"It's not what you think, I can't always stay at the first level and the first stage, our deacons in Qingyunmen are all second-level and middle-level martial artists. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Wei Fengdao.

"I don't understand!" Meng Yao looked away.

"Actually, I have already broken through to the first and second stages, and I just want to accompany you to practice martial arts more. Wei Feng said.

"How could you progress so quickly?" Meng Yao asked in amazement, rubbing her moist eyes.

"I don't know, but I think it's easy. ”

"Oh, I'm leaving, Master came back yesterday, I'll tell him. Meng Yao got up and walked away slowly, forgetting to pick up the medium-grade spirit stone in his hand.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless, Wei Feng of course knew what Meng Yao was thinking, let out a slight sigh, and returned to the Magic Weapon Palace.

As soon as he finished drawing a few talismans, Kan Ze rushed over, and put his big hand on Wei Feng's wrist, and he really found that the Gang Qi in Wei Feng's body had accumulated a lot, and he had entered the first and second stages of the martial arts.

"Well, I didn't expect it to go so fast. Kan Ze praised it, and asked suspiciously: "Xiaofeng, the true qi in your body seems to be the second layer of the Peiyuan period." ”

"Probably!" Wei Feng laughed.

"There is no conflict between Gang Qi and True Qi, right?"

"No, each occupies a piece of land and is safe. Wei Feng nodded.

"It's rare, the genius of Daowu double cultivation, the vision of the head is above us. Kan Ze said.

Kan Ze has an opinion on Wei Feng's promotion to a named deacon, not to be jealous, after all, Wei Feng's cultivation is too low to afford this position, and now he understands that the candidate talent reserved by the head of the family has an immeasurable future.

"Master, quickly teach me how to practice the third layer?" Wei Feng urged.

Kan Ze thought about it, asked Wei Feng to take a pen and paper, recorded all the practice methods of the entire level and nine stages of the martial artist, and handed it over to Wei Feng, saving him from teaching again and again, and the head of the sect could make an exception, and he shouldn't be considered a violation.

Wei Feng happily put it away, Kan Ze let him punch in the courtyard again, and saw that Wei Feng's fists and feet were quite disciplined, and his skills were quite flexible, and he was even more amazed.

"From tomorrow onwards, you can't practice against Meng Yao, her cultivation is too low, I will arrange a first-level and second-stage martial artist to cooperate with you. ”

As Wei Feng expected, Kan Ze really gave up Meng Yao and found him a new opponent.

"Master, tell him to be merciful!" Wei Feng exclaimed.

"You are a named deacon, and he will not dare to beat you, but it is not good for you to be humble, and it is better to be fair. Kan Ze said this, naturally hoping that Wei Feng's strength could be further improved.

That night, the moonlight was in the sky and the stars were shining, Wei Feng was lying on the bed in the hut, a little nostalgic for Meng Yao, since Luo Lingyue left, he felt lonely and couldn't get rid of that longing, until this stage of daily practice and heart-to-heart talks with Meng Yao, he regained his old happiness.

The two girls are a bit domineering, because of their good family background, in comparison, Luo Lingyue is smarter, and Meng Yao is a little honest.

Forget it! If you can't become a strong person, you won't be able to protect your own woman, and you will still have less love and less trouble.

On a distant mountain, but there is no such bright moonlight, the sky is dark, and it is drizzling, a girl in a yellow dress, dragging her tired body, stands in front of the window, silently looking at the distance covered by rain and fog.

The rain splashed over, wetting her face and covering her falling tears, and she muttered in an inaudible voice: "It's been so long, I don't know if Xiaofeng is doing well, is he still alive?"

"Senior Sister Luo, I think if my lover is discovered, the ending will be very miserable. Another girl in the same room reminded with a smile.

"Senior sister, I don't have a lover!"

"Senior sister, I am a person from the past, I can see through everything, men don't have a good thing, they see different ideas, they are romantic, and women are just prey in their eyes. When you are far away from them, they will do everything they can to please them, and once they get close, they can't help themselves and leave their fate to men. ”

The girl chattered about her experience, but the girl in the yellow dress didn't speak again, and continued to look out the window at the drizzle, just like her lingering grievances.

The next morning, Wei Feng came to the martial arts training ground as promised, and Kan Ze brought a first-level and second-stage martial artist named Zhao Zhuang, who was tall and big, and his pimple meat was quite prominent.

Wei Feng glanced at it and saw that Meng Yao was swinging his fist behind a tree, again and again, quite fiercely, hitting the leaves and falling non-stop, and his hands were red.

"Deacon Wei, you can't beat me. Zhao Zhuang looked at Wei Feng and said cautiously.

"Not necessarily, let the horse come!" Wei Feng ripped off his waist card and opened the stance.

Kan Ze grabbed the waist card for Wei Feng and nodded with satisfaction, this is like the spirit of a warrior, daring to duel.

"Zhao Zhuang, don't be merciful. Kan Ze said.

With the bottom in his heart, Zhao Zhuang waved his iron fist and attacked like a storm, Wei Feng's figure flashed for a while, and after dodging a round of attacks, he immediately launched a counterattack.

After such a long time of practice, Wei Feng has roughly mastered the way of fighting, his eyes are fast, his hands are fast, and his movements must be steady and accurate, so that he can defeat his opponent in one fell swoop.

Boom!

Wei Feng's fist rushed forward, directly with Zhao Zhuang's fist, and the two of them took more than a dozen steps back together.

Just when Zhao Zhuang was stunned, Wei Feng had a wind under his feet, ran over quickly, and flew straight to Zhao Zhuang's front door with a volley.

Good!

Everyone applauded in unison, forgetting the practice in their hands, Zhao Zhuang is also a practitioner, he has practiced martial arts for many years, and his hands suddenly exerted force and grabbed Wei Feng's feet.

Everyone's hearts immediately hung up, but they saw Wei Feng's body falling diagonally, and before Zhao Zhuang could make the next move, the other foot had already kicked on his lower abdomen.

Zhao Zhuang screamed, let go of his hands, and squatted down holding his stomach.

Wei Feng also fell to the ground, stood up with a bounce, and pointed at Zhao Zhuang in a loud voice: "Don't pretend to be a bad seed, come here and continue to fight!"

Xu Meng and Zhu Jun, who were watching the battle, were stupid, was this still the Wei Feng they had ever seen?

Zhao Zhuang was agitated, his eyes were red, and he swung his fist again, and the next move was ruthless, boom! Wei Feng was punched heavily in the chest, and the whole person flew out more than ten meters away.

Seeing this, Meng Yao, who was in the distance, hurriedly ran over, but saw that Wei Feng was like crazy, and rushed over desperately again, entangled with Zhao Zhuang.

Bang bang bang!

Every blow was a heavy blow, Wei Feng shot quite fiercely, punching Zhao Zhuang on his shoulders, chest, lower abdomen, etc., Zhao Zhuang who hit him couldn't get up at all, and he kept screaming, and was helped out of the martial arts training ground.

"Who else is going to compare with me!" Wei Feng also had a color on his face, but he still raised his fist high.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow!"

Kan Ze threw the waist card to Wei Feng, his face was a little ugly, the spirit of a warrior, of course, was to fight hard, but Wei Feng was more like venting his emotions.

Looking at Meng Yao, who was slowly walking behind the tree, Kan Ze seemed to understand something, and left the martial arts training ground silently, while Wei Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and returned to the Magic Weapon Palace without looking back.

"Xiaofeng, you don't need to fight like this!" Zhou Fatong complained distressedly.

"Master, don't worry, I'm fine, go back and practice for a while, the injury will be healed, and we won't delay refining the fireball beads." Wei Feng pretended to smile relaxedly, but in fact, every bone joint was hurting.

"Alas, you must not make a mistake. Zhou Fatong shook his head, left the Dharma Palace with his hands behind his back, and turned around and admonished, "Xiaofeng, rest in the afternoon! ”