Fang Wen stood on a very tall flagpole. The flagpole is nearly 100 meters high, but the mouth of the sea bowl is thick, and there is a disc with a diameter of one foot at the top of the pole, and Fang Wen stands on it.

There is never a shortage of wind in the Pampas.

The wind blows, the long grass undulates, the green blades of grass turn over, and the gray-green grass waves roll forward. In the distance, the outer disciples of the wind gate were flying up and down.

The wind swept over Fang Wen, who was standing at a height of 100 meters, stirring the robe he was wearing, and making a hunting sound; Stirring his hair, a half-foot long strand caressed his cheeks merrily, as he had dreamed of, the hands of a kind, loving mother, gently, softly, rubbing against his face; The wind was about to roll up his body and send him straight to the sky.

What a gentle wind. The delicate wind rubbed against Fang Wen, so delicate and gentle, it drilled into his body along every pore of Fang Wen's body, and reverberated lightly in his body. Fang Wen's body was empty, and there was nothing left. Wisps of transparent wind seeped into his body, and gradually turned into a pale cyan wind, whistling back and forth in his body, removing impurities from his body, making his body lighter, softer, and more transparent. Three cyclones appeared in Fang Wen's body, and the soft cyclones slowly rotated, inhaling wisps of pale cyan wind into it, inhaling it, and then spewing out more and darker cyan qi.

Feng Yuan stood under the flagpole, and with a smile on his face, he whispered, "Feel the sound of the wind, feel the presence of the wind." Imagine that you are one with the wind, and that the fantasy wind seeps into your body. Your body is not a substance, but a void. ”

"The wind drifts through nothingness. You have to control them to move towards your lower dantian. The first cyclone is formed. ”

"Once the first cyclone in the Lower Dantian is successful, your foundation will be completed for the Nine Heavens Wind Sutra."

Feng Yuan's voice followed the wind up a hundred meters into the air and drifted into Fang Wen's ears.

Fang Wen slowly raised his arms and flapped them gently like a bird.

Feng Yuan leaned on the flagpole, smiling as he watched several pretty girls in camouflage uniforms walk past in front of him, and continued with a smile: "Feel it carefully." If you can lay the foundation in half a year, you are a genius in a thousand. It took me five months to successfully generate a cyclone. ”

Feng Yuan stared intently at the back of a young girl, and an obscene aura flashed in his narrowed eyes. He rubbed his chin lightly and muttered in a low voice, "Among the outer disciples sent for training this time, there are quite a few good talents!" Hmm, which branch sent this? It's quite distressing. ”

While he was thinking about getting close to these girls, Feng Yuan suddenly heard a strange wind whistle above his head.

Between Fang Wen's gently flapping fingers, a trace of extremely thin cyan wind suddenly oozed out, Fang Wen screamed, and the wind power swung out of his left and right arms was asymmetrical, causing his body to spin rapidly on the top of the flagpole like a spinning top. Just as a strong wind blew, Fang Wen's body flew lightly like a piece of catkins.

"Help~~~"

Fang Wen screamed in fright, but his body floated lightly with the wind for dozens of meters, and fell to the ground silently. After his body hit the ground, he was still spinning rapidly, and there was a rapid wind whistle on his hands, and he couldn't stand on his feet, and he fell into embarrassment and fell a dog eating.

Feng Yuan froze in place, he stared blankly at the little cyan wind that loomed on Fang Wen's palm, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle.

After a long time, he asked in a low voice, "Fourth, have you really never practiced martial arts before?" ”

Fang Wen got up in embarrassment, he was so angry that he scolded indiscriminately: "Who has practiced? You've practiced! Your whole family has practiced! , how did I fly? yes yes yes? Can I fly? Can I fly? ”

"Yo hoo~~~" With a cheer, Fang Wen suddenly rose more than ten meters high on the spot, he waved his arms hard behind him, and a sparse cyan wind swept behind him with a slight sound of breaking the air, and his body took advantage of the momentum to fly forward dozens of meters. Although his flying posture was extremely ugly, twisting and twisting in the air like a drunken boar, he really took off after all.

"Upper, middle and lower three dantian cyclones!" The muscles on Feng Yuan's face twitched violently, and he said in a deep voice, "It's only been half a month since Master left. In half a month, the three cyclones were completed. The Nine Heavens Imperial Wind has passed through the Nine Heavens Realm, and his first layer has already become. ”

Fang Wen was like a flea, jumping around excitedly. The higher he jumped, the farther he jumped, and a wisp of wind was faintly seen being sucked into his body, and a faint layer of cyan surged on his body.

After jumping for a while, Fang Wen rushed to Feng Yuan's face. He couldn't control his body well, and he almost hit Feng Yuan headbutt. Feng Yuan frowned slightly, and casually slapped a flexible wind force to push Fang Wen back a few feet. Fang Wen gasped for a while, and laughed loudly at Feng Yuan: "Senior brother, Master said that I am a wind spirit body, do you know what a wind spirit body is?" Isn't that amazing? ”

"Wind Spirit Body?" Feng Yuan's eyes opened suddenly, and his pupils were so thin that he could barely see clearly. He shouted, "Wind Spirit Body! ”

"Yes! Isn't the Wind Spirit Body very powerful? I feel now that there is a very cool wind rotating in the upper, middle and lower dantian that you pointed out to me, but it's not just the lower dantian that feels this way? Fang Wenle looked at Feng Yuan happily, jumping in place excitedly. Every time he jumped, he was three or five meters high, jumping up rapidly, and then landing very slowly and lightly, and the rise and fall of his body was incomparably harmonious and natural.

Feng Yuan returned to normal, he smiled and patted Fang Wen's shoulder, and said in a harmonious voice: "Of course, the Wind Spirit Body is very powerful, very powerful, much more powerful than Senior Brother and me. Congratulations, congratulations. He pressed Fang Wen's shoulder hard, and said with a smile: "In this way, junior brother can cultivate by himself according to the Nine Heavens Imperial Wind Sutra." Senior brother has already helped you lay the foundation, and I can't help you with anything more. ”

"Cultivate on your own?" Fang Wen was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to say that many words and phrases in the Nine Heavens Imperial Wind Sutra actually couldn't figure out the meaning of them, Feng Yuan, who was full of smiles, had suddenly rushed out. Feng Yuan, who was rushing out, broke through the speed of sound in a very short acceleration distance of tens of meters, and a white wave of qi rose near his body, and after a loud bang, Feng Yuan had already disappeared.

"Fuck me!" The wind that broke through the sound barrier knocked Fang Wen dozens of meters away, and he fell into a large area of trees in embarrassment.

Fang Wen screamed loudly: "Impossible! No way! The flesh breaks through the sound barrier? Accelerating to less than a hundred meters to break the sound barrier? Oh my God, monsters! Oh my God, don't rely on any tools, break through the sound barrier with your flesh! Fang Wen jumped up and screamed, "Senior Brother, how many realms have you cultivated?" The speed of sound! Damn, why aren't you going to the Olympics! ”

Fang Wen gasped suddenly, spinning around in place like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Sometimes he screamed, sometimes he giggled, and kept muttering, "The flesh breaks through the sound barrier? Impossible? But I saw it with my own eyes! O God, O Buddha, O Sanqing! Oh also, if I can reach this speed, if I go drag racing~~~"

"No, no, no!" Fang Wen screamed, "If I can run as fast as my voice, no, even faster, what the fuck am I going to drag at?" That's a lot of money! Wouldn't it be better for me to rob a bank? Who the fuck can see what I'm doing? The coffers of the Federal Reserve, the Swiss banks, God! ”

“Yes！” Fang Wen raised his two hands towards the sky, and he shouted wildly: "Work hard~~~Struggle~~~ A lot of money, our big boy is here!" We're here! ”

"Ahhh When Lao Tzu has this speed, Lao Tzu will smash you to death with the stolen money, as well as the group of fox spirits around you! ”

"Ahhh When the time comes, if your son makes you bankrupt, you will go bankrupt, and if you ask for food, you will beg for food! Do you want to kill our eldest and youngest people? We're not done! ”

"Work hard, struggle!" Fang Wen's eyes were shiny and shiny, and he climbed the flagpole in a few clicks, sat cross-legged on the flagpole, and carefully followed the little mantra that he could understand through the Nine Heavens Imperial Wind Sutra, and meditated seriously.

'Huh~~~Huh~~~'

On the flagpole, a small whirlwind rolled up, and the wind qi continued to seep into Fang Wen's body, merging into the three cyclones in his body.

On a small hillside in the distance, there was a sudden loud noise, and Feng Yuan flashed out of thin air. He smashed a big tree in front of him with one punch, and the shock wave rolled up on his body shattered the long grass within a radius of dozens of meters, and the sky was full of sawdust and grass foam, and a pale cyan light flashed in Feng Yuan's eyes, and his handsome face twitched, and he struck dozens of punches in all directions.

The fist wind was agitated, and the sky was full of cyan wind shadows whistling by.

After a long time, Feng Yuan suddenly stopped, and he said coldly, "Master, how can you bring a wind spirit body back?" I'm the adopted son you have adopted since childhood! How can you do that? ”

"My little junior brother! You've really given me a big problem. ”