Chapter 103: Quota Determined

Zhao Feng's gesture shocked the audience, making everyone present in shock.

Several teenagers of the same generation were shocked beyond words, and they all had an irresistible idea.

Yang Qingshan even has the illusion of "reproduction of North ink".

Even Marquis Guangjun, who had a gloomy expression, had a bright brilliance in his eyes at that moment, and immediately returned to his calm and quiet attention.

puff!

With a thunderous finger, Zhao Feng forcefully broke Nangongfan's "Turbo Magical Art", causing the latter's figure to be repelled.

In one move, Zhao Feng gained a clear advantage and even overwhelmed his opponent.

Turbo wind!

Nangong Fan was in a panic, and once again urged the sacred inner power and mind method, and integrated the body method into the wind, so he did not challenge Zhao Feng for the time being.

Because he found that Zhao Feng's attack was too strong.

"Pointing Star Fingers" has reached the sixth level, and is still one step away from reaching the highest seventh level.

That is to say, Zhao Feng has cultivated this attacking martial art whose power is comparable to that of a semi-holy grade, and has cultivated it to the point where it is close to perfection.

And the most terrifying thing is that Zhao Feng integrated the "tornado style" into "Pointing Star Fingers", and under the profound meaning of the holy product residual style, it has been improved by a level.

Therefore, with the blow just now, Zhao Feng won without any doubt!

"Just now I just incorporated the profound meaning of the 'cyclone style' into five or six points, and it has such power."

Zhao Feng himself was also a little surprised.

In the ensuing confrontation, Nangong Fan used his body technique, and with the help of the "turbo wind change", the speed was extremely fast, and he could advance and retreat freely.

"When did this guy's strength become so terrifying, he was much stronger than Yang Qingshan."

Nangong Fan was still in shock and wanted to explore Zhao Feng's reality first.

If the finger just now was the explosion of Zhao Feng's trump card, he would be able to handle it.

If that finger was just an ordinary attack, he couldn't believe it.

With the wind! Smoke wave without shadow step!

Zhao Feng's footwork changed abruptly, his figure flickered and disappeared.

Silently, he followed the wind and played the semi-holy martial arts "Smoke Wave Shadowless Step" to a terrifying level.

Being in the aura of Nangong Fan, Zhao Feng was able to use his opponent's aura to fully utilize his movements.

Nangong Fan was so frightened that he could barely make out the trajectory of Zhao Feng's movement.

Tornado! Point the star!

The blasting sound of finger strength suddenly came from the side, and its power was not inferior to the last time, and even improved.

Nangong Fan felt a chill in his heart, urging the inner strength of the holy product, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, he hurriedly reluctantly took a blow from Zhao Feng.

The two forces slammed together, and the powerful wind and waves rushed across more than ten meters, and the ground beneath his feet peeled off layer by layer.

laugh!

Nangong Fan felt a pain in his arm, his sleeve robe was pierced by Zhao Feng's fingers, leaving a bloodstain on his fair arm.

After two or three moves, Nangong Fan was slightly injured.

In the next few moves, Zhao Feng was far superior to him in terms of speed, movement, and attack strength.

Nangong Fan was so overwhelmed that he tried his best to be beaten to pieces by Zhao Feng.

On the other hand, his attack did not hurt Zhao Feng at all.

"Turbo Stab!"

When Nangong Fan was in crisis, he launched the strongest blow, and the white air wave that swirled towards Zhao Feng like a cone-shaped stab.

Silver Astral Air Hood!

Zhao Feng stood still,

A hazy and translucent silver mask appeared on the surface of the body, and with a bang, Nangong Fan received the strongest blow.

result.

Zhao Feng didn't move at all, and the silver astral hood on his body was never damaged.

In other words, Nangong Fan's strongest attack could not even break Zhao Feng's defense.

"What an amazing defense! Unless Junior Brother Beimo is there, even if we attack in a group, we won't be able to break through his defense in a short period of time."

Yang Qingshan was amazed and looked at Zhao Feng in disbelief.

"Saint martial arts "Silver Wall Art", you have cultivated to this level."

Ye Lingyun was extremely surprised.

He had to admit that although he had high expectations for Zhao Feng, the other party's real performance once again exceeded his expectations.

"not bad."

Marquis Guangjun, who has been silent and gloomy all the time, opened his mouth rarely, and a surprise flashed in his eyes.

With the height of Marquis Guangjun, it is natural to see the artistic conception of the sacred martial arts that Zhao Feng incorporates into his moves.

In fact, not all sacred martial arts contain artistic conception, but those sacred martial arts that contain artistic conception are undoubtedly more difficult to comprehend and more difficult to cultivate.

Right now, there is such a genius who has successfully integrated the artistic conception that can only be comprehended at the holy level into his own moves.

Without judgment, Zhao Feng won this battle.

The entire discussion, before and after no more than ten strokes.

For a while, Nangong Fan lost his soul and suffered a huge blow.

He couldn't believe that he would lose to a teenager whose cultivation, age, and talent were all lower than his own.

But the fact is that, he can't accept it, he can only accept it.

"Don't be discouraged, even Bei Mo has lost to him in many ways."

Yang Qingshan comforted in a low voice.

When he said this, Nangong Fan accepted it more in his heart.

That's right, even the super genius Bei Mo was deflated several times in Zhao Feng's hands.

Compared with memory, Bei Mo lost to Zhao Feng.

In the last time when the divisions were discussing, Zhao Feng's attack punctured Bei Mo's sleeves and broke the opponent's "perfect body".

In the actual battle of the beast horde, Bei Mo's military exploits also lost to Zhao Feng.

In the end, Bei Mo even put forward a "promise" to Zhao Feng, to be in the sect, for a long and short period.

Zhao Feng also did not hesitate to take on the challenge.

"That's right! This guy is a pervert. Fortunately, his talent is not high."

Thinking of this, Nangong Fan finally felt balanced.

Yang Qingshan's words also caused others to think deeply.

In terms of aptitude, Zhao Feng is undoubtedly far inferior to Bei Mo, not even to Nangong Fan and the others.

But in this case, Zhao Feng can make Bei Mo suffer in many ways.

Thinking of this, Ye Lingyun and Master Xu Ran looked at each other.

In the dim eyes of Marquis Guangjun, there seemed to be a glimmer of hope, but it was quickly extinguished, and he shook his head and sighed.

Obviously, he doesn't think Zhao Feng can really replace Bei Mo.

The experience of being in the sect has made Guangjun Hou understand how much the role of aptitude plays in the promotion of the realm of cultivation.

After defeating Nangong Fan, there is no doubt that Zhao Feng has a spot.

Even several people present recognized that he was the strongest, stronger than Yang Qingshan.

Zhao Feng's left eye also captured the change in Marquis Guangjun's expression. Even if his performance brought surprise to the master, it could not replace Bei Mo, who was extremely talented.

After Nangongfan was defeated, there was still a chance to challenge.

"I challenge Feng Yinyue."

Nangong Fan was also calm.

Zhao Feng admitted that he couldn't beat him. Yang Qingshan usually played against each other, and he lost more and won less.

Therefore, the most certain is Feng Yinyue.

Regardless of cultivation, aptitude, or martial arts realm, he is slightly better than Feng Yinyue.

Soon, a battle began on the martial arts field.

Nangong Fan and Feng Yinyue fought forty or fifty rounds before the winner was decided.

Feng Yinyue almost desperately tried her best to play for a long time. Under various disadvantages, she persisted to fifty strokes.

But in the end, Feng Yinyue still lost to Nangong Fan.

The gap between the two is difficult to make up for other factors.

"Okay, the three places are confirmed. Feng Yinyue, don't be discouraged, even if you can't enter the sect, you have the hope of becoming my successor in the future."

Guangjun Hou's voice was calm, with a slight smile.

In any case, this time, he saw a surprise in the challenge for the quota.

After the quota is determined, Zhao Feng, Yang Qingshan, and Nangong Fan will participate in the sect assessment in twenty days.

Several disciples left one by one.

"Zhao Feng, you stay."

The Marquis of Guangjun left him alone.

Lingwu Hall, inside a study.

There are only Zhao Feng and Master Xu Ran.

"My teacher's surname is Xu, and the name is right. I entered the 'Xiaoyue Sect' in the early years, but unfortunately, before the age of 30, I could not break through the 'extraordinary realm', and later I stayed in the sect's foreign affairs hall and was responsible for the secular foreign affairs in the area of ​​Guangling County. …”

The Marquis of Guangjun explained his life and past in a eloquent manner.

Zhao Feng learned that although the Marquis of Guangjun had entered the realm of transcendence, that is, the sacred realm of martial arts, he had not entered the core of the sect.

Marquis Guangjun joined the sect in his early years, and took over a grudge with a talented young man.

That young genius has repeatedly defeated him, humiliated him, and even took away his beloved woman.

Marquis Guangjun was very worried about this matter, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch up with that young genius, and instead he was farther and farther away from Yola.

Marquis Guangjun was unwilling to give up, and after entering the secular world, he used his power to recruit young geniuses from all over the world.

"...Since this 'wish' cannot be fulfilled by myself, then I have to rely on the geniuses of the younger generation. Because the older generation will eventually grow old, and the future will be dominated by the younger generation. If my disciples can beat the 'that' People', at least they can vent their anger."

Guangjun Hou finished talking about the cause and effect of the incident.

Zhao Feng knew that the genius boy mentioned by Master Xu Ran was the "Real Man of the Sea of ​​Clouds", the current general manager of Xiaoyue.

"Why did Shizun leave me alone and mention these things?"

Zhao Feng asked.

"Because I have seen many surprises from you. In many respects, you can outperform Beimo. Maybe, you have a 10% chance to compete with Beimo in the future. "

Guangjun Hou said with a smile.

One hope, or maybe?

Zhao Feng didn't think so.

Although Bei Mo's talent is extremely high, he feels a lot of pressure, but he will never think that there is only 10% hope.

"If you read it correctly, your "Silver Wall Art" has broken through the eighth floor, which is really surprising. In terms of body refinement, you are also stronger than Bei Mo. After entering the 'Xiaoyue Sect', if you can achieve higher The level of the "Nine Turning Golden Wall Art" has been successfully completed, and I hope to greatly increase..."

There was a glimmer of hope in Hou Guangjun's eyes.

Seven-turn golden wall art?

Zhao Feng couldn't help but stunned. Hearing the name, this "Nine Revolutions Golden Wall" is the ultimate version of "Iron Wall".

"Silver Wall Art" is already a sacred martial arts, and its power is so powerful, so what will the ultimate version of "Nine Revolutions Golden Wall Art" reach?

"Of course, it is very difficult to obtain the "Nine Revolutions Golden Wall Art". This is the well-known martial arts of the 'Xiaoyue Sect', and ordinary inner-level disciples cannot practice it."

Guangjun Hou shook his head again.

Hearing what he said, Zhao Feng knew that it would be very difficult to acquire this martial art.

However, he is really interested in this martial art now, and if he wants to do everything possible, steal or rob, he will have to get him.

"Master, the crystal ball that tested the physical talent last time, can you let the disciple try again?"

Zhao Feng suddenly made a request.

The last time I used the crystal ball to test, Zhao Feng's score was the fifth lap. It was looming, and his aptitude was a semi-spiritual body.