Chapter 22 Rehearsal of the Extreme Wind
Chapter 22 Rehearsal of the Extreme Wind
Chapter 22 Rehearsal of the Extreme Wind
"Ling Feng, you rejected Du Fei's challenge as soon as you came to Feiyan Sect, saying that he is not qualified, so I don't know, am I qualified to challenge you now?" The handsome young man Xu Jun took a step forward to meet Ling Feng's gaze , took the lead in breaking the silence between the three, and asked with a faint smile on his face. 【】Device 3a has no advertisements, full text, more
In the crowd not far away, Du Fei's face flushed instantly when he heard Xu Jun mentioning his bedding again. Although he was very displeased with Xu Jun's words, he could only suppress his dissatisfaction at the moment when he was defeated by Xu Jun in the inner disciple selection competition, and dared not say anything more.
Seeing Xu Jun challenge Ling Feng in public, the eyes of the inner disciples around him lit up, and they couldn't help but get excited.
Of these two people, one is a genius among the new inner disciples, and the other is the second person in the sect within a hundred years after coming to Feiyan Sect. Their strength and talent are beyond doubt. But in the end who is better, it is only through direct competition that the exact result can be obtained.
All inner disciples couldn't help but cast their expectant eyes on Ling Feng. At this moment, as long as Ling Feng nodded in agreement, they would be able to witness a battle between rookies and geniuses and feast their eyes.
However, to everyone's disappointment, facing Xu Jun's challenge, Ling Feng just smiled lightly, then shook his head slowly, and flatly refused, "Sorry, I still have a lot of things to deal with now, and I don't have time to accept your challenge right now." .However, maybe we can meet each other in the New Inner Disciple Ranking Competition five and a half months later, and then we will have a good fight."
Now Ling Feng urgently needs to help "Chi" recover his soul power, and at the same time find out the whereabouts of his mother in the Far East. The strong sense of urgency makes Ling Feng urgently need to improve his strength quickly, so he doesn't want to waste time làng with these so-called geniuses. Disciples are eager to win. 7e7e
"I'm afraid not having time is just an excuse for you. In fact, you are afraid of losing to me, right?" Xu Jun sneered, his tone full of disdain, and he spoke conciliatoryly.
Facing Xu Jun's provocative words, Ling Feng smiled again, shook his head slightly, ignored him, and strode directly through the crowd of onlookers to the outside of Dongsheng Garden.
"Facing my provocation and speaking out so calmly, it seems a bit inconsistent with his age. It seems that Ling Feng is not so sophisticated." Looking at Ling Feng's leaving back, Xu Jun rubbed his chin , a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he said thoughtfully, "It seems that if you want to really compete with him, you can only wait until the ranking competition in five and a half months..."
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In the back mountain of Feiyan Sect, in a flat and extremely wide open valley, Ling Feng, wearing a white robe of a disciple of Feiyan Sect, stood tall.
"The terrain here is good, just suitable for me to practice the martial arts of Fengzhi movement." His eyes slowly scanned the valley, Ling Feng nodded in satisfaction, then moved his feet slightly, squatted slightly, and assumed the posture of raising hands .
"The first style of extreme wind - the wind blows the dust"
Hearing Ling Feng shout loudly, his footsteps hit the ground suddenly, taking advantage of the momentum, his whole body was like a flying swallow taking off, spinning by itself and flying straight up. At the same time as Ling Feng's figure rose, a gust of wind suddenly came from around his body, rolling up the loess on the ground, forming a cloud of yellow dust, which floated into the air.
What is strange is that although Ling Feng is in the center of the yellow dust and is very close to the floating yellow dust, there is not even a speck of yellow dust on his snow-white robe.
As Ling Feng rotated faster and faster, more and more yellow dust around him was rolled up, forming a yellow energy storm around Ling Feng's body, from which bursts of howling sound continued, and Ling Feng Feng's figure was completely hidden in the floating yellow dust from the original looming figure.
If someone wanted to attack Ling Feng at this moment, facing the sky full of yellow dust, it would be like a tiger eating the sky, and it would be impossible to catch Ling Feng's figure, let alone where to start.
Suddenly, Ling Feng, who was spinning rapidly, stopped, and the yellow dust without the traction of Ling Feng's true energy immediately scattered from around Ling Feng's body, fluttered and fell to the ground, and piled up the place where Ling Feng was standing. A small mound was formed.
Floating down from mid-air, it landed gently next to the small mound that had just been formed. Ling Feng looked down at the small mound under his feet, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he said happily, "It turns out that the dance of the wind is just the movement of the wind." Although the names of each of the two styles are the same, the "dust" of the first style "Wind and Dust" is not only the momentum formed by the rapid body shape, but also the formation of formations. Disturb the enemy's vision, avoid the enemy's attack, and at the same time, under the cover of Huang Chen, he can unexpectedly kill from any position in it, catching the enemy by surprise. up"
As soon as Ling Feng finished speaking, the white robe on his body automatically stuck to Ling Feng's body without any wind, and a strand of blue silk that originally covered Ling Feng's forehead also floated to one side. Then Ling Feng moved half a step to the right with his right foot, a glint of light flashed in his dark eyes, his whole body moved like a rabbit, and he galloped quickly in the empty valley with strange steps...
At the same time Ling Feng was practicing the ultimate wind technique in the valley, behind a big tree on one side of the valley, a pair of almond eyes were shining with excitement, staring intently at the flying swallow-like bird in the valley. Flashing, tossing and turning white figure.
The person who peeked at Ling Feng's cultivation was none other than Lian'er, the young girl who was in charge of his daily life.
At this moment, after seeing Ling Feng's extreme wind, Lian'er's small pink mouth opened into an O shape involuntarily, and she exclaimed, "Is this the extreme wind martial skill? It's too mysterious, too That's amazing. Compared with this set of martial arts, the martial arts of Wind Dance that I cultivated is simply a thousand miles away. If I can learn this set of martial arts, then when I face the enemy in the future, I will be more sure of victory."
When Lian'er was watching with excitement, Ling Feng, who was practicing in the valley, suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked at Lian'er's hiding place, a trace of anger flashed in the dark starry eyes, loudly He yelled, "Who is sneaky and dares to peek at me practicing kung fu?"
Before the words fell, Ling Feng rushed over like a sharp arrow that had been leaving the string like lightning.
"Ah, did Senior Brother Ling find out?" Seeing that Ling Feng was about to rush to her side in the blink of an eye, Lian'er was startled, and immediately turned pale with fright, and panicked.
Just when Lian'er was hesitating whether to take the initiative to stand up, Ling Feng's white figure flew past Lian'er, and then landed not far behind Lian'er.
"Could it be that the speed is too fast, Brother Ling rushed over?" Seeing Ling Feng rushing behind her, Lian'er's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and she couldn't help turning her head to look behind her.
With a glance, Lian'er found that where Ling Feng was standing now, a figure was running away in a panic. Looking at the tall figure fleeing in a panic, Lian'er opened her mouth slightly, and murmured, "Look at that figure, it seems to be Du Fei, Senior Brother Du"
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