"The effect of the blood ginseng is so good."
Zhao Feng couldn't believe it.
He had thought that even with the help of the two hundred year old blood ginseng, he would need at least two to three days to reach the third rank of the Martial Path.
Zhao Feng thought that if everyone who used the blood ginseng had such a good effect, then martial artists above the fourth rank of the Martial Path wouldn't be so valuable.
In the final analysis, he could think of three reasons:
First, he had never used such precious medicine before, so he absorbed the blood ginseng's effect very quickly.
Second, the Air Pushing Breathing Technique had reached the third level, which made Zhao Feng's blood stronger than a normal third rank of the Martial Path when he was only at the second rank of the Martial Path.
Third, after merging with the mysterious eye, Zhao Feng felt that his body was slowly changing, as if he was being "transformed".
After successfully reaching the third rank of the Martial Path, Zhao Feng slowly calmed down after a short period of joy.
After all, in the Zhao family, breaking through to the third rank of the Martial Path at his age could only be considered outstanding, but not a true genius.
For example, the genius "Zhao Yufei", who was also from the branch family, had reached the peak of the third rank of the Martial Path two months ago. She even had the aura of "Martial Path Inner Strength" in her body, which made her a quasi-martial artist.
"With my current strength, I should be able to fight with people like Xin Fei and Zhao Yijian, but I don't have the confidence to win."
Zhao Feng calmly evaluated.
After all, people like Xin Fei and Zhao Yijian all practiced high-ranked martial arts, and they were at least at the initial level. They were definitely not half-baked martial artists like Zhao Kun.
In the next two days, Zhao Feng consolidated his cultivation in the inn.
When he practiced the Air Pushing Breathing Technique, he found that when the blood in his body moved, there was a faint humming sound.
Zhao Feng used his left eye and found that there was a faint green and red aura in his body.
"The Air Pushing Breathing Technique is close to the peak of the third level. My blood is no weaker than the peak of the third rank of the Martial Path, and can even be compared to quasi-martial artists like Zhao Yufei and Xin Fei."
Zhao Feng was overjoyed.
Once the [Air Pushing Formula] reached the third level of perfection, he would be able to try to comprehend and cultivate inner strength.
And to reach this level, an average martial artist at the peak of the third rank of the Martial Path wouldn't be able to do so.
After stabilizing his realm, Zhao Feng left the inn and prepared to return to the Zhao Clan.
As for the other two blood ginsengs, he did not plan to consume them for the time being.
Just as Zhao Feng walked out of the inn, the eyes of a beggar in tattered hemp clothes nearby lit up. He turned around and ran away.
"Uncle Xin, he's out!"
The beggar walked to a nearby restaurant and asked a youth in light armor in front of him.
"Alright, here's your silver."
A hint of coldness appeared at the corner of the youth's mouth.
…
Zhao Feng left the inn and walked a few miles into a remote alley. Suddenly, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh —
Two or three figures leaped onto roofs and vaulted over walls, chasing after him from behind.
Who is it?
Zhao Feng stopped and quickly turned around.
"Kid! If you want to leave, then leave behind ten thousand silver! "
The three Xin family disciples surrounded Zhao Feng in a triangle formation.
The one who spoke was a youth in light armor.
Xin Gang!
Zhao Feng's expression turned cold as he recognized the youth in light armor.
The three Xin family disciples were all at the third rank of the Martial Path. Xin Gang's cultivation was the highest, at the peak of the third rank.
"Ten thousand silver? With just the three of you? "
Zhao Feng said calmly as he stood with his hands behind his back.
He had spent almost ten thousand silver in Sun Feather City, and now he only had ten thousand left. It was obvious that these people had planned this.
"Kid, don't be arrogant! Last time, I was injured, and you won by luck. Today, the three of us will take back what we lost in the Sky Cloud Forest. "
Xin Gang said with a dark face.
"Hmph … … That day when we fought against the Tiger King, we lost a disciple of the Xin family. You want to take sixty percent of the profits, aren't you afraid of being choked to death?"
One of the Xin family disciples said with greed and unwillingness in his eyes.
"Cut the crap! Take him down quickly before there are more problems. "
The Xin family disciple on the left yelled and kicked out with a powerful gust of wind.
In an instant, Xin Gang and the other two Xin family disciples attacked Zhao Feng.
"Hehe, a bunch of useless people."
Zhao Feng laughed lightly and with a 'Teng', he leapt six or seven meters into the air and landed on the wall of a nearby building.
Casually, he dodged the frenzied attacks of the three people.
"Don't let him get away!"
Xin Gang roared and jumped towards Zhao Feng.
"Run?"
Zhao Feng's face was full of mockery as he circulated the Air Pushing Breathing Technique and used Lightly Floating Ferry. His body turned into a blur as he flew over the wall.
Not good!
Xin Gang was shocked as he felt a suffocating pressure coming from his side.
Bang — —
Xin Gang's body was in midair, he barely managed to receive the punch. Then, he felt a huge force like a raging dragon charging at him, and his body was instantly sent flying.
Wah!
Xin Gang spat out a mouthful of blood in midair as his body hit the stone wall and broke a few tiles.
"This kid's strength has probably reached the Prospective Martial Artist level. I can't even take one hit from him."
Xin Gang almost fainted as he quickly reminded his companions, "Xin Yu, Xin Chen, be careful — —"
However, before he could warn his companions, another scream came from his side.
"Ah … …"
Another Xin family disciple was sent flying five to six meters and his bones were fractured.
"Run!"
The last Xin family disciple was scared out of his wits and ran.
However, just as he took a few steps, he felt the wind behind him.
Bang!
He didn't even have time to react before he fainted … …
In terms of speed, Zhao Feng was faster than a Martial Disciple of the third rank of the Martial Path. He was even faster than a Martial Disciple of the fourth rank of the Martial Path.
"I'll let you go this time. If you mess with me again, I won't let you off so easily!"
Zhao Feng coldly glanced at Xin Gang and leaped away like a feather.
"What frightening strength, and that frightening speed …"
The youth next to Xin Gang was completely dumbfounded.
"This Zhao Feng just reached the third rank of the Martial Path and he already has the strength of a Prospective Martial Artist."
Xin Gang took a deep breath as fear lingered in his heart.
At this moment, Zhao Feng's strength was definitely on par with Xin Fei's.
After sending Xin Gang and the others away, Zhao Feng returned to the Zhao Clan's territory.
As he entered the outer area of the clan, some familiar Zhao Clan disciples looked at Zhao Feng in surprise.
"When did Zhao Feng reach the third rank of the Martial Path?"
The outer disciples were shocked by Zhao Feng's strength.
Twenty days ago, Zhao Feng was still a Martial Disciple of the first rank of the Martial Path.
"Yesterday, I heard that this kid got lucky in the Sky Cloud Forest and killed the Tiger King with the Xin family disciples. He took advantage of the situation and got half of the benefits."
Some of the Zhao Clan disciples said.
"A fierce beast is worth twenty to thirty thousand taels of silver. This kid must have bought some precious herbs to increase his cultivation by leaps and bounds."
"What's so great about using external help to increase his cultivation? Usually, people like this are weak in battle. "
… …
Some of the Zhao Clan disciples were either envious, disdainful, or disdainful.
Zhao Feng's lips curled into a smile. He didn't expect that the news of him killing the Tiger King would spread so quickly.
Ignoring these people, Zhao Feng walked forward.
After a while.
Zhao Feng returned home.
The first thing he saw was his mother, Zhao clan disciples, sewing clothes.
"Dad, mom, here's a thousand taels of silver."
Zhao Feng walked into the room and placed a stack of bills on the table.
"Silver? A thousand taels of silver? "
Zhao clan disciples' eyes widened as they picked up the bills on the table.
Not to mention, his father, Zhao Tianyang, also walked over with a face full of shock.
"A thousand taels of silver? Where did you get so much money?"
Zhao Tianyang said in shock.
Especially when he found out that his son's cultivation had reached the third rank of the Martial Path. His eyes flashed with surprise.
"It's like this … …"
Zhao Feng then told her what he had experienced in the Sky Cloud Forest.
After hearing his son's story, Zhao Tianyang and Zhao clan disciples looked at each other. Apart from surprise, there was also doubt in their eyes.
After all, Zhao Feng didn't have such a shocking performance in the past.
However, as parents, who didn't want their children to be outstanding?
Returning to the room.
Zhao Feng sat cross legged as he looked around at the broken house and yard, murmuring: "There's still a month left until the Family Sparring Competition. If I become an inner disciple … … My parents' status and treatment will also increase. "
Closing his eyes, Zhao Feng's consciousness merged into his left eye.
In the pitch black space, the light green halo extended to three feet.
When Zhao Feng was at the first rank of the Martial Path, the light green halo was one foot long, and the second rank was two feet long.
Now that he had reached the third rank, it was three feet long.
As the halo grew longer, Zhao Feng felt that the power of his left eye had greatly increased. He could now see everything within a ten mile radius, and his reaction speed and mental energy had also become stronger.
Thinking about this, he started to 'decipher' the later parts of Lightly Floating Ferry.
After reaching the third rank of the Martial Path, Zhao Feng's left eye's power had increased, and his deciphering speed had increased.
More and more parts of Lightly Floating Ferry were deciphered.
One-third … one-fourth … one-fifth …
His progress was fast!
Late at night.
When Zhao Feng was completely exhausted, Lightly Floating Ferry was about to be completely deciphered.
At this moment.
Zhao Feng held his breath as he read the rest of the information.
"This Lightness Body Technique is actually …"
Suddenly, his eyes shone with a strange light, which was quickly replaced by joy!
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