Chapter 90: The Beast Tide Attacks (1)

Cough cough!

At the top of the pavilion, the dull youth and Ye Lingyun were swept in by the billowing dust.

The two looked at each other with horror on each other's faces, staring at the movement in the dust below.

The confrontation of the six great geniuses off the field is really powerful, and it is completely comparable to the confrontation of the martial arts ninth-level powerhouse.

At this moment, even Marquis Guangjun on the trees in the distance was staring at the dusty area with a hint of joy on his face.

center of dust.

Bei Mo stood on the spot with his feet rooted in the soil for half an inch. The trees and rockery around him all collapsed and shattered, and everything in his field of vision was devastated.

Around him, several other teenagers were pale and embarrassed.

Among them, Nangong Fan and Yang Qingshan, who were confronting head-on, both suffered internal injuries and looked bad.

Zhao Yufei and Feng Yinyue, who attacked from the edge, were also knocked out and were slightly injured.

But there is only one exception.

On the edge of the dusty area, there was a young man standing, his clothes rattling, but there were no scars on his body, but his face was solemn and his breathing was tight.

"This guy's strength is probably more terrifying than most of the ninth-level powerhouses..."

Zhao Feng's chest rose and fell, staring at Bei Mo in the center of the dust.

From the branch to the clan, from Yuyang City to Guangling County, Zhao Feng has never encountered such a terrifying genius.

Perhaps, only Xin Wuhen, the mysterious young man who had fought in the past, could take it out and compare it with one or two.

The dust cleared, and the situation on the field was very clear.

Bei Mo stood on the spot, expressionless, and said indifferently: "The blow just now only activated 60% of my strength."

Sixty percent strength!

Several geniuses present were shocked and wanted to speak, but they couldn't spit out a word.

Is this the true strength of Bei Mo?

The corner of Feng Yinyue's mouth showed a bit of bitterness. He really realized why Bei Mo could become the only direct disciple of the Marquis Guangjun, while himself and others could only be relegated to named disciples.

He did not expect that the gap between direct disciples and named disciples would be so large.

It is no wonder that the other party can get the attention of Guangjun Hou.

"I haven't seen each other for a month. Junior Brother Beimo has become so strong. Compared with you and me, the strength is almost the same."

Ye Lingyun sighed softly.

In the courtyard and pavilion, all the teenagers were speechless.

A dead silence.

On the big tree in the distance, Marquis Guangjun looked into the distance with a smile on his face, and murmured, "Come on, the time will come..."

Half an hour passed.

Silence returned to the courtyard.

"Hey, Junior Brother Beimo, we're done."

Yang Qingshan was a little helpless and said with a decadent expression.

Nangong Fan's face was weak, and a few traces of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

On the contrary, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei should be calmer, because the gap between their cultivation base and Bei Mo is relatively large.

"Junior Brother Zhao."

Suddenly, Bei Mo's voice turned, and his eyes were fixed on Zhao Feng.

Um?

Zhao Feng was startled, what happened?

The eyes of several geniuses on the field also fell on him.

"You sent that finger just now?"

Bei Mo stared at him and waved his sleeves.

A few people looked at it intently, and saw a small hole the width of an index finger on Bei Mo's sleeve.

Of course, this small hole is only limited to Bei Mo's sleeve,

His arms were as white as before, without a trace.

how did you do that?

Even so, it surprised several people on the field.

At that time, when everyone was fighting, Bei Mo was swept away with contempt, and the "Ripple Dafa" was like a wide net, sparse and not leaking, even the attacks of Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan could not get close.

Under the suspicious eyes of several people, Zhao Feng smiled slightly: "Maybe it was a fluke."

lucky?

Yang Qingshan had a little doubt in his eyes. Among the people who besieged Beimo just now, it seemed that only Zhao Feng was unscathed.

Not only that, his fingering attack actually penetrated into the flaws and gaps of Beimo's practice, leaving a small hole on the latter's sleeve.

If one of them can be achieved, it may be attributed to luck, but if the two meet together, the probability of coincidence is very small.

"what!"

Ye Lingyun and Sanwei, who were watching the battle in the dark, were also slightly surprised.

The previous confrontation was too chaotic, and they didn't notice these details.

On the other hand, Marquis Guangjun on the tree in the distance, his eyes flashed, and he whispered: "Unbelievable insight, in that chaotic scene, grasping the flashing flaws in Mo'er's body, and stabbed with his fingers from the air. target."

Apart from Zhao Feng and Bei Mo, the only one who fully understood the truth of the process was Marquis Guangjun.

Guangjun Hou also analyzed the results afterwards, and did not pay attention to this detail at the time.

"A fluke?"

Bei Mo did not pursue it any further, but felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He single-handedly stunned the six top geniuses, and could have ended up "perfectly".

However, with Zhao Feng, not only was he not injured, but he also left a small hole the width of his index finger on his sleeve.

This is arguably the only blemish.

Since being accepted as a direct disciple by Marquis Guangjun, he has hardly been anywhere in the same generation and lost to others.

But since meeting Zhao Feng, he has repeatedly made exceptions.

First, in terms of memory, he lost to Zhao Feng, and now the other party has let his perfect end, leaving a stain.

A friendship between the same door, so far.

Ye Lingyun, Sanwei, and Marquis Guangjun, who were hiding behind the scenes, left one after another.

This discussion has made the disciples of Guangjun Hou's sect have their own gains, and they all went back to retreat for enlightenment.

On the way back, Zhao Feng still had Bei Mo's invincible blow in his mind.

It's too strong!

Zhao Feng couldn't find a way to compete head-on.

Moreover, that contemptuous blow only used 60% of Bei Mo's strength.

Zhao Feng once opened his left eye and observed Bei Mo. The other party's cultivation base was extremely close to the ninth level. The inner strength of the martial arts practiced was very special.

After analysis, he determined that Bei Mo had practiced at least two or three sacred martial arts.

Among them, "Ripple Dafa" is a bit more powerful than ordinary holy martial arts.

This made Zhao Feng realize that even the holy rank martial arts has high and low grades.

Soon, he remembered the division of the sacred martial arts level he saw in the library.

"Saint-rank martial arts are divided into low-level, middle-level, high-level, and top-level. What I saw in the 'Holy-Rank Building' that day should be the lower-level holy-rank."

In Zhao Feng's mind, there is a lot of knowledge information.

Two days ago, he had "acquired" a huge amount of knowledge in the library, and his experience had greatly increased, but there was still more knowledge that he had not digested.

...

After returning to his residence, Zhao Feng began to comprehend the experience of today's discussions, and he benefited a lot.

Especially in the "Four Winds Style", the "Wind Style" has been realized.

Not only that, Zhao Feng also had a breakthrough understanding of the second move, "Tornado Style".

call!

Zhao Feng turned Guiyuan's inner strength, his body and hands gently danced, and the sound of breaking air came from all over his body, and his inner strength caused the wind to spin and roar.

Point the star!

As soon as Zhao Feng pointed it out, there was a majestic and powerful wind whistling all over his body. A simple gesture seemed to arouse the wind around him, producing a wide-ranging impact.

"It turns out that the 'Flying Style' is very useful for the movement and footwork, while the 'Whirlwind Style' can increase the power and momentum of the move, and can generate more scoped power."

Zhao Feng became more and more enlightened.

The four winds are: with wind, tornado, residual wind, and gale.

One style is more esoteric and more powerful than the other style.

So far, Zhao Feng has mastered the wind style, and the tornado style has also comprehended five or six points.

If he guessed correctly, the following Residual Wind and Gale styles must be powerful attacks.

For several days in a row, Zhao Feng was mostly comprehending.

this day.

Zhao Feng woke up from his comprehension and opened his eyes.

"Young Master Zhao, Master Ye Lingyun has news that he has something to call you."

The servant's urgent voice came from outside the door.

Usually there is no urgent matter, and the servant will not disturb him.

And this time, it seemed unusual.

Zhao Feng walked out of the house and got the gathering place from the servants.

The gathering place is at Tianwei Camp.

After a while, Zhao Feng came to the pavilion in the middle of the Tianwei Camp wasteland.

When he arrived, there were already many people sitting in the pavilion.

The two people at the head were the wooden youth and Ye Lingyun.

Next are the named disciples of Marquis Guangjun, and the ten young geniuses of the new "Ten Heavenly Guards".

After a while, Bei Mo and Yang Qingshan also arrived.

All the people are present.

"Lord Sanwei, what happened?"

a teenager asked.

The young man said: "It has something to do with the last mission to suppress bandits."

Suppression mission?

Zhao Feng was slightly surprised. In the last time in the area of ​​riots, weren't the bandits killed in pieces?

The young people present also showed doubts.

Zhao Feng thought for a second, if it was a simple bandit suppression, there was no need to dispatch a few disciples of the Marquis Guangjun, and even Bei Mo, a direct disciple, came here.

"It's like this, in the area where you last suppressed bandits, in the bordering Hengyun Tianlin, a large number of beasts and wild beasts sprang up, attacking nearby villages and towns, and even formed a large-scale 'beast tide'. Purposely kill to Guangling County City."

Ye Lingyun explained the reason.

Beast tide?

The young people present were a little surprised.

In the area of ​​riots, how could there be a beast tide for no reason?

Zhao Feng couldn't help but ponder, but remembered the situation when he was chasing the leader of the crippled wolf that day.

At that time, after chasing into Hengyun Tianlin, Zhao Feng saw the terrifying "Dou Li Man" in his left eye, as well as a few high-level beasts that appeared inexplicably.

"The scale of the beast tide is not trivial. There are a large number of low-level vicious beasts, and some high-level vicious beasts, destroying several villages and towns, and even threatening Guangling County."

Ye Lingyun looked solemn.

High-level beasts?

Some young people on the field could not help but tremble.

There are many rumors about the terror of high-level beasts.

Zhao Feng has also personally experienced the "two-winged saber-toothed tiger" and "blood-colored python" that he encountered in Hengyun Tianlin. What a terrifying existence, each of them has the power to destroy the village, and can even threaten people like Yuyang City. Such a small town.

"Guangling County has dispatched troops and warriors, but there are still not enough manpower. This beast tide is also an opportunity for you to experience. Lord Guangjun ordered you to assist the defense."

The dumb youth explained his intentions.

Auxiliary defense?

When the young people heard the words, they breathed a sigh of relief, and many people were still slightly excited.

"Through fighting, you can improve your strength and stimulate your potential."

Zhao Feng's mentality is optimistic and positive.

Just when people are talking.

chirp——

From the sky above Guangling County, there was a sharp scream, shocking the heart and soul.

"What's the situation! Could it be that the beast has already killed Guangling County?"

Zhao Feng's heart suddenly jumped.

His left eye instantly penetrated a distance of twenty or thirty kilometers, and saw a huge golden bird in the sky. It spread its wings and flew, swallowing clouds, and it was powerful. It was more than one level stronger than the two-winged saber-toothed tiger he had ever seen.