Chasing the wind and catching shadows, strong grass in the wind, stormy winds, windswept buildings, kamikaze howling, vigorous and resolute, wind and rain, wind and clouds......

Six styles of wind god legs, two types of god wind legs, Yang Zhen sat cross-legged in the corner of the ancient temple, and read and figured out little by little the light leaking from the hole in the temple roof.

All eyes and ears.

Gradually, I forgot everything around me, and my mind was completely immersed in the leg technique described on the secret note.

In his mind, a figure of performing leg techniques gradually appeared, this figure was wearing a samurai power suit, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, his legs were extraordinarily thick and long, and a pair of big feet were kicking and sweeping, and the wind was howling.

From chasing the wind and shadows in pursuit of speed, to the strong grass in the wind with both speed and strength, to the torrential rain and wind with legs pouring like a torrential rain, and the legs like a violent wind......

The one-style leg method was displayed in Yang Zhen's mind.

Done again, over and over again.

Continuous.

With the repeated performance and practice, the figure leg method in my mind is getting faster and stronger, and the leg method is becoming more and more free and mellow between the turns and changes.

"Not enough, not enough, not enough, not ......"

The figure leg technique in his mind has become stronger and stronger, and Yang Zhen is still subconsciously whispering that it is not enough.

Under his strong thoughts, a tall and long-legged figure appeared in his mind.

As soon as this figure appeared, it used the same anemo god leg technique and two kamikaze movements to fight with the previous figure.

The difference is that the previous figure has thick legs, and each leg is extremely fierce.

However, the figure leg method that appeared later was as fast as lightning, but because the speed was too fast, the lethality of each leg was greatly reduced.

The two figures were in Yang Zhen's mind, and the more they fought, the more fierce they became.

The heavy-legged figure doesn't hit the opponent many times, but each leg makes the opponent disgraced.

The one with fast legs, the leg shadow falls on the figure with heavy legs from time to time, but because the lethality on the legs is not as good as the opponent, the results are not great.

The two figures were fighting, and in Yang Zhen's mind, there was gradually more wind and rain.

In the raging storm, the two figures fought even more fiercely.

At first, the wind and rain made their battle very hard, and in a few moments, both figures fell to the ground several times, and their bodies were wet and dirty.

But gradually, the feet of the two fell to the ground, more and more stable, and the wind and rain affected their battle less and less, until there was no interference at all.

In the end, each leg of the two swept out, bringing the power of wind and rain.

The wind and rain simulated in Yang Zhen's mind became more and more intense, but the momentum of the two figures fighting became bigger and bigger. It wasn't until the last two figures swept their legs sideways together, and the wind and rain brought by the two legs suddenly exploded, and the battle in Yang Zhen's mind finally ended.

The two figures gradually merged into one.

The wind and rain gradually dissipated until they disappeared without a trace.

The muddy earth vanished, and a green meadow appeared beneath the two figures.

At this time, Yang Zhen's thoughts suddenly retreated from his mind.

"Aeolian legs...... The speed of the wind, the power of the gods, is the best wind god legs......"

When the simulation in his mind was over and his thoughts withdrew, a sense of realization rose in Yang Zhen's heart.

Yang Zhen no longer sat cross-legged on the ground, stood up immediately, carried his trouser leg in his right hand, walked on tiptoe in the open space in the temple, adjusted his state, and then suddenly raised his right leg and kicked to the right suddenly.

The shadow of the leg flashed, and the right leg that was kicked out had been retracted.

The kick just now was fast and fierce, and the height also reached the height of Yang Zhen's ear.

Such basic conditions make Yang Zhenxin quite satisfied.

If the basic conditions for cultivating the leg method are too poor, one leg will kick out, and the other foot will not be able to stand steadily, or the height of the kick will be less than 1.5 meters. It's better to extinguish the idea of practicing the wind god leg as soon as possible, so as to save a waste of time.

For him now, either he doesn't practice the Fengshen legs, but once he decides to cultivate, he must practice to become famous!

Otherwise, he might as well spend his time on Eagle Claw Gong or Cloud Pai Palm.

However, since the basic conditions for leg training are good, it is a different situation.

Side kicks, forward kicks, horizontal kicks, back kicks......

Yang Zhen looked solemn and tried the kicking style in four directions in one go.

Not only the right leg, but also the right leg tried and then tried the left leg.

After the complete test, he finally began to practice the six-style Fengshen leg method on the secret book.

As for the latter two styles, Nie Feng's self-created kamikaze leg moving method.

He decided to wait until the previous six styles of Fengshen legs were fully practiced before studying.

Because Yang Zhen has discovered the first six styles of Fengshen legs, he is practicing the power of legs and internal strength.

The last two kamikaze leg movement methods are to use the legs to generate wind, and then use the wind to drive the power of water, fire, thunder and lightning to increase the strength of the legs. It is not the same level of kung fu as the previous six-style leg method.

Therefore, Yang Zhen decided to completely practice the six-style Fengshen leg method before cultivating these two leg methods.

In Yang Zhen's view, the six-style wind god leg method is the foundation, and the two-style god wind movement is a trick.

Before practicing the tricks, how can you do it if you don't have a good foundation?

……

When Yang Zhen was concentrating on cultivating the Wind God Leg in the ancient temple.

Behind the island where the Black Jiao Temple is located, in a maple forest with fallen leaves.

The face of the black Jiao Venerable Xiaoxiao Yu sat cross-legged under the root of a maple tree by the lake, the long sword sheath was held in her hand, and she was holding a wine bag in her right hand, she still wore a neat ponytail today, but at this time, a few strands of long hair hung down to the side of her face, and she sat there like a statue, looking at the surface of Dongting Lake with misty eyes. No one knew what was going on in her head at the moment.

Occasionally, I saw her take a sip of wine with a wine bag.

The bright moon had climbed the treetops.

The dark night, the bright moon, the surface of Dongting Lake, the maple forest, and the cold and glamorous beauty who drinks quietly with a sword under the tree.

This was a beautiful picture, but at this time, a person appeared a few meters behind Xiaoxiaoyu and broke this quiet and beautiful painting.

"Venerable, just now a messenger came to the Nujiao Palace, leaving a helper order for your subordinates to hand it over to you."

A long-bodied woman with a long sword hanging from her waist held a roll of golden silk silk in both hands and reported to Xiaoxiaoyu respectfully.

Xiaoxiao Yu didn't move for a long time, and there was no sound.

Just ten seconds later, he silently poured a mouthful of strong wine into his mouth.

The long-bodied woman saw that Xiao Xiaoyu didn't react, and she didn't dare to say any more, she stood there motionless, she knew that Xiao Xiaoyu must have heard her words.

Really.

After a few more minutes, Xiao Xiaoyu finally spoke.

"Read!"

With a simple word, the long-bodied woman understood the meaning of Xiaoxiaoyu, and immediately unfolded the scroll of silk silk slowly, and read out the order on the silk silk word by word.

"The helper ordered Yu to order Xiao Xiaoyu, the master of the Black Jiao Palace, to take the head of the Aotian Demon God, for a period of three months, and not to disobey the order! Don't miss the deadline! ”

After the long-bodied woman finished reading, she saw that Xiaoxiaoyu hadn't said a word for a long time, so she quietly retreated with interest.

And Xiao Xiaoyu, who was sitting cross-legged under the maple tree by the lake, slowly retracted his misty gaze from the lake at this time, and looked at the sword in his hand in a daze.

After a long time, she took another sip of the spirits, suddenly got up, turned and strode away......

Sometimes, killing is not intentional.