In the next few days, Xu Feng was still cultivating in the uninhabited mountains, stabilizing a new realm and becoming familiar with more powerful forces.

Of course, the most exaggerated thing is that his cultivation speed has increased by at least three times compared to when he was in the ninth level of the quenching period.

The quenching period is tenfold, and 48,000 acupuncture points are opened, such as Zhou Tian Xingchen, densely covering the whole body, casting a small mixed yuan Dao body.

Every time he opened a hundred acupuncture points, Xu Feng's cultivation speed could be doubled.

If he opened all the 48,000 acupuncture points and forged his physical body into a small mixed yuan dao body, then his cultivation speed would reach 480 times that of the original.

What an exaggerated figure?

It is equivalent to saying that Xu Feng only needs to cultivate for one day, which is equivalent to four hundred and eighty days of cultivation for others, and this is not counting Xu Feng's own ten thousand years of rare god-level chaos spirit root, and his more than three thousand years of cultivation experience in his previous life,

If it were Xu Feng's extraordinary qualifications, coupled with Xiao Cheng's Mixed Yuan Dao Body and the cultivation experience of his previous life, his cultivation speed would probably be able to reach more than a thousand times that of an immortal cultivator in the same realm, or even two thousand times or three thousand times.

The most important thing is that Xu Feng, who had cultivated to the Nine Tribulations Void Immortal in his previous life, would not encounter any cultivation bottlenecks until he surpassed the peak realm of his previous life, and everything would come naturally.

And now Xu Feng has opened three hundred and sixty-five acupuncture points, and his cultivation speed is more than three times that of the original, and he will soon be able to reach four times.

It can be said that his body is an alchemy furnace that is constantly evolving.

At this almost open cultivation speed, Xu Feng's strength was growing all the time, reaching a level that even he couldn't be sure of.

As for the strength of the secular martial arts realm on the earth, the strongest person Xu Feng has fought so far is only the tiger head at the peak of the transformation realm.

And the ancient Xu family, Xu Feng has only seen it a few times, and he can't fully confirm his strength level before he fights head-to-head.

"It's time for someone to practice their hands, and it's best to have a few with some strength. Xu Feng smiled indifferently.

Dressed in black like night, he jumped off a cliff seventy or eighty meters high and landed on a boulder more than two meters high, but he didn't make a sound.

After he left, the boulder suddenly cracked and cracked, clicking, and shattering in an instant, which was shocking.

The snow was falling, the cold wind swept away the leaves, and Xu Feng's figure flashed on the snow, but he didn't leave the slightest trace.

Even, on his body, there are no snowflakes or fallen leaves. Anything that came close to half an inch around his body would bounce off as if it had hit an invisible barrier.

If this scene was seen by a master in the martial arts world, he would definitely be shocked and shocked.

"If you don't add a leaf, mosquitoes can't fall!" - this is the means of the Digang immortals, in the legend of the warrior, that is, the earth immortals, treading water without a trace, snow without a trace, just like an immortal walking on the earth and the world.

When he was on Cliff Island, Xu Feng tread water and wet the soles of his shoes.

If he were the same as he is now, he would be faster, his voice would be softer, and he wouldn't even get the soles of his shoes wet, and he wouldn't even make a ripple when he stepped on the water.

This is the gap in the realm!

After stepping into the tenfold quenching period, Xu Feng's realm was already equivalent to that of a martial artist.

However, his strength is far above that of ordinary Digang, and it is definitely not something that can be judged by common sense in the martial arts world.

......

Far side of the earth, South America, deep in the rainforest.

An old man is rickety and emaciated, with yellow and wrinkled skin, giving people the feeling of skin and bones, as if he may fall to the ground at any time, unable to sleep.

The old man wore a cheap white sweatshirt, bare arms and bare feet, hoeing the wasteland one after another.

On the opposite side of him, there is a waterfall, which flows straight down at a height of 100 meters, washing out the bottomless Bitan.

At the bottom of the waterfall, two men, topless and with a sword in their lap, meditate cross-legged on a tabletop-sized boulder, letting the waterfall wash over them, their faces unmoved.

It's as if the huge water flow falling from the 100-meter high-rise is just a drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River for them, soft and soft, without feeling at all, and they don't even frown.

The old man who was hoeing seemed to be tired, so he took a scoop, scooped water in the deep pool, sat on the ground and drank it.

As the sun set and the sun rose, the old man sat on the ground, scooping water and drinking while watching the two men meditating under the waterfall.

I don't know how long it was, how much time had passed, but the old man finally stood up, beckoned to them and said, "Get up when you calm down!"

"Yes, Master!"

The two men stood up straight and straight against the huge force of the waterfall, jumped over, jumped over the Bitan more than 20 meters wide, and landed in front of the old man.

"Ling Yun is the last disciple I accepted in my life, and he can be regarded as a closed disciple, but I didn't expect to be ruined by someone after only a few years after returning to China. Alas, alas, alas, alas!"

The old man sighed faintly.

"Master, please let me return to China and avenge my little brother!"

"Master, I also want to avenge my junior brother, and by the way, challenge the martial arts world of Huaguo and make a name for my master!"

Two men, one skinny, black and yellow, is typical Southeast Asian, and the other is blonde, blue-eyed, tall and fair-skinned, and looks a lot like the Nordic race.

The two of them didn't look like Chinese at all, but what came out of their mouths was fluent Chinese, with a vague accent from the Chang'an region.

The old man was silent for a moment, but finally nodded, "Alas, it's time for you to return to China, to avenge Ling Yun, and to remind the group of old men in China that they are in South America, and my senior brother is alive." ”

"Thank you, Master!"

The two knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and said almost in unison, with a look on their faces that was excited.

Although they are foreigners, since they apprenticed to this old man who was hoeing in the South American rainforest, they have become more and more like an authentic Chinese, speaking Chinese and writing Chinese characters, and even learning etiquette and customs, history and culture.

For them, returning to China and challenging the mystical and powerful masters in Master's mouth is a long-cherished wish.

And now, this wish is finally coming true!

......

On the Tibetan Plateau, a mountain range is covered with snow all year round, like a white dragon, lying on the southwest side of the land of China.

The Kunlun Mountains, the top of the Yuxu Peak, the caves are dense like honeycombs, large or small, deep or shallow, and they are connected to each other to form a crypt maze in the snow-capped mountains.

Thump!

The burly and sturdy giant man knelt down in front of a short old man, and said in a deep voice with a respectful and confident expression: "Please rest assured, your subordinates will definitely complete the task and avenge my brother Bahu!"