Chapter 85 The Wish of the Holy Land Master

"Zhao Feng! What is your problem? It has nothing to do with cultivation. Master collects talents from all over the world, and naturally he loves talents. Do you think Master has any intentions?"

Nangong Fan shouted in surprise with a sullen expression on his face.

Zhao Feng's question also caused Bei Mo and Feng Yinyue to frown slightly.

Indeed, the question Zhao Feng raised was a bit strange. Although it was not a questioning or making things difficult, at least it had nothing to do with martial arts cultivation.

Zhao Feng also immediately realized that this question was a bit off-topic.

"It's the first time someone has asked this question to Ben Hou."

Marquis Guangjun's expression returned to normal, and he glanced at Zhao Feng lightly.

Judging by his height, he would naturally not be annoyed by this, otherwise it would be difficult for him to reach his current height.

Master is really generous.

Nangong Fan and the others breathed a sigh of relief, but Marquis Guangjun did not scold as expected.

After Zhao Feng mentioned it like this, several geniuses in the palace also had some interest.

Several geniuses such as Nangong Fan and Feng Yinyue were all intelligent people with extremely high aptitude. Marquis Guangjun searched for geniuses everywhere and cultivated young geniuses. It could not be pure love for talents, and it should have its purpose.

The Marquis Guangjun slowly got up, stood with his hands behind his back, sighed lightly, his eyes gradually drifted away, and the depths and bounds inside were as if there was a world of heaven and earth, experiencing a story that was unknown to him.

His thoughts drifted farther and farther at that moment, penetrating the time and space of the past.

Zhao Feng's left eye clearly captured the emotional changes in the eyes of Guang Junhou that were difficult for ordinary people to detect.

During that slight sigh, Zhao Feng captured the complex expressions of gloom, helplessness, remorse, tenacity, and hope in his eyes.

As if at that moment of sighing, the Marquis of Guangjun experienced the reincarnation of the four seasons in his life.

"In these years, Ben Hou has been searching for and cultivating young geniuses. Everything is for a 'wish'. It is a 'wish' that I can't do by myself, but can only be fulfilled by the younger geniuses."

Marquis Guangjun sighed in disappointment, and immediately glanced at several geniuses in the hall, especially when it fell on Bei Mo's face, showing a glimmer of hope.

a wish?

A wish that even Marquis Guangjun could not fulfill?

Several talented teenagers in the hall looked at each other, looked at each other, nameless shocked.

Several geniuses, including Bei Mo, were very curious.

It should be noted that the Marquis of Guangjun has already stood at the pinnacle of the force and power of the Xiangyun Kingdom. In this country, there are only a handful of giants who can be on an equal footing with him.

Even in the eyes of some people, Marquis Guangjun is already an invincible myth in Xiangyun Kingdom.

Such a giant, who can do what even he can't do?

"What is the wish of Marquis Guangjun?"

Zhao Feng became more and more curious, and he didn't even believe that there were things the other party couldn't do in this world.

He estimates that the Marquis of Guangjun is mostly a strong person in the sacred realm of martial arts; if he surpasses the master of martial arts, he can be crowned with the title of "master of martial arts".

Therefore, this is equivalent to the wish of a "sacred master".

"You go back first."

Marquis Guangjun sighed, waved his hand, and sat back on the futon, but only Bei Mo, a direct disciple, remained.

"Master, don't worry, the disciple will work hard to help you achieve your wish."

Bei Mo said respectfully.

"If you have this heart, Master will be satisfied. Starting today, I will teach you some unique skills..."

Guangjun Hou smiled reassuringly.

Today, in the Lingwu Hall, ten geniuses participated in the qualification test.

There is no doubt that the aptitude of Feng Yinyue and others has surpassed that of ordinary people, and they are worthy of the name of genius.

However, compared to their direct disciple Bei Mo, their aptitudes are all insignificant.

...

Outside Lingwu Hall.

Several direct disciples of Marquis Guangjun walked out of the hall together.

"Junior Brother Zhao, you are not too timid to ask such a question just now? You must understand that some masters of the ninth level of martial arts will be trembling and flattered in front of their masters."

Nangong Fan said in a tone of senior brother reprimanding junior brother.

Indeed, he entered the division earlier than Zhao Feng, and regardless of his seniority, he was better than Zhao Feng.

"Senior Brother Lao is concerned."

Zhao Feng said calmly.

He had just become the named disciple of Marquis Guangjun. Although he didn't want to offend Nangong Fan, he would never obey him.

Zhao Feng's performance made Nangong Fan slightly unhappy, but it was not easy to attack on the spot, so he had to keep it in his heart.

On the other hand, Zhao Yufei, Bingxue smart and smiling, heard a lot of news from Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan said: "I remind you, Junior Brother Beimo, his aptitude is amazing, and he is the most respected by the master. He seems to be old-fashioned, but in fact he is arrogant and does not allow others to surpass himself in any place. Therefore, you Don't compete with him on weekdays."

Hearing what he said, Zhao Feng felt the same way.

In the Tianwei camp that day, I was better than Bei Mo in terms of memory, and the other party was obviously a little unhappy.

"Excuse me, Senior Brother Nangong, how strong is Bei Mo's aptitude, so that the master values ​​it so much and accepts it as a direct disciple?"

Feng Yinyue's tone was a little awkward.

With his strength as the first genius of the Tianwei Camp, he was completely unqualified to become the direct disciple of the Marquis Guangjun.

Feng Yinyue is also an arrogant and arrogant person. He doesn't believe that anyone in his generation can surpass him in what he can't do by himself.

"Haha, if you saw Junior Brother Beimo's test performance with your own eyes, you wouldn't have made such remarks."

In Nangong Fan's laughter, there was a little sarcasm, but also a trace of jealousy and powerlessness.

"How many laps did Senior Brother Beimo's test at that time reach?"

Zhao Yufei asked curiously.

A few of them can become the registered disciples of the Marquis Guangjun, and they basically have a test performance of about five laps.

"At the time, my test result was five and a half laps..."

There was a trace of memory on Nangong Fan's face, and his mind seemed to return to the moment when he entered the Lingwu Hall with Bei Mo three years ago.

"Five and a half laps? That's over us."

Feng Yinyue was surprised and moved, and the imbalance in her heart suddenly vanished.

Zhao Feng also showed a strange expression. Nangong Fan's aptitude was indeed better than that of the Ten Tianwei youth, and even Feng Yinyue was slightly inferior.

"However, compared with Junior Brother Beimo, my test performance is insignificant. Junior Brother Beimo, the results of the test at that time... approached eight and a half laps!"

Nangong Fan took a deep breath, with deep powerlessness and unwillingness in his eyes, as well as a trace of unconcealed jealousy.

Eight and a half rounds!

Feng Yinyue and Zhao Yufei were dumbfounded.

Zhao Feng's heart trembled slightly, eight and a half circles, this is an unimaginable talent and talent, it can be called a pervert.

It is no wonder that Bei Mo Neng became the direct disciple of the Marquis Guangjun, and received so much attention.

At this moment, several geniuses present truly realized the gap between them and Bei Mo.

After leaving Lingwu Hall, Zhao Feng, Feng Yinyue, and Zhao Yufei returned to the Tianwei Camp.

From that day on, they will leave the Tianwei Camp and settle in Guangling Mansion as disciples of the Marquis of Guangjun.

"Congratulations to the two of you, you have become the disciples of Marquis Guangjun, and you will grow up in the future, but don't forget me, Mr. Huang."

Huang Qi looked envious, and there was a sour taste in his tone.

At this moment, Huang Qi couldn't help sighing, thinking that when he first met Zhao Feng and the two, he didn't take them seriously.

But today, with the push of fortune again and again, a turning point has taken place.

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei have surpassed themselves one after another, and they have successfully worshipped under the sect of the Marquis of Guangjun, surpassing his level.

After rectifying in the Tianwei Camp, the two of Zhao Feng went to say goodbye to the wooden youth.

"Two junior brothers and sisters, we will be in the same division in the future, you can come to me if you need anything."

The dull young man smiled slightly.

"Dare to ask your brother's name?"

Zhao Feng still doesn't know the name of the dumb young man.

"As Guang Junwei, there is only one code name left from now on, 'Sanwei', which is my name. You can call me Senior Brother Sanwei."

The dumb youth is as mysterious as ever.

Zhao Feng and the two were slightly stunned, and got up and said goodbye to the dull young man.

After becoming a disciple of the Marquis of Guangjun, the treatment you will enjoy from now on will far exceed that of most people in Guangling Mansion.

Just that day.

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei stayed in an independent courtyard pavilion in Guangling Mansion respectively, saying goodbye to the dilapidated tents and wooden houses of Tianwei Camp.

The other courtyard pavilion where Zhao Feng stayed, there were two guards at the entrance, all of them were warriors.

"Meet Master Zhao!"

The two guards bowed.

"Meet the master."

There were seven or eight servants and maids under Zhao Feng's name, and they were all respectful.

In the other courtyard, there is a small garden with fragrant fragrance, and the pavilion has three floors, which is luxurious and noble.

"This kind of treatment is even higher than that of the elders of the Zhao clan."

Zhao Feng was speechless.

Half a year ago, he was still a martial artist. Did he ever think that a martial artist-level powerhouse was only his guard?

As a disciple of Marquis Guangjun, he would have 20,000 to 30,000 silver per month alone, and he could also enjoy some free cultivation resources, such as some common treasures, medicinal pills, and body-quenching powder.

After moving into a new courtyard, Zhao Feng took a good bath at night, and then began to practice.

Among them, "Gui Yuan Qi Jue" is his indispensable homework every night.

After running the "Gui Yuan Qi Jue" a few times, Zhao Feng focused on the "Silver Wall Jue" again.

"Silver Wall Art" is the only holy martial art he possesses, which greatly improves his strength.

Zhao Feng recalled what Guangjun Hou said during the day: "...the purpose of the ninth level of martial arts is to strengthen the flesh, bones, and internal organs. The real function of martial arts inner strength is not to kill the enemy, but to strengthen oneself, at this point On, many warriors have gone astray."

It is not difficult to see that what the ninth-level martial arts really focus on is the body and foundation.

This made Zhao Feng make a decision to successfully cultivate the "Silver Wall Art".

Once the "Silver Wall Art" breaks through the tenth floor, the physical body can escape from the mortal and enter the holy realm, and you don't even need to worry about hitting the sacred realm of martial arts.

In the next few days, Zhao Feng concentrated on practicing "Silver Wall Art", supplemented by "Returning Yuan Qi Art", and other martial arts, such as "Pointing Star Fingers", "Smoke Wave Shadowless Step", etc., were all secondary.

However, "Silver Wall Art" is a holy martial art after all. After Zhao Feng broke through the sixth level, the advancement became very slow.

Moreover, the martial arts of the body-refinement type require the most time and hard training, and it is difficult to use tricks. It takes one step at a time.

"Body-refining exercises, with the help of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, as well as external objects such as body-quenching liquid medicine, can speed up the training speed."

Zhao Feng's mind changed.

He couldn't help clearing his belongings, and found that there were 300,000 to 400,000 taels of silver bills in his pocket.

Um? so much.

Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that these silver taels were all obtained from the bandit suppression that day. Among them, just killing the seventh-level bandit leader, he got 200,000 to 300,000 taels of silver notes.