"Master, I've entered the third order of the Qi Condensation Realm!" Ye Feng said excitedly to the old man. The old man almost squirted out the water he had just drunk when he heard this, it's only been a month, how fast is this kid's progress?

Glancing at Ye Feng helplessly, the old man could only say in the end: "Good boy!"

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Master, now you can teach me spiritual arts, right?" The old man said that when Ye Feng reached the third order, he would start teaching him practical spiritual arts.

Psychic has attack, defense, and even special effects, such as flying away. In general, it can probably be divided into nine grades and three grades. Nine products are the worst, and one product is the strongest. Among them, each product can be divided into upper, middle and lower. With the likes of the Great Mountain Martial Arts Pavilion, they probably know one or two eight-rank spiritual arts, and the rest are mostly nine-grade. As for those first-grade spiritual arts, even in the mainland's super-first-class forces, they are extremely rare.

"Well, since you're working so hard. I won't let you down either. The old man smiled lightly.

Ye Feng was overjoyed and asked, "What grade of spiritual art do you want to teach me?" Is it the ninth grade of the highest grade?" Master Zhang taught his disciples a nine-grade medium spiritual technique, so that they could easily break through the big stone, which has always made Ye Feng quite greedy. Now that the old man is teaching in person, Ye Feng is looking forward to it.

The old man couldn't smile bitterly when he heard this, and said angrily: "Look at your little bit of interest." To tell you, I really don't know what the Nine Rank Spirit Technique is. What I taught you is the seven-rank medium spiritual technique, floating ghost steps. ”

Ye Feng couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he heard this, the seventh-grade medium-grade spiritual technique, even what Master Zhang taught to the eldest disciple Zheng Shan, was only about the eighth-grade spiritual technique. As soon as the old man made a move, he was a seventh grade, and he directly suppressed Ye Feng.

The old man glanced at Ye Feng and said, "This is already the lowest level of spiritual art I remember, and you can't learn it any higher." ”

"Oh my God, the lowest grade is still the seventh grade, and it's still higher, isn't it ......" Ye Feng's eyes were full of stars, and his admiration for the old man suddenly went out of control like the Yellow River flooding.

followed the old man with strange footwork, allowing Ye Feng to observe carefully. Ye Feng only felt that the body method was as erratic as a ghost, and even his breath was extremely vague. It seems to be in front, but when it comes to the touch, it is an illusion.

Suddenly, the old man rushed straight towards Ye Feng. Ye Feng was startled, and subconsciously reached out to hold the old man. But before he could react, the old man pressed his shoulder behind him.

"Seven-grade medium spiritual arts, floating ghost steps. This is the use of the difference between the touch of the aura and the body, coupled with unusual footwork, to create a strange body style. Practice to the extreme, opponents of the same level are one meter away, and it is difficult to touch you. The old man explained with a light smile. With this spiritual technique, in the same level, or even a higher level of duel, he is almost in an undefeated position.

Ye Feng showed a happy expression, and then said, "Why doesn't Master teach me a powerful attack spirit technique, if you just hide and hide, you can't beat the opponent at all, right?"

The old man said angrily: "Do you want to fly before you can walk, you can learn how to save your life for me first!" Ye Feng pouted, ran to the side, and began to practice according to the pace and aura operation mode that the old man said.

Although it was a good thing for Ye Feng to have access to a higher-level spiritual technique, the difficulty of this cultivation had also increased exponentially. Those nine-rank spiritual techniques that Master Zhang handed over to the students, Ye Fengguang was observed during that time, and he could probably learn seven, seven, eight, eight. However, the complexity of the footwork of these seven-rank spiritual arts, and the harshness of the operation of the spiritual energy, are far from being comparable to the nine-rank spiritual arts.

After seven days of practice, Ye Feng still didn't make much progress. Although the footwork is a little peculiar, it is difficult to reach the level of estrangeness. But this only aroused his fighting spirit, and the more difficult it was to practice, the easier it was to use this trick.

In addition to eating and sleeping every day, Ye Feng is alone in the open space, stepping on footwork in a strange order. Even though his feet were sore and weak, he persevered. Those two years of waste life made his mind extremely resolute.

"Hey, it's not far off! I'm going to let those guys know who's the shit!"

On this day, Ye Feng went to the suburbs to practice after dinner. Stepping on that strange footwork, Ye Feng walked farther and farther, and unconsciously left Meihu Town.

Just as Ye Feng fell down again because of a mistake, a mocking voice sounded at the right time, "Hey, little waste! What are you doing dancing on the ground? Are you so weak that you can't even walk steadily?"

Ye Fengtou didn't look back, and when he heard the voice, he knew that it was Zhang Su, the daughter of Master Zhang. Sure enough, the beautiful figure walked slowly with small steps, with a hint of contempt on his lips.

"Hey, you're so daring! You dare not say a word, you haven't come to the martial arts hall for more than a month, do you want to leave the martial arts hall?" Zhang Su said coldly.

To be honest, Ye Feng really didn't want to go. If you can't learn something, you won't talk about it, and you will be ridiculed coldly by those people. But the old man of the days said that he should not tell anyone about his relationship with Ye Feng. Ye Feng knew that there was a big deal involved, and he didn't plan to do it against Zhang Su.

"I've only been sick for more than a month, and I can't go to the martial arts hall. Ye Feng smiled lightly, although Zhang Su was a fourth-order condensation realm, but Ye Feng's current skills, there was no need to be afraid of her.

Zhang Su looked at Ye Feng and was stunned, as if he saw a confidence on Ye Feng's face, which he had never seen before. But then he said with a straight face: "Then you are okay now, do you still want to go back to the martial arts hall?"

Ye Feng thought for a moment and said, "Go back!" Thinking in his heart that it would be good to go back and have fun, his mentality is completely different now, and he is no longer afraid of discrimination from others.

"Since you go back to the martial arts hall, you are the people of my martial arts hall. The insult to the hall owner's daughter that day should be punished now, right?" Zhang Su smiled, it turned out that he still hated Ye Feng for making disrespectful remarks to her that day.

After saying that, a faint red light rippled in Zhang Su's hand, and he slapped Ye Feng with a sharp palm. Ye Feng couldn't imagine that Zhang Su would turn his face when he said it, and he was also shocked in his heart. But even if he calmed down, the red light that seemed elusive before could now clearly capture its trajectory in his eyes.

"Oops!" Ye Feng smiled secretly in his heart, pretending to be scared, holding his head and squatting, just avoiding Zhang Su's palm. Zhang Su was stunned for a moment, thinking that Ye Feng was lucky, and slapped several palms one after another. Ye Feng screamed and ran around, looking quite embarrassed. But Zhang Su was surprised to find that Ye Feng dodged her attack just right every time.

"Hmph, it's good to dodge kung fu. Zhang Su sneered, clasped his hands together, and red light burst out from his fingers like fireworks, enveloping Ye Feng's whole person.

"This woman is vicious!" Ye Feng scolded secretly, if he pretended to be no longer, he would definitely not be able to dodge, so he simply stepped forward with his right foot and took an extremely strange step.

Zhang Su originally thought that Ye Feng would definitely be difficult to dodge, but he didn't know that he stepped out, his body shook, and he suddenly rushed towards him. "What?" Zhang Su was caught off guard and exclaimed. If Ye Feng succeeds in the ghost step, this step will be an ethereal body and whirl behind Zhang Su. But Ye Feng's trick is also a beginner's practice, and it is quite jerky. While rushing forward, the speed was too fast to spin, and it crashed straight into Zhang Su's arms.

"Bump!" Ye Feng couldn't dodge, and collided with Zhang Su. But to Ye Feng's surprise, when he leaned forward and rushed forward, a small face crashed into Zhang Su's towering twin peaks. I felt a softness for a while, and then I fell backwards.

Ye Feng rubbed his face and stared at a certain part that he had just touched. Zhang Su stumbled in a few steps, his chest ached a little, his hands were tightly covered, and then he looked at Ye Feng in a daze. The two looked at each other silently for five seconds. In the end, Ye Feng came to his senses and ran behind him.

Almost at the same time, Zhang Su roared angrily from behind, "Ye Feng! I'm not done with you!"