For two months in a row, Mo Feng did one thing repeatedly, that is, crazy cultivation, and the Ben Thunder Fist that his father taught him when he was a child, two months were like a day, without the slightest pause and laziness, every time Mo Feng was really unable to support his body and was about to fall, there would be a white air mass, bringing her into the spiritual spring.

The spiritual spring was inadvertently discovered by the little white snake when Mo Feng was cultivating, although it was a very low-grade spiritual spring, but it was already very rare for the small place of Qingyang Town. If the news spreads, it is estimated that it will attract the competition of the three.

The spiritual spring in the world is divided into three, six and nine grades, and their disillusionment sect only has one six-grade spiritual spring, the legendary nine-grade spiritual spring, in their south of the mainland, there is only one of the Fuling Sect, which is known as the Fuling world. The quality of the spiritual spring is very different from the cultivation speed.

After two months of tempering, Mo Feng has broken through two layers in a row and reached the sixth level of physical training. The body is getting stronger and stronger, at this time, a set of seven styles of Ben Lei Boxing can be played, without a trace of gasping, Ben Lei Boxing belongs to the advanced boxing method, and he has cultivated to the highest level of Ben Lei Boxing that his father said, like thunder, fast as lightning, he can now punch at a speed of seven punches, with the same realm of physical training, few people catch him a few punches.

But at this moment, he didn't have a little happiness in his heart, he knew that he was greedy for fun when he was a child, and his father often practiced in retreat, and he had very few days with him. Now he understands that his father has already cultivated to the peak of the Earth Martial Realm, so why does he have to practice in retreat often, it is because: all the people in the True Martial Realm are ants.

Just as Mo Feng was about to pack up and go down the mountain, the sound of panicked footsteps and heavy panting reached Mo Feng's ears, and he looked back and saw Feng Li not far away.

Feng Li, the second son of the second brother of Feng Yue, the second brother of Feng Yue has a son and a daughter, and when Feng Yue brought them over when he was a child, they often played together. They also greeted them after coming to the Feng family this time, and only he knew where he was cultivating.

"Brother Mofeng is not good, someone is bullying Xue'er. ”

"What!

It's Feng Kui, when he heard Feng Kui's second son, Mo Feng's anger arose, and it seemed that they were still ready to sprinkle the anger of the year on me and Xue'er, "Take me quickly, without waiting for Feng to leave, Mo Feng ran down the mountain first."

On the way down the mountain, Mo Feng learned that today was the beginning of the month, the day when the clan received the cultivation materials and silver, and after Xue'er received it, on the way home, he was stopped by a group of people led by Feng Kui, the youngest son of Fengyue's fourth brother, and asked Xue'er to hand over the things she received, how could Xue'er hand it over, so she was beaten by them.

I heard the creaking of these ink wind fists. Like a cheetah rushing down the mountain with endless murderous aura, Feng Li next to him was a little scared when he saw Mo Feng at this moment, and his red eyes were like beasts.

Feng family, in a vacant lot in the backyard of the family, a girl with tattered clothes and red and swollen faces curled up against the wall trembling, and her mouth was still saying this, I can't give it to you, I can't give it to you, I beg you.

Suddenly, a dress draped over her body, wrapping her tightly, and when the girl fixed her eyes on the person in front of her, she could no longer suppress her inner emotions. threw himself directly into Mo Feng's arms, and cried loudly, "Brother Xue'er is useless, seeing that you are practicing hard every day, but you can't help at all, Xue'er is really useless." ”

Seeing Xue'er trembling in his arms, it was like a heavy hammer hammering into his heart, and his anger at the moment when he saw the whip marks on Xue'er's body can be imagined.

"Feng Li, I think you know they are!"

"Brother, don't go, let's go back, I'm fine" Xue'er in her arms took the lead in order not to worry him, and barely squeezed out a smile.

How could Xue'er's mind not know that he was not afraid that he would be injured, but if he couldn't even protect his only relative, what was the use of him cultivating.

"Fengli, tell me, don't let me ask again!"

Seeing Mo Feng's unyielding tone at this moment, he couldn't help it.

"Guess they went to the bazaar, where they should be. ”

"Help me take care of Xue'er, I'll come when I go" Putting down Xue'er in his arms, Mo Feng walked straight to the market.

There were four or five people in the market, and the middle one was a head taller than the few people around him, dressed in brocade and satin, and holding a money bag in his hand, constantly throwing around, and the people around him still complimented him from time to time.

"Brother Kui, presumably you have practiced seven times now, not to mention the Feng family, even if the entire Qingyang Town is ranked first, presumably you can be ranked in the top three in the clan competition next month."

Just as he was enjoying the compliments of others, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if he was being targeted by a wild beast, and felt the piercing sound of breaking wind coming from behind. At this time, Feng Kui didn't even want to know who it was, and it was him who was waiting.

There was a loud laugh, and he himself turned around sharply, and slammed his fists behind him, but what he didn't expect was that the person behind him was so fast that he turned sideways and dodged his attack, and at the same time, the attendant with the whip next to him flew out of him with a scream like a pig, and fell not far away, spitting blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

This person is none other than Mo Feng, who rushed to see his attendant being beaten like this, Feng Kui and his party quickly surrounded Mo Feng in the middle, Feng Kui didn't say a word and threw out another punch, and everyone who felt the power of the punch and the onlookers let out an exclamation. But they didn't see a sneer at the corner of Ming Feng's mouth, he didn't dodge or dodge, he also punched out, and in the eyes of everyone who couldn't believe it, it collided with Feng Kui's fist.

All kinds of discussions in the crowd came out, "This young man is still too vigorous, what kind of person is Feng Kui, flaws will be reported, he is a tyrant in the Feng family, relying on his father to manage the financial power of the Feng family, and he is making trouble everywhere." And he himself also has a sevenfold physical cultivation. This guy who only has a sixfold cultivation is going to suffer a big loss, hey.

However, this time, everyone's jaws were shocked, and the next punch of the ink wind did not move at all!

"What quenching six!?"

From the moment Mo Feng punched away at will, the person around him who was about to enter the quenching quadruple body, he felt that something was wrong, looking at the fight just now, Mo Feng's fist was only slightly red, which shows that although the opponent's cultivation is one weight lower than his own, his physical strength is not much weaker than his own, and the opponent who originally thought that one punch could be done is now actually on par with him.

"How is it possible that in just a few months, he has cultivated to at least six levels of body quenching" Although I don't believe it, but now the facts are in front of me.

"What about the sixfold, I have already cultivated to the level of quenching the body and wants to fight with me, you can only find death. ”

"Broken Iron Hand!"