Chapter 89: Teachers and Sects (Part 2)

Zhao Feng's performance also surprised Yang Qingshan, Feng Yinyue, and Zhao Yufei who were present.

"It's not easy for this kid to be able to launch an attack smoothly within the range of Junior Brother Nangong's 'turbo magic' aura."

Yang Qingshan had a strange look on his face, grinned, and looked interested.

The two people who were fighting on the field, Zhao Feng's figure fluttered in the wind, "Pointing Star Fingers" flickered like stars, and the fingers stabbed in the air like thunder, like a meteor of youth.

"Following the wind" made Zhao Feng's movement and attack beyond the original shackles, appearing as elegant as the wind, endless changes, all movements conformed to the call of the wind, unrestrained and comfortable.

Nangongfan's "turbo magic" is to use the internal force to induce the wind style, pulling the invisible aura, but it was resolved by Zhao Feng's "wind style", and even borrowed it.

In a short period of time, Nangong Fan's sacred martial arts could not suppress Zhao Feng.

This made him look a little embarrassed.

As a fellow apprentice brother, he originally planned to "instruct" Zhao Feng one or two to give him some color, but he didn't expect him to be so difficult.

"Turbo whirlwind!"

Nangong Fan gave a low voice, and a high-frequency vibration of internal energy erupted from his body. The aura wind force that was originally attracted by a vortex, like a violent wind roll, rushed in all directions.

The violent wind volume contained the inner strength of high-frequency rotation and vibration, which was enough to shatter a house in an instant.

What a terrible move!

Zhao Feng only felt a tightness in his chest, the violent whirling wind tore at his body, and even faintly shook into his own internal organs.

"This is the power of holy martial arts?"

Zhao Feng's left eye narrowed slightly, and he immediately discerned the changes in the vibration of the internal energy in the air, and basically understood the principle of Nangong Fan's moves.

His "Silver Wall Art" practiced to the peak of the sixth level, and faced the impact of this wind, but he didn't move at all.

Nangong Fan was shocked and felt that Zhao Feng was like a silver wall of diamonds, which was difficult to shake.

what!

With Zhao Feng's left eye, he found out the principle and meaning of Nangong Fan's move, and found that it was similar to the second form of the "Four Winds", the "Tornado Style".

He immediately opened his left eye and took Nangongfan's "turbo cyclone" scene into the space of his left eye.

Swish!

In the left eye space, a scene suddenly appeared, which was the process of Nangong Fan's holy move "Turbo Whirlwind".

In the scene of the left eye space, the process of that move can be slowed down dozens of times, and it can be viewed from multiple perspectives in three-dimensional, and every detail can be clearly seen.

Soon, the profound meaning of this move and Zhao Feng's understanding of the "tornado style" confirmed each other and connected with each other.

Zhao Feng's comprehension of the "tornado style" improved with it, as many as four or five points.

"Point Star Five!"

Zhao Feng's figure moved with the wind, and he launched a sharp and explosive finger, creating a blue star spot in the void, some flashing in place, some flashing in the air, beautiful and charming.

Suddenly, the attacking power of Dianxingzhi rose to a whole new level.

The fifth floor of "Pointing Fingers"!

Feng Yinyue and Zhao Yufei, who were watching the battle, were shocked.

"Dianxingzhi" is quite famous in Xiangyun Kingdom, and it is difficult and extremely risky to practice.

There are seven levels of this fingering technique, and if you break through the fourth level, you can condense your fingering in the air, even if you don’t break through the seventh level.

After cultivating to the fifth floor, the attack is like a star, and not only the power of each finger is extremely powerful, but also the attack speed is greatly improved.

Worse yet,

Zhao Feng seemed to see through the gaps in Nangongfan's "turbo whirlwind", the powerful fingering attack, breaking through the gap, pressing step by step.

"How did this guy do it..."

Nangong Fan finally lost his color, his hands swiped rapidly, white air waves around him, and hurriedly booming, the wind rolls peeled off and exploded.

bang bang-

Between the two people's contact, a pothole with a diameter of two or three meters was formed, and the airflow was madly rolling for more than ten meters, and the dust was flying, and the prestige was terrifying.

At the critical moment, Nangong Fan's cultivation level was even raised to the seventh-level limit, surpassing Zhao Feng.

Teng!

Zhao Feng's figure crossed the room and fell to the ground, unscathed. His "Silver Wall Art" reached the peak of the sixth layer, and he could almost ignore the attack that Nangong Fan suppressed under the eighth layer.

On the other hand, Nangong Fan was almost a little embarrassed. He stood there, took a deep breath, his eyes were sharp, and an invisible white air wave enveloped his whole body, like an air mask, flowing rapidly.

"Assigned."

Zhao Feng smiled slyly, his figure flashed, and he sat back on the spot without making a sound.

"Junior Brother Zhao! Why don't you fight, the sparring between us is not over yet."

Nangong Fan was a little annoyed.

"I said, Junior Brother Nangong, the cultivation you just broke out has surpassed Junior Brother Zhao. As a Senior Brother, you don't want to bully the weak, right?"

Yang Qingshan's voice sounded at the right time.

The discussions between the two were already obvious. If they had the same cultivation, Nangong Fan would not be able to defeat Zhao Feng, and even suffered a small loss.

"It's me who underestimated the enemy. Next time, I'll 'formally discuss' with Junior Brother Zhao."

Nangong Fan sat back on the spot slightly angrily.

Formal discussion?

Zhao Feng weighed the meaning of these four words.

If it is a formal discussion, then Nangong Fan obviously intends to unreservedly, and use all the cultivation of the eighth level of martial arts.

In the courtyard, several brothers and sisters from the same sect were discussing with each other, but they did not know that the whole process had not escaped some secret eyes.

At the top of the pavilion, there were two figures sitting, a man in a green shirt and a dull young man.

"Senior Brother Ye, this Zhao Feng is more powerful than expected. "Silver Wall Art" may be cultivated to the peak of the sixth floor, and the dangerous and difficult martial art of "Dianxingzhi" has also been cultivated to the fifth floor by him. Moreover, he seems to Possessing some kind of profound sacred martial arts moves..."

The dull youth was a little surprised.

"You don't even think about it, who selected the genius."

Ye Lingyun said with a little self-satisfaction.

Just now, Zhao Feng and Nangong Fan were discussing each other, and the two watched the whole process.

Obviously, Zhao Feng's performance surprised the two of them.

"Well, it is indeed possible, Ben Hou almost lost his sight."

An empty, low voice rang in the ears of the two of them.

"right."

The dull youth and Ye Lingyun nodded subconsciously.

what! wrong……

In the next moment, the two of them jumped wildly and said, "Master!"

Looking back, there was no one there.

But the voice of Marquis Guangjun clearly sounded in their ears.

The two looked around, and finally, on a big tree a few hundred meters away, they saw the Marquis Guangjun sitting cross-legged, hiding among the branches and leaves of the tree.

The breath of Guang Junhou's whole person seems to be integrated with the trees. It is difficult to distinguish it if you don't look carefully.

This time, the discussion between the brothers and sisters in the same sect not only spread to Ye Lingyun and Sanwei, but even the Marquis of Guangjun got the news.

But it's normal to think about it, Guangjun Hou is the supreme controller of Guangling Mansion, and everything here is troublesome, and it is difficult to escape his control.

What's more, the objects of concern are the few disciples he values ​​most.

"Master, actually pays so much attention to this discussion."

Sanwei and Ye Lingyun looked at each other with horror in each other's eyes.

Guangjun Hou's eyes were more focused on Bei Mo.

The discussions between the brothers and sisters in the same sect have each performed well. The new arrivals Feng Yinyue and Zhao Yufei are remarkable and have a lot of potential.

Among them, Zhao Feng's performance also brought surprises to several people.

Of course, what the Marquis Guangjun cared about most was his direct disciple, Bei Mo.

"Bei Mo, we haven't discussed each other for a long time."

Yang Qingshan suggested.

In terms of strength, Yang Qingshan is slightly better than Nangongfan, and is second only to Beimo among the brothers of the same age.

Zhao Feng and others also showed interest.

In their eyes, Bei Mo is a super genius and a pervert.

"It's boring to fight alone."

Bei Mo stood up, but did not refuse to fight.

"what do you mean……"

Yang Qingshan and Nangongfan raised their eyebrows.

Zhao Feng was also vaguely aware of the other party's intentions.

"You five, come together."

Bei Mo's voice was calm, as if he was stating a normal thing.

what! Go together?

The few people present, whether it was Nangong Fan, Yang Qingshan, or the newcomer Zhao Feng, were shocked.

Immediately, Nangong Fan and Yang Qingshan showed a hint of anger on their faces.

"Why, you dare not?"

Bei Mo slowly walked to the middle of the five.

"it is good!"

Feng Yinyue's face turned cold, and she joined the battle circle.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan, one after the other, sandwiched Bei Mo in the middle.

The three of Zhao Feng, whose cultivation base is relatively low, stood on the edge, slightly farther away.

In an instant, the atmosphere on the field seemed extremely depressing.

The duel in the courtyard is divided into two sides.

There is only one person in Bei Mo, who is one party, and the cultivation base is the eighth limit of martial arts.

On the other side, Yang Qingshan, Nangong Fan, Feng Yinyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei were five people, two people at the eighth level of martial arts, and three people at the seventh level of martial arts.

Isn't this a little too big?

Zhao Feng was puzzled.

At this time, Ye Lingyun and Sanwei on the roof also held their breath and concentrated their minds.

"Turbo magic!

Nangong Fan took the lead in launching the attack, and an invisible white air wave burst out from his palm, in the shape of a vortex, rushing towards Bei Mo.

hmm~

Suddenly, a terrible suction shrouded Bei Mo's body, and if he changed to a normal eighth-level powerhouse, he might be unstable.

However, Bei Mo stood on the spot with his clothes flying, but he didn't move.

His feet seemed to be rooted in the ground.

"The mountain collapses!"

Yang Qingshan shouted loudly, and slammed his palm out of the sky, his palm as heavy as a mountain, shaking the air and dust, carrying a huge force and oppression that collapsed the mountain, and slammed it towards Beimo.

He and Nangong Fan, one oppressing the main attacker and the other containing the auxiliary, cooperated seamlessly.

At the same moment, Zhao Feng's three attacked from the side.

Point the star!

The Phantom Moon Splits the Sky!

Chiba Lingwu!

The attacks from Zhao Feng, Feng Yinyue, and Zhao Yufei came from three sides, and the momentum was astonishing.

Among them, Zhao Feng's attack power is almost not weaker than the eighth level of martial arts, and the attacks of Feng Yinyue and Zhao Yufei are almost equal to the eighth level master.

In an instant, the attack of the five talented youths shrouded Bei Mo like a thunderstorm.

"It's good! The ripples are extinguished-"

Bei Mo stood in the same place, his arms suddenly opened, and a layer of bronze-colored internal energy ripples oscillated like thunder, like hundreds of fierce horses, sweeping the Quartet with absolute strength, and I am the only one!

bang bang ka-

Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan, who were the first to bear the brunt of the attack, were instantly annihilated with the explosive internal energy attack, and there was also a domineering ancient bronze internal energy ripple that knocked their bodies straight out.

Wow!

Nangong Fan vomited blood directly in the air, Yang Qingshan's arm fell stiff and numb, his face was pale, and he suffered some internal injuries.

bang bang bang-

The inner strength ripples of the bronze remaining scattered, shaking violently, knocked Zhao Feng and the three's air-to-air attack into a vacuum.

Zhao Yufei and Feng Yinyue groaned, and they flew out uncontrollably.

sigh~

The aftermath swept across, billowing dust, almost shrouded the courtyard and pavilion where everyone was, and also covered up the truth of the scene...