However, under Ling Yunfeng's stubborn stalking, Xiao Tian was also a little impatient, so he handed over the Wind Thunder Fist to him, which made Ling Yunfeng secretly happy for a long time, and he couldn't help but say in his heart: "It seems that being thick-skinned is also an extraordinary ability." ”

Ling Yunfeng thought about it, his current martial arts only had one Mountain Breaking Fist, and if he counted the Soul Destroying Spirit Seal, there were only two.

The Soul Exterminating Spirit Seal is a means of soul attack, and Xiao Tian estimates that this level is at least equivalent to the Xuan-level soul skill of this world, and it can definitely become one of his own hole cards.

But that mountain-breaking fist, according to Xiao Tian's estimate, should only be equivalent to the yellow-level martial arts of this world, and the level is quite high for some ordinary people, but if you meet some disciples of the big sects, it is strange that people do not have high-level martial arts, and it is definitely yourself who suffers when you fight with others.

Although almost everyone thinks that they are dead now, although they are in a much safer situation, they can't never go back, once they appear and let the people of the Xiao family know, they will definitely attract endless hunting and killing again.

At this time, Ling Yunfeng always felt that there was an invisible net hanging over his head, and he might squeeze it down at any time.

Besides, he is now in the Cangmang Mountains, and there are many crises, and one more strength is one more chance to save his life.

For these reasons, Ling Yunfeng must quickly improve his strength, so that he can better deal with some situations and protect his relatives around him.

And now the best and fastest way to improve your strength is to cultivate some high-level martial arts.

From Xiao Tian's mouth, Ling Yunfeng learned that the power of this Wind Thunder Fist was much stronger than he imagined.

It is said that this Wind Thunder Fist was one of Xiao Tian's biggest tricks that year, and relying on this move, Wind Thunder Fist Xiao Tian had almost no opponents in the same level of cultivation back then.

There are three types of this wind and thunder fist, the first type is the wind and thunder shock that Ling Yunfeng just cast, the second type is called wind and thunder, and the power is more than ten times that of the first type, and the third type is called wind and thunder kill, and the power is hundreds of times that of the second type.

However, although the power of the Wind Thunder Fist was powerful, it was extremely difficult to cultivate, and even Xiao Tian had only cultivated to the second type of Wind Thunder Movement of the Wind Thunder Fist.

According to the set of yellow-rank martial arts and ** that Xiao Tian obtained in the Four-Winged Qingluan Cave some time ago, it can be judged that the first form of this Wind Thunder Fist can be compared with the Xuan-level high-level martial arts in this world.

As for the level of Wind Thunder Movement and Wind Thunder Kill, it is even higher, and as for the martial arts equivalent to that level in this world, Xiao Tian didn't say anything.

But Ling Yunfeng can also roughly guess that even the first type of wind and thunder shock is so high, so the level of the second and third types is needless to say that they are also higher than the first type, at least they are equivalent to the martial arts of this world's local level, or even higher.

Thinking of this, Ling Yunfeng couldn't help but feel a little excited and excited, but he was also a little helpless, because Xiao Tian said that his strength at this time was too low to cultivate Wind Thunder Movement and Wind Thunder Kill, so he resolutely did not give it to him.

However, Ling Yunfeng was relieved after thinking about it, at this time, there was no need for him to rush to the second and third forms of the Wind Thunder Fist, he still understood the truth that he could not chew too much, and after he successfully cultivated the first form of the Wind Thunder Fist, it was not too late to cultivate the second and third forms, anyway, the Wind Thunder Fist was in Xiaotian, and he was afraid that he would lose it.

However, the first type of Wind Thunder Shock of this Wind Thunder Fist didn't seem to be as good to cultivate as Ling Yunfeng imagined.

At this time, it was already the twelfth time he had tried to urge the Wind Thunder Shock, but it was obvious that he still didn't succeed this time, which showed how difficult this Wind Thunder Shock was to cultivate.

However, Ling Yunfeng is obviously not a person who will give up so easily, no matter whether he is in his past life or in this life, what Ling Yunfeng lacks most is never perseverance.

After scolding fiercely a few times, the martial energy in Ling Yunfeng's whole body surged out again, poured into his hand, and the handprint flew over, quickly condensing a fist mark flashing with blue and white lightning on his fist and bombarded the boulder in front of him.

"Whew!" the fist mark hit the boulder, but it didn't make much noise, and the boulder was still trembling half-dead for a few times, and then continued to calm down.

"Damn! Lao Tzu doesn't believe it! Come again. ”

"Whew!"

"Brother and you are married!"

In the valley, Ling Yunfeng's angry shouts continued one after another, and after half an hour, the voice gradually became smaller, Ling Yunfeng's face became pale, his martial energy had already been exhausted, and he collapsed to the ground in collapse, panting heavily.

"This Wind Thunder Fist is really difficult to cultivate!" Ling Yunfeng scolded, this Wind Thunder Fist is much more difficult to cultivate than that Mountain Breaking Fist, it seems that every time this martial art is one level apart, the difficulty of cultivation is much more difficult.

After throwing a Hui Yuan Pill into his mouth, Ling Yunfeng struggled to get up and recovered cross-legged pranayama in place.

Whenever a cultivator is exhausted, the benefits of cultivating immediately are the greatest, because at this time, the muscles and veins of the cultivator's whole body will be more greedy and eager for spiritual energy than ever before, and the tendons and veins in the body will also be the most malleable.

The extremely fast recovery of martial energy can not only warm and nourish the muscles and veins and make the muscles and veins more flexible, but also have the effect of widening the muscles and veins. The breadth of the veins determines the flow speed of the martial qi, which also means that it determines the speed at which the cultivator can make moves during battle.

The duel between the strong can often decide a person's life and death in an instant, so the speed of this move may only be half a second faster, which seems to be extremely short, but it often determines a person's fate.

Hui Yuan Dan melted in his mouth, and under the devouring and refining of the Refining Heaven Decision, it turned into a trace of warm martial air, filling the tendons and veins in Ling Yunfeng's body, and finally flowing into the sea of qi continuously, replenishing the martial qi of the depleted land.

With the help of Hui Yuan Dan, Ling Yunfeng can save a lot of recovery time, and ordinary martial cultivators don't want to recover after a day or two after they are exhausted, but for Ling Yunfeng, who has the Heaven Refining Technique and Hui Yuan Dan, only half an hour is enough, which saves most of his time when time is already tight.

About half an hour later, Ling Yunfeng slowly got up, twisted his body, stretched his waist, and the joints of his whole body "crackled" for a while, making him feel comfortable.

"Come again!" I felt that the martial qi in my body had recovered almost the same again, and this martial qi seemed to be much more condensed than before. Ling Yunfeng smiled with satisfaction, the fist mark in his hand formed again, and a crystal fist mark slowly formed and wrapped around the fist, flashing a burst of strong blue-white electricity, and bursts of energy fluctuations leaked out.

After half a ring, the energy of the fist mark on the fist surface had been condensed to the extreme, Ling Yunfeng was no longer suppressed, and then smashed forward with a punch, and the blue-white fist mark wrapped in the fist flashed with lightning suddenly swept out of the fist and slammed into the boulder pile fiercely.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the fist mark hit the boulder in front of him, and a low explosion sound sounded in a blue-white lightning in an instant, and the power of the fist mark seemed to be much stronger than before, but it still didn't seem to shake the boulder.

Ling Yunfeng glanced at the boulder that was only half-dead and trembling, shook his head with a slight smile, and then continued to wave his arms to try.

In the midst of repeated failures and attempts, the sky gradually darkened. Ling Yunfeng dragged his tired body back to a temporary cave he had found a few days ago, and after eating some dry food, he stuffed a Hui Yuan Dan into his mouth and sat on a simple bed temporarily erected in the cave to breathe.

Before dawn the next day, Ling Yunfeng continued to come to the edge of the pool to cultivate this Wind and Thunder Fist, and then a low explosion mixed with angry scolding echoed in the valley again.

It wasn't until after dark again that Ling Yunfeng still returned to the cave to breathe.

Time passed slowly, and five days had passed unconsciously, although Ling Yunfeng had not brought out the true power of this Wind Thunder Fist, he could obviously see that he had a trace of progress, and this trace of progress was enough to motivate Yun Feng to continue to persevere......

In the Wind Forest Adventure Camp, in a rather large courtyard, dozens of men in uniform with weapons were guarding outside a hall, looking at the uniforms on these people, they were members of the dark ghost mercenary group.

In the gloomy atmosphere of the hall, standing at the top was a middle-aged man in a gray robe with a gloomy face, and in addition to that, there were more than a dozen men sitting on either side of the first place, and the aura of these men was quite strong.

One of the middle-aged men and a bald man were acquaintances to Ling Yunfeng, and these two were Zhang Lun, the third head of the Dark Ghost Mercenary Regiment, and Hu Cong, the fourth head of the Dark Ghost Mercenary Regiment.

It's just that at this time, the two of them are sitting quietly in the hall, bowing their heads and not daring to make a sound, obviously there should be a character they are afraid of in this hall.

At this time, in the center of the hall, three cold corpses lightly covered with white cloth were lying quietly on the ground.

Looking at the three corpses, everyone in the hall remained silent, not daring to make the slightest sound, because they could already detect the cold murderous intent emanating from the body of the gray-robed middle-aged man at the head of the hall.

"Can anyone tell me what is going on, who killed my son?"

The gray-robed middle-aged man stared at the three corpses in the hall with blood-red eyes, his face was extremely hideous, his teeth were creaking, and in his voice, suppressed violent anger and killing intent came out of his mouth.

"Bang!" The next moment, the gray-robed middle-aged man suddenly swung out with a fierce momentum, directly smashing a table beside him to smash, and roared wildly: "No matter who dares to kill my Yu Lin's son and brother, I will not break him into pieces." ”

In fact, it's no wonder that this gray-robed middle-aged man would be so out of shape, anyone's two sons and a brother were killed, it was difficult not to go crazy.

"Say, what's going on?" After half a ring, the gloomy middle-aged man took a deep breath, and after suppressing the emotions in his heart a little, Sen Leng glanced at several people in the hall and asked.