"Ninety-nine?"
Zhao Feng's lips curled into a smile: "I'm really looking forward to this year's Clan Martial Meet …"
To be able to enter the top one hundred of the clan's disciples, one could already be considered as one of the elites of the same age.
After all, there were thousands of disciples between the ages of twelve to eighteen, and there were at least four to five hundred people participating.
If it was the Zhao Feng of the past, he would be at the bottom of the pile. It was basically impossible for him to enter the top one hundred.
"There's still twenty days until the Clan Martial Meet, I need to make the best use of my time …"
After Zhao Feng finished his registration, he immediately went home and prepared.
The time for the Clan Martial Meet was getting closer and closer.
The entire "Zhao family" disciples were immersed in a strong training atmosphere.
Many of the Zhao Clan disciples, under this pressure, made breakthroughs and improvements …
And this was also the result that the higher ups of the Zhao Clan wanted.
After Zhao Feng returned, other than consolidating his Inner Strength, he did not neglect his Angry Dragon Fists training.
Up until now, Angry Dragon Fists was Zhao Feng's strongest attack type martial art.
Half a month ago, Zhao Feng had already trained Angry Dragon Fists to the large success stage.
Now, he had unknowingly trained this fist technique to the peak stage!
The peak stage represented ninety percent mastery, and its power was more than half of the large success stage.
Up until now, Zhao Feng had not heard of any outer disciple who had trained a middle ranked martial art to the peak stage.
At this time, there was still half a month until the Clan Martial Meet.
Time was getting shorter and shorter.
Zhao Feng put more of his energy into training, and the focus was still on the Air Crossing Breathing Technique, which focused on the training of "Inner Strength".
In order to consolidate his Inner Strength, Zhao Feng also used the most precious three hundred year old blood ginseng in his hands.
Because he had condensed his Inner Strength in advance, Zhao Feng's progress was also extremely fast, and he tempered his body's strength faster than others.
Three days before the Clan Martial Meet, Zhao Feng broke through to the peak of the third rank, and was only half a step away from the peak of the third rank.
Hu …
Zhao Feng heaved a long sigh.
At this moment, he had raised every aspect of his body to its limit.
"There are still three days left. I wonder if I can break through to the fourth stage of the Martial Path."
Zhao Feng muttered to himself.
It was said that Zhao Linlong, the number one disciple of the family, had already broken through to the fourth rank of the Martial Path two years ago and became a true martial artist.
For the next two days, Zhao Feng tried to break through to the fourth rank of the Martial Path, but he failed every time.
This was within his expectations.
"My Martial Path Inner Strength is slightly weaker than the fourth rank of the Martial Path, and my body is also lacking."
Zhao Feng soon found the reason.
The first three grades of the Martial Path were the foundation of cultivation. If one's foundation was unstable, it would affect their future cultivation.
In the past two months, Zhao Feng had broken through again and again, but his foundation was still unstable.
In view of this, Zhao Feng did not force it. He seized the time to cultivate and improve his state.
Time flew by.
The last day before the Clan Martial Meet.
"The Clan Martial Meet is starting tomorrow!"
Zhao Feng took a deep breath and slowly opened his palm. A faint green aura lightly whistled, like a sharp wind.
With Martial Path Inner Strength, he could instantly kill a normal third rank of the Martial Path.
Now, he was no longer a quasi martial artist, but a half-step martial artist!
With the strength of a quasi martial artist, he could easily defeat a normal third rank of the Martial Path in one or two moves. He could even pose a threat to fierce beasts like the Tiger King.
However, if he became a "half-step martial artist", it could be said that he had half a foot in the door of a martial artist, and his strength would be even higher.
With Zhao Feng's current strength, he could even fight against the Tiger King.
The biggest difference between him and a martial artist was not Martial Path Inner Strength, but the lack of physical strength.
Late at night.
In the courtyard of a certain building in the Zhao Clan.
Clang!
A cold sword light broke out of its sheath and turned into a cold stream in the air, causing the surrounding air to be piercingly cold.
The owner of the sword light was a purple clothed youth with straight eyebrows. The power of his sword had reached a terrifying level.
A casual swing of his sword was comparable to Xin Fei's Wind Splitting Slash. It could easily cut down a tree that required two people to wrap their arms around. A normal third rank Martial Disciple would not be able to block it at all.
"Jian 'er, not bad! You have already trained the high-ranked martial art "Cold Flowing Sword" to great success. Looking at the outer disciples of the Zhao Clan, you are probably the only one who has trained a high-ranked martial art to great success. "
A middle-aged martial artist said with a smile.
The purple clothed youth who was training with the sword was one of the top three outer disciples of the Zhao Clan, "Zhao Yijian".
"Looks like the first position of the outer disciples will change. And that 'clown' Zhao Feng, I will definitely make him lose face! "
Zhao Yijian's gaze was as cold as a sword.
Especially when he mentioned "Zhao Feng", the sword in his hand instantly slashed out four to five cold streams of sword light. Even a true martial artist would be moved by this level of power.
"Jian 'er, don't limit your vision to the outer disciples of the Zhao Clan." The middle-aged martial artist shook his head. "Your real opponents are the inner disciples! With your current strength, it won't be a problem for you to fight your way into the top twenty. If you can fight your way into the top ten, then I will really gain face. "
"Yes, father! I have at least a seventy percent chance of fighting my way into the top ten. "
Zhao Yijian's battle intent was sonorous and full of confidence.
… …
In the Zhao Clan, in another exquisite building, the lights flickered.
"Yufei, the preliminaries of the Zhao Clan will start tomorrow. How confident are you?"
An old man with a broken arm said with a smile.
"Don't worry grandfather, I have absolute confidence. No one in the outer disciples of the Zhao Clan is my opponent. "
Zhao Yufei's elegant and beautiful face blushed under the light, so beautiful that it was suffocating.
"The only one you have to be careful of in the outer disciples of the Zhao Clan is' Zhao Yijian '. As for Zhao Yue, his specialty is his defense, so he shouldn't be a threat to you. "
The old man with a broken arm analyzed.
"Zhao Yijian? Maybe. "
Zhao Yufei didn't comment.
As a genius, there was no one in the outer disciples of the Zhao Clan that could enter her sight.
But for some reason, the figure of a youth that stood tall and indifferent appeared in her mind.
That person, even among the outer disciples, couldn't be ranked in the top ten …
"Also, if you fight your way into the finals and meet the first ranked 'Zhao Linlong', don't try to be brave. He is indeed second to none in the younger generation of the Zhao Clan."
The old man with a broken arm reminded.
… …
At the same time.
In the courtyard of a luxurious and tall building.
"Qian 'er, Kun' er, in this year's Clan Martial Meet, you have to work hard and perform well. Especially Qian 'er, your strength has already reached the level of a quasi martial artist, you have to fight your way into the top ten of the Martial Meet. "
A masculine and domineering voice sounded.
"Yes! Father! With my current strength, even Yue Zhao who's ranked number one in the outer disciples isn't a match for me. "
Zhao Qian's expression was calm and indifferent.
Zhao Kun, who was beside him, slightly clenched his teeth and said to himself, "Zhao Feng! Now that I have broken through to the third rank of the Martial Path, and the 《Thirteen Changes of the Poisonous Snake》 has reached the sixth change, I will definitely not let you have an easy time in the Clan Martial Meet! "
The Clan Martial Meet that was about to begin shook the entire Zhao family.
Even some of the higher ups of the Zhao Clan, including the elders, were secretly looking forward to it.
On the eve of the Martial Meet, countless disciples of the Zhao Clan were rubbing their fists.
Everyone was waiting for tomorrow, for the chance to become a carp that leaped over the dragon's gate.
… …
The morning of the second day.
The sky was just beginning to show the white of a fish's belly.
On the Clan's important "Sky Martial Field", a group of people gradually gathered. Most of them were disciples of the Zhao Clan, as well as some of the higher ups of the Zhao Clan.
The top three outer disciples, Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, and the others, all rushed over.
Zhao Feng was also among them.
This was the first time he had entered the Clan's "Sky Martial Field".
Zhao Feng looked around. There were ten stages in the Sky Martial Field, and each one was a hundred meters in diameter, and made of extremely hard granite.
As time passed, more and more disciples of the Zhao Clan gathered. The majority of them were outer disciples, and there were a few hundred of them.
As for the inner disciples, there weren't many of them.
Zhao Feng didn't find it strange, because the Clan Martial Meet would first have a "Preliminary Competition".
The so called "Preliminary Competition" was a competition. First, the outer disciples of the Zhao Clan would have a competition to choose the fifty spots for the overall competition. Then, they would compete against the fifty inner disciples of the Zhao Clan.
The purpose of this was to eliminate the weaker disciples of the outer disciples, and pick out the elites.
The inner disciples had participated in the Clan Martial Meet in the past, and they were listed in the top fifty of the overall competition.
Therefore, the inner disciples didn't need to participate in the Preliminary Competition, and only needed to wait for the overall competition half a month later.
After waiting for a long time, some inner disciples gradually appeared, and there were around twenty of them.
These inner disciples looked at the outer disciples of the Sky Martial Field with interest.
"Tsk, tsk, there are a few people among this year's outer disciples. I wonder how many inner disciples of the previous years will be eliminated."
"I think only the top three have some hope."
Tens of inner disciples discussed in low voices.
"Look! The fourth ranked inner disciple 'Zhao Qin' has arrived. "
The crowd went into an uproar, and then fell into silence.
Among the inner disciples, the focus of everyone's attention was a graceful and elegant young girl. She was beautiful and very quiet.
She was Zhao Qin, ranked fourth among the inner disciples.
Zhao Feng circulated his left eye, and he could feel a surge of Inner Strength from this girl. It was stronger than his own, and even more so in terms of quantity.
"Martial Warrior Realm …. This Zhao Qin's cultivation is at the fourth rank of the Martial Path!"
Zhao Feng took in a cold breath.
He had already expected that the inner disciples of the family would all have high cultivation, and seeing them today, they were even more terrifying than he had expected.
If the fourth ranked Zhao Qin was already this strong, then how strong would the first ranked Zhao Linlong be?
"I heard that 'Zhao Qin's' strength is only below 'Zhao Linlong', and is on the same level as Zhao Han and Zhao Chi. They belong to the first tier below the four great geniuses of Sun Feather City."
"The first ranked Zhao Linlong, the second ranked Zhao Chi, the third ranked Zhao Han …. None of them are here!"
The first ranked outer disciple 'Zhao Yue' had a solemn expression, and his expression was slightly ugly.
It was obvious that the top three inner disciples didn't care about the outer disciples' competition at all.
Their strength and rankings were so strong that they couldn't be shaken.
Maybe they would only be seen in the overall competition.
Half an hour later.
A loud voice rang out: "The Family Sparring is about to begin! Today's competition is for the outer disciples, and the top fifty will be chosen from the five hundred and twenty-two people. "
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