Chapter 14: Quasi-Warrior Strength

"The medicinal effect of blood ginseng is so good."

Zhao Feng was a little unbelievable.

He originally thought that even with the help of 200 years of blood ginseng, it would take two or three days to break through the third level of martial arts, but it only took one day to succeed.

Zhao Feng thought about it, if everyone took blood ginseng and had such a good effect, then the true martial artist above the fourth level of martial arts would not be so valuable.

Ultimately, he thought of three reasons:

First, he has never taken such precious medicinal materials before, and he has a strong absorption of the medicinal effects of blood ginseng.

Second, the "Qi Pushing Technique" reached the third level, so that Zhao Feng's qi and blood strength was better than that of ordinary martial arts when he was at the second level of martial arts.

Third, after integrating into the mysterious eyes, Zhao Feng felt that his body and flesh were slowly changing, and there was an illusion of being "transformed".

After successfully breaking through the third level, Zhao Feng gradually calmed down after a brief period of joy.

After all, in the Zhao family, at his age, he has just broken through the third level of martial arts, so he can only be considered excellent, not a real genius.

Take the genius "Zhao Yufei" who also came from the branch as an example. The other party was promoted to the peak of the third level of martial arts two months ago, and the aura of "internal strength of martial arts" even bred in his body, just like a quasi martial artist.

"With my current strength, I should be able to fight against the powerhouses of Xin Fei and Zhao Yijian, but I have no certainty to win."

Zhao Feng made a calm assessment in his heart.

After all, Xin Fei and Zhao Yijian were all practicing advanced exercises, at least above the Xiaocheng realm, and they were definitely not half-hearted like Zhao Kun.

For the next two days, Zhao Feng consolidated his cultivation in the inn.

When he was cultivating the "Pushing Qi Technique", he found that there was a faint low-pitched sound when the blood in his body was being transported.

Zhao Feng moved his left eye, and found a faint cyan and red aura in the flesh and blood in his body.

"The "Pushing Qi Technique" is close to the third level of perfection. My blood strength is not weaker than the peak of the third level of martial arts, and even comparable to quasi-martial artists like Zhao Yufei and Xin Fei."

Zhao Feng was delighted.

Once the "Push Qi Art" has reached the third level, he can try to comprehend and cultivate the inner strength of the martial arts.

And to reach this level, the third-level peak of martial arts cannot be achieved, at least the quasi-martial artist level.

After the consolidation of the realm was completed, Zhao Feng left the inn and prepared to return to the Zhao family.

As for the other two blood ginseng, he has no plans to take it for the time being.

Zhao Feng just walked out of the inn. Not far away, a beggar in tattered sackcloth turned around and ran away.

"Uncle Xin, he's out!"

The linen-clad beggar walked to a nearby restaurant and said to a light-armored youth in front of him.

"Okay, this is your money."

There was a hint of coldness on the corner of the light armored youth's mouth. .

...

Zhao Feng left the inn, walked several miles, and entered a secluded alley, when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him.

Teng swish—

I saw two or three figures, flying over the eaves and walking the walls, chasing them from behind.

who!

Zhao Feng's figure was certain, and he quickly turned around.

"Boy! If you want to get out of your body, leave 10,000 taels of silver!"

The three Xin family disciples surrounded Zhao Feng in a triangle.

The speaker was a light-armored boy.

Xin Gang!

Zhao Feng's expression turned cold, and he recognized the light-armored youth at the head.

The three Xin family disciples in front of them all reached the third level of martial arts.

Among them, Xin Gangxiu is the highest, reaching the triple peak.

"Ten thousand taels of silver? Just the three of you."

Zhao Feng was calm and indifferent, standing with his hands behind his back.

He spent nearly 10,000 taels of silver in Yuyang City, and now there are more than 10,000 left. Obviously these people have a plan.

"Boy, don't be mad! Last time I was injured, and I let you win by luck. Today, I will wait for three people to recover the loss in the 'Hengyun Tianlin' that day."

Xin Gang said with a sullen face.

"Humph... That day, I dealt with the Qing-headed Tiger King, my Xin family disciple, and lost one person. You alone took 60% of the profit, and you are not afraid of the snake swallowing elephant being choked to death."

A disciple of the Xin family behind him had unwillingness and greed in his eyes.

"What nonsense! Take him down quickly to avoid extra trouble."

A disciple of the Xin family on the left shouted loudly and kicked with one leg, carrying a strong wind.

Suddenly, Xin Gang and other three disciples of the Xin family started killing Zhao Feng in unison.

"Hehe, a bunch of rabble."

Zhao Feng chuckled lightly, and with a "tumbling" sound, he leaped six or seven meters into the sky and landed on the wall of a house on the side.

In an understatement, he dodged the three crazy attacks.

"Don't let him run away!"

Xin Gang roared angrily, and jumped up first and rushed towards Zhao Feng.

"run?"

With a mocking expression on his face, Zhao Feng's "Pushing Qi Art" in his body instantly revolved, and he performed the "Piaolingdu" lightening technique.

not good!

Xin Gang was taken aback, only to feel a breathless depression coming from the side.

bang-

Xin Gang was in mid-air, barely catching a punch, when he felt a huge burst of force from an angry dragon coming, and his body suddenly flew out.

Wow!

Xin Gang spat out a mouthful of blood in the air, slammed his body against the stone wall, and smashed several bricks and tiles.

"I'm afraid this kid's strength has reached the level of a quasi-warrior, and I can't even take a move from him.

It was almost dark in front of Xin Gang's eyes, and he quickly reminded his companions: "Xin Yu, Xin Chen, be careful—"

However, before he could remind him, another scream came from his side.

"what……"

Another Xin family member was punched five or six meters away and broke his bones on the spot.

"Run!"

The last Xin family disciple was so frightened that he ran away.

However, he had just escaped a few steps when the wind whistled behind him.

boom!

He didn't even have time to shoot, his eyes darkened and he passed out...

In terms of speed, Zhao Feng was even faster than the third-level martial arts disciples who practiced advanced light-weight exercises, and could even be on a par with the fourth-level martial arts.

"Forgive you once this time, and next time you provoke me, I will never forgive you lightly!"

Zhao Feng glanced at Xin Gang coldly, and his body jumped, like a feather in a swallow, and floated away.

"What a terrifying strength, and that terrifying speed..."

The young man beside Xin Gang was completely dumbfounded.

"This Zhao Feng has just been promoted to the third level of martial arts, and he has the strength of a 'quasi-martial artist'."

Xin Gang took a deep breath, lingering fear.

At this moment, Zhao Feng's strength can definitely compete with Xin Fei, throwing him far away.

After sending Xin Gang and the others, Zhao Feng returned to the Zhao Clan's territory.

Entering the outer layer of the clan, some familiar Zhao clan disciples flashed a hint of surprise when their eyes passed over Zhao Feng.

"When did Zhao Feng get promoted to the third level of martial arts?"

These outer disciples were surprised by Zhao Feng's cultivation.

It should be noted that twenty days ago, Zhao Feng was still a martial artist at the first level of martial arts.

"I heard someone say yesterday that this kid picked up a lot of money in the 'Hengyun Tianlin', killed the beast 'Blue-headed Tiger King' together with the Xin family's children, and took advantage of the danger to get more than half of the benefits."

Some well-informed disciples of the Zhao clan said.

"A ferocious beast is worth two or three thousand taels of silver. This kid must have purchased incomparably precious medicinal materials, which made his cultivation progress by leaps and bounds."

"What's so great about breaking through the cultivation base with external force? Often such people have extremely poor combat ability."

...

Some of the nearby Zhao clan disciples are either envious, or spurn, disdain.

There was a smile on the corner of Zhao Feng's mouth. He didn't expect that the news of his hunt for the "green-headed tiger king" would spread to the clan so quickly.

Ignoring these people, Zhao Feng walked straight forward.

Not for a while.

Zhao Feng returned home.

The first time he saw his mother, Zhao, was sewing clothes.

"Father, mother, this is one thousand taels of silver."

Zhao Feng walked into the house and put a stack of silver bills on the table.

"Silver? One thousand taels?"

Zhao shi was stunned and picked up the silver note on the table.

What's more, his father Zhao Tianyang also came over, his face full of surprise.

"One thousand taels of silver, where did you get so much money?"

Zhao Tianyang said in surprise.

In particular, when he discovered that his son's cultivation had reached the third level of martial arts, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"It's the way it is..."

Zhao Feng briefly explained his experience in Hengyun Tianlin.

After listening to his son's story, Zhao Tianyang and Mrs. Zhao looked at each other, in addition to being surprised, they were also slightly suspicious.

After all, Zhao Feng had never performed such an amazing performance before.

However, as a parent, who doesn't want their children to be successful.

Return to the room.

Zhao Feng sat cross-legged, looked around at the dilapidated house and courtyard in front of him, and murmured, "The family martial arts meeting is still more than a month away. If I become an inner-level disciple...the status and treatment of my parents in the clan will also increase accordingly. "

Closing his eyes, Zhao Feng's mind melted into his left eye.

In the pitch-black space, the light cyan spiral halo extended to three feet.

When Zhao Feng was at the first level of martial arts, the length of the light blue spiral halo was one foot, and the second level of martial arts was two feet.

Now promoted to triple, its length reaches triple.

With the extension of the length of the spiral halo, Zhao Feng found that the ability of his left eye was greatly improved. He could see the details of things within a radius of ten miles, and his reaction power and mental strength also became stronger.

Thinking of this, he began to "decipher" the content behind Piao Lingdu again.

Promoted to the third level of martial arts, Zhao Feng's left eye ability has improved, and the cracking speed has greatly increased.

Seeing the content behind "Piaolingdu", more and more are cracked.

One-third...one-fourth...one-fifth...

Rapid progress!

late at night.

When Zhao Feng was exhausted, "Piaolingdu" was about to be completely cracked.

this moment.

Zhao Feng held his breath and read the following information.

"This set of light-weight exercises, actually..."

Suddenly, an astonishing light flashed in his eyes, which was immediately replaced by a touch of ecstasy!