Chapter 35 The Grand Tournament Begins (Part 1)

The first three layers of "Iron Wall Art" are just to build the foundation, and only when it reaches four layers or more can it show its true power.

This body-refining martial art, once promoted to the fourth floor, the whole body is like an iron wall, and it is invulnerable to swords and guns.

In other words, with Xin Fei's level of attack, Zhao Feng can completely resist with his physical body.

It is difficult for a few martial arts 4th and 5th tier powerhouses to really hurt him.

The fourth layer of "Iron Wall Art" not only strengthens the skin and flesh of the body, but also smelts the inner strength of the martial arts to the flesh and bones, which can greatly increase the strength, far superior to the same level, and enhance the resistance to swords and inner strength of the martial arts.

Zhao Feng's feeling at this moment is particularly obvious.

He doesn't use martial arts inner strength, and he can feel the powerful strength contained in his muscles and bones when he breathes and moves his hands and feet.

"I can easily defeat the fourth level of martial arts, and even compete with the fifth level of martial arts, with my physical strength alone.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and carefully realized the power in his body.

At this time, Zhao Feng really understood the benefits of body refining martial arts.

If he had previously cultivated to the fourth level in the Iron Wall Technique, he would be able to deal with the attacks of three people including the gray-robed warrior at the same time, instead of falling into a desperate situation.

Teng!

Zhao Feng jumped, jumped into the blood pool, consolidated for a few hours, and then floated near the entrance of the cave.

The entrance to the cave is blocked by collapsed rocks.

Zhao Feng can see the scene in the canyon through the stone gap.

"You haven't left yet?"

Zhao Feng frowned and saw the blue-eyed giant wolf, still lying in the canyon, snoring.

He didn't dare to move, just moved some rocks away a little.

no hoo~

At this moment, the blue-eyed giant wolf roared, and a powerful suffocating aura oppressed, accompanied by bursts of strong wind, echoing the entire canyon.

Zhao Feng was a little helpless and returned to the depths of the cave.

The blue-eyed giant wolf is a high-level vicious beast with extraordinary senses. Zhao Feng wanted to fool around, but it wasn't that easy.

"There are still two days before the martial arts tournament will start."

Zhao Feng soaked in the blood pool, a little anxious.

It is definitely impossible to break through hard. The strength of the blue-eyed giant wolf is comparable to the eighth level of martial arts, and the warriors below the seventh level of martial arts can only be killed in seconds.

There are nine levels of martial arts, and every three levels is a watershed.

The 4th to 6th level of martial arts is the "Qi-accumulating stage", and the 7th-8th level of the martial arts is the "Qi-breaking stage".

Zhao Feng may be able to leapfrog to challenge the sixth level of martial arts, but he will never challenge a martial arts master in the Qi-breaking stage.

That blue-eyed giant wolf is equivalent to a Qi-breaking Martial Dao master, at least an eighth-level powerhouse. Even the elders of the Zhao clan are not necessarily its opponents.

Since he couldn't go out, Zhao Feng had to stay and continue to improve his cultivation.

He soaked in the spring pool and practiced "Iron Wall Art" and "Ling Du Qi Art" at the same time.

The power of the blood-colored spring liquid is really magical and powerful. Even if Zhao Feng's "Iron Wall Art" broke through the fourth floor, he could still feel the upward trend, but it was much slower than before.

In a blink of an eye, another two days passed.

Zhao Feng's "Iron Wall Art" was further improved.

During this period, he also took a 500-year-old blood ganoderma lucidum and a 500-year-old blood bamboo shoot.

"Blood Lingzhi" can improve the internal strength of martial arts and consolidate the mind.

After taking five hundred years of blood ganoderma lucidum, Zhao Feng felt that his mind was clear, his martial arts inner strength became more pure, and the quality became higher.

With the help of the previous blood ginseng and spring liquid,

His martial arts inner strength reached the peak of the fifth level of martial arts, not losing to Zhao Han.

The role of "blood bamboo shoots" is even more peculiar. It can warm the body and eliminate toxins.

These days, Zhao Feng soaked the blood-colored spring liquid for a long time and took the spiritual materials of heaven and earth.

After taking this five-hundred-year-old blood bamboo shoot, he excreted black liquid several times from his entire body, only to feel refreshed, his physique transformed, and his cultivation level improved a little.

At this time, Zhao Feng's martial arts internal strength is comparable to the peak of the fifth level, his cultivation is close to the peak of the fifth level, and the "Iron Wall Art" is also close to the peak of the fourth level.

But he wasn't the least bit happy.

"Today should be the time for the martial arts tournament."

Zhao Feng was a little depressed, and shook his head in a bitter sigh.

He is still trapped in the cave and cannot go out.

It seems that the family martial arts tournament is doomed to miss him...

the same moment.

Yuyang City, Zhao family.

The family martial arts tournament was unfolding in an orderly manner.

In the inner layer of the Zhao clan, elite children who were rarely seen on weekdays appeared one by one.

Ranked first, Zhao Linlong; ranked second, Zhao Feng; ranked third, Zhao Han...

One by one, rookies came on stage one after another, pushing the family martial arts tournament to a peak.

The family martial arts meeting was in full swing.

Only a small number of people secretly wondered.

"Why didn't he come?"

Zhao Yufei's flawless eyes glanced at the disciples, but she didn't see Zhao Feng's figure.

After nearly half a month, Zhao Yufei finally broke through the fourth level of martial arts, which was promoted by the "Ling Du Qi Jue", and also supported by some precious medicinal materials...

On the other hand, on the opposite side of the challenge stage, there were fifty chairs, divided into five rows, and fifty inner-level disciples sat.

These fifty chairs represent the quota of fifty inner disciples.

The owners of the first three chairs are among the top three of the children of the entire clan, and all of them are in the fifth level of martial arts.

Looking at the breath, Zhao Feng and Zhao Han are both the fifth level of martial arts that have recently broken through.

As for the number one "Zhao Linlong", from beginning to end, he closed his eyes, unfathomable.

He never glanced at the challenges on the field.

"Why didn't Zhao Feng, the first one in the outer layer, come?"

"Yeah, a few days ago, I heard that he defeated the fourth level of martial arts with a half-step martial artist."

Some Zhao clan disciples discussed in private.

Regarding Zhao Feng's situation, only a few of the senior members of the Zhao family noticed.

on the viewing platform.

"If he comes, at least he has the fourth level of martial arts. There should be no problem with the top five, but why..."

An old man with white beard muttered to himself.

This white-bearded old man was the chief referee at the Outer Martial Arts Fair, and he once took action to stop Zhao Tianjian's oppression of Zhao Feng.

Today, he is also one of the two chief referees of the tournament.

"Hmph, if he can appear, the sun will come out from the west."

A trace of gloom flashed in Zhao Tianjian's eyes, and then he secretly wondered: "It's just... the 'Grey Eagle' who was in charge of the assassination plan, why didn't he respond after completing the mission?"

...

Hengyun Tianlin, deep in a dark cave.

Zhao Feng was still soaked in the blood pool, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was also lost.

Time passed slowly.

He was sure that the martial arts tournament had already begun.

But in the canyon, the blue-eyed giant wolf was still guarding near his own territory, so Zhao Feng didn't dare to act rashly.

The only thing he can do now is to soak in the spring pool and silently practice the "Iron Wall Art" and "Ling Du Qi Art".

In a blink of an eye, another day passed.

Zhao Feng's "Iron Wall Art" slowly pushed up to the peak of the fourth floor.

His martial arts inner strength reached the fifth-level limit, even approaching the sixth level of martial arts.

Even the slowest martial arts realm is approaching the peak of the fifth level.

"It's been a day since the martial arts tournament."

Zhao Feng no longer has any thoughts and hopes in his heart.

Although the family martial arts association is important, he has his own weight on which one is more important than his own life.

What's more, as long as he has enough strength, even if he does not participate in the clan martial arts, he has nothing to fear when he returns to the clan.

huh-

In the canyon, there was a faint roar, from far to near.

what!

Zhao Feng jumped and jumped into the blood-colored spring pool.

The voice just now clearly came from the blue-eyed giant wolf outside.

"Go and have a look."

Zhao Feng cast "Piaolingdu" and leaped to the blocked hole in a moment.

Through the cracks in the rock, Zhao Feng saw the situation in the canyon.

At this moment, at the other end of the canyon, about three or four miles away, several human figures appeared.

Humanity!

Zhao Feng was overjoyed at first, and then his mood became dull again.

How terrifying the high-level fierce beasts are, and the ordinary people are not enough to stick between their teeth, unless there is a martial arts master among the few people who come.

Zhao Feng's left eye was three or four miles apart, and he could clearly see the faces of those people, even the moles on his face and the texture of his skin.

There were three visitors, two males and one female, most of them were seventeen or eighteen years old, and the oldest was only twenty years old.

At this age, it is almost impossible to have the realm of a martial arts master.

In Zhao Feng's impression, which elders in the Zhao family are not seven or eighty?

However, when the blue-eyed giant wolf confronted these people, he didn't attack immediately, and seemed to be apprehensive.

The two men and one woman, wearing uniform black-patterned blue shirts, should be members of which force.

Three or four miles apart, Zhao Feng couldn't hear their voices. After all, his ears were far less powerful than his left eye.

At this time, the older young man in the lead said indifferently: "This beast actually understands human nature."

"No challenge."

Another young man said disdainfully.

"give it to me."

The last girl said slightly timidly.

"Okay, Junior Sister Yuan, your actual combat ability is too poor. Now, you have to kill it with one move."

Leading Youth Road.

...

If Zhao Feng could hear their conversation, he would be extremely shocked.

Afterwards, he saw the still young girl walking towards the high-level fierce beast, towards the blue-eyed giant wolf like a colossus.

no hoo~

The blue-eyed giant wolf roared and rushed towards the young girl.

Omg!

Zhao Feng was stunned, and at that moment, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Seeing that this delicate girl may die in the mouth of the blue-eyed giant wolf.

Zhao Feng's left eye suddenly moved to the limit.

In the field of vision, the speed of the world seems to have slowed down more than ten times.

"break!"

The young girl in the field of vision, with a graceful figure dancing and flying, the jade hand slowly stroked, a layer of strange blue light, condensed in the jade hand, transformed into a whirlwind edge, following a wonderful trajectory, in the middle of the head of the blue-headed giant wolf.

puff-

The blue-headed giant wolf Shengbi's skin was cut open with blood grooves several feet deep, and its head exploded instantly, letting out a shrill scream, and fell to the ground dead.

Boom!

The dust and smoke were everywhere, and only the corpse of the blue-headed giant wolf was left, lying in a pool of blood.

Such a scene.

Zhao Feng was shocked on the spot.

His left eye was still beating frequently.

In the pitch-dark space, the light blue spiral halo splits into two, turning into two phantoms: one of them represents the blue-headed giant wolf, and the other represents the young girl.

The two phantoms approached quickly. Among them, the tiny young girl followed a wonderful trajectory, as if to integrate into a certain general trend. With her gestures, it contained incomparable power, and she killed the blue-headed giant wolf with one blow.

The scenes, especially the mysteries of the young girl's actions, were repeatedly practiced in the dark space, and were imprinted in his mind.

Zhao Feng's body is like petrification, his eyes are closed and he doesn't move.

He didn't even know when the few people in the canyon left.

"Junior Sister Yuan, it's your first actual battle, and even though your opponent is weak, that move is not bad."

The headed young man said with a little appreciation.

...

When Zhao Feng opened his eyes.

There was no one in the canyon, only the corpse of the blue-headed giant wolf remained.

Everything before was like a dream.

But if he opened his left eye, in the pitch-dark space, he would repeatedly practice the whole process of killing a high-level beast with one move by a young girl.