Han Feng shook his head, the powerful strength of the Battle Emperor lingered in his mind all the time. Han Feng has a sense of urgency, I'm afraid that if his strength increases slowly like this, I'm afraid that something bad will await him.

"I entered as a magician, and I was a magician. ”

The mentors looked at Han Feng, who insisted on entering, shook their heads, put away Han Feng's nameplate, and then recorded Han Feng's name on the magic card, and said again:

"Remember, magicians can't go deep into the wind source, the wind blade here is terrifying, don't joke with your own life, do what you can. ”

Han Feng nodded and entered the Wind Refining Cave.

As soon as he entered the Wind Refining Cave, Han Feng immediately felt a huge wind pressure coming towards him, and the wind outside was not even a breeze compared to the inside. The Wind Refining Cave was constantly flying sand and rocks, and there was a rumbling sound of wind from afar, and this was just the periphery, and in a metal shell on the side, there were six or seven magicians who were sitting cross-legged in their respective enchantment arrays and feeling the breath of the wind, feeling that Han Feng came and nodded slightly, and stopped paying attention.

Han Feng's mind moved, and the inner armor on his body slowly shrank, only protecting some vital parts, and even the leather armor was collected in other parts except for a black coat. For outsiders, the wind pressure is very violent, Han Feng only got used to it for a while and there was no discomfort, this is indeed a good place to squeeze the potential of martial artists, not only potential, when feeling the surrounding wind, the sword intent on Han Feng's body slowly awakened, and as his body slowly spread to the outside, it formed filaments and scattered in the air. Han Feng didn't even need to use his spiritual power, just with these sword wires, Han Feng could feel the cold wind that filled the valley and could not be vented.

The rhythm of the wind is very ethereal for a warrior. The wind is invisible and shadowless, and it is better to let the warrior feel the trajectory of the wind than to let him directly feel the wind blade, but for Han Feng, who has cultivated magic and swordsmanship, he really feels its existence. Although the wind here is chaotic, as long as you feel it with your heart, you can still dodge it.

Han Feng remembered the training in his previous life. When I was beaten by the group at that time, I was beaten very badly at first, and I didn't know how to dodge at all, but only after beating a lot could I realize that those fists needed to be dodged and which fists could be resisted.

This principle still applies here, avoiding the important and light, and it is the most reasonable to take it step by step.

From the wind, Han Feng felt which winds were violent and which winds were more docile. The perception of the wind has not been touched upon for the time being. The reason is very simple, first of all, Han Feng must thoroughly master the laws of the earth system in order to advance to the great magician, the last time he comprehended the two earth characteristics, it was enough to double Han Feng's spiritual sea, and the current cultivation of spiritual power Han Feng did not deliberately do it, for the tower body, the stronger the tower base, the greater the achievements in the future.

But even so, it does not affect the closeness of the Korean style, the fury, the docility of the wind, the freedom of the wind, and the melody of the wind.

This is a kind of artistic conception, as long as you feel each wind with your heart, you can really understand the wind by feeling the strength of the wind, most of the warriors will use the way of battle qi to protect the body to stimulate the potential, and delusionally use this method to squeeze out the potential contained in every cell in their body, only when the battle qi is exhausted will they test the wind and temper their muscles and bones.

Han Feng didn't do this, closed his eyes and let the strong wind blow the long wind, blowing the black clothes whirring, and slowly walked towards the depths.

The magician who stayed in the iron shell stopped in surprise and looked in the direction of the Korean wind. This young man is even younger than them, and although Xiu Wei can't see it, he is much weaker than those war kings in terms of momentum, but even so, this young man doesn't seem to realize the danger yet, and walks slowly inside. Some people screamed and reminded them, but Feng isolated the kindness of these people far away, and slowly, Han Feng disappeared from everyone's eyes.

"Hey. Another young man who is overconfident in his own strength, I hope he can come out alive!"

A wind mage in his twenties sighed as he looked at the vanishing figure, and finally all the mages shook their heads and continued their realizations.

Han Feng felt the trajectory of the wind with his heart, some wind blades were directly slashed on his body, the black clothes had already been cut into tatters, only a few strips of rags were left hanging on his body, Han Feng's body began to slowly appear scars, and he advanced almost 200 meters or so, and Han Feng finally stopped.

"Let's get used to the intensity here first!It's still a long way to go down!" Feeling the hot pain on his body, Han Feng took a deep breath.

In this way, the wind blades slashed at Han Feng, Han Feng stood up and faced it, and sometimes he would turn his body sideways to avoid some sharp wind blades, and time passed every second like this. There are no skills to follow in this kind of body refining, and only by holding back can every part of the body be sharpened.

Han Feng gritted his teeth and endured the blow of the wind blade, and there were already two deep footprints on the ground, where the wind pressure was extremely strong, not only to endure the pain all over the body, but also to firmly tie his feet, otherwise he would be blown up by the wind if he was not careful, and he might not be able to adjust his posture again and suffer more serious injuries at that time.

The all-encompassing pressure in the underground made Han Feng's whole body no longer temper all the time. Thinking of the dark day of suffering underground, Han Feng could only focus his whole body on the pulse of perception. But now in the face of the messy wind, Han Feng can only focus on the perception of the wind.

The wind is invisible, the wind is merciless. In just half a day, Han Feng's body was already a little unbearable, and this kind of cutting was destroying Han Feng's nerves all the time. gritted his teeth again and again, and fell to his knees again and again. This kind of training is indeed a test of human will. Mouths were drawn all over his body, and as soon as the blood seeped out of the wound, it was blown away by the fierce wind, and the extensive scratches also made Han Feng's face pale.

This kind of masochistic training is not without effect, often the body of the martial artist needs external stimulation all the time, the reason why Han Feng advanced rapidly is also because under heavy pressure for a long time, the muscles of the whole body have been in a critical state, fighting against pressure all the time, but everything is not absolute, the muscles will slowly enter a state of fatigue with the contraction and contraction, and the absorbed heat will slowly decrease with the adaptation of gravity in a saturated state, which is the bottleneck.

Now Han Feng's masochistic effect is also very significant, in addition to the healing ability of muscles, more flesh and blood in the body began to produce a sense of crisis. The wounds cut by the wind blade begin to heat up, and the gray wounds begin to become fresh with the blood injection, and after the second injury, the body will slowly remember the pain, and the muscle strain will begin to adapt to the injury, and over time, the wounded parts of the body will slowly become tough with the slow repair.

After realizing this, Han Feng's eyes also became extremely resolute, he was still too smooth before, how could he know that the original scars could also sharpen a person's will in this way, it seems that penance and gradual progress are inseparable, and those powerful martial artists didn't come over like this? Resources, medicines, and exercises are important, but the heart of a strong man is also essential.

Time passed quickly, and some resting magicians kept looking at the center of the wind source while chatting and communicating, it had been a day since the previous teenager entered, and his figure still hadn't appeared, could it be that something had happened?

But I can't go out to inform the tutor, you must know that the nameplate is precious only once a month, in case you go out, even if it ends, I'm afraid the gain outweighs the loss. I can only wish the boy good luck.

After a day of cultivation, Han Feng slowly began to adapt to the strength of the wind blade, and although Han Feng's whole body was now tattered and scarred, there was no uncomfortable look on Han Feng's face. All parts of the body have adapted to this pain, and Han Feng's nerves have stubbornly ignored these pains.

The sand and dust under his feet have been piled up near his legs, Han Feng's eyes looked at the center of the wind source in the distance, the battle intent rose in his eyes, and the trajectory of the wind became clearer and clearer. The wind source is always rotating in this closed environment, and it seems to be chaotic at first, but in fact, all the wind blades are doing whirlpool movements with the wind source, Han Feng already has a plan in his heart, and after his body is completely adapted, he will enter the wind source for trial.

"That's all for today, you still have to eat your meal. ”