"Be quiet!"

Ning Yang immediately interrupted Chen Feng's words.

After looking around and no one seemed to notice them, he patted his chest and whispered, "You're not kidding, are you?

Ning Yang pursed his mouth, then yawned, and said indifferently, "Well, it should be considered, and I don't think the grade is low."

Chen Feng Khan ...... Although a tomb was discovered, there was no need to be so angry.

"However, with our current strength, let's go and find death" Chen Feng suddenly thought that he was only forging the physical level. Going to any tomb, the warrior may not be able to get any benefits, but it is dangerous, and if he doesn't do it, he will have to take his life.

Ning Yang immediately replied: "If it's a complete tomb, I'll tell you what to do, I've observed, the tomb has been discovered, and"

"I found out what else can I treasure," Chen Feng looked disdainful.

Ning Yang almost wanted to shoot him to death, "Did you listen to me say that it was intact?"

"The tomb was indeed discovered, and the mechanism outside the door was destroyed, but they didn't seem to have found the real entrance!" Ning Yang said seriously.

Chen Feng suddenly became interested, the book said that many people have great luck, break into some ancient tomb or ruins, and then get the divine pill to pick up the divine sword, and then become a peerless powerhouse in one fell swoop, although many are deceitful, but there is no lack of this possibility.

Seeing Chen Feng deep in thought, Ning Yang asked, "By the way, have you reached the pulse training level now?"

Chen Feng was embarrassed for a moment, "I don't have the talent like you, so I'm just forging the third stage."

Ning Yang looked helpless, "How long will it take to reach the pulse training level?"

"I'm working hard for a month during this time," Chen Feng said firmly. Although he doesn't believe in his talent, Chen Feng believes that as long as he works hard, it is not impossible to practice his pulse.

Ning Yang nodded, "Well, I believe you, won't there be a martial arts competition in two months, let's go after the competition."

"Well, it's a word," Chen Feng said with a smile.

"It's a word, then I'll go to dinner," Ning Yang said.

"Okay," Chen Feng nodded, and then went back to the study hall to eat.

Watching Chen Feng walk into the study hall, he sighed, "Am I feeling wrong", shook his head, and walked to the cafeteria.

After eating, Chen Feng habitually went to the martial arts training ground to practice, but he didn't have such good cultivation facilities in his home.

Walking into the martial arts training ground, Chen Feng found that there were actually more people in the martial arts training ground today, and in the previous martial arts training ground, there were almost some poor disciples like himself who were cultivating, and there were not many people at all, after all, some big family disciples went back in the morning after listening to the class, and the cultivation environment in the families of the disciples of those big families was definitely better.

I came to Ji Nan Martial Arts Academy just to make a name for myself and learn some knowledge, so as not to become a brave and unscrupulous reckless man in the future, or to play with some disciples in the martial arts academy, the family management is too strict, after all, they are still some teenagers, and it is the nature to be playful.

Thinking of the martial arts competition two months later, Chen Feng was relieved, who doesn't want to shine in the competition.

Looking around, Chen Feng finally found a good wooden stake, walked over and was just about to practice boxing, one hand blocked in front of him.

"This stake is taken by the young master, you can find another one"

The one who spoke was a young man in a robe, with good facial features, behind his hands, at first glance, he was a child of a big family, and there were two ordinary-looking followers behind him, who were also arrogant, looked at what Chen Feng was wearing, and said disdainfully.

"Oh, well, here you go" More is better than less, Chen Feng turned around and left.

Seeing that Chen Feng actually turned around and left, the face of the young man in the robe immediately turned cold, and the attendant behind him saw this, and took a step forward and shouted to Chen Feng.

"Do you know who is talking to you, the third young master of the Shen family, Shen Ming, can you afford to offend?"

Chen Feng didn't look back, "Oh, it's amazing."

Shen Ming heard his attendant introduce himself just now, and he thought that Chen Feng would run over and praise him, but he didn't expect that he would dare to be so shy. Could it be that the poor boy now has a problem with his brain?

"I don't know what to do!"

After making a gesture, the two followers behind Shen Ming immediately rushed towards Chen Feng and threw a punch

Seeing this, Chen Feng sent a sweeping leg over.

"Bang"

"Bang"

Chen Feng practiced boxing and leg techniques day and night, but it was not as simple as improving physical strength, the two followers were instantly beaten to the ground by Chen Feng's sweeping legs, and hurriedly covered the head that touched the ground.

"Ouch"

Shen Ming saw that the two followers were kicked to the ground before they could hit Chen Feng, and he was even more furious, "Boy, you are looking for death!"

Shen Ming thought that his follower was defeated by Chen Feng because he had only forged two stages, but he was three stages!

Chen Feng was extremely speechless, the disciples of these big families were not good at their brains, so they sent over another sweeper.

"Bang"

Shen Ming immediately threw a dog and ate, and hurriedly covered his head, and the two followers hurriedly ran over to help Shen Ming up.

The attendant said to Shen Ming, "Young Master, I'm afraid this kid has already practiced the pulse level, let's go first", and the other attendant also nodded again and again.

At this time, the surrounding cultivators also gathered around, and finally saw a noble disciple being beaten, they would not miss it, so they laughed at that time

Shen Ming is not a fool, seeing that the disciples around him are all laughing at him, he is afraid that he will lose his face if he doesn't leave, and pointed at Chen Feng and shouted.

"Wait for me, don't run if you have the ability", Shen Ming left the martial arts training ground with his followers after speaking.

Chen Feng sighed, he didn't want to make trouble, he had to do it himself to solve the problem, it seems that strength is king!

Ignoring the discussions of the surrounding disciples, saying that he was going to suffer, Chen Feng was not afraid, it was a big deal to be beaten, and he would just work hard to cultivate and fight back in the future.

Without thinking too much, Chen Feng continued to practice his fist against the wooden stake, and the surrounding disciples all looked at Chen Feng, as if they were waiting for Shen Ming to come back and take revenge.

But after waiting for a long time, Shen Ming didn't see it, but they found that Chen Feng's fist mana was very strong, almost punching on the stake, and in less than half an hour, the solid stake was knocked to the ground by Chen Feng.

The people around them thought that Chen Feng had already practiced the pulse level, and they might have been even more surprised if they knew that Chen Feng could directly knock down a wooden stake with one punch

You must know that Chen Feng has been cultivating day and night since he entered the Jinan Martial Arts Academy at the age of twelve. Because the Mud Pill Palace of the martial artist only began to develop at the age of twelve, it was just that the strength was not enough so it could not store spiritual power.

The Mud Pill Palace either has to go through the ninth stage of foundation building to have enough strength to store spiritual power, or it has to wait until the age of sixteen to naturally develop the body and the strength is enough to store spiritual power, and the two are because the body is just hardened at the age of twelve, so almost every martial artist only starts cultivating at the age of twelve.

But there are also some geniuses, born to practice martial arts, born with divine power, and infinite strength. But Chen Feng doesn't have the talent of these people, so he can only rely on his own desperate practice.

But God is fair, as long as you work hard, the results will not disappoint you.

Chen Feng didn't pay attention to the thoughts in the hearts of others at all, strength is king! Instead of spending time thinking about how to deal with the enemy, it is better to cultivate well yourself.

After a while, Chen Feng really saw Shen Ming coming over with a young man, this young man was a little taller than them, his clothes were clean, and his length was okay, with a helpless expression.

Originally, he had cultivated well, but Shen Ming suddenly came over and asked him to help teach a forging-level disciple, but because of Shen Ming's identity, it was not easy to offend, so he followed.

Shen Ming still looked at Chen Feng with disdain, and the more he looked at it, the more angry he became!

Shen Ming shouted at Chen Feng: "Boy, Young Master Ben is giving you a chance, kneel down and give Young Master Ben three heads, and let you go" Shen Ming pointed to the ground.

He raised his eyebrows lightly again, and continued, "Otherwise, hum, the strength of the pulse level should beat you to the point that you can't take care of yourself."

"You're sick in the head, aren't you?"