punches...... Six Hundred Punches......

Even Ning Chuan himself didn't know how many punches he swung out, his muscles were already sore, sweat had soaked his upper body, and the ground was covered with layers of fallen leaves. But he didn't give up, silently thinking about the mystery contained in the Wind Fist in his heart.

"The tree wants to wait, but the wind does not stop. ”

This is the only elaboration about the Wind Fist left by Da Neng, and Ning Chuan's mind just can't figure it out.

Lying on the ground, Ning Chuan gasped heavily, his body had reached a limit, and if he continued, he was afraid that he would hurt his muscles and veins. took out a tiger bone pill from the storage ring, stuffed it into his mouth, and gradually regained his strength.

A breeze blew, and the wind swept up a remnant leaf on the ground, swaying in the air, and wanted to fall, but it was blown up again by the wind, and drifted far away, until it disappeared into the night.

Ning Chuan immediately bounced up from the ground as if he had grasped something, his eyes closed tightly, and he moved with the wind!

Punch after punch, Ning Chuan could no longer feel the fatigue of his body, on the contrary, every time he threw a punch, Ning Chuan felt a slight feeling of coolness coming from his body, moisturizing his tired body.

Without moving under his feet, Ning Chuan's fists were swinging in a strange rhythm, he was communicating with heaven and earth, gathering the breeze between heaven and earth on his hands.

With a punch, he brought up a few fallen leaves, floating on Ning Chuan's hands, wanting to continue falling. But Ning Chuan's fist was swung out again, and this time the wind was a little stronger than the first time, rolling up the fallen leaves a few inches high again.

"That's how it feels!"

Ning Chuan was overjoyed in his heart, found the right feeling, forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, punch after punch, and every time he brought out the wind, he would be one point stronger.

An hour passed, and a small hurricane centered on Ningchuan was slowly taking shape, and all the fallen leaves on the ground were swept up by the hurricane, dancing back and forth in mid-air. Ning Chuan, who was standing in the middle of the hurricane, at this time his fist could no longer be regarded as a fist, there was no specific move, there was no specific pace, wherever he went, the hurricane would follow more, and the green leaves would also flutter in the wind.

Accompanied by green leaves and hurricanes, Ning Chuan is not so much practicing, but rather dancing. An unprecedented visual feast quietly rose in the dark night of no one, and even Xiaohua did not notice that the small courtyard at this moment had undergone earth-shaking changes!

"Drink!"

Ning Chuan shouted, the fist in his hand had reached the extreme, and with one punch, all the hurricanes were included in his palm. But the fallen leaves did not fall, all lingering on Ning Chuan's fist, spinning like a streamer.

Slowly raising his hands, all the fallen leaves floated in the air, Ning Chuan's wind fist has been practiced, every punch, there is an invisible air flow around him, he can change the air flow at any time, virtual and real, so that the enemy is unable to guard against it!

This is the subtlety of the wind fist, it disappears without a trace, the virtual and the real intersect, and kills people invisibly!

Ning Chuan withdrew his fist, and the fallen leaves in mid-air fell weakly, losing the support of the wind, they could only stay on the ground forever, turning into spring mud and protecting flowers.

"The power of Xuan-level mid-grade martial arts!"

Ning Chuan slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were scorching, and he had a rough guess about the power of the Wind Fist. If the three fists are combined, they will reach the Xuan-level high-grade martial arts, and then the next fire fist will also be the power of the Xuan-level middle-grade martial arts.

With the Great Silence Annihilation Decision, the power of martial arts can be increased by a small level out of thin air, that is to say, Ning Chuan's current advice, with the use of the Great Silence Annihilation Decision, can reach the power of the strongest martial arts in Liuyun City - Xuan-level top-grade!

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Ning Chuan was already a little impatient to cultivate the Wind Fire Heavenly Thunder Fist to the fullest, and at that time, he would have a martial art comparable to the lower grade of the ground level.