Ahem!

At the top of the pavilion, Mu Ne Youth and Ye Lingyun were swept in by the billowing dust.

The two looked at each other, each with horror on their faces, staring at the movement in the dust below.

The clash of the six geniuses off the field is really majestic, completely comparable to the clash of the nine strong men of the martial arts.

At this moment, even Guang Junhou on the trees in the distance was staring closely at the dust area, and a trace of joy passed over his face.

The center of the dust.

Beimo stood in place, his feet rooted in the soil layer for half an inch, the trees and rockeries around him all collapsed and shattered, and everything in his field of vision was full of devastation.

Around him, several other teenagers, pale and embarrassed.

Among them, Nangong Fan and Yang Qingshan, who were facing head-on, both suffered internal injuries and had a poor complexion.

Zhao Yufei and Feng Yinyue, who attacked from the edge of the side, were also shocked out of the air and were slightly injured.

But there is only one exception.

At the edge of the dust area, there stood a young man, dressed in hunting clothes, but there were no scars on his body, except for a solemn face and short of breath.

"This guy's strength is probably more terrifying than most of the Ninefold powerhouses......"

Zhao Feng's chest rose and fell, staring at Beimo in the center of the dust.

From the clan to the clan, from Yuyang City to Guangling County, Zhao Feng had never encountered such a terrifying genius.

Perhaps, only Xin Wuxian, who has fought in the past, the mysterious young man, can take it out and compare it with one or two.

The dust cleared, and the situation on the field was clear.

Beimo stood in place, expressionless, and said indifferently: "The blow just now only activated sixty percent of my strength. ”

Sixty percent strength!

The geniuses present were shocked and wanted to speak, but they couldn't even spit out a word.

Is this the real strength of Beimo?

The corners of Feng Yinyue's mouth flashed with a hint of bitterness, and he really realized that Beimo Weilu could become the only personal disciple of Guangjun Hou, while he and the others could only be relegated to be registered disciples.

He didn't expect that the gap between the personal disciples and the registered disciples would be so big.

It is no wonder that the other party can get the attention of Guangjun Hou.

"It's only been a month, and Senior Brother Beimo has become so strong, and his strength is not much different from you and me. ”

Ye Lingyun sighed softly.

In the courtyard pavilion, a group of teenagers were speechless.

There was a dead silence.

On the big tree in the distance, Marquis Guangjun smiled, looked into the distance, and muttered: "It's soon, the time is coming......"

Half an hour later.

Dead silence was restored in the courtyard.

"Alas, Senior Brother Beimo, we have served. ”

Yang Qingshan was a little helpless, and said with a decadent expression.

Nangong Fan's face was weak, and a few traces of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

On the contrary, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei should be calmer, because the gap between their cultivation and Beimo is relatively large.

"Senior Brother Zhao. ”

Suddenly, Beimo's voice turned, and his gaze was fixed on Zhao Feng.

Well?

Zhao Feng was stunned, what's wrong?

The eyes of several geniuses on the field also fell on him.

"You sent that finger just now?"

Beimo stared at him and waved his sleeves.

A few people looked at it intently, only to see that there was a small hole the width of an index finger on Beimo's sleeve.

Of course, this small hole is only confined to Beimo's sleeve, and his arms are as white as ever, without a trace.

How is this done?

Even so, this surprised several people on the field.

At that time, when everyone was fighting, Beimo could be said to be sweeping with a blind eye, and the "ripple **" was like a heavenly net, negligent but not leaky, and even the attacks of Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan could not get close.

In the suspicious eyes of several people, Zhao Feng smiled slightly: "Maybe it's a fluke." ”

By the skin of one's teeth?

Yang Qingshan's eyes were slightly questioning, among the few people who besieged Beimo just now, it seemed that only Zhao Feng was unscathed.

Not only that, but his fingering attack actually drilled into the flaws and gaps of the North Ink Exercises, leaving a small hole in the latter's sleeve.

If you can do one of them, you may be able to blame it on luck, but if the two points meet together, the probability of a coincidence is very small.

"Huh!"

Ye Lingyun and Sanwei, who were watching the battle in the dark, were also slightly surprised.

The previous confrontation was so chaotic that none of them noticed these details.

It was Guang Junhou on the big tree in the distance, his eyes flashed, and he whispered: "Incredible insight, in that chaotic scene, grasp the flaws that flashed on Mo'er's body, and stab the target with his air fingers." ”

Those who fully understand the truth of the process, in addition to the parties Zhao Feng and Beimo, are only Guangjunhou.

Guangjunhou also analyzed it after the fact, and did not pay attention to this detail at that time.

"Fluke?"

Beimo didn't pursue it further, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

He single-handedly shocked the six top geniuses, and could have "ended perfectly".

But how could there be such an anomaly as Zhao Feng, not only was he not injured, but he also left a small hole in his sleeve with an index finger width.

This is arguably the only blemish.

Since he was accepted as a personal disciple by Guangjun Hou, he has hardly lost to others anywhere in his generation.

But since he met Zhao Feng, he has repeatedly made exceptions.

First, in terms of memory, he lost to Zhao Feng, and now the other party let him end perfectly, leaving a stain.

A friendship between fellow students ends here.

Ye Lingyun, Sanwei, and Guangjun Hou, who were hidden behind the scenes, left one after another.

This exchange made all the disciples of the Marquis of Guangjun have their own gains, and they have gone back to retreat and comprehend.

On the way back, Zhao Feng still had the invincible blow of Beimo in his mind.

It's so strong!

Zhao Feng couldn't find a way to confront it head-on.

Moreover, that blow only used sixty percent of Beimo's strength.

Zhao Feng once opened his left eye and observed Beimo, the other party's cultivation was extremely close to the ninefold, and the internal strength of the martial arts he cultivated was very special, and the level of power was better than his own "Returning to the Yuan Qi Technique".

After analysis, he determined that Beimo had cultivated at least two or three holy martial arts.

Among them, "Ripple **" is a few points more powerful than the average holy martial arts.

This made Zhao Feng realize that even the Holy Martial Arts were high and low.

Soon, he remembered what he had seen in the library about the division of the ranks of the Holy Martial Arts.

"Sacred Martial Arts is divided into lower, middle, high, and top levels. What I saw in the 'Holy Goods Building' that day should have been the lower steps of the Holy Goods. ”

Zhao Feng had a lot of knowledge and information in his mind.

Two days ago, he "acquired" a large amount of knowledge in the library cabinet, and his experience increased greatly, but there was still more knowledge, which was not digested by him.

......

After returning to his residence, Zhao Feng began to understand the experience of today's exchange and benefited a lot.

In particular, the "following the wind" in the "four winds" has realized the essence of it.

Not only that, Zhao Feng also had a breakthrough understanding of the second move "tornado".

Call!

Zhao Feng ran Guiyuan's internal strength, his body and hands danced gently, and the sound of breaking the air came from his body, and the internal strength caused the rotation and roar of the strong wind.

Finger Points!

Zhao Feng pointed out, and the sound of the wind erupting came from all over his body, and a simple finger seemed to trigger the wind around him, producing a wide range of impacts.

"I see, 'Wind Style' is very useful for body footwork, while 'Tornado Pose' can increase the power and momentum of the move, and it can produce a range of power. ”

Zhao Feng became more and more enlightened.

The four wind types are: with the wind, tornado, residual wind, and gale.

One is more profound and powerful than the other.

So far, Zhao Feng has mastered the wind style, and the tornado style has also comprehended five or six points.

If his guess is correct, the next remnant wind style and gale style must all belong to powerful attack moves.

For several days in a row, Zhao Feng was mostly in comprehension.

this day.

Zhao Feng woke up from his comprehension and opened his eyes.

"Zhao Gongzi, Master Ye Lingyun has sent a message that he has summoned you. ”

Outside the door came the sound of a servant hurrying.

There is usually nothing urgent, and the servants do not disturb him.

And this time, it seems extraordinary.

Zhao Feng walked out of the house and got the gathering place from the servant.

The gathering place is in the Tianwei camp.

After a while, Zhao Feng came to the pavilion in the middle of the wasteland of the Tianwei Camp.

When he arrived, there were already quite a few people sitting in the pavilion.

The two leaders were Mu Ne Youth and Ye Lingyun.

followed by the registered disciples of Guangjun Hou, as well as the new "Ten Heavenly Guards" ten young geniuses.

After a while, Beimo and Yang Qingshan also arrived.

All the people are here.

"Sanwei-sama, what the hell happened?"

A teenager asked.

The young man said: "It has something to do with the last task of suppressing bandits. ”

Bandit mission?

Zhao Feng was slightly surprised, last time in the Kou Chao area, weren't those bandits killed in pieces?

The young people present also looked puzzled.

Zhao Feng thought about it, if it was a simple bandit, there was no need to dispatch a few disciples of Guangjun Hou, and even his own disciple Beimo came.

"Here's the thing, in the chaotic area where you suppressed bandits last time, in the bordering Hengyun Sky Forest, a large number of fierce beasts and wild beasts burst out, attacking nearby villages and towns, and even forming a large-scale 'beast tide', purposefully killing Guangling County. ”

Ye Lingyun explained the reason.

Beast tide?

The teenagers present were a little surprised.

In the chaotic area, how could there be a beast tide for no reason?

Zhao Feng couldn't help but ponder, but he remembered the situation when he pursued the leader of the remnant wolf that day.

At that time, chasing into Hengyun Tianlin, Zhao Feng's left eye saw the terrifying "Hat-Fighting Man", as well as several high-level fierce beasts that appeared inexplicably.

"The scale of the beast tide is not trivial, there are a large number of low-level fierce beasts, and there are some high-level fierce beasts, which have destroyed several villages and towns, and will even threaten the county seat of Guangling. ”

Ye Lingyun's expression was solemn.

High-level beasts?

There were some teenagers on the field, and they couldn't help but tremble.

There is no shortage of rumors about the horror of high-level beasts.

Zhao Feng had even personally experienced the "Two-Winged Saber-toothed Tiger" and "Scarlet Python" that he encountered in Hengyun Tianlin at the beginning, what a terrifying existence it was, each of them had the power to destroy villages, and could even threaten a small city like Yuyang City.

"Guangling County has sent troops and warriors, but there are still some insufficient manpower. This beast tide is also an opportunity for you to experience. Lord Guangjun Marquis ordered to send you to assist in the defense. ”

The young man explained his intentions.

Assist defense?

When the teenagers heard this, they breathed a sigh of relief, and many of them were slightly excited.

"By fighting, you can improve your strength and stimulate your potential. ”

Zhao Feng's mentality is optimistic and positive.

While the crowd was talking.

Chirp –

In the sky above Guangling County, there was a sharp scream, which shocked the soul.

"What's the situation! Could it be that the beast has already killed the county town of Guangling?"

Zhao Feng's heart sudden.

His left eye, in an instant, penetrated a distance of twenty or thirty miles, and saw a huge golden bird in the sky, spreading its wings and flying, swallowing clouds and rolling gas, with a grand momentum, more than one grade stronger than the two-winged saber-toothed tiger he had ever seen.