Chapter 1212: Vessel Pattern

Several people roared in anger and attacked at the same time, besieging Hua Yingxiong.

After defeating Park Shengchang, Hua Yingxiong gained confidence and attacked decisively. Under Luo Feng's guidance, he seemed to be enlightened and exerted magical power. In just a few moves, he kicked all these people into Lake Zurich one by one.

"The world's number one fighting sport is Taekwondo?" Hua Yingxiong looked at the few people and sneered, "Remember, the one that will sweep the world in the future is destined to be "Dragon Martial Arts". Once "Dragon Martial Arts" is released, who will compete with it?"

Hua Yingxiong shook his hand, turned around and walked in front of Luo Feng, his eyes still unable to hide his shock, "I didn't expect that your understanding of "Dragon Martial Arts" was so thorough. Thank you so much tonight."

Luo Feng smiled, "Chinese Kung Fu cannot be humiliated. I just did something that the descendants of the Chinese should do."

"Well said!" Hua Yingxiong was excited and waved his fist, "I have a dream to open a Dragon Martial Arts Hall in Zurich!"

"I am looking forward to it very much." Luo Feng smiled and said goodbye to Hua Yingxiong, "One day in the future, when I come to Zurich again, I hope to see your Dragon Martial Arts Hall."

Luo Feng has already booked a flight and will leave Zurich tonight.

"I will definitely." Hua Yingxiong nodded vigorously and waved his fist, "Brother, I don't know your name yet."

"My name is Luo Feng." Luo Feng smiled and left gracefully, and soon disappeared into the night.

"Luo Feng?" Hua Yingxiong said to himself, "This name is familiar."

In fact, Hua Yingxiong also felt a little familiar when he saw Luo Feng for the first time.

"Luo Feng, Luo Feng..."

Suddenly, Hua Yingxiong's body shook violently, as if he was electrocuted, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Is it him?"

Hua Yingxiong hurriedly took out his mobile phone, flipped through a video, and looked at the face carefully.

Wearing a white robe training suit, performing "Dragon Martial Arts", one move after another, flowing like clouds and water, waving like the wind, Hua Yingxiong suddenly paused the video and fixed his eyes on a face.

"He is Luo Feng! The founder of "Dragon Martial Arts", Luo Feng!" Hua Yingxiong was excited and ran towards the direction where Luo Feng disappeared, but he could not find Luo Feng's whereabouts.

Hua Yingxiong felt that everything was like a dream.

"I actually...got the guidance of the founder of "Dragon Martial Arts."

" Hua Yingxiong smiled foolishly, his heart was extremely excited, and suddenly he remembered something and turned back quickly.

On the shore of Lake Zurich, several wet young men had just climbed up, including the Taekwondo master, Park Shengchang.

"You... what are you still doing here?" One of the young men looked up and looked at Hua Yingxiong in horror.

Hua Yingxiong approached step by step with a smile.

"Forgot what I said just now?"

Hua Yingxiong walked directly in front of the few people, looking down at them, with sharp eyes, "Apologize to me, apologize to China... By the way, apologize to "Longwu" and Luo Feng!"

Park Shengchang and the others were all stunned.

"Apologize!" Hua Yingxiong swung his fist, but before he could hit him, one of the young men's legs had softened and he fell to the ground.

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On the plane, business class.

After the turbulent period after takeoff, the plane entered a stable area, and Luo Feng's thoughts were pulled back from Lake Zurich in Switzerland.

Luo Fengping exhaled and closed his eyes slightly. It seemed that he was closing his eyes to rest his mind, but in fact he was running the Purple Qi Eastward Divine Art.

In his body, a majestic and powerful force traveled through the meridians of his body.

"The power of the second level of the shackles realm." Luo Feng felt it secretly, his eyes revealed a blazing light. Luo Feng was confident that even if he faced Daotian Sect Master again, he would be able to crush Daotian Sect Master without "turning stones into gold".

Luo Feng could fully feel the power of this force in himself.

And...

"Dan Dian, Zhen Lu... Weapon Pattern!" Luo Feng's eyes gently cracked, revealing a shining light.

Just like the previous few times, when he successfully merged the fourth mysterious bead, Luo Feng's mind had something more.

This time, it was called "Weapon Pattern"!

"An ordinary weapon, if the weapon pattern is added, it can show its extraordinary features." Luo Feng's mind flashed through a series of weapons.

Black spear!

Silver halberd!

Mysterious bronze mirror!

Multicolored long whip!

And so on.

This was originally an ordinary weapon, but because the ancient weapon pattern master engraved the weapon pattern on it, it looked extremely extraordinary.

"It is similar to the formation." Luo Feng sighed. He had always thought that the pattern in the bronze mirror in Daotian's hand was a formation that he could not understand.

Now he knows the existence of "Weapon Pattern".

However, weapon pattern master, this is an existence he has never heard of. Before, at least there were people studying the alchemy book and formation book. In the heavenly prison realm, there was even a Danzhen Hall, but weapon patterns were unheard of.

"This may be a more ancient existence than alchemy and formation, and it has been lost for too long." Luo Feng even had an idea, "Some magic weapons in myths and legends may be magical because of the weapon patterns."

For example, the Tianfan Seal in the Conferred God List?

For example, the Ruyi Jingu Bang in Journey to the West?

Because of all the magic in the Dragon Palace, Luo Feng felt that many myths were exaggerated real events.

“Maybe there really is a Ruyi Jingu Bang, but it’s definitely not some magic needle that can stabilize the sea, and it certainly won’t be able to pierce the sky. It’s just a stick that has been engraved with weapon patterns, making it extraordinary.” Luo Feng said to himself. Of course, weapon pattern masters are also divided into different levels.

Luo Feng has just come into contact with it, and has not yet entered the door. He is not even a first-level weapon pattern master. If he is given a stick, he can only use it as fire. If he is given a cucumber, he cannot carve a magic weapon that can automatically retract.

There are one to nine levels of weapon pattern masters.

"Wind-fixing beads, magic mirrors, ropes to trap immortals, wind-fire wheels, Tai Chi diagrams, six-soul banners... maybe they are the works of ninth-level weapon pattern masters in ancient times."

Luo Feng is extremely looking forward to it.

At the same time, he is also confused.

The Jiuli Holy Sword is at least known as one of the ten ancient magic weapons, but there is no weapon pattern on it!

This makes Luo Feng feel puzzled, and he wants to take out the Jiuli Holy Sword for research immediately.

However, if he has an extra knife in his hand now, this plane is probably forced to land.

"Perhaps, the Jiuli Holy Sword also has weapon patterns, but it has not recovered to that level yet?" Luo Feng had an idea.

After all, when he first came into contact with the Jiuli Holy Sword, it was just a prototype.

The Jiuli Holy Sword is constantly growing and evolving.

"Perhaps one day, the Nine-level Weapon Pattern Master will appear on the Nine-Li Holy Sword. One sword can cut the sea and one sword can split the mountain." Luo Feng muttered to himself, his thoughts turning quickly, and his mind was full of thoughts about the weapon pattern.

He didn't feel the passage of time at all.

"Dear passengers, welcome to China Southern Airlines. Our destination is Zhejiang-Hangzhou International Airport. The plane will start landing in ten minutes. Dear passengers..." The broadcast sounded, waking Luo Feng up.

"We are here so soon!" Luo Feng stretched.

No one knew that Luo Feng's strength had changed again after such a stroll.