Chapter 4 Zhao Yijian

"I am promoted to the second level of martial arts. Among the children of the same age in the Zhao clan, at least I am not the bottom group, and I am eligible to participate in the 'family martial arts meeting'."

Zhao Feng was excited for a long time and gradually calmed down.

Martial arts are divided into nine levels, and the next level is more difficult than the other, like a pyramid-like upward trend.

As we all know, the 1st to 3rd level of martial arts is called "refinement section", and the title is Martial Apprentice!

Martial disciples mainly focus on simmering the body and strengthening qi and blood, laying a solid foundation for the subsequent higher realm.

The body is the foundation of all cultivation, so the consolidation of the cultivation stage will directly affect the later realm.

Although martial artists are the lowest level, they can only be regarded as beginners of martial arts, but they should not be underestimated when they reach the peak of the third level. , split the mountain bear.

Zhao Feng has now broken through the second level of martial arts, and has at least four or five hundred jins of strength, far beyond the scope of ordinary people. If combined with powerful martial arts and exercises, more than a dozen ordinary people can't get close.

"If I can be promoted to the third level of martial arts, with seven or eight hundred catties of strength, my strength will at least double."

Zhao Feng thought to himself.

Of course, what really makes him yearn and yearn for is the real martial artist above the fourth level of martial arts.

Martial arts level 4~6, called "Qi Yun Duan", the title is Martial Artist, the real Martial Artist!

Stepping into this realm, martial artists not only greatly improve their physical fitness, strength, blood, etc., but also strengthen their internal organs, realize the "internal strength of martial arts", go beyond the scope of purely physical attacks, and their strength will have a qualitative leap, possessing all kinds of incredible abilities. .

Once you become a real martial artist, you will truly break away from the mundane and become a superior person.

As early as in Qingye Town, Zhao Feng was determined to become a true martial artist and entered the Zhao family, which made this wish a little closer.

...

After being promoted to the second level of martial arts, Zhao Feng immediately reported the news to his parents.

Martial arts double?

Father Zhao Tianyang and mother Zhao Shi were surprised and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Feng was able to break through the second level of martial arts at this age, without much external force, it can be seen that his talent is better than the average person.

"Next, you have to make every effort to prepare for the "Family Martial Arts Fair" in two months. You don't need to get a good ranking, as long as you don't be too embarrassed."

Zhao Tianyang showed a sympathetic smile.

Zhao Shi also looked relieved, as if relieved from the burden.

They were basically satisfied that Zhao Feng could go this far, and they didn't have too much extravagance.

However, the goal in Zhao Feng's heart is not limited to this. He is determined to become a true martial artist, and even reach the peak of martial arts.

"Promoting the second level of martial arts, my status in the clan will be improved to a certain extent, and I am eligible to enter the first floor of the 'Xuanwu Pavilion'."

In the "Xuanwu Pavilion" of the clan, there are many exercises and cultivation books.

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng immediately went to the "Xuanwu Pavilion".

"Q!"

On the way, a slightly surprised girl's voice came.

There was a hint of tenderness in the girl's voice, and there was a long-lost familiarity.

Zhao Feng's body froze slightly.

From his side came a man and a woman, both young.

One of the youths in purple, with long eyebrows, straight body, and a fierce look in his eyes, his cultivation reached the peak of the third level of martial arts, which made the nearby family members feel the pressure.

"He's the top three disciple of the family, 'Zhao Yijian'!"

There were many people around exclaiming,

With a look of fear and fear on his face.

Standing side by side with Zhao Yijian was a girl in a snow robe, about thirteen or fourteen years old like Zhao Feng.

"Snow sister."

Zhao Feng looked at the girl in the snow robe, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously twitched a hint of irony.

The girl in front of her was exactly "Zhao Xue" who entered the Zhao family with him half a year ago.

Back then in Qingye Town, Zhao Xue admired and admired him immensely, until after entering the Zhao family, he gradually became estranged, and since then he became a stranger.

After Zhao Xue entered the Zhao family, with the advantage of her natural beauty, she quickly climbed up to Zhao Yijian, the top three son of the family, and was promoted to the second level of martial arts as early as half a month ago.

At this moment, Zhao Xue and Zhao Yijian whispered a word.

"Okay, but not too long."

Zhao Yijian nodded and turned sideways, not bothering to look at Zhao Feng at all.

Zhao Xue walked in front of Zhao Feng, stared at close range, her expression was a little complicated, and she sighed: "Brother Feng, you finally broke through the second level of martial arts. But Xue'er still advises you, don't be too self-willed and strong, when you reach the clan, We started low, and we are destined to have a hard time catching up with those heavenly pets—"

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Zhao Feng interrupted her words with a cold expression.

Zhao Xue's face showed a hint of anger, and her silver teeth bit her teeth: "Brother Feng, Xue'er advises you one last time, go to Brother Jian to show your sincerity, with his help, you can successfully integrate into the Zhao family and avoid bumps and bumps. bump……"

To surrender to him?

Zhao Feng sneered and said nothing. In his whole life, he has never yielded to anyone to please anyone.

Zhao Yijian is cold by nature and arrogant. Every time he sees Zhao Feng, he looks at people through his nostrils, and looks like he is very drawn.

Seeing Zhao Feng's expression, Zhao Xue immediately understood. After all, the two grew up together almost as childhood sweethearts, and she knew Zhao Feng very well.

I saw Zhao Xue walking back to Zhao Yijian and whispering something.

"Hmph! I don't know what to do with the trash."

Zhao Yijian's cold voice came.

"waste?"

Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows.

Perhaps seeing Zhao Feng's dissatisfaction, Zhao Yijian paused and said arrogantly and indifferently: "I heard that you are a genius in Qingye Town? But in the Zhao family, you are just a clown! One move, and you will be defeated on the spot."

"It's exactly what I want, see you at the family martial arts meeting."

Zhao Feng sneered, turned and walked towards the family's Xuanwu Pavilion.

He didn't want to be eloquent.

Anyway, in two months, the family martial arts meeting will start, and it will be time to speak with strength.

Zhao Xuemei's eyes flashed lightly as she watched Zhao Feng's figure disappear.

At this moment, she felt a strange feeling from Zhao Feng, which was an indescribable intuition.

"He really respects himself."

Zhao Yijian sneered.

He did not regard Zhao Feng as an opponent at all!

In the outer layers of the family, there are no less than fifty or sixty disciples who have been promoted to the third level of martial arts. He can be ranked third among these children. Is it simply a measure of cultivation?

Zhao Xue secretly sighed, Zhao Feng is asking for trouble!

Zhao Yijian's strength, she is very clear, some outstanding children of the third level of martial arts, in his hands, can not pass a sword.

...

After a while, Zhao Feng came to the important place in the clan - Xuanwu Pavilion.

Xuanwu Pavilion is an important place in the clan, and there are clan elders guarding it all the year round.

"Children of the clan?"

Inside the Xuanwu Pavilion, the white-robed elder looked at Zhao Feng's identity token and frowned slightly.

"Meet the elders."

Zhao Feng looked polite, but he knew the strength of the elders in the clan.

Through the senses of his left eye, he sensed a mysterious and tyrannical force on the other side. It was a layer of fiery red aura. It was born in flesh and blood, but it was free from the meridians of the body. , powdered gold and broken iron.

Zhao Feng knew that the white-robed elders had cultivated the "Martial Dao Inner Strength" to the realm of transformation, and he could explode the power of lightning at any time. Even a hundred of himself could be killed in an instant.

Generally, only "martial artists" above the fourth level of martial arts possess the inner strength of martial arts.

It is unlikely that the martial disciples such as Zhao Feng and Zhao Kun have the inner strength of martial arts.

Zhao Feng bowed and said, "Elder, I want to enter the second floor of Xuanwu Pavilion."

"At the age of less than fourteen years old, it is not uncommon to be promoted to the second level of martial arts. However, before becoming inner-level children, there are differences in the treatment of branch children and children of their own when they enter the Xuanwu Pavilion."

The white-robed elder said indifferently.

Zhao Feng was a little stunned when he heard the words, but he was relieved immediately when he thought of the new clan rules of the Zhao family.

"Elder, please speak."

Zhao Feng understands that before he has absolute strength, he is not qualified to bargain.

Bai Pao said with an expressionless face: "The children of the second level of martial arts can only enter the first floor of Xuanwu Pavilion. The first floor of Xuanwu Pavilion has many low-level martial arts, and a few intermediate martial arts. Children of this clan can choose at most two The middle-level martial arts or four low-level martial arts can be taken out to practice for two months; while the children of the branch clan can choose at most one intermediate-level martial arts or two low-level martial arts for one month."

After listening to the rules, Zhao Feng took a deep breath: "Junior understands."

The rules of the Xuanwu Pavilion have a huge difference in the treatment of the children of the own clan and the children of the branch clan.

Regardless of the number of choices or the training time, the children of the branch clan are not as good as the children of the own clan, and the gap is basically twice.

"Okay! You can go in for half an hour."

Under the promise of the white-robed elder, Zhao Feng slowly set foot on the Xuanwu Pavilion, which used to be his dream place...