Half a moon later, the Nameless Valley.

"Hey-ha!"

I saw Tang Fengguang with his shoulders on his shoulders, and he was jumping in the valley under the scorching sun, waving his fists.

In half a month, Tang Feng has darkened a lot, and the skin on his body has become bronze, and the most important thing is that his body has become a lot burly, compared with half a month ago, if you don't look at your face, it is completely two people.

"After half a month of practice, I finally learned a few stunts."

Tang Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and stopped.

In half a month, in addition to practicing the Yijin Sutra, he also found a few useful stunts from the seventy-two stunts to practice, after all, he has internal strength, but he has no martial arts to perform, isn't the situation very embarrassing?

So from the seventy-two stunts, he found out the light body technique, the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt and the eagle claw hand practice.

The stunts he chose can be described as well-intentioned, including the light body technique used to escape and chase the enemy, the iron cloth shirt of the golden bell hood to defend himself, and the eagle claw hand to attack the enemy.

"I'm glad to have learned a few stunts, but my internal strength is growing too slowly, and now I have a year's internal strength, how can I be Duan Yu's opponent?"

Then Tang Feng's heart became bitter, although he had cultivated the Yijin Sutra day and night, and his internal strength had grown rapidly enough, and he had internal strength for a year, but as long as he thought of Duan Yu at this stage, he had decades of internal strength in his body, and he was discouraged.

This can't be blamed for his lack of fighting spirit, seeing that the beggar gang meeting in Wuxi Apricot Forest is imminent, Duan Yu at this stage, because of the Northern Shengong, has swallowed too much internal force in his body, it is no exaggeration to say that now Duan Yu's internal strength is completely comparable to Qiao Feng.

It's just that Duan Yu is still hanging on Wang Yuyan's beauty, and he can't fully exert the power of the internal force in his body, otherwise he will be a super-first-class master in minutes.

The division of strength in martial arts is divided into the top, super first-class, first-class, second-rate, third-rate, and non-stream.

Not entering the stream corresponds to the kind of martial arts people who can only have some moves and no internal strength.

Third-rate masters, just like Tang Feng now, already have internal force, but there is very little internal force.

Even if the second-rate masters are more powerful, they already have one or two decades of internal strength, such as the bag is different, the crane in the clouds, Ye Erniang and the like.

First-class masters are even more powerful, and the internal force in their bodies has reached about forty or fifty years, such as Duan Yanqing and Ding Chunqiu.

Not to mention the strength of the super-first-class masters, their internal strength is as strong as sixty or seventy years.

As for the top master, as far as Tang Feng knows, the sweeping monk of Shaolin Temple should be regarded as one, as for how strong the internal force is, it cannot be verified.

There is no harm if there is no comparison, Tang Feng's internal force is now at the level of a third-rate master, but Duan Yu has swallowed the internal force of many people, and the internal force in his body has already been as much as sixty or seventy years, and it makes people desperate to think about it.

"Damn, if only I had the Northern Spiritual Skill, how could I be like Duan Yu, a fool, who only practiced one picture? Dominating the Dragon World in minutes. ”

Tang Feng was inexplicably envious of Duan Yu at the moment.

If he doesn't practice martial arts and doesn't know the importance of internal force, Duan Yu, a fool, in order to seek peace of mind, only learned one of the thirty-six maps of the Northern Shengong exercises, if it were him, not to mention that the thirty-six pictures would definitely have been learned.

It's just that it's too late to say anything now, the beggar gang conference is approaching, according to the time calculation, the secret book of the Northern Spiritual Skill, I'm afraid it has already been torn up in a daze by Duan Yu's fool when he was poisoned, and even Ling Bo Weibu was ruined, except for Duan Yu, these two peerless studies are only left without Yazi, even if he wants to learn, he can only start from these two people.

Fortunately, the only thing that reassured Tang Feng was that Tianlong's No. 1 Martial Arts Yijin Sutra was obtained by him, otherwise he would really go crazy.

The growth of Yi Jin Jing is actually very rebellious, Tang Feng has only been cultivating for half a month, and he already has a year's internal strength, according to this calculation, if he starts cultivating at the age of ten, by the time he is twenty years old, the internal force in his body will definitely reach the level of a top master.

Of course, there is a premise in this, you must fully comprehend the Yijin Sutra and be able to run the Great Zhou Tian perfectly, otherwise, at most, you will become a super-first-class master.

Tang Feng's time is too little, only one year, if he follows the step-by-step process, he will become a second-rate master at most in one year, and he will be a first-class master.

"Forget it, let's pack up and get out of the mountain, after the Beggar Gang Conference, there is still a Zhenlong chess game, even if Duan Yu can't be killed at the Beggar Gang Conference, as long as you find a way to get the internal strength of Wuyazi, everything will still have a chance."

Tang Feng shook his head and cheered himself up again.

If you want to kill Duan Yu within a year, it is not without a chance, at least the current Duan Yu does not know that there is an enemy like him in the shadows.

The enemy is clear and I am dark, as long as he finds the right opportunity, he still has hope.

Tang Feng is poor and white, in fact, there is nothing to clean up, just one or two changes of clothes.

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Jiangnan, Suzhou.

More than ten miles outside Suzhou, a team of people escorted two truckloads of medicinal herbs and was slowly moving forward.

Escorting the dart cart were more than a dozen people in black robes and hats, whose faces could not be seen clearly.

"Stop!"

They came to a wood, and one of the men in black stepped out, and with a wave of his hand, stopped the dart cart from moving on.

And the black-clothed people behind him, one by one, seemed to be facing a great enemy, and the weapons in their hands were drawn out one after another, guarding against something.

"Who is Your Excellency, and what is the reason why you are blocking our way?" The man in black in the lead looked ahead and asked in a low voice.

I saw that in front of him, there was a person blocking the road, this person held a sword in his arms, with a hat, and his face could not be seen clearly, and the processed voice came out, saying: "Leave the dart cart, I can let you go." ”

"Bold, you want to rob the dart?"

The words of the person blocking the road made the atmosphere in the arena suddenly stretch his bow and draw his crossbow, and the man in black in the lead even pulled out the big knife in his hand and pointed diagonally at the opposite side.

"I'll count to three, and if you don't leave, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The voice of the person blocking the road was cold, and the long sword in his hand jumped, and it was already unsheathed.

"Look for death, kill me!"

The man in black in the lead waved the long knife in his hand and ordered with murderous aura.

"Since you don't leave, then die!"

The person who blocked the way, with a long sword in his hand, left an afterimage in the air, and a man in black died in an instant.

Then he saw the long sword in the hand of the man who stood in the way, and every time the sword fell, one would die.

His swordsmanship is very gorgeous, and he is also very vicious, and his moves are all fatal blows, and he has no intention of keeping his hands at all.

"Stop, do you know whose two carts of medicinal herbs are?"

Seeing that seven or eight people died on his side as soon as he fought, the black-clothed man in the lead felt bad in his heart, and the strength of the other party was obviously beyond his expectations.

"Whoever you are, take your life."

The people who stood in the way didn't pay attention, but still struck, killing the man in black.