Chapter 57 Breakthrough, Breakthrough

Ever since Yi Feng discovered that he could detect the soul of a first-order spirit, he seemed a little fearless. Yi Feng recklessly hunted and killed the low-level demonic beasts and spirits on the periphery. As for going inside a little bit, Yi Feng didn't dare to go. The level of the demonic beasts and spirits in it is obviously more than one order, and that is not what Yi Feng can deal with at all, but he has this self-knowledge.

It's another week, Yi Feng has been training in the Blue Spirit Forest for a week, cultivating when he's tired, and roasting demonic beast meat when he's hungry. The strength continued to climb at a visible speed, and soon reached the peak of the ninth order. Such a result was much beyond Yi Feng's expectations, according to his original calculations, even with the help of his eighth-level soul power, it would take about a month to barely reach it.

With such a result, Yi Feng had to sigh at the magic of Ling Shendu. Of course, it is also indispensable for him to be a disciple of the division level. Otherwise, no matter how good the exercises are, no matter how hard Yi Feng works, it will be impossible to reach the bottleneck in a week.

Yi Feng took a deep breath, the Lingte cunning he had just culled, which made him consume a lot of physical strength. Feeling the pain all over his body, he sat down slightly, he wanted to take this opportunity to see if there was a chance to break through the bottleneck to the sergeant level.

The cumbersome seal knot was knotted in Yi Feng's hand, and his mind was slightly integrated into his body, and the gaseous aura quietly stayed in Yi Feng's meridians. Yi Feng's mind turned, and the colorless aura slowly circulated in Yi Feng's body.

I have to say that Yi Feng took a big advantage. People who have not reached the division level cannot look inward. However, his soul power had reached the eighth order of the division level. This also led to Yi Feng being able to control the fighting spirit more accurately, and it was much easier to break through. After all, the more he understands the state of his body, the more Yi Feng can know what he should do.

The aura controlled by the soul power runs in circles in the meridians, and in the center of the reshaped meridians, that is, the lower abdomen is slightly upward, as if there is a huge sea of qi, and countless spiritual qi flows into it, which can always be absorbed. Then slowly rotate in it.

Yi Feng made a move, countless aura was absorbed from the body, and after running in the meridians for a circle, it was slowly injected into the sea of qi, and the colorless aura was added to it, which did not cause much change, and the sea of qi was still a small whirlpool slowly rotating.

Yi Feng knew that this amount of aura would not change much at all. The faster the movements in his hands changed, the more aura from Yi Feng's whole body merged into his body at a visible speed. After following Ling Shendu's practice route, he was absorbed by a part of the mysterious mind, and then injected into the sea of qi in one go.

Yi Feng's lips closed slightly, and with this breath, a small storm formed around him. Slightly lift the fallen leaves on the ground, and keep spinning in the void.

Yi Feng separated his mind and merged into the sea of qi, relying on his soul power to continuously increase the speed of the vortex rotation. Slowly, the speed of the vortex began to increase from the inside out. As more aura is added, the speed of the inner side of the vortex becomes faster and faster, and the peripheral aura is also constantly approaching the center of the vortex because of the pull of the aura.

This change, although the aura outside the body is constantly injected, the vortex is getting smaller and faster.

"Boom ......"

With a slight muffled sound, Yi Feng's body shook violently, and the whirlpool in his body was only the size of a jujube, which was several times smaller than the fist-sized whirlpool just now. The whirlpool the size of a jujube has the same speed inside and outside, and when the aura is injected into it again, it cannot be integrated into the whirlpool.

Yi Feng knew that he had reached the limit this time. Looking at the whirlpool that had shrunk several times over. A smile tugged at the corner of Yi Feng's mouth.

Although the quantity has become smaller, the quality has changed dramatically. The whirlpool is very sparse, but the density of the aura is now several times stronger. The colorless swirls are also slightly white.

Yi Feng slowly opened his eyes, a fine light flashed in his dark eyes, he flipped his tender white hand, and muttered in a rather disbelieving tone: "Scholar, it's here?!"

The feeling of being refreshed made Yi Feng have to believe it. He reached the rank of sergeant, and he was stunned by this result. Originally, he just wanted to try to see if he could break through the bottleneck. I don't have much hope, I can't think of it, but there is no suspense. In this way, it will break through gently and skillfully.

"Could it be that I am really a genius?" Yi Feng looked himself up and down, and he nodded with certainty, there is no one in this world who is more talented than himself.

Breaking through to the sergeant level, Yi Feng didn't want to continue to stay in the Blue Spirit Mountains. After all, there was no one for a whole month, and it was time for him to go to the Holy Land to make a head, otherwise the Great Elders would have to look for them all over the world.

The strength of the Phantom Technique was also vividly demonstrated at this moment, and it was supposed to take a few hours to travel, but Yi Feng's actually took less than an hour to rush back to the Holy Land. I have to say that the heaven-level exercises are extraordinary, and Yi Feng has only been cultivating for less than a month to have such a speed. If you cultivate to the extreme, it will be so shocking. Yi Feng couldn't imagine it anymore.

Yi Feng decided to squeeze out more time to practice the Phantom Technique. How cool it feels to be a thousand miles away.

"Old man, for the sake of you giving me heaven-level exercises, I will be kind to you in the future. If I have a chance in the future, I will find Ruhua to accompany you!hehe......" Yi Feng smiled in his heart, and the smile on his face made people even more hairy when he thought of some limited pictures.

"Senior Brother Yi Feng......"

A snorting sound suddenly sounded in Yi Feng's ears, which also interrupted Yi Feng's evil thoughts, and Yi Feng, who was walking with his head down, raised his head.

There was a woman standing in front of her, about eighteen years old. The tall and toned body was wearing a set of low-cut strap skirts, a pair of white calves swayed in the air, the white and pure face was smeared with foundation, and the extremely thick smell of perfume wafted into Yi Feng's nose.

Yi Feng frowned, looked at her and asked lightly, "Something?"

The woman's eyes were rippling, and she still had that soft tone, and she was terrible: "Senior Brother Yifeng, can you help me?"

Between the words, the whole body swayed and swayed, full of charm, as if one would accidentally fall into your arms.

Yi Feng knows this woman, this woman is also a popular figure in the Holy Land, she likes to scratch her head and make a pose, and she is even more invincible with her almost bewitching posture.

However, it is a pity that although this woman is full of charm, Yi Feng just hates such a woman. Because she was very close to all the men in the Holy Land, she had hooked up with them, giving Yi Feng a feeling of watery poplar. Especially the kind of pretending to be twisted, he hated it very much.