Xu Feng cultivated for many days, because his mind was injured, he could not meditate and practice in the days of recuperation, he ate and slept every day, slept and ate, enjoyed the scenery of mountains and rivers, listened to the song of birds and insects, and lived a very comfortable life. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After more than ten days of recuperation, not only did the body not become thinner because of the injury, but raised a layer of fat, which was slightly white and fat than when he first entered the mountain gate.

During the period of recuperation, Xu Feng told the door master Zhao Xiaohong about the grievances between himself and the Immortal Soul Gate, and it seemed that the Zhao Sect Master, who was five big and three rough, didn't know whether he had listened to it, and only looked at Xu Feng's injuries repeatedly, and saw that the bottom was very good, and there was a faint look of expectation in his eyes. Xu Feng said on the side, there were two other people next to him who recorded, it was Senior Brother Shen and Senior Brother Lu when they entered the mountain gate.

It seems that the grievance between himself and the Immortal Soul Gate has become a sectarian grievance between the Burning Star Tower and the Immortal Soul Gate. The assassination of the disciples of the Burning Star Building by the master of the Dark Sect in the introductory disciple competition is already a challenge to the Burning Star Tower, and it has nothing to do with the Martial Arts Pavilion, and is handled by the General Gate of the Burning Star Tower.

Xu Feng never heard anything about Ma Qianli again, but he saw Wang Debang who was also recuperating twice during his recuperation. Let's learn some swordsmanship and swordsmanship together, of course, it's just a lip service.

There is another test waiting for Xu Feng, and that is the test of becoming a disciple of the sect master. Zhao Xiaohong was already waiting, looking forward to testing Xu Feng's swordsmanship.

In the scorching summer, among the rugged mountains and rocks at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain, Zhao Xiaohong led thirteen personal disciples to study martial arts. The so-called personal disciples, a large part of the martial arts cultivation is learned from the master, although there is no name of master and apprentice, but there is a master and apprentice is real. Xu Feng only had the qualifications to observe at this time, holding a pair of crutches, standing aside and watching from afar.

"Boxing, the most practical external exercises, three-year-old children know how to use fists in fights, why?" Zhao Xiaohong asked.

More than a dozen disciples, you look at me, I look at you, and they don't speak. Finally, he looked at the senior brother standing next to the door master.

The senior brother glanced at the youngest junior brother again, the old thirteen square Yutong. The old thirteen is the latest to enter among the disciples, the youngest, he looks like he is thirteen or fourteen years old, and his white and tender face still has a hint of childishness, and he is obviously a little timid in front of the door master. The delicate fist shook in the air, and said uncertainly: "Because the fist is fast enough." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the fourth brother, who was standing under the senior brother, looked impatient and shouted: "Because the fist is hard enough!"

"Yes! Thirteen said that because the fist is fast, the fourth said that the fist is hard. You two come out, I'm going to show you how fast and hard your fists really are. ”

The fourth grandson's face turned white in an instant, and he looked at all the senior brothers, led by the senior brothers, all of whom pretended to be deaf and dumb. The third Meng Gu glanced at the senior brother and shook his head helplessly.

The disciples have followed the master of the door for many years, and they know very well that the master of the door must do everything he does when he talks about martial arts, and he is ruthless when he does it. So I don't want to answer very simple questions, the senior brother looks obscene on the surface, but in fact, he is also kind-hearted, so let the old thirteen come forward. Because the Lord of the Zhao Sect loves this youngest disciple the most on weekdays, he will not be particularly embarrassed by him. It's just that I didn't expect that the fourth grandson Yimao still didn't hold back the monkey's anxious temper.

Fang Yutong walked to the front in an orderly manner and saluted the door master. Zhao Xiaohong shouted in a low voice: "Out of the sword!"

Although the thirteenth brother is young, the exercises are not weak at all, and as the door master drank out, a sword aura suddenly appeared.

Accompanied by the sword qi, there was also an extremely violent Zhenyuan roaring out of the field, this was Zhao Xiaohong's fist. The punch was like the wind, and it came first, as fast as a meteor, and stopped steadily in front of the old thirteen.

Fang Yutong was bombarded by the fist intent and retreated again and again, the tightly tied Daoji was blown up, the black hair danced wildly, and the dusty grass and trees behind him were uprooted, as if a tornado was blowing out of thin air. Finally stabilized his body, and the steel sword in his hand was only half drawn.

"The sword, after all, is something outside the body, as long as it is not in the Creation Realm, it will always take some time to get out of the sword. The fist is innate, as long as the mind arrives, the fist will also arrive. Zhao Xiaohong explained.

The disciples nodded frequently. The third and sixth elders, who have always been diligent, even began to compare, and realized the fist that the master of the sect had just made was as fast as a meteor.

"Ah Mao, come here!"

The fourth stepped forward stubbornly. Zhao Men said: "Now, punch me." ”

The fourth Ah Mao knew that the master was strong, so he made a heart, and used seventy percent of his vitality to blast the punch that he thought was the most proud, but the remaining thirty percent was hidden and left for defense.

The clear sky suddenly sounded two thunderbolts, with a miserable scream, the old four flew down the mountain like a kite with a broken line, and the boulder behind him exploded, and Zhao Xiaohong laughed in the stone rain: "Happy!"

Xu Feng, who was standing on the side, was dumbfounded.

I've seen a domineering one, but I've never seen such a domineering one, with my own cultivation, even if I use the wind and rain sword, it will be a death with one punch. It's not easy to be a disciple of this family!

When Xu Feng was worried about his future fate, he heard a sharp shout from the bottom of the mountain: "Xiaohong!

As the shouts rang out, the remaining twelve disciples in the arena immediately looked down at their toes with a reflex. A burst of crimson suddenly rose on Zhao Xiaohong's swarthy face, making her even darker.

But after a while, a pretty middle-aged woman floated down the mountain, with red eyebrows and white teeth, tender skin, and a coquettish figure. came up and grabbed Zhao Xiaohong's ears and scolded loudly: "The old lady is depicting the red to the wonderful, you are here to blow up the thunder, and you deliberately can't get along with me, right? Who are you demonstrating with!"

Seeing that the Zhao Sect Master begged for mercy and did not dare to resist, the senior brother secretly glanced at the junior brothers, and more than a dozen people slipped away quietly without saying a word.

Xu Feng, who looked confused, didn't understand the situation in the field, but heard the senior brother whispering beside him: "If you don't leave, wait for death!"

Xu Feng came to his senses at this time, set up his crutches, limped, and chased after the senior brothers in a panic.

After a few days, Xu Feng couldn't eat well, and he couldn't sleep steadily, and he always thought about the shocking punch of the Zhao Sect Master. Although he is not afraid to fight against others, he knows that he will be beaten, but it is another matter.

Xu Feng even hoped that his injury would slow down and heal, but feeling the more and more abundant strength of his limbs, he knew that he couldn't hide, and after thinking about it, he still had to find the senior brother and let him come up with an idea.

After entering the Burning Star Tower, Xu Feng knew that cultivators had pills that specialized in assisting cultivation and recuperating from injuries and illnesses. In this world of cultivation, there are spiritual weapons, spiritual beasts, spiritual pills, spiritual fruits, and spiritual grasses. During Xu Feng's healing, Yi Tianxing once brought two elixirs to cultivate true yuan, Xu Feng ate one and secretly hid one. This thing is countless times better than Xu Feng's, Xu Feng has also made pills for Jiang Liao, although the effect is good, but it seems to be fundamentally different from these pills.

Xu Feng put the pill in a brocade box, and asked Li Ke to buy two roast chickens and half a pig's head from a famous braised meat shop at the foot of the mountain, and made a pot of fine soju, and deliberately picked a good day to ask the senior brother for advice.

The brothers and sisters all lived in a compound in the dining room. Before Xu Feng entered the door, the senior brother came out, and said politely: "What do you mean by this, junior brother, why should you be so polite as your own brother." But he didn't mean to stop it at all, and took the things in Xu Feng's hand. It made Xu Feng himself a little embarrassed.

The two brothers sat down. Xu Feng took out the brocade box from his arms, gently pushed it on the table, and said, "Senior brother, I really don't have the confidence to go through ten moves under the master of the door. ”

The senior brother didn't seem to see the things on the stone table at all, and said with a playful smile on his face: "Why, I don't want to be this old fourteenth, this position is reserved for you, and the brothers are looking forward to you." ”

Xu Feng regretted a little that he had taken out the pill so early. Said respectfully: "Yes, why don't you want to." Who doesn't want to be a disciple. With an innocent smile on his face, he said, "It's because I want to, so I came to my senior brother to ask for ideas." ”

Seeing Xu Feng pointed out the topic. The senior brother suddenly fell into deep thought, a pair of short eyebrows frowned, and the beard on the corners of his mouth was skimmed one by one, looking serious thinking.

When Xu Feng saw that there was a play, he felt a little more relaxed. As long as there is a way, the pills and silver will not be thrown in vain, and they will wait quietly for the senior brother to tell him a clever plan.

"Let's eat first!" said the elder brother suddenly.

"Ahh

"In the past few days, the food in the mountain gate is really a little tired. The senior brother said as he tore open the yellow paper and wrapped it in hot roast chicken and ate it. After eating a few bites, he filled himself with another glass of soju and drank it with an intoxicated face.

But for a moment, the aroma of roast chicken and braised meat in the house was overflowing, and the senior brother who was eating and drinking was completely ignoring Xu Feng, who was swallowing his saliva on the side.

Xu Feng was stunned again, until the table was in a mess, and the well-fed senior brother got a rag out of nowhere and wiped his face indiscriminately. said vaguely: "Old Fourteen, go back, things will be done." ”

Xu Feng looked at the senior brother with a determined face suspiciously, and wanted to open his mouth to ask, but the senior brother immediately shook his hand, which meant to give it away.

Whether it succeeded or not, Xu Feng had no choice but to stand up and bow respectfully. As soon as he turned around, the voice of the fourth grandson Yimao sounded at the door: "Boss, hide and eat alone, it's so fragrant!"

Xu Feng bowed to the fourth child again, and when he turned around, the brocade box on the table was gone. The senior brother used a bamboo skewer to pick the gap between his teeth indecently, and said: "Fourth, you came just right, you can also taste the mind of the junior brother." ”

The fourth grandson is a hair, with a white cloth wrapped around his right arm, and a white gauze wrapped around his head, a picture of a disabled person, and a pair of clever eyes dangling between the senior brother and Xu Feng.