It's a strong wind, it's a fast wind.

Yan Feng felt this wind, and he knew that it was definitely not simple. And this is a time of crisis, and you can only do your best, and you can't care if you still suffer from internal injuries. One turned around and had come to the corner.

And Yan Feng had just dodged over, and the furnace in place was suddenly knocked away. Immediately afterward, a hurricane swept all around.

Yan Feng was already surrounded by the hurricane, and Mr. Fire was standing outside. Hua Yun fell to the side, and as soon as she stood up, she saw Yan Feng trapped. She didn't know why Mr. Huo wanted to attack the two of them, but she knew that Yan Feng was seriously injured now and must be in danger. hurriedly got up and wanted to help Yan Feng, but just as soon as he encountered the hurricane that surrounded Yan Feng, he was bounced away with a "whoosh".

"Yan Feng"!

Hua Yun fell to the ground again and shouted anxiously. And Yan Feng didn't answer her words, under this strong wind, the voice seemed to have been blocked. In Yan Feng's ears, there were gusts of wind now.

Hua Yun's soft whip on her waist swung and hit the hurricane. But the bullet came back and hit herself. For the first time, Hua Yun tasted what it was like to be whipped by herself. The hot pain made the corners of her mouth grin.

"You'd better not disturb him, he's not the only one hurt. You're also injured, so it's better to recuperate!" Mr. Fire's voice slowly sounded in Hua Yun's ears.

Immediately afterwards, Hua Yun was horrified to find that her body could no longer move. No matter how hard you struggle, there is no point.

The whirring wind has blocked the water around Yan Feng.

The whirring wind seemed a little strange on this night.

But I do have to admit that it does add a touch of novelty to this silent and boring night.

Yan Feng stood in the wind circle, acting very calm, he couldn't feel the outside world and things, but it was as if all this had nothing to do with him. And this hurricane not only separated him from the outside world, but also completely cut off his perception of the outside.

"I didn't expect Mr. Huo's internal strength to have been trained to such a point!" Seeing the hurricane around him, Yan Feng had to sigh, and he had a little more respect for this Mr. Huo.

Those who practice martial arts are divided into moves and internal strength. Both are to be paved together, and it cannot be said which is more important, both must be practiced. And these two will be divided into different stages within each of them.

If it is staged, there will naturally be the highest realm. The highest realm of moves is no moves, and people like Guo Lingyi, Sword Kill, Yun Xiang, etc., who take a sword and learn a sword, the highest realm can also be called no sword.

The cultivation of internal force has three stages. Chemical force, condensation, wind resistance.

Beginners learn internal skills, and the qualifications are generally calculated, and within five years, they are in the realm of chemical power. This is to strengthen the body, which is much stronger and more powerful than ordinary people.

And after five years, if a cultivator has a breakthrough in the process, he will enter the condensation qi. At this moment, he can already attach his own internal force to weapons and bodies. There are even more strong cultivators, who can send out their internal force far away at this moment.

The realm of condensation is also different, and some martial arts geniuses can do a lot after only ten years of cultivation. Some have mediocre qualifications, even if they have studied hard for 30 years. Although there are many people with strong martial arts in martial arts, and there are also many people with strong internal strength, most of them are in the realm of condensation.

Why is Yan Feng surprised now? Why is he sighing? Because he has already sensed from Mr. Fire's hurricane that Mr. Fire has probably reached the highest level of internal strength, resisting the wind.

Resist the wind, this is a realm higher than condensation.

Those who enter the wind are physically and mentally integrated with nature. Nature is itself, and it is nature.

No matter how strong the internal force of a person in the realm of condensation is, he still needs something from the media. Such as weapons, the body. And the wind is completely useless, standing there, there is an internal force swept from the body. It's the same no matter where you go, no matter where you are.

Yan Feng was secretly shocked by Mr. Huo's cultivation, no wonder every one of the gentlemen he had met before was so powerful, but Mr. Huo was still the head of the Seven Gentlemen. It turns out that he has reached this point, and I'm afraid that even if the remaining gentlemen join forces, they can't do anything about him.

But although he was surprised, Yan Feng, who knew this, also inspired a competitive heart in his heart.

Some people are afraid that they will never meet such an opponent in their lives. For everyone who practices martial arts, moves and cultivation are important, but the key is actual combat. Only when it is used flexibly in actual combat, can it be dealt with calmly and will always be invincible.

If you want to make a breakthrough and have actual combat experience, you must find people who surpass you in these aspects. Mr. Fire, definitely a good choice.

"Poof"!, Yan Feng suddenly spat out blood. In fact, he was already seriously injured, and under such pressure from Mr. Fire, he felt like his chest was being pressed against a dead stone. Moreover, the big stone was getting heavier and stronger, and it was so heavy that Yan Feng was almost out of breath.

A smile appeared at the corner of Yan Feng's mouth, then he indifferently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly sat down on the spot.

The whirring wind is still sweeping.

Hua Yun, who couldn't move outside the hurricane, couldn't see the sound inside the wind circle, and could only see Yan Feng sitting on the ground a little vaguely.

Seeing Yan Feng's behavior, Hua Yun couldn't help but secretly scold him for being a fool in her heart! Why did you sit down at this time? Don't you know that there were more flaws in sitting down? But although she was scolding him, there was no trace of anger in her heart, and she was completely concerned!

Yan Feng didn't know what Hua Yun was thinking now. I don't know that Hua Yun can't even speak now. He has been sitting quietly in the wind circle, his eyes slightly closed. In Hua Yun's opinion, he may have sat down casually because he couldn't bear the pressure, but in fact, this was all he thought clearly. Where he did, where he sits, directly above the eye of the wind. No such thing is perfect, and everything has its own weaknesses. The weakness of this huge hurricane is called the eye of the wind, and the eye of the storm is the least affected by the wind.

"Whew"!

The sound of the wind is still there, but there are some other voices faintly mixed in the middle.

"Whew"! I can hear it clearly, it is the sound of a flute!

I saw Yan Feng's mouth gently pressed in front of the jade flute, and his eyes were slightly closed. The eyes seemed to tremble slightly, was it due to emotion, or was it their own pressure? little by little, little by little. The sound of the flute is melodious and slow.

Hua Yun couldn't hear the flute now, because the wind had completely cut off the sound, and the sound inside couldn't be heard at all. But even if she couldn't hear it, she could still see Yan Feng's movements and knew that he was playing the flute.

Suddenly remembered that not long ago, Yan Feng only played the flute slightly, and he could make those robbers go quietly without bloodshed, but he had a little hope.

Mr. Huo looked at Yan Feng's movements, and naturally could guess that he was playing the flute. And Hua Yun's mind was all on Yan Feng now, and she didn't see that Mr. Huo's brows were already frowning at the moment.

Although the wind was not connected to his body, it was still under his control.

The sound of Yan Feng's flute scurried around in the wind circle. The sound also bounces, it bounces. When Yan Feng's flute finally floated up, it hit the wind ring fiercely. Then one by one, one by one, they returned the same way.

And the returning flute sound was even more powerful than the original fluctuation, and every time Yan Feng was shocked, he would feel a tearing feeling in his heart. But he couldn't give up, and he didn't dare to give up.

His lips were tightly pressed against the jade flute and blowing!

Suddenly, the wind circle around me changed.

It was originally just a tornado-shaped wind circle, and no matter how strong it was, there was still a gap in the center. But now it is suddenly pressing from above, and at the same time, the bottom is also gathering in the middle little by little.

Little by little, little by little, little by little. And the center point of gathering is, of course, Yan Feng.

Yan Feng's performance was still very calm, he forced himself to be calm. Because he can't panic, as long as he panics, he will lose more completely.

The hurricane was a little closer, but Yan Feng suddenly smiled indifferently. Slowly lower the flute in your mouth and move it away. Is he going to give up on this action? No, of course not.

The removed lips suddenly stuck to the other end of the jade flute, and this action was the way of. It stands to reason that although Dizi and Xiao are very similar, they cannot be confused. However, Yan Feng seems to be able to do this.

"Woo"! The flute emitted a flute, but it came out in the form of a.

Somewhere, seeing Yan Feng's approach, Mr. Huo was also shocked. He didn't expect that the East China Sea Magic Flute could actually become the East China Sea Demon Xiao. Although he didn't hear the sound, with the fluctuations within the hurricane, he knew it must be true.

This is a skill of the East China Sea Magic Flute given to him by Yan Feng's master, called stealing the dragon and turning the phoenix. It means that mixing the flute with Xiao is also switching between them, which is also a way to make the enemy unpredictable.

Mr. Huo saw Yan Feng's more focused eyes, and his face, which had always been lifeless, finally showed a trace of expression, and he still couldn't figure it out.

And after Yan Feng changed his method and played the jade flute, the rhythm of his fingers also changed. Before, it was always a slow and leisurely jog, and it was natural. Now it has suddenly become fast and slow, and there are no rules. And with the rhythm of his fingers, the surrounding sound waves also became stronger and weaker. In this way, the wind that gathered towards Yan Feng was also one by one, and it couldn't completely encompass Yan Feng for a while.

Yan Feng felt the depression in his heart and felt the pressure around him. Secretly smiled bitterly, since he left the island, he had never encountered such a strong opponent.

But it also means that he almost never exerts his full strength.

In the contest between two people, the most consumed is not energy, nor physical strength. But it's time, even if it's a momentary battle, it's a moment of time. If the news of Yan Feng's confrontation with Mr. Fire for such a long time spreads, even if he doesn't need to use the name of the East China Sea Magic Flute, he will still be able to make a name for himself.

It's been a short time in the wind circle, and it's getting longer. Yan Feng's closed eyes opened suddenly, and he finally realized that there was one thing that was always unfavorable to him.

That's the air, Mr. Fire's wind, which separates sound from the outside world, even the air. He can resist the internal force, and he can find a way to crack the moves. There is only air, this thing that belongs only to the world and not to the individual. This is something that can be seen everywhere and encountered everywhere, but it cannot be left in the slightest.

Under the sweep of the hurricane, Yan Feng only felt that his chest was getting tighter and tighter. It turned out that under the pressure, he felt as if there was a big stone pressing on his chest. And now, I feel that I am pressed by a big mountain, and the big stone has become a big mountain.

Hua Yun had been worried about Yan Feng, watching Yan Feng's expression become more and more uncomfortable, and she was also in pain as if she was in it. It's just that she can't do anything now.

Watch your best friends, or even vital ones, get killed, trapped. And I can't do anything, isn't this also a kind of human sorrow?

"Don't, I don't want Yan Feng to have an accident, I don't want the heart that I can't do anything", Hua Yun shouted in pain in her heart, and her blood surged into her head. Suddenly, I felt as if there was a stream of water flowing through the corner of my mouth, and my nose did not hide the smell of it. It turned out that it was not water, but blood.

"Squeak", Hua Yun's fist suddenly sounded the sound of bones cracking, and she was surprised to find that her hand seemed to be able to move slightly. It's still powerless, but it's certainly a good start.

Yan Feng sat in the wind circle, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, slowly flowing down his lips.

Now he couldn't breathe, and the air around him was gone. The flute, on the other hand, is all about blowing with the air emitted by the lungs. No one can play the flute without the introduction of new qi.

And now not only can he no longer play the flute, but even his own eyes are a little unable to open.

Around this, it's not just the sound of the wind. There was another sound among them, it was Yan Feng's flute.

The sound of the flute was blown by Yan Feng, but it did not come out, so it could only stay in the wind.

There was no air in the wind circle, and Yan Feng couldn't hear it, but he could feel it. The wind circle seems to have slowed down, and it can no longer tolerate sound. There was already the pressure of the hurricane, coupled with the compression of his own flute, Yan Feng had to be crushed to the ground. He spat out blood, but he couldn't wipe it off, so he could only let it flow.

Am I going to die? Is this what it feels like to die? It doesn't seem to be painful! Yan Feng's eyes became blurred, as if he had drifted into the distance.

............

"You are the heir of the East China Sea Magic Flute, this is not an honor, but a responsibility, you have to pass on this responsibility", a faint voice suddenly sounded in Yan Feng's mind.

............

Yan Feng's brain suddenly shook, and his eyes became firm again. "How can the East China Sea Magic Flute lose?" He raised his hand suddenly, and with his last strength, he snorted the jade flute in his hand on his teeth.

With a "hum"!, the jade flute made a piercing sound, chaotic in the wind circle.

Sonic boom!

"Coax"! Suddenly, the entire wind circle suddenly seemed to explode, and a huge wave wanted to spread out. The wind circle formed by the huge force is already amazingly powerful, and with the compression of Yan Feng's flute, it expands even more, and it only needs a ignition point to explode.

And Yan Feng's explosion is the ignition.

And Hua Yun, who was outside the wind circle, had already broken free from Mr. Fire's control the moment before the wind circle exploded. Holding the whip in his right hand, he suddenly whipped it towards Mr. Fire.

"Smack", the whip hit Mr. Huo's back firmly, and Hua Yun was stunned. She knew how powerful Mr. Fire was, and she knew that she couldn't hit him at all. However, this time it really hit. Only then did he observe Mr. Huo's face, and at this moment, he turned out to be solemn, ignoring the whip that Hua Yun had just beaten.

"Boom", the next moment, Hua Yun's mind was blank. Whether it's the sound of a flute or a hurricane, she can't stand it. In the wind circle, the mixture of wind and sound is impossible to vent. And in the end, it can only be barely mixed, thus detonating. Hua Yun, who also lost, was not hit head-on. Otherwise, her life will be in danger.

Yan Feng was lying quietly on the ground at the moment, breathing heavily. He had never thought that the air was so lovely, he used to be able to breathe casually, but he didn't care, but when there was no air, it was so painful.

It's ridiculous, there are still people on the rivers and lakes who boast of their breath-holding kung fu. When there is really no air, it is useless to do any kind of effort.

People are like that, what is readily available is always garbage. What you can't get is the best.

Hua Yun experienced the blankness of her brain just now, and suddenly felt a warm feeling on her body. It seems that someone is inputting internal force into themselves and coming back to their senses. When she woke up, she found that Mr. Huo's eyes had been fixed on Yan Feng.

"Yan Feng, are you okay?" Hua Yun saw Yan Feng lying on the ground, and hurriedly went over to help him up, feeling a secret pain in her heart, hating herself for not being able to help Yan Feng when he was in danger.

"He's fine", I don't know when, Mr. Huo has already appeared beside the two: "The Magic Flute of the East China Sea, worthy of its name"!

When Hua Yun saw Mr. Fire, it was like seeing an enemy. Remembering what he had done before, he stared at Mr. Fire viciously and said, "Isn't he also thanks to you, even if you don't want to help, you don't need to be like this." Yan Feng was injured like this by you, you must cure him, otherwise I will never spare you!"

Mr. Huo just glanced at Yan Feng, and said lightly: "No need"!

"What are you talking about?" Hua Yun shouted, her hand already holding the soft whip. Although she knew that she was no match for Mr. Fire at all, she was not afraid at all. As long as it involves Yan Feng, she will definitely rush forward without hesitation.

She didn't know, she didn't feel when Yan Feng was already so important in her heart.

Suddenly, Hua Yun's arm was pulled by Yan Feng, and it turned out that Yan Feng had woken up.

Hua Yun heard Yan Feng's call, hurriedly turned her attention to him, and asked with concern, "Are you better?"

"Okay", Yan Feng smiled slightly, suddenly stood up from the ground, bowed to Mr. Huo, and said, "Thank you seniors for healing"!

Hua Yun didn't understand what he meant, and couldn't help asking, "Where did this old man heal you?" I obviously saw that he was embarrassing you", and glared at Mr. Huo again. But Mr. Huo ignored her at all and stood aside indifferently.

Yan Feng smiled and said, "Actually, in the duel just now, the seniors were healing for me. In fact, I didn't feel it before, but when I broke through the wind circle, the breath that had been suppressed in my chest suddenly dissipated, and at that moment I knew that these were all deliberately done by my predecessors"!

"This old man is really so good?" Hua Yun still didn't believe it.