The current Feng Yang already had the ability and strictness of a soldier in his actions.
When Gao Zhengyang asked him to clean the cave, he immediately acted without any nonsense.
Before the sky turned dark, he cleaned up the cave.
Sleeping bags, food, water, weapons, and other items were arranged neatly.
When Gao Zhengyang saw this, he was quite satisfied.
Training Feng Yang was also because of Gao Zhengyang's bad taste.
As a social creature, in order to integrate into the group, humans would instinctively obey order.
Feng Yang was also a teenager. Under Gao Zhengyang's harsh training, after more than ten days, he had already achieved great results.
With such an obedient follower to handle all kinds of trivial matters, Gao Zhengyang also saved a lot of trouble.
But Gao Zhengyang also knew that the more obedient Feng Yang was, the more he hated him.
Gao Zhengyang did not care about this. He had killed so many people from Storm Division. Did he still want to be friends with Feng Yang?
Turning hostility into friendship, turning enemies into friends, these words were easy to say.
Especially when the conflict between the two could not be resolved. Thinking of being friends with the other party was purely looking for death.
Gao Zhengyang brought Feng Yang along with him for another purpose.
As for training him to work like a horse, it was just a boring pastime during the journey.
When Feng Yang was busy, Gao Zhengyang would often run off to god knows where.
Although Gao Zhengyang was not here, Feng Yang did not dare to run away. He was extremely respectful towards Gao Zhengyang and felt that he was cunning and unpredictable. How would he dare to try to run away?
However, sometimes, Gao Zhengyang did go hunting. Occasionally, he would bring back a demon beast.
Already deep in this place, Gao Zhengyang also did not dare to start a fire to cook. These few days, the two of them ate raw and cold food.
Luckily, the demon beast's flesh and blood had a thick essence of vitality. A small piece was enough to fill one up. That was why Feng Yang's injuries recovered so quickly.
But Gao Zhengyang was different. He could eat dozens of kilograms of meat in one meal. But after more than ten days, Feng Yang felt that Gao Zhengyang was getting thinner.
In the beginning, Feng Yang was also very surprised. However, he soon got used to it. Anyway, Gao Zhengyang was a monster. It was not surprising that he could eat.
When the sky turned dark, Gao Zhengyang returned empty-handed.
Feng Yang tactfully did not ask anything.
After dinner, Gao Zhengyang said, "Demonstrate the Swift Wind Spell again."
"Yes, sir," Feng Yang replied with a respectful expression.
Feng Yang had obviously matured over the past few days. There was no longer any awkwardness or resentment on his face, only stiff politeness.
It was not easy for a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy to recognize reality so quickly, learn to hide his thoughts, and learn to endure.
If Feng Yang was given a chance, he might really be able to achieve something.
Gao Zhengyang was also surprised by Feng Yang's improvement.
However, it was just potential. It was not a big deal.
Gao Zhengyang's attention was all on the Gale Spell.
After so many days, Feng Yang demonstrated the Gale Spell more than a hundred times.
Different from the Divine Soldier Spell, which started from the outside to the inside, the Gale Spell cultivated the acupoints through breathing, in conjunction with the visualization method.
The breathing method was easy. Gao Zhengyang could observe Feng Yang's cultivation and check it against the secret method.
The visualization method was to imagine some kind of image in one's mind and sense the Qi of Heaven and Earth through this image.
This was the same as when mages visualized gods.
Everything was in Feng Yang's mind. How could Gao Zhengyang know what he was thinking?
A martial artist's Martial Consciousness was condensed through visualization. When the visualized image became stronger, it would finally turn into a substance and become a Martial Spirit.
Feng Yang explained it this way.
This way of saying was similar to Yue Qingxue, but it was different in essence.
The Martial Spirit and Martial Spirit that Yue Qingxue mentioned were the martial artists who understood the profound meaning of martial arts. Only then could they use this as the core to condense the Martial Consciousness and transform it into a powerful Martial Spirit.
The Martial Spirit was of a higher level. The difficulty was also higher.
Feng Yang's Gale Spell was easier to start by visualizing the specific image.
However, what Yue Qingxue said was undoubtedly pointing to the essence of the Martial Spirit.
Her insight and knowledge were worlds apart from Feng Yang.
Therefore, Gao Zhengyang always felt that this visualization method was not reliable.
Moreover, there was no way to verify this visualization method.
Gao Zhengyang was sure that Feng Yang must have mixed the Gale Spell with something fake.
The one that was most likely to have a problem was this visualization method.
Before Gao Zhengyang understood it, he would definitely not cultivate it.
The Gale Spell included sword techniques, movement techniques, and footwork. It was a very comprehensive martial art.
Internal secret methods could be faked, but external movement techniques and sword techniques could not be faked.
He tormented Feng Yang every day. Even if he could not learn the visualization method, he had almost mastered external martial arts such as sword techniques and movement techniques.
It was just that Feng Yang's cultivation was too weak. He had not even learned some high-level secret techniques.
For example, Feng Yuan's last sword. No matter how Gao Zhengyang tormented him, Feng Yang could not use it.
Indeed, without the combination of acupoints and Essence Qi, these sword techniques and movement techniques could only be said to be very ordinary.
Feng Yang was so obedient not only because he was afraid of being beaten up.
It was also because of these ten-odd days of sparring with Gao Zhengyang that he was beaten to the point of crawling on the ground. His confidence was severely damaged. In front of Gao Zhengyang, he did not have any temper at all.
After Feng Yang finished one round of the Gale Spell, Gao Zhengyang stood up and said, "Come, stretch your muscles."
"Yes, Sir."
Although Feng Yang tried his best to show a cold face, the muscles on his face still twitched uncontrollably.
"You are really too weak. You only lost for a few days and you have already lost your fighting spirit?"
Gao Zhengyang clasped his hands behind his back and lectured arrogantly, "As the saying goes, the edge of a treasured sword is sharpened by grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Without going through the wind and rain, how can there be a rainbow? No one can succeed easily! "
Feng Yang had never heard of such inspirational words. Furthermore, he was a youth. He felt his blood boil and could not help but clench his fists tightly.
"That's right. I must not give up. These tribulations are all tempering! "
Feng Yang looked at Gao Zhengyang again and felt that this fellow was more pleasing to the eye. He could not help but think, "Although this fellow deserves to die, his words are very intelligent …"
Seeing Feng Yang charge over with fighting spirit, Gao Zhengyang smiled happily.
Chicken soup for the soul was extremely lethal to those who had never come into contact with it, especially simple and honest youths.
Gao Zhengyang had been poisoned many times when he was young. Now, he finally had a chance to poison others. He felt a sour feeling in his heart.
Before the Azure Tipped Sword stabbed into his heart, Gao Zhengyang stretched out his hand and gently placed his palm on the blade of the sword. He suddenly exerted force.
First soft, then hard. This was the Cloud Hammer Hand of Taiji.
It looked soft, but the force exerted within was fierce and explosive.
The Azure Tipped Sword buzzed and was sent flying high. Gao Zhengyang took a step forward and struck Feng Yang's chest with his palm.
Feng Yang's tall body flew back several meters and rolled on the ground for more than ten times before stopping.
The way Gao Zhengyang exerted force was very special. The powerful palm force spread evenly across the surface of Feng Yang's body. This palm sent him flying far away, but it did not cause much damage to his body.
Even so, Feng Yang's body was still sore and numb. His breathing was obstructed and he could not help but cough a few times.
Gao Zhengyang sighed in disappointment. "After so long, you still can't take one move. You are really too weak … "
Although Feng Yang tried his best to endure, he was still provoked by Gao Zhengyang to the point of bursting with anger. He stood up and roared. He activated three acupoints in his body and charged at Gao Zhengyang.
The moves were different, but the outcome was exactly the same.
It was still one move, and Feng Yang was sent flying by Gao Zhengyang.
Feng Yang continued to gather his fighting spirit. He fought again and flew again.
After being sent flying for more than ten times, all of Feng Yang's fighting spirit and courage were smashed into pieces.
He lay on the ground, panting heavily. He felt sore and numb all over his body, as if all his bones were broken. He could not use any strength at all.
No matter how unwilling he was, no matter how angry he was, Feng Yang could only lie on the ground and look up at Gao Zhengyang.
That small and skinny body was becoming taller and taller in his heart, like a tall mountain that could never be shaken.
Gao Zhengyang sighed in his heart. After probing for so long, Feng Yang probably only had this much ability. Even if he was still hiding something, it did not matter.
He just did not know what abilities the experts of the Storm Division had.
As for the experts of the Storm Division, Gao Zhengyang was looking forward to it.
Like Gao Zhengyang, Feng Yang was also thinking about when the experts of the tribe would arrive.
Following Gao Zhengyang, his body and soul were both tortured.
Sometimes, he really felt that he could not take it anymore. If he had to live like this for the rest of his life, he might as well die.
His only hope now was that the experts of the tribe could come and save him.
It was because of this hope that he could persevere.
Along the way, he left many unique marks of the tribe. As long as the experts of the tribe entered the mountain, they would be able to find them.
Gao Zhengyang headed west, and now they had reached the foot of the main peak of the Black Dragon Ridge.
If the experts of the tribe still did not come, they would have to go deep into the main peak of the Black Dragon Ridge.
Feng Yang was also curious why Gao Zhengyang would come to such a dangerous place. Or maybe he was plotting something.
The majestic main peak of the Black Dragon Ridge reached into the clouds, and was several times taller than the other peaks.
In the continuous mountains, anyone could see the main peak at a glance.
Feng Yang had never been here before, but he could still easily recognize the main peak of the Black Dragon Ridge.
The main peak of the Black Dragon Ridge was located in the depths of the Eastern Barren Mountains, outside the sphere of influence of the human race.
Whether it was the human race or the barbarian race, they were only guests in the mountains of the Great Wilderness.
The real masters of the mountains of the Great Wilderness were all kinds of powerful demon beasts.
With the main peak of the Black Dragon Ridge as the border, heading west, there were more and more demon beasts, and they were getting stronger and stronger.
The human race of the ten tribes of the Eastern Barren had tacitly agreed that the main peak of the Black Dragon Ridge was the border.
When the main peak of the Black Dragon Ridge could be seen clearly, it meant that they had reached the border, and there was no need to go any further.
If not for following Gao Zhengyang, Feng Yang would not have come to such a dangerous place.
Feng Yang only hoped that the experts of the tribe who followed him would be faster.
Fortunately, Gao Zhengyang did not continue tormenting him. In the deep night, Feng Yang slowly closed his eyes, enjoying the most peaceful and relaxed time of the day.
"Roar …"
A loud roar came from somewhere. The deep and penetrating sound made Feng Yang's body shake, and he woke up from his sleep.
The sound seemed to be lingering, and it was still buzzing in Feng Yang's ears. His body also involuntarily trembled along with the resonance of that voice.
"What the hell is this, so terrifying …"
Feng Yang had never encountered such a situation. The sound was clearly far away, but its power was so terrifying. It made him feel inconsolable.
"Tiger roaring in the forest, there really is a rank three White Tiger King …" Gao Zhengyang, who was at the side, muttered to himself with a face full of joy.
Feng Yang did not understand. This demon beast was so powerful, what was there to be happy about?
"Do you know the saying 'sit on top of the mountain and watch the tigers fight'?" Gao Zhengyang smiled and asked Feng Yang.
Feng Yang shook his head blankly. He did not know what Gao Zhengyang was trying to say, but he had a bad feeling.
"It means sitting on the side and watching two tigers fight," Gao Zhengyang explained, "More accurately, watching the experts of your Storm Division fight with the tigers."
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