Chapter 3 Breakthrough 2 Layers

"One move, you lose..."

The surprise and excitement on Zhao Feng's face were hard to hide.

win yourself? Or a one-shot victory?

Before the fight, because of the mutation in his left eye, Zhao Feng was confident. With his reflexes and insight, he should be able to resist Zhao Kun's move. If he played well, he might be able to stick to more than ten moves.

The final result was completely beyond his expectations.

Zhao Kun's sudden attack is not unpleasant, and bystanders can't see clearly... But with the left eye locked, all the movement trajectories are so clear and clear.

When the left eye reached its limit, Zhao Feng felt that the opponent's movements were a little clumsy and slow.

What's even more incredible is that he also saw the flaws in Zhao Kun's moves!

flaw!

A flaw in advanced martial arts!

Zhao Feng also doesn't understand why he can easily see through the flaws in the opponent's moves, perhaps the opponent's advanced martial arts have not yet been mastered.

In the end, Zhao Feng subconsciously attacked, just like using chopsticks to kill a fly before, accurately intercepting the opponent's fatal flaw, and winning with one blow!

Whoa!

There was an uproar among the many disciples on the martial arts field.

"Could it be that my eyes were wrong! The loser turned out to be Zhao Kun!"

"It's absolutely true, the loser is Zhao Kun."

The disciples of the Zhao clan were shocked and looked strange.

...

"How is it possible... I would actually lose to this guy!"

Zhao Kun looked confused and questioned.

That's right!

He lost in a daze, completely clueless.

For a time, the expressions of Zhao Feng and Zhao Kun formed a sharp contrast.

"It was definitely an accident!"

Some of the Zhao clan's children, looking at Zhao Feng's stunned expression, suddenly realized.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone on the field agreed.

"That's right! This kid must be lucky. He made a mistake and won by coincidence."

"It's so fucking lucky..."

Everyone was relieved and had a "reasonable" explanation for the reason for Zhao Feng's victory.

"Luck? Maybe."

Zhao Feng smiled lightly, turned around and left.

"Boy! Stop for me!"

Zhao Kun clutched his stomach, barely stood up, and said with a sullen face: "Zhao Feng! You were lucky just now and you were lucky enough to win, let's play again!"

"Another one?"

Zhao Feng frowned and glanced at Zhao Kun: "First, you are injured. Second, I have no time."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the corner of the martial arts field, leaving behind a group of Zhao clan disciples who looked at each other in dismay.

"Little bastard! When I heal my wounds and practice "The Thirteenth Transformation of the Viper" better, I'll ask you to settle the account."

Zhao Kun looked angry and left angrily.

Recalling the battle just now, Zhao Kun came to the conclusion that his defeat was mainly due to three reasons:

First, underestimate the enemy.

Second, he only practiced the first three styles of "The Thirteen Changes of the Poisonous Snake", and there are some flaws, which are not perfect.

Third, Zhao Feng was very lucky and made a mistake.

...

On the other side of the martial arts field, Zhao Feng began to practice boxing.

"In the battle just now, the main reason why Zhao Kun was able to win the battle was that Zhao Kun underestimated the enemy, how mysterious the advanced exercises are, he hasn't mastered it yet, and I saw his flaws..."

Zhao Feng's heart is very clear.

In the next battle, Zhao Kun will definitely not underestimate the enemy. If he can improve the flaws in the first three styles of "The Thirteen Changes of the Viper", Zhao Feng will not be sure.

After all, there is a big gap in strength between the first-level martial arts and the second-level martial arts.

There are nine levels of martial arts, and the first three levels are one stage, called the "refinement stage".

The so-called "strength training section" is to strengthen the strength, strengthen the qi and blood, and consolidate the foundation of the body.

Therefore, there will be a huge gap of one or two hundred pounds in strength between the first level of martial arts and the second level of martial arts.

It can be seen that under normal circumstances, it is difficult to defeat the second level of martial arts with the first level of martial arts, and it is even more difficult to win with one move.

"The key is to improve your own strength!"

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and started practicing "Yan Gangquan" again.

The first form...the second form...the third form...

The Yan Gang Fist was on Zhao Feng's body, and it was smoother than ever before.

call!

Zhao Feng closed his fists and exhaled, with surprise on his face. There were thirty-two poses in this Yan Gang fist.

After finishing a whole set of boxing techniques, he felt that the blood in his body became smoother and more vigorous, as if it was burning.

Pounding! Pounding! ...

At the same time, the beating sound from the left eye became stronger.

Zhao Feng closed his eyes, and his consciousness quickly felt a pitch-dark space.

In the center of the space, there is a light cyan spiral halo.

Originally, the spiral halo was only one foot eighty-nine long, very dim.

But now, the length and brightness of the light cyan spiral halo seems to have grown somewhat.

"Could it be! The special ability of the left eye is related to my own strength."

Zhao Feng secretly guessed in his heart.

The bizarre change in his left eye brought him an opportunity to change his destiny. First, he made a surprise victory over Zhao Kun. At this time, his practice of boxing became so smooth.

"Come again!"

Zhao Feng's eyes became sharp, and he practiced Yan Gangquan repeatedly.

bang bang bang...

Zhao Feng's punching speed and body movements became faster and faster, and his boxing technique fell like mercury, and it was endless.

In the third drill, his speed was twice as fast as before, and his power at least doubled.

During his breathing, he felt the qi and blood in his body surging, and the parts of his body that he could not cultivate on weekdays were able to be tempered and purified this time.

"At this speed, I should be able to break through the second level of martial arts in the past few days."

Zhao Feng clearly felt his progress.

After practicing until the evening, Zhao Feng wiped off the sweat and returned to his home.

After returning home, he was still pondering the mutated left eye.

"Continue the supernatural power of my bloodline eyes and pupils, dominate Qianqiu, and control all ages - lucky junior, don't let me down..."

He remembered the voice that sounded in the dark space when he was in a coma.

Zhao Feng speculated at this time: This eye is likely to come from a god-like existence in ancient times, and by chance, it merged with his left eye...

Even at night, when he opened his eyes, he could clearly see objects outside.

That dark night had almost no effect on Zhao Feng's vision. His eyes can even see the birds in the sky a few miles away...

Lying in bed at night, Zhao Feng felt that his left eye was beating frequently, exuding a trace of warmth, blending into his own blood and the depths of his body.

In a strange feeling, Zhao Feng gradually fell asleep.

The next morning.

Zhao Feng woke up early, stretched his limbs, and practiced boxing in the narrow courtyard.

"This small courtyard is too dilapidated and the environment is very bad. When I become strong in the future, I must let my parents move into the spacious courtyard."

Zhao Feng secretly said in his heart.

Soon, he began to perform the thirty-two poses of Yan Gangquan.

bang bang bang...

The fist vibrated violently with a whistling sound, and the power was amazing.

Just as Zhao Feng threw a few punches, he felt something was wrong.

During the breath, the qi and blood in the body surged, and it was powerful. He punched out, at least four or five hundred pounds of strength.

"what!"

Zhao Feng was slightly surprised, the fists in his hands were like two fiery flames, whistling amazingly.

bang bang-

A fist smashed into the tree in front of him, and a branch as thick as a fist broke into several pieces in an instant.

"No! This is definitely not the strength of the first level of martial arts, could it be..."

Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat.

In order to verify his conjecture, he took a deep breath, exerted all his strength, stimulated his blood, and stomped on the ground.

Boom!

When the ground shook, the soil layer fell off and shattered, causing Zhao Feng's feet to fall into half an inch abruptly.

He looked happy, and another palm smashed into a large stone weighing dozens of pounds in front of him, and the latter was suddenly torn apart.

Such powers are by no means comparable to the first level of martial arts.

"The second level of martial arts... I actually broke through the second level of martial arts!"

Zhao Feng was overjoyed, closed his eyes, and felt the stronger blood in his body.

He originally thought that it would take a day or two to break through to the second level of martial arts, but after a night of sleep, the promotion was a natural progression.

Consciousness merged into his left eye, and Zhao Feng discovered that the light cyan spiral halo in the pitch-black space stretched from one foot eighty-nine to two feet.

He vaguely noticed that his energy was stronger than before, and there were other unspeakable changes...