The King of the Gods
Chapter 14: The Power of a Mild Martial Artist
“The effect of the blood plant is very good. '' Zhao Feng felt amazing. He first thought that, with the help of that two hundred year old blood plant, it would still take at least two days to break through.
Zhao Feng thought that if everyone had the same effect, then cultivators at the fourth rank or higher would be worth nothing.
Soon she found the reason:
First, he had never drank any potion before therefore he could absorb the potion to a high level. Second, the Air Pushing Breathing Technique had reached the third level, which made Zhao Fengs strength reach the third rank even when he was at the second rank. Third, Zhao Feng felt his body slowly change after fusing with his left eye.
Zhao Feng calmed down as soon as he realized that many others in the Zhao sect had reached the third rank at his age. He could only be considered talented, not a genius.
Taking Zhao Yufei as an example, he had reached the peak of the third rank two months ago and was already close to learning Inner Strength, meaning that he had the strength of a pseudo martial artist.
"I'm probably on the same level as Xin Fei and Zhao Yijian. However, I did not have the confidence to win against them. ”
After all, Xin Fei and Zhao Yijian had learned high-level martial arts skills, and had at least trained them to a low level.
Over the next two days, Zhao Feng consolidated his cultivation.
When he practiced at the Air Pushing Breathing Technique he realized that there was a low humming sound. Zhao Feng panicked his left eye and realized that there was a faint green and red light forming between his blood and skin.
“Air Respiratory Techniques Pushing near the peak of the third level. My strength is no weaker than Zhao Yufei or Xin Fei who have the strength of a pseudo martial artist. ”
Once the Pushing Air Breathing Technique reached the peak of the third level he would have a chance to grasp the Inner Strength.
Most had to be half-step martial artists to reach this step. Even most of the top third rankers were unable to do this.
After he consolidated his foundation, Zhao Feng left the inn and headed for the Zhao sect. As for the other two blood plants, he did not plan to use them any time soon.
As soon as Zhao Feng left the inn, a beggar wearing torn clothes turned around and ran not far from him.
"Master Xin, he's out!" The beggar arrived at a restaurant and reported to a young man dressed in silver.
“OK, this is your silver of promise. "The young man smiled coldly.
……
As Zhao Feng turned into the alley, he heard footsteps rumbling from behind.
Teng sou sou ———-
Two or three shadows flipped on the wall and chased after him from behind.
"Who's there!?"
Zhao Feng immediately turned around.
"Child! Leave ten thousand silver and we will let you go. '' The three disciples from the Xin family said as they surrounded Zhao Feng. The one speaking was a young man in silver clothes.
Xin Gang!
Zhao Feng immediately recognized the young man.
The three disciples in front of him had all reached the third rank and Xin Gang had reached the peak of the third rank.
“Ten thousand silver? Just the three of you? ” Zhao Feng said indifferently as he stood tall.
He had spent nearly ten thousand silver in Sun Feather City and still had ten thousand left. These people were clearly planning on taking everything for themselves.
"Child! I warn you, don't be so arrogant! I was injured last time, that's why you won. Today we will get a return for the "losses" we have in the Sky Cloud Forest. ”
“Hmph .... that day you took sixty percent of the tiger's value while one person from our sect died. ”One of Xin's disciples had greed and aversion in his eyes.
“Stop talking nonsense like that! We'll drop it quickly in case of an accident. '' The young man on the left said as he kicked towards Zhao Feng. As soon as the other two followed.
“Hahaha, lots of garbage. '' Zhao Feng laughed as he leaped seven meters off the ground and landed on the wall of a mansion.
He easily dodged the three frenzied attacks.
"Don't let him run!" Xin Gang roared and was the first to jump towards Zhao Feng.
"Run?" Zhao Feng looked on mockingly at Xin Gang as he immediately used the Air Pushing Breathing Technique and the Lightly Floating Ferry, leaving an afterimage in the air.
No fine!
Xin Gang felt an unbearable pressure coming from his side.
Xin Gang, who was in midair, barely managed to block a single blow.
Whoa!
Although he blocked it, forcefully still made it hit the stone wall which made him cough up blood.
"The strength of this child may have reached rank four quasi. I can't even accept one of his hits. "Xin Gang felt his eyes turn black and immediately warned his comrades:" Xin Yu, Xin Chen be careful! " However, before he finished warning them there was a shout coming from his left.
“Ahhhhh ………. ”Another young man broke his bones.
"Run!" The last Xin disciples were scared out of their wits and tried to run away. However, before he could escape, a whistling sound came from behind.
Peh!
He felt his eyes turn black before he could even see the attack …. .
In terms of speed, Zhao Feng had learned a high rank martial arts skill and when used, it could be compared to a martial artist of the fourth rank.
“I'll let you off the hook this time, but if you make me mad again…. . '' Zhao Feng looked coldly at Xin Gang and then, like a bird, floated away.
“Excellent strength and speed ……. '' The young man next to Xin Gang said confusedly.
"This Zhao Feng has just reached the third rank and already possesses the strength of a 'false martial artist'. "Zhao Fengs strength could now be compared to Xin Fei's.
After exhausting Xin Gang and his friends, Zhao Feng returned to the Zhao sect.
Some disciples familiar with Zhao Feng were surprised by his cultivation.
"When did Zhao Feng reach the third rank of the Martial Path?" They all knew that Zhao Fengs strength was only at first rank twenty days ago!
"I heard that Zhao Feng and some of the Xin family disciples killed" the Green-Headed Tiger King "yesterday and he then stole over half the spoils …. "Said a knowledgeable disciple of Zhao.
“One savage beast is worth around twenty to thirty thousand silver. This kid must have bought a super expensive potion that improved cultivation. ”
“What's amazing about using outside help to improve one's cultivation? Those people usually had lower strength. ”
……
These disciples were all envious or insulting.
Zhao Feng had never thought that the information would reach the sect so quickly. Not caring about these people, Zhao Feng walked straight ahead. Soon he arrives home.
He first saw his mother Zhao Shi sewing clothes.
“Dad, mother, this is a thousand silver. '' Zhao Feng walked into the room and took out a pile of silver.
"Thousand silvers?" Zhao Shi stared as he took the note.
"How did you get so much money?" Zhao Tianyang said in surprise. When he saw that his son's cultivation had reached the third rank, a strange glimmer passed through his eyes.
“It happened like this…. . '' Zhao Feng then told them a simple story about what happened in the Sky Cloud Forest. After listening to the story, Zhao Tianyang and Zhao Shi had little questions other than their excitement. After all, Zhao Feng was not used to having such an outstanding performance. However, as parents, they obviously want their children to be successful.
Zhao Feng sat cross-legged in his room and observed that worn-out room, “There is still one more month until the family sparring contest. If I could be an inward student …. The status and care of my parents should be a little higher …. . ”
Closing his eyes, Zhao Fengs consciousness entered the pitch-black dimension within his left eye. The dim green ring extends up to three feet.
When Zhao Feng was at the first rank, the length of the green ring was one foot, and it was two feet when his cultivation reached the second rank. Now, three feet as he reached the third rank.
As the green ring elongated, Zhao Feng discovered that the strength of his left eye increased. He could see each item in detail within ten miles. The energy and reaction speed of his mind also increased significantly.
Thinking up to here, Zhao Feng started "outlining" the Lightly Floating Ferry once again.
Soon, the Lightly Floating Ferry was getting a little left behind.
Left third…. . Quarter left…. . One-fifth left ……
Nightly. Just as Zhao Feng was exhausted, the last part of the Lightly Floating Ferry was outlined. At this moment Zhao Feng held his breath as he looked at the contents.
“This footwork skill can even ……. ”
Suddenly, his expression was replaced by emotion!