After the hundred-win streak, Zhao Feng's popularity in the Heaven Martial Arts Arena had reached a peak.
"Zhao Feng! Zhao Feng … "
Many shouts came from the crowd.
Zhao Feng's rise had attracted the admiration of many young people of his age.
He deserved to be the top outer disciple.
Wherever Zhao Feng passed, the crowd automatically made way for him.
The outer disciples nearby were in awe and even worship.
Even Zhao Kun, who had repeatedly opposed him in the past, lowered his head and dared not have any thoughts.
"When did you provoke such a monster?"
Zhao Qian had a strange expression as he glanced at his brother, Zhao Kun.
How did I know he would become so strong …
Zhao Kun even wanted to cry.
Zhao Feng slowly walked through the crowd, his eyes scanning his surroundings.
At a certain moment, his eyes met the figure of a girl in a white robe.
Zhao Xue's expression was gloomy. She bit her red lips and did not dare to look at Zhao Feng's eyes.
Zhao Feng shook his head. Ever since he entered the Zhao family, he and Zhao Xue had been strangers.
He did not insist on anything. His ambition was to reach the Ninth Level of the Martial Path, the Martial Path Sage Realm, and the boundless continent.
Then, Zhao Feng began to wait for the end of the ranking competition.
The ranking competition was coming to an end. At least the first place had been determined.
This was because apart from Zhao Feng, no one else had ever achieved complete victories. Everyone had more or less been defeated.
As time passed, the rankings of the Ranking Tournament gradually settled down.
First place: Zhao Feng
Second place: Zhao Yufei
Third place: Zhao Yue
Fourth place: Zhao Qian
…
It was not until the ninth place that Zhao Yijian's name appeared.
Because Zhao Yijian had been seriously injured in the confrontation with Zhao Feng, he did not participate in the following battles.
"First place."
Zhao Feng's mind trembled slightly. After confirming the results, he was still a little excited.
Two months ago, he only prayed to be able to participate in the Clan's Martial Meet, even if it was just to show his face in the outer ring's preliminaries.
As for first place, he had never thought about it before.
And the thing that changed all this fate was that mysterious fused eye.
Zhao Feng took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His consciousness entered a pitch-black space.
The pale green spiral halo slowly extended and revolved, mysterious and mysterious.
The spiral halo had already extended to three feet and ninety-nine, and was even about to reach four feet.
Zhao Feng understood that the longer the spiral halo grew, the stronger his left eye would become. As for what form it would evolve into in the future, it was not something he could predict.
When the rankings were announced one by one, the preliminaries finally came to an end.
In a corner of the Heaven Martial Arts Arena.
"There are a few outstanding people among this batch of outer disciples. Especially Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei, they may be able to catch up with Zhao Linlong in the future. "
The one who spoke was a graceful and elegant young lady. She was beautiful and very quiet.
She was the inner disciple who was ranked fourth, Zhao Qin.
Since the start of the Outer Disciples Martial Meet, only Zhao Qin had seen it from start to finish.
"Hehe, it's just a small fight."
A casual voice came from a black robed young man beside her.
The black robed young man and Zhao Qin stood shoulder to shoulder, lazily watching the Sky Martial Field's Outer Disciples Martial Meet.
"I always feel that Zhao Feng is not simple. He was previously hiding his Inner Strength, and even I could not see it. And his light body technique, in the inner disciples, is at least in the top three. "
Zhao Qin had a look of deep thought.
"Do you think he can threaten us? I only have one opponent, and that is Zhao Linlong! "
The black robed young man's voice had a condescending tone.
"Zhao Chi, don't be careless. The third ranked 'Zhao Han' has been in closed door training for the past few months, and I'm afraid he has made a lot of progress."
Zhao Qin smiled mischievously.
"Zhao Han? Why do I remember that he has a cousin called Zhao Yijian? "
The black robed young man's eyes turned and looked at Zhao Feng, who was the focus of the crowd.
Zhao Feng, who was in the crowd, suddenly had an inexplicable feeling, and he turned around to look at a certain direction.
In the corner, stood a quiet girl and a lazy black robed young man.
Zhao Feng recognized the quiet girl. She was ranked fourth, Zhao Qin.
As for the lazy black robed young man …
"Oh my god! It's Zhao Chi! "
"Zhao Chi! He is ranked second in the inner disciples, just below Zhao Linlong! "
Exclamations came from the crowd.
Even some of the inner disciples had fear in their eyes when they looked at Zhao Chi.
From afar, Zhao Feng's eyes met with Zhao Chi's.
The moment their eyes met, Zhao Feng felt an invisible pressure.
This was especially so when his left eye locked onto Zhao Chi. There was a feeling that Zhao Chi was invincible.
Zhao Chi's body was well-proportioned, and he was neither fat nor skinny. His blood and Inner Strength were evenly distributed throughout his body, and he gave off an explosive power.
"Peak of the fourth rank of the Martial Path! His strength is probably even higher than Zhao Qin's. "
Zhao Feng's left eye was extremely sensitive, and he could accurately judge the strength of others.
They were both at the fourth rank of the Martial Path, but Zhao Chi was stronger. A normal third rank of the Martial Path might not even be able to block one move from a quasi martial artist.
"I heard that before Zhao Chi reached the fourth rank of the Martial Path, he was able to defeat a true martial artist with the strength of a half-step martial artist."
"Who would have thought that he would come to the outer disciples' gathering."
The disciples nearby discussed in low voices, talking about Zhao Chi's past glory.
Zhao Chi and Zhao Qin didn't stay, and they left one after the other.
From her reaction, it could be seen that Zhao Qin was sizing up Zhao Feng from time to time.
As for Zhao Chi, he only glanced at Zhao Feng casually, and then looked at Zhao Yufei with interest.
Zhao Feng's emotions fluctuated slightly, but he soon calmed down.
Although he was the top outer disciple, there was still a huge gap between him and some of the top inner disciples.
At least, Zhao Qin, Zhao Chi, and the others were all true martial artists of the fourth rank of the Martial Path, and their martial arts were definitely better than the outer disciples.
When night fell, the outer disciples' gathering finally came to an end.
During the Outer Disciple Martial Meet, the inner disciples had all come to watch.
It was said that second place Zhao Chi and third place Zhao Han had both appeared.
There was only one person who had not shown himself from start to finish.
That person was Zhao Linlong!
One of the four great geniuses of Sun Feather City.
As for this, Zhao Feng had heard the discussions of the disciples on his way back.
"With my current strength, I can easily get first place in the outer disciples' gathering. But if it's the inner disciples … … "
Zhao Feng's face was solemn.
Every inner disciple was the focus of the family.
Looking at the current situation, Zhao Feng could easily get into the top ten, and he even had a chance of getting into the top five.
But if it was the top three, his chances were slim.
Should he fight for first or top three in half a month's time?
Zhao Feng's eyes flickered.
The moment he thought about it, he quickly made a decision.
Fight!
He had to fight!
He clearly remembered the rewards of the family's gathering.
Only the top three disciples would have the chance to choose a "peak ranked martial art".
Peak ranked martial art!
This was the highest ranked martial art in the mortal world.
A peak ranked martial art could be trained to the ninth rank of the Martial Path, and only the legendary Holy ranked martial arts could surpass it.
If Zhao Feng wanted to survive in this world, he had to increase his strength, and a high ranked martial art was a must.
"First, or top three."
After confirming his goal, Zhao Feng slowly walked back home.
When he got home, he found that the courtyard was brightly lit, and there were many people visiting.
His father, Zhao Tianyang, and the Zhao clan were extremely busy.
The usually quiet house was now full of guests.
"Brother Tian Yang, congratulations on having such a good son."
"First in the outer disciples, and he has cultivated inner strength. He will definitely be the focus of the family in the future."
Some of the guests were enthusiastic, and when they saw Zhao Feng return, they praised him.
Zhao Feng frowned slightly, not used to it.
Many of these so-called guests were relatives and neighbors, and they usually looked down on his family, and even had conflicts with them, so their relationship was not good.
But today, these people all came to visit at the same time.
The three members of the Zhao family were busy, and they finally sent these people away.
It was not until late at night that Zhao Feng had time to talk to his parents.
"Inner strength? Half-step martial artist? Feng'Er, you really know how to hide, and gave me a big surprise today. "
Zhao Tianyang's face was red.
During the family's martial gathering, not everyone could enter the Sky Martial Field.
So, Zhao Tianyang could only watch from afar and ask around.
When they found out that their son had won first place, Zhao Feng's parents almost doubted their ears.
"My Feng'Er, when did he become so powerful?"
The Zhao clan was a little suspicious.
Parents knew their child's ability the best.
"Hehe, ever since I was struck by lightning, I feel that my mind has become more sensitive, and cultivating martial arts has become much easier than before …"
Zhao Feng could only give a half-truth and half-lie explanation.
His explanation made sense.
The world was big and full of wonders. Not every legendary person was born with extraordinary talent. This was also related to the opportunities they had after birth.
Furthermore, Zhao Feng's fate changed when he was struck by lightning.
Hearing this explanation, his parents did not doubt him.
That night.
Zhao Feng did not sleep, but closed his eyes and recalled the process of participating in the outer disciples' martial gathering.
In his mind, a few important scenes appeared.
During the outer disciples' martial gathering, Zhao Feng would occasionally use his left eye, and the scenes of the competition, including every detail, seemed to be imprinted in his mind.
This included Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei and other strong opponents.
Other than that, there were also details of Zhao Tianjian, the judge and other martial arts experts' attacks.
Of course, things that exceeded his level were hard to analyze.
Even so, Zhao Feng had benefited a lot. He closed his eyes and assimilated these insights.
At a certain moment, he suddenly turned into a black shadow, broke through the window, and came to a wasteland in the clan.
Ha! Ha! … …
Zhao Feng's eyes were closed, his fists and palms moved without any pattern, including and .
After that, his fists and palms had a style similar to Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yue, Zhao Yufei and other strong opponents.
Hu hu peng — —
Zhao Feng's moves became faster and faster, and in the end, he faintly released his inner strength.
At this time, his consciousness came into contact with the faint green spiraling halo in the pitch black space, from fast to slow, continuously spinning, from three feet nine nine, it continued to extend.
At the last moment, the scene of him being pressured by Zhao Tianjian appeared in his mind.
Bang!
Zhao Feng shouted, his Inner Strength began to circulate in his body. Every time he struck out with his palm, there would be a low hum, the power of his palm increasing.
An hour later, when Zhao Feng was about to be completely exhausted, Zhao Feng suddenly stopped.
Bang ….
Zhao Feng's entire body felt spasms, the inner strength in his body flowed through his blood and limbs, as though it was boiling.
A warm feeling flowed through his entire body.
At the same time, a layer of sweat and dirt flowed out of his body.
"Success!"
A hint of excitement flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes.
In the pitch black space, the faint green spiraling halo had broken through from three feet nine nine to four feet.
At this moment, Zhao Feng's inner strength and physique had reached the fourth rank of the Martial Path.
As he breathed, he could feel the powerful strength in his flesh and blood. With just a thought, the inner strength of martial arts would rush out from his blood and Qi.
"My strength has increased to around five hundred kilograms, and the strength of my inner strength has doubled."
Through his left eye, Zhao Feng saw all the changes in his body, the excitement in his eyes could not be suppressed.
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