"Zhao Feng! What kind of question is this, it has nothing to do with cultivation. Master is taking in geniuses from all over the world, do you think Master has some ulterior motives? "
Nan Gongfan's face was filled with anger as he yelled.
Zhao Feng's question also made Bei Moi and Feng Hanyue furrow their eyebrows.
Indeed, Zhao Feng's question was a little weird. Although it wasn't a questioning, it had nothing to do with cultivation.
Zhao Feng also realised that this question was a bit off topic.
"This is the first time someone has asked me this question."
Lord Guanjun's expression returned to normal as he glanced at Zhao Feng.
With his magnanimity, he obviously wouldn't get angry over something like this, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to reach his current height.
Master sure is generous.
Nan Gongfan and the others let out a breath of relief, Lord Guanjun didn't reprimand him.
Hearing Zhao Feng's words, the geniuses in the hall were also interested.
Nan Gongfan, Feng Hanyue and the others were all smart geniuses. Lord Guanjun's actions of raising geniuses couldn't be purely out of love, there had to be a reason behind it.
Lord Guanjun slowly stood up with his hands behind his back and sighed lightly. His gaze slowly floated into the distance, as if there was a whole new world in his eyes that no one knew about.
His thoughts drifted further and further away at that moment, passing through the time and space of the past.
Zhao Feng's left eye caught the emotions in Lord Guanjun's eyes.
In that soft sigh, Zhao Feng saw sadness, helplessness, regret, determination, hope, and other complex emotions in his eyes.
It was as if in that moment, Lord Guanjun had gone through the cycle of life.
"These years, I've been searching for and raising geniuses, all for a 'wish'. It's a wish that I can't achieve myself, I can only leave it to the younger generation. "
Lord Guanjun sighed as his gaze swept across the geniuses in the hall, especially when it landed on Bei Moi's face, a hint of hope appeared on his face.
A wish?
A wish that even Lord Guanjun couldn't fulfill?
The geniuses in the hall exchanged glances with one another in utter shock.
The geniuses, including Bei Moi, were extremely curious.
One had to know that Lord Guanjun stood at the peak of the Cloud Country and there weren't many people who could stand on the same level as him.
In some people's eyes, Lord Guanjun was a legend in the Cloud Country.
If such a giant figure couldn't do it, then who else could?
"What is Lord Guanjun's wish?"
Zhao Feng was getting more and more curious. He didn't believe that there was anything in this world that the other party couldn't do.
He estimated that Lord Guanjun was most likely a Holy Martial Path cultivator and if he surpassed Martial Masters, he would be given the title of Martial Grandmaster.
Therefore, it was the wish of a Saint Stage Grandmaster.
"You guys can leave first."
Lord Guanjun sighed as he waved his hands and sat back down, leaving only his core disciple Bei Moi behind.
"Don't worry, Master. Your disciple will work hard to help you achieve your wish."
Bei Moi said respectfully.
"I'm happy that you're willing to help me. From today onwards, I'll teach you some skills … "
Lord Guanjun smiled.
Today, there were ten geniuses in the Spiritual Martial Hall participating in the talent test.
Without a doubt, Feng Hanyue and the others' talent had already surpassed mortals and they were indeed geniuses.
However, compared to his core disciple Bei Moi, their talent was nothing.
… …
Outside the Spiritual Martial Hall.
Lord Guanjun's core disciples walked out of the hall.
"Brother Zhao, you've got guts to ask such a question? You have to understand that even masters in the ninth stage of the Martial Path tremble in fear in front of Master. "
Nan Gongfan said with a tone of a senior scolding a junior.
Indeed, he had entered the sect earlier than Zhao Feng and his cultivation was higher than Zhao Feng and the others.
"Thank you for your concern."
Zhao Feng said calmly.
He had just become Lord Guanjun's outer disciple and although he didn't want to offend Nan Gongfan, he wouldn't listen to him.
Zhao Feng's actions made Nan Gongfan slightly unhappy, but he couldn't do anything about it, so he could only remember it.
On the other hand, it was Zhao Yufei who got a lot of information from Nan Gongfan.
Nan Gongfan said: "Let me remind you that Brother Bei Moi has great talent and Master values him the most. Although he looks old fashioned, he's actually very arrogant and doesn't allow others to beat him in anything. So don't compete with him. "
Hearing him say this, Zhao Feng had the same feeling.
That day in the Sky Guards Battalion, Bei Moi was obviously unhappy that he beat him in memory.
"Senior Brother Nangong, may I ask how great Bei Moi's talent is to be accepted as a direct disciple by master?"
Feng Hanyue said unhappily.
Even though he was the top genius of the Sky Guards Battalion, he didn't have the right to become Lord Guanjun's core disciple.
Feng Hanyue was also a prideful person and he didn't believe that anyone in the same generation could surpass him.
"Haha, if you saw Bei Moi's performance, you wouldn't say this."
Nan Gongfan's laughter had a hint of mockery and jealousy in it.
"How many laps did Brother Bei Moi do?"
Zhao Yufei asked curiously.
In order to become Lord Guanjun's outer disciples, they had to do around five laps.
"My result was five and a half laps …"
Nan Gongfan's face was full of reminiscence as he recalled the time he entered the Spiritual Martial Hall with Bei Moi three years ago.
"Five and a half laps? That's more than us. "
Feng Hanyue's expression changed as the unfairness in his heart disappeared.
Zhao Feng also had a weird expression on his face, Nan Gongfan's talent was indeed better than the Ten Sky Guards and even Feng Hanyue was slightly inferior.
"However, compared to Junior Brother Bei Moi, my performance in the test is insignificant. Brother Bei Moi's result … was eight and a half laps! "
Nan Gongfan took a deep breath. His eyes were filled with helplessness and unwillingness, as well as a trace of jealousy.
Eight and a half laps!
Feng Hanyue and Zhao Yufei were both dumbfounded.
Zhao Feng's heart shook slightly. Eight and a half rings, this was an unimaginable talent that could be called monstrous.
No wonder Bei Moi could become Lord Guanjun's core disciple.
At this moment, the other geniuses realised the difference between them and Bei Moi.
Leaving the Spiritual Martial Hall, Zhao Feng, Feng Hanyue and Zhao Yufei returned to the Sky Guards Battalion.
From today onwards, they would leave the Sky Guards Battalion and enter the Guanjun Palace as Lord Guanjun's disciples.
"Congratulations to the two of you for becoming Lord Guanjun's disciples. Don't forget about me in the future."
Huang Qi's face was filled with envy, and there was a hint of jealousy in his tone.
At this moment, Huang Qi couldn't help but sigh. When he first met Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei, he didn't put them in his eyes at all.
But now, fate had changed again and again under the push of fate.
Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei had both surpassed him and become Lord Guanjun's disciple, surpassing his level.
After settling down in the Sky Guards Battalion, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei went to say goodbye to Third Guard.
"Brothers and sisters, we'll be under the same master in the future, you can find me if you need anything."
Third Guard smiled faintly.
"May I ask for your name?"
Zhao Feng still didn't know Third Guard's name.
"Being a Guanjun Corps member, I only have the code 'Third Guard', that's my name. You can call me Third Guard. "
Third Guard was as mysterious as ever.
Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei were slightly surprised as they bid farewell to Third Guard.
Becoming a disciple of Lord Guanjun meant that the treatment they would receive would be better than most people in the Guanjun Palace.
On the same day.
Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei moved into a building in the Guanjun Palace, saying goodbye to the tattered tents and wooden houses of the Sky Guards Battalion.
There were two guards at the door of the building that Zhao Feng was staying in and they were both Martial Warriors.
"Greetings, young master Zhao!"
The two guards bowed.
"Greetings, master."
There were seven to eight servants under Zhao Feng's name and they were all very respectful.
In the courtyard, there was a small garden that emitted a fragrant scent. The three-story pavilion was luxurious and noble.
"This treatment is even better than the elders of the Zhao Clan."
Zhao Feng clicked his tongue.
Half a year ago, he was still a Martial Disciple. How could he have ever thought that a Martial Disciple would actually be his own guard?
Becoming Lord Guanjun's disciple meant that he would get twenty to thirty thousand silver a month and he could also enjoy some cultivation resources for free, such as pills, pills and body strengthening powder etc.
After moving into the new building, Zhao Feng took a bath at night and started to cultivate.
Returning Breath Technique was one of the things he had to do every night.
Circulating Returning Breath Technique a few times, Zhao Feng then focused on Silver Wall Technique.
Silver Wall Technique was the only Holy martial art he had and it could greatly increase his strength.
Zhao Feng thought back to what Lord Guanjun had said during the day: "… The purpose of the nine ranks of the Martial Path is to strengthen the body, bones and organs. The true use of Inner Strength isn't to kill enemies, but to strengthen the body. Many Martial Warriors have gone astray on this point. "
It wasn't hard to see that the nine ranks of the Martial Path focused on the body and foundation.
This made Zhao Feng even more determined to learn Silver Wall Technique.
Once Silver Wall Technique reached the tenth level, his body would be able to enter the Holy Realm and he wouldn't even need to worry about breaking through to the Holy Realm.
For the next few days, Zhao Feng focused on Silver Wall Technique and Returning Breath Technique. Other martial arts such as Star Finger and Smoking Transparent Step were secondary.
But Silver Wall Technique was a Holy martial art after all, and after Zhao Feng reached the sixth rank, his progress became much slower.
Furthermore, body tempering martial arts required the most time and arduous cultivation. It was difficult to take shortcuts and required one to take one step at a time.
"Body-tempering techniques can speed up one's cultivation speed with the help of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, as well as body-tempering liquids."
Zhao Feng's thoughts turned.
He couldn't help but check his belongings and found that there were three to four hundred thousand silver bills in his pocket.
Hmm? So much.
Zhao Feng was slightly dazed, but he soon realised that these silver bills were from the bandits he had killed that day. Just killing the leader of the seventh rank alone gave him three hundred thousand silver bills.
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