"Now that I've reached the second rank of the Martial Path, I'm no longer at the bottom of my peers in the Zhao Clan. I have the right to participate in the 'Clan Martial Meet'."
Zhao Feng gradually calmed down from his excitement.
The Martial Path was split into nine ranks, and each rank was more difficult than the last.
Everyone knew that the first to third ranks of the Martial Path were called the "Power Training Rank", and they were called Martial Disciples!
Martial Disciples focused on training their bodies and strengthening their blood and Qi in order to build a good foundation for the higher ranks.
The body was the foundation of all cultivation, so the consolidation of the Power Training Rank would directly affect the later ranks.
Although Martial Disciples were the lowest rank, and could only be considered as the beginning of the Martial Path, the peak of the third rank was not to be underestimated. They would have at least seven to eight hundred pounds of strength, and those who were born with good physiques could have over a thousand pounds of strength, and they could tear apart tigers and leopards with their bare hands.
Now that Zhao Feng had reached the second rank of the Martial Path, he had at least four to five hundred pounds of strength, which was far beyond the range of ordinary people. If he used a powerful martial skill, then even ten ordinary people wouldn't be able to get close to him.
"If I can reach the third rank of the Martial Path, I will have seven to eight hundred pounds of strength, and my strength will at least double."
Zhao Feng thought to himself.
Of course, what he really yearned for was to become a true martial artist above the fourth rank of the Martial Path.
The fourth to sixth ranks of the Martial Path were called the "Qi Accumulation Rank", and they were called Martial Disciples, true Martial Disciples!
Stepping into this rank, not only would a martial artist's physique, strength, and blood greatly increase, but they could also strengthen their organs and comprehend the "Martial Path Inner Strength", which surpassed the range of pure physical attacks. Their strength would increase by leaps and bounds, and they would have all kinds of unimaginable abilities.
Once they became a true Martial Disciple, they would truly break away from the mortal world and become a person above others.
Back in Green Leaf Village, Zhao Feng had already made up his mind to become a true Martial Disciple. Entering the Zhao family made this wish a little closer.
… …
After reaching the second rank of the Martial Path, Zhao Feng immediately told his parents about this news.
Second rank of the Martial Path?
His father, Zhao Tianyang, and his mother, Zhao clan, were both shocked, but they immediately let out a sigh of relief.
For Zhao Feng to be able to break through to the second rank of the Martial Path at this age without any external help, it could be seen that his talent was better than most people.
"Next, you have to do your best to prepare for the Clan Martial Meet in two months. You don't need to obtain a good ranking, just don't lose too much face."
Zhao Tianyang revealed a trace of a pleasant smile.
The Zhao clan also looked relieved, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders.
They were satisfied that Zhao Feng could make it this far, so they didn't have high expectations.
However, Zhao Feng's goal was not limited to this. He was determined to become a true martial artist and even reach the peak of martial arts.
"Now that I've reached the second rank of the Martial Path, my position in the clan has increased. I now have the right to enter the first floor of the Martial Arts Library."
In the clan's "Martial Arts Library", there were many cultivation techniques and cultivation manuals.
Thinking of this, Zhao Feng immediately headed to the "Martial Arts Pavilion".
"Brother Feng!"
Along the way, a young girl's surprised voice sounded.
The young girl's voice carried a trace of tenderness, and a sense of familiarity that he hadn't heard for a long time.
Zhao Feng's body slightly stiffened.
From his side, a man and a woman walked over, both of them young.
One of them was a youth in purple, with long straight eyebrows and a straight figure. His eyes contained a sharp intent, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the third rank of the Martial Path, causing the nearby clan disciples to feel a deep sense of pressure.
"He's the third ranked disciple of the clan's outer disciples," Zhao Yijian "!"
Many people in the surroundings cried out in surprise, their faces filled with fear and dread.
Standing next to Zhao Yijian was a young girl in a snow white robe. Her age was the same as Zhao Feng's, around thirteen or fourteen years old. She was beautiful and beautiful, just like a baby beauty.
"Sister Xue."
Zhao Feng looked at the girl in the snow white robe, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously curled up in a mocking smile.
The girl in front of him was "Zhao Xue", who had followed him into the Zhao family half a year ago.
That year in Qingye Town, Zhao Xue worshipped and adored him. But after she entered the Zhao family, they gradually drifted apart, and from then on, they were like strangers.
After Zhao Xue entered the Zhao family, she used her natural beauty to quickly climb up to the third ranked disciple of the outer disciples, Zhao Yijian, and had already reached the second rank of the Martial Path half a month ago.
At this moment, Zhao Xue and Zhao Yijian spoke in a low voice.
"Alright, but don't take too long."
Zhao Yijian nodded his head, and he didn't even bother to look at Zhao Feng.
Zhao Xue walked in front of Zhao Feng and looked at him from a close distance. Her expression was slightly complicated, and she sighed, "Brother Feng, you've finally reached the second rank of the Martial Path. But Xue 'er still has to give you a piece of advice. Don't be too headstrong. When we enter the clan, we will have a low starting point, and it will be hard for us to catch up to those Heavenly Pets … "
"What are you trying to say?"
Zhao Feng interrupted her words, and his expression was slightly cold.
A hint of anger appeared on Zhao Xue's face, and she gritted her teeth, "Brother Feng, this is the last time Xue 'er will give you a piece of advice. Go and express your goodwill to Brother Jian. With his help, you will be able to successfully integrate into the Zhao clan, and avoid any trouble …"
Express my goodwill to him?
Zhao Feng instantly smiled coldly, and didn't say a word. In his life, he had never submitted to anyone.
Zhao Yijian's nature was cold, and he was extremely arrogant. Every time he saw Zhao Feng, he would look down on him with his nose in the air.
Seeing Zhao Feng's expression, Zhao Xue immediately understood. After all, the two of them were practically childhood sweethearts, and she understood Zhao Feng very well.
Zhao Xue walked back to Zhao Yijian's side, and said something in a low voice.
"Hmph! Ungrateful trash. "
Zhao Yijian's cold voice resounded.
"Trash?"
Zhao Feng's eyebrows twitched.
Perhaps seeing Zhao Feng's unwillingness, Zhao Yijian paused, and coldly said, "I heard that you're a genius from Green Leaf Town? But in the Zhao family, you're just a clown! At the Clan's Martial Meet, I only need one move to defeat you. "
"That's exactly what I wanted, see you at the Clan's Martial Meet."
Zhao Feng coldly laughed, and turned around, walking towards the Martial Arts Library.
He didn't want to win with words.
In two months, the Clan's Martial Meet would begin, and at that time, strength would speak.
As she watched Zhao Feng's figure leave, Zhao Xue's beautiful eyes flashed.
At this moment, she felt a sense of unfamiliarity from Zhao Feng. It was an indescribable intuition.
"He really thinks too highly of himself."
Zhao Yijian sneered.
He didn't even consider Zhao Feng as a worthy opponent!
In the outer circle of the Zhao family, there were no less than fifty to sixty disciples who had reached the third rank of the Martial Path. How could he be ranked third amongst these disciples?
Zhao Xue inwardly sighed. Zhao Feng was asking for it!
She was very clear of Zhao Yijian's strength. Some of the outstanding disciples of the third rank of the Martial Path couldn't even withstand a single strike from him.
… …
Soon, Zhao Feng arrived at the clan's most important place - the Martial Arts Library.
The Martial Arts Library was the most important place in the Clan, and was guarded by the Clan Elders.
"Branch Disciple?"
Within the Martial Arts Library, the white-robed Elder looked at Zhao Feng's badge, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Greetings, Elder."
Zhao Feng's face was full of politeness. He was very clear of the Clan Elder's strength.
Through the senses of his left eye, he could feel a mysterious and tyrannical power from the Elder's body. It was a layer of fiery red aura, born from flesh and blood, but also flowing through the meridians of the body. It could even leave the body at any time, injuring people through the air and shattering metal.
Zhao Feng knew that the white-robed Elder had already trained his "Inner Strength" to perfection, and could easily explode with the power of lightning. Even if there were a hundred of him, he could still kill them in an instant.
Usually, only "Martial Artists" of the fourth rank of the Martial Path and above had Inner Strength.
Martial Disciples like Zhao Feng and Zhao Kun couldn't possibly have Inner Strength.
Zhao Feng bowed and said: "Elder, I want to enter the Second Floor, Xuanwu Pavilion."
"It's not bad for you to reach the second rank of the Martial Path at the age of fourteen. However, before becoming an Inner Disciple, Branch Disciples and Main Disciples will be treated differently when entering the Martial Arts Library. "
The white-robed Elder said indifferently.
Hearing this, Zhao Feng was slightly stunned, but when he thought of the new rules of the Zhao family, he immediately understood.
"Elder, please speak."
Zhao Feng understood that before he had absolute strength, he had no right to bargain.
The white-robed Elder said expressionlessly: "Disciples of the second rank of the Martial Path can only enter the first floor of the Martial Arts Library. On the first floor of the Martial Arts Library, there are many low ranked martial arts, and a few middle ranked martial arts. The disciples of the main clan can choose at most two middle ranked martial arts or four low ranked martial arts and take them out to practice for two months. As for the branch clan disciples, they can choose at most one middle ranked martial art or two low ranked martial arts for one month. "
Hearing the rules, Zhao Feng took a deep breath: "I understand."
The rules of the Martial Arts Library had a huge difference in the treatment of main Disciples and branch Disciples.
Whether it was the number of choices or the training time, the branch Disciples could not compare to the main Disciples. The difference was basically two times.
"Good! You can enter now, the training time is half an hour. "
With the white-robed Elder's permission, Zhao Feng slowly stepped into the Martial Arts Library. This was the place he had dreamed of entering …
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