After mastering the "Silver Aura Shield", it could form an omnidirectional protective layer on the surface of the body. Its defensive power was extremely strong, and it could pass through thousands of soldiers and horses. Even when facing thousands of arrows piercing the heart, it could still retreat calmly.
At this level, one could basically ignore human wave tactics.
Of course, although the Silver Air Barrier's defense was strong, it also had a fatal weakness.
It consumed a lot of energy!
Normally, cultivators of the seventh rank could only use the Silver Wall Technique for a dozen breaths. They would only use it at the most critical moment.
However, Zhao Feng's cultivation had reached the peak of the seventh rank, and he also had the Returning Breath Technique, so his Inner Strength was more than double that of others of the same rank.
Therefore, his Silver Air Barrier could last longer. It could last for twenty to thirty breaths.
"Now that my Silver Wall Technique has reached the peak of the seventh level, I can challenge the eighth rank of the Martial Path with just my physical strength. With the Silver Air Barrier, the ninth rank of the Martial Path won't be able to hurt me in a short period of time. "
Zhao Feng evaluated his own strength.
It would be hard for him to meet a worthy opponent under the ninth rank of the Martial Path, unless it was someone like Bei Moi who had trained a few Holy martial arts to a high level.
In the next few days, Zhao Feng focused on consolidating the Silver Wall Technique and absorbing the remaining energy in his body.
As a Saint Grade Body Tempering Art, the Silver Wall Technique had all sorts of profound techniques that were based on the use of one's body.
Four to five days later.
Zhao Feng had absorbed all the energy in his body and had a deeper understanding of the Silver Wall Technique.
At this moment, his Silver Wall Technique had reached the seventh level and was close to the eighth.
"If I use the Golden Body Tempering Powder right now, as long as I can withstand the effects of the medicine, my Silver Wall Technique will definitely reach the eighth level."
Zhao Feng's eyes twinkled.
After thinking for a long time, he didn't do it.
Firstly, the energy of the Golden Body Strengthening Powder was too strong. Even cultivators of the eighth rank of the Martial Path would be crippled if they used it.
The energy of this powder was half a level higher than the Chilling Snow Body Pill and Burning Sun Bone Refining Pill. It was extremely dangerous for Zhao Feng to use it now.
Secondly, if he continued to use external items to refine his body, there would be a negative effect.
Therefore …
Zhao Feng did not immediately consume the Treasure Gold Body Tempering Powder. Instead, he relied on his own strength to slowly cultivate.
He spent the next few days practicing the Silver Wall Technique.
While cultivating, Zhao Feng could also learn the Four Wind Stances and Mysterious Wind Palm in the dimension of his left eye.
After the beast stampede, Zhao Feng's potential was squeezed out once again. Be it the Four Wind Forms or the Mystic Wind Palm, he had made great progress.
As time passed, Zhao Feng fully comprehended the second style of the Four Wind Styles, Tornado Style.
The Tornado Style could increase one's might and create an area of effect impact. It was a clear addition to one's attacks.
When Zhao Feng merged the Tornado Stance into his Star Finger Art, it was comparable to a Saint Grade Offensive Martial Art.
If the Tornado Stance were to be merged with the Profound Wind Palm, it might even surpass ordinary Saint Grade Martial Skills.
Next, Zhao Feng started to comprehend the third style of the Four Wind Stances, Partial Wind Stance.
The Partial Wind Stance was a partial offensive Holy Grade Martial Art, and it was as profound as the Mysterious Wind Palm. It wasn't hard for Zhao Feng to comprehend, but it wasn't easy either.
On this day.
Zhao Feng's understanding of the Partial Wind Stance had reached 30-40%, but he reached a bottleneck and stopped.
He closed his eyes and found that he had comprehended more than half of the Holy Grade Martial Arts.
Mysterious Wind Palm, basic understanding.
Of the Four Wind Stances, third style.
Compared to him, Star Finger was much easier to comprehend.
Zhao Feng only needed to cultivate a bit and his Star Finger had reached the 6th level, which was only one level away from the 7th level.
Zhao Feng was able to comprehend the profoundness of the martial arts because of the mysterious left eye, which greatly increased his mental energy, comprehension, and analysis.
"There's only a month left until the Clan's entrance exam, and my Silver Wall Technique is still a bit away from reaching the 8th level."
Zhao Feng murmured to himself.
Right now, he was focusing on body strengthening skills, cultivation was secondary.
As long as the foundation of the body was strong, the rest of the cultivation would be twice the result with half the effort.
Therefore, Zhao Feng didn't purposely increase his cultivation, or else he would have reached the 8th rank by now.
However, the higher the level, the harder it was to improve.
Zhao Feng let out a long breath and walked out of the building. He went to the garden to relax his body.
The efficiency of just cultivating wasn't high.
Sometimes, relaxing could be beneficial for cultivation and breaking through bottlenecks.
"Young master Zhao, a few days ago, Young master Bei Moi sent someone to invite you to a banquet."
The servant said respectfully.
Bei Moi? Banquet?
Zhao Feng felt that it was strange. Why was there a celebratory feast?
The servant replied: "A few days ago, Young master Bei Moi reached the 9th rank of the Martial Path at the age of 16, shocking the Guanjun Palace. Lord Wang Hou has decided to hold a banquet for him. "
9th rank of the Martial Path!
Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat.
It wasn't hard to imagine that after the beast horde, Bei Moi had also made great progress and reached the 9th rank.
To be able to reach the ninth rank of the Martial Path at the age of sixteen, this was unheard of in the entire Guanjun Province, or even in the entire Cloud Country, at least in the past twenty years.
One had to know that many cultivators couldn't even reach the 7th rank in their entire life.
After the 7th rank, it became harder and harder to improve. For example, some elders of the Zhao Clan might be stuck at the 7th rank for the rest of their lives.
"Reaching the 9th rank of the Martial Path at the age of 16 … It's unfortunate that he's in the same generation as Bei Moi."
Zhao Feng sighed in his heart.
Normally, geniuses like Nan Gongfan and Feng Hanyue would be the top of their generation.
However, Bei Moi outshone the other geniuses.
Zhao Feng asked: "When will the banquet be held?"
"Tomorrow night."
The servant bowed and answered.
Zhao Feng nodded his head, but he felt a lot of pressure.
From the current situation, the gap between him and Bei Moi wasn't that close.
Although he had been improving by leaps and bounds, Bei Moi wasn't going to stop either.
Back in the room.
Zhao Feng calmed himself down and continued to practise Silver Wall Technique.
Under the pressure of being a super genius, he was more focused than ever before. A thumping sound came from his mysterious left eye.
A strange aura came from his left eye and entered his body, even his organs.
A numbing feeling spread throughout his body as he practised Silver Wall Technique.
Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat and his body buzzed. He tried his best to practise Silver Wall Technique.
A day and a night later.
A layer of black liquid flowed out from Zhao Feng's body.
Hu!
All the pores and acupoints in his body relaxed, and he felt unprecedentedly comfortable. His spirit, Qi, and energy broke through a shackle and reached a whole new level.
At this moment, as he breathed, his body released a formless pressure. That was the power of his physical body.
"I broke through the eighth level of Silver Wall Technique under such circumstances."
Zhao Feng let out a long breath as his face was filled with excitement and joy.
Under normal circumstances, it would take him at least half a month to achieve a breakthrough in the Silver Wall Technique, and it could even take a few months.
Maybe it was because of Bei Moi's pressure that the mysterious left eye's power had been unleashed, but Zhao Feng's bloodline potential had also been unleashed.
Zhao Feng was confident that he was invincible under the ninth rank of the Martial Path. He could even fight against normal ninth rank cultivators.
Creak!
Zhao Feng smiled and walked out of the room.
Outside the room, it was pitch black and the moon was bright.
"I almost forgot! Bei Moi's banquet is tonight … "
Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat.
Looking at the time, the banquet should be going on for a while.
Teng!
Zhao Feng's figure flew towards the location of the banquet.
A full moon hung high in the starry night sky, causing the surrounding stars to dim in comparison.
This starry sky seemed to indicate that Bei Moi's dazzling radiance had overshadowed all the other stars.
The location of the banquet was the Spiritual Martial Hall, and it was only limited to the people of the Guanjun Palace.
Stepping into the hall, Zhao Feng realised that the banquet was coming to an end.
Inside the hall, Lord Guanjun and his disciples were all present as well as a few of his confidants.
"Brother Zhao, what took you so long to come to Brother Mo's banquet?"
Nan Gongfan's eyebrows furrowed.
"Greetings master! Congratulations Brother Mo! "
Zhao Feng didn't bother with Nan Gongfan as he walked up to greet Lord Guanjun and congratulate Bei Moi.
Bei Moi's aura was even more profound than before. His Inner Force was condensed to the limit, reaching the ninth stage.
Compared to before he reached the ninth rank, his strength had doubled.
Zhao Feng's left eye analysed and concluded that Bei Moi's true strength was close to the half-step Holy realm.
This meant that Bei Moi's strength had already surpassed Ye Linyun, Third Guard, and the others.
Lord Guanjun and Bei Moi didn't put Zhao Feng's tardiness to heart.
At the banquet, Lord Guanjun and Bei Moi were the main characters and they became the focus of everyone's attention.
Lord Guanjun had a smile on his face as he looked at Bei Moi with anticipation.
Compared to them, the other outer disciples such as Nan Gongfan, Zhao Feng and Yang Qingshan were just side characters. They were like leaves against flowers.
"There's still one more month before the entrance examination of the Broken Moon Clan begins. Disciple will definitely complete Master's wish. "
Bei Moi said confidently. He could feel Master's care and hope.
"You're my most talented disciple and I believe that you'll be able to go far after entering the Clan."
Lord Guanjun nodded his head with a smile.
As the banquet came to an end, only Lord Guanjun and his six disciples were left in the hall, even Ye Linyun and the others had left.
Zhao Feng realised that Lord Guanjun probably had something to say to the disciples.
"You all know that there's still one more month before the entrance examination of the Broken Moon Clan and I only have three spots. Ten days later, I will select three people based on your strength, potential, and other comprehensive factors. "
Lord Guanjun went straight to the point.
The words caused the hearts of everyone apart from Bei Moi to skip a beat.
Even though they were from the same sect, they still had to fight for three spots.
Six people fighting for three spots!
Amongst them, Bei Moi's spot was unshakable.
This meant that Yang Qingshan, Nan Gongfan, Feng Hanyue, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei had to fight for the remaining two spots.
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