On the virtual big screen, two young disciples are engaged in a bloody battle.

Different from other similar types, this live broadcast attracted the attention of almost all the disciples in the whole palace, just because of this battle, one was the core disciple of the Snow Palace, and the other was a disciple of the Feng clan.

In the years after the birth of the Feng clan, there was a lot of trouble, and then it was even more mysterious and mysterious, ignoring secular affairs.

I heard that the ancestor was already attacking the eternal power, such an ancestor, such a race, but few outsiders knew about it.

The appearance of a Feng Clan disciple in the Snow Palace was enough to attract people's attention, and the key was that he also had a duel with the core disciple.

"That's amazing." Some disciples watched the big screen and kept letting out exclamations.

At the same time, their eyes were full of envy, because the move seemed dreamlike to them, like a god fighting.

"It's worthy of being a core disciple."

"I also want to become a core disciple."

"Phew, that's been my dream for a long time."

"Hey, what's the matter, I was defeated."

The crowd let out a burst of boos, all regretting the defeat of the Snow Palace disciples.

Such a powerful secret technique is in the hands of the Feng Clan's disciples, and that person is really terrifying.

This live broadcast was only conducted inside the Snow Palace, and did not spread out of the universe.

In the sky garden, an extremely beautiful woman also looked at the virtual screen in front of her.

"Doryuya, the core disciple of the Snow Palace, at a young age, already has the strength of the fourth-level life level primary, and he is extremely talented, and he can win him, it can be seen that this person also has the strength of the fourth-level life level, and it is so easy to win, it may be the strength of the fourth-level life level intermediate." From the short battle video, she has analyzed a lot of information.

Then, she turned around and turned on the images. What was displayed inside was all pictures of Wang Ling cultivating in the Snow Mountain.

"This should be the Feng Clan's feathering technique, although I haven't seen it, but it can also be described in detail in the book."

After reading this, the beauty sat down and continued to ponder, "Do you want to touch it for a short time?" ”

In her heart, Wang Ling has been listed as a key target, and if there is an opportunity, she will definitely carry out an assassination after him.

Since the duel, Wang Ling has not appeared in the Snow Mountain.

Some people waited and still wanted to see the style, but unfortunately, they never showed up again.

There were already many people near Wang Ling's original cultivation ground, and among them was a little girl, who also looked at the small slope from time to time with a pretty face.

"It's been a few days, why haven't you come out yet." Ruori muttered to herself.

What she didn't know was that Wang Ling was really troublesome.

After a duel, Wang Ling felt that it was a waste of time, so he simply cultivated directly in the small courtyard.

Liu Wen and Wang Yan had already left because they had a lot of things to do, while the other two women were also in retreat and cultivating, trying to improve their strength.

Only Wang Ling has been cultivating outside these days, and it has caused a lot of waves.

Although he was not afraid of these, every time it affected his cultivation, it also made him cancel his plan to go to the Snow Mountain.

"Feathering." Stretching out his hand, thousands of feathers immediately appeared in mid-air.

Wang Ling arranged the feathers in order to form a small feather sword.

With one hand and one finger, more than a thousand feather swords roared together, stirring up an amazing momentum in the small courtyard.

Next, Wang Ling began to continue to condense his feathers.

One, two, three......

This time his strength improved, allowing him to condense a hundred more feathers.

Then, with each feather he condensed, a feather in the void fell and slowly disappeared.

Wang Ling ignored it and continued to condense, and it was very fast.

At this time, the feather swords began to fall one by one, and one by one disappeared.

However, the new feathers can still condense a feather sword, and the speed of condensing feathers is fast, and the speed of feathers disappearing is slow, so the number of feather swords in the air is slowly increasing.

All this, Wang Ling did very carefully, changed to single-mindedness, his eyes kept falling on those feathers, and the feathering technique was also running at the same time.

One cyclone after another had already appeared on the surface of his body, and the cosmic energy was endless, encapsulated into his body, and turned into a part of the sea of energy in his body.

Seeing that he had practiced for a while, the Feathering Technique was refined again, and the speed was different from the last time, but it also gave Wang Ling the motivation to move forward.

At the end of the day's cultivation, Wang Ling exhaled a breath, and when he looked outside his body, the number of feather swords had increased by a hundred.

Boom –

The feather sword thundered, layer upon layer, turning into dense raindrops, which swept across the sky in an instant, almost piercing the void, causing the surrounding cosmic energy to roll upside down, and the thunder was furious.

The feathering technique stopped, and Wang Ling's cultivation did not stop.

"The Origin of Thunder." Wang Ling stretched out his hand and pointed, and two bolts of lightning suddenly crossed in the depths of his pupils.

Bursts of lightning poured out of the body, fusing with more than a thousand feather swords, making each sword carry electric light.

As soon as the feather sword moved, the lightning shot out, and the speed was ten times faster than Fang Cai, which could be called elusive.

Between breaths, these feathered swords had already formed a large vortex over the small courtyard.

Wang Ling nodded with satisfaction, the feather sword was originally powerful, and with the blessing of the origin of thunder, it was even better.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel proud in his heart for a while, and he was full of great confidence in this feather transformation technique.

"A good secret art is really different."

As he spoke, he stepped into the void, and the entire sea of feathered swords moved with his figure, emitting bursts of roars.

Then he moved and went straight to the snowy mountain.

But seeing the thunder rolling, the feather sword shuttled continuously, forming a sea of feathers, which spread for miles behind him, and the momentum was not amazing.

This appearance immediately alarmed many disciples.

A pair of eyes fell in mid-air in an instant, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wang Ling was making great progress in secret arts. Because he became famous for the duel a few days ago, these people were all curious, and they all looked at him intently.

Among these people, there was even a little girl staring at the figure in the sky.

"It's finally out."

Flying over most of the snow-capped mountains, Wang Ling finally found his goal.

It was a slightly low mountain, in order not to attract attention and considering the damage that would be caused, this mountain peak was still very suitable, there were no disciples around to cultivate, and the cosmic energy here was not strong.

Of course, just because there are few disciples doesn't mean that no one is coming.

Many of Wang Ling's disciples who had already noticed it were rushing over, wanting to see what he was going to do with such a large formation.

In fact, Wang Ling just wanted to verify the cultivation results during this time, if he tested it in the small courtyard, he was afraid that it would destroy the courtyard, so he chose a place outside.

After the target was chosen, Wang Ling snorted lightly, flung one arm, and all the feather swords seemed to feel something, and rushed straight to the mountain peak below.

Boom –

A huge explosion appeared, and countless feathered swords were drowned in it, and lightning soared into the sky.

In the explosion, the mountain fell with a bang, and was shattered in the raging lightning, and finally turned into a pile of rubble.

When this scene appeared, not only Wang Ling was happy, but even the disciples who saw it in the distance were applauded.

It's been a long time since I've seen a powerful secret technique, those powerful core disciples are not born, and those with low strength don't have this strength, and I can't help but be shocked when I see Wang Ling's move.

It's too powerful, much stronger than other disciples.

"It is worthy of being a disciple of the Feng Clan, with the strength of the fourth-level life level, he can have such a strong secret technique, and I am afraid that a disciple of the fifth-level life level is only like this."

A few days ago, I was afraid that I didn't have such strength.

He is highly talented, diligent in cultivation, and makes rapid progress.

Looking at Wang Ling, Liu's eyes became complicated for a while.

Such an enemy is really terrible, and it must be eliminated as soon as possible.