Otherworldly Refinement

However, under Ling Yunfeng's stalking, Xiaotian also became a little impatient, so he gave Fenglei's body to him. This made Ling Yunfeng secretly happy for a long time, and he couldn't help but lewdly said in his heart: "It seems that the thick-skinned It’s also an extraordinary skill.”

Ling Yunfeng thought about it, his current martial skill only has one move, the Breaking Mountain Fist, and if counting the Miehun Lingyin Seal, there are only two.

The soul-killing spirit seal is a means of soul attack. Xiaotian estimates that this level is at least equivalent to the mysterious soul skills in this world, and it will definitely become one of his trump cards.

However, according to Xiaotian's estimation, the Poshanquan should only be equivalent to the Huang-rank martial arts in this world. For some ordinary people, the level is quite high. It's strange to have high-level martial arts skills, and the one who suffers from fighting against others is definitely himself.

Although almost everyone now thinks that he is dead, although his situation is much safer, it is impossible for him not to go back forever. Once his appearance is known to the Xiao family, he will definitely attract endless pursuit again.

At this time, Ling Yunfeng always felt that there was an invisible big cover over his head, which might squeeze him down at any time.

Besides, I am now in the boundless mountains, and there are many crises, and more strength is more chance to save my life.

For all these reasons, Ling Yunfeng must quickly improve his own strength, so that he can better deal with some situations and protect his relatives around him.

But now the best and fastest way to improve strength is to practice some high-level martial arts.

From Xiaotian's mouth, Ling Yunfeng learned that the power of this Fenglei Fist was much stronger than he imagined.

It is said that this Wind and Thunder Fist was one of Xiaotian's biggest unique moves back then, relying on this Wind and Thunder Fist, Xiaotian had almost no opponents at the same level of cultivation.

This Fengleiquan has a total of three styles, the first style is the Fengleizhen that Ling Yunfeng just performed, the second style is called Fengleidong, its power is more than ten times that of the first style, and the third style is called Fenglei Kill, and its power is even greater. The second formula is hundreds of times.

However, although the power of Fenglei Fist is powerful, it is extremely difficult to cultivate. Even Xiaotian only practiced the second style of Fenglei Fist, Fengleidong.

Based on the set of yellow-rank martial arts and exercises that Xiaotian obtained in the Four-Winged Qingluan Cave some time ago, it can be judged that the first form of this Fenglei Fist may be comparable to the advanced Xuan-rank martial arts in this world. .

As for the level of Fengleidong and Fengleisha, they are even higher. As for the martial arts equivalent to that level in this world, Xiaotian didn't say anything.

But Ling Yunfeng can roughly guess it. Even the first form of Fengleizhen is so high. Needless to say, the levels of the second and third forms are higher than the first form, at least equivalent to this world. Martial skills at the earth level, or even higher.

Thinking of this, Ling Yunfeng couldn't help feeling a little excited and excited, but he was also a little helpless, because Xiaotian said that his strength at this time was too low to be suitable for practicing Fengleidong and Fengleisha, so he resolutely refused to give it to him.

However, Ling Yunfeng felt relieved after thinking about it. At this time, he didn't need to be in a hurry to get the second and third moves of Fenglei Fist. After the first form is successfully practiced, it is not too late to practice the second and third forms. Anyway, the Fenglei Fist is with Xiaotian, and I am afraid that I will lose it.

However, the first form of Fengleiquan, Fengleizhen, didn't seem to be as easy to practice as Ling Yunfeng imagined.

At this time, it was his No. 12 attempt to activate Fengleizhen, but obviously, he still failed this time, which shows how difficult it is to cultivate Fengleizhen.

However, Ling Yunfeng is obviously not someone who would give up so easily, regardless of past life or present life, what Ling Yunfeng lacks most is never perseverance.

After swearing fiercely a few times, the martial energy from Ling Yunfeng's whole body surged out again, pouring it into his hands, his handprints fluttered, and quickly condensed a bluish-white fistprint on his fist, which was shining with a bluish-white electric light, towards the person in front of him. The boulder bombarded the past.

"Hey!" The fist print hit the boulder without making much noise. The boulder still trembled half-dead for a few times before returning to calm.

"Damn! I don't believe it anymore! Come again."

"laugh!"

"Brother fucked you!"

In the valley, Ling Yunfeng shouted again and again, after half an hour, the voice gradually became quieter, Ling Yunfeng's face became pale, his martial energy had already been exhausted, he collapsed on the ground collapsed, panting heavily gruff.

"This Fengleiquan is really fucking hard to practice!" Ling Yunfeng cursed, this Fengleiquan is much more difficult to practice than that Poshanquan, it seems that every level of this martial skill is different, the difficulty of cultivation is even more difficult on many.

After throwing a Huiyuan Pill into his mouth, Ling Yunfeng got up with difficulty, crossed his legs on the spot and adjusted his breath to recover.

Whenever the cultivator is exhausted, the benefits of practicing immediately are the greatest, because at this time, the muscles and muscles of the cultivator's whole body will be more greedy and eager for spiritual energy than ever before, and the muscles and veins in the body will also be the most With plasticity.

The rapidly recovered martial energy can not only warm and nourish the tendons to make them more flexible, but also have the effect of widening the tendons.The width of the tendons determines the flow speed of martial energy, which also means that it determines the speed of the practitioner's moves in battle.

A confrontation between strong men can often decide a person's life or death in an instant, so the speed of this move may only be half a second faster. This time seems extremely short, but it often determines a person's fate.

The Huiyuan Dan melts at the entrance, and under the swallowing and refining of the Tianjue, it turns into a trace of warm martial air, which fills the veins in Ling Yunfeng's body, and finally flows into the sea of ​​​​qi continuously, replenishing the exhausted martial energy .

With the help of Huiyuan Pill, Ling Yunfeng can save a lot of recovery time. Generally, martial arts practitioners don't want to recover after a day or two if they are exhausted, but for Ling Yunfeng who has Tianlian Jue and Huiyuan Pill, as long as Half an hour is enough, which saved most of the time for him who was already pressed for time.

About half an hour later, Ling Yunfeng got up slowly, twisted his body, stretched his waist, and the joints all over his body were crackling, which made him feel a burst of relief.

"Come again!" I felt that the martial energy in my body had recovered almost again, and this martial energy seemed to be much more solidified than before.Ling Yunfeng smiled in satisfaction, and formed a fist mark in his hand again. A crystal clear fist mark slowly formed and wrapped around the fist, emitting a burst of strong bluish-white electric light, and bursts of energy fluctuations leaked out.

After half a sound, the energy of the fist print on the surface of the fist had been condensed to the extreme, Ling Yunfeng no longer suppressed it, and then punched forward fiercely, and the bluish-white fist print wrapped in the fist that shone with electric light suddenly came out of the fist Grabbed out and slammed fiercely towards the boulder pile.

"boom!"

In an instant, the fist print hit the boulder in front of it, and a deep blasting sound resounded in the blue-white electric light. The power of the fist print seemed to be much stronger than before, but it still didn't seem to be shaken. that boulder.

Ling Yunfeng glanced at the boulder that was trembling half-deadly, smiled slightly and shook his head, then continued to wave his arms to try.

In repeated failures and attempts, the sky gradually darkened.Ling Yunfeng dragged his exhausted body back to a temporary cave he found a few days ago, after eating some dry food, he stuffed a Huiyuan Pill into his mouth, and sat on the temporary bed in the cave to adjust his breath.

It was still dark the next day, so Ling Yunfeng continued to practice Fenglei Fist by the pool, and the sound of low-pitched explosions mixed with shouts of cursing reverberated in the valley again.

Until it got dark again, Ling Yunfeng still returned to the cave to adjust his breathing.

Time passed by so slowly, and five days had passed before he knew it. Although Ling Yunfeng hadn't brought out the true power of the Fenglei Fist, he could obviously see that he had made a little bit of progress. The progress is enough to motivate Yunfeng to continue to persevere...

In the Fenglin Adventure Camp, in a rather large courtyard, dozens of men in uniforms were guarding outside a hall with weapons. Looking at the uniforms on these men, they were obviously members of the dark ghost mercenary group.

In the gloomy hall, standing at the top is a gray-robed middle-aged man with a gloomy face. In addition, there are more than a dozen men sitting on both sides of the head. These men have quite powerful auras. .

Among them, a middle-aged man and a bald-headed man were considered acquaintances to Ling Yunfeng. These two were the third regiment leader Zhang Lun and the fourth regiment leader's retinue of the dark ghost mercenary regiment.

It's just that these two people are sitting quietly in the hall at this moment, with their heads down, not daring to make a sound. Obviously, there should be characters they fear in this hall.

At this time, in the center of the hall, three cold corpses were lying quietly on the ground lightly covered with white cloth.

Looking at the three corpses, everyone in the hall remained silent, not daring to make the slightest sound, because they could already sense the cold murderousness emanating from the body of the gray-robed middle-aged man at the head of the hall. meaning.

"Who can tell me what's going on and who killed my son?"

The gray-robed middle-aged man stared at the three corpses in the hall with blood-red eyes, his face was extremely ferocious, his teeth were gritted, and suppressed violent anger and murderous intent came from his mouth in a harsh voice.

"Boom!" The next moment, the gray-robed middle-aged man suddenly swung his palm with a ferocious aura, smashed a table beside him into pieces, and roared frantically: "Whoever dares to kill me, Yu Lin!" My son and brother, I swear I won’t be a human being unless I tear him into pieces.”

In fact, it's not surprising that the gray-robed middle-aged man lost his composure. It's hard not to go crazy if someone's two sons and a brother are killed.

"Tell me, what's going on here?" After a while, the gloomy middle-aged man took a deep breath, suppressed his inner emotions a little, and asked with his cold eyes sweeping over several people in the hall.