"Don't you feel that this person's back is very familiar?"
After staring for a moment, Han Shuang Er suddenly asked in a soft voice.
"Is he familiar? Who is he? "
Wei Zixuan looked at Pei Feng's gradually disappearing figure, and then looked at Han Shuang Er with a blank expression.
"Forget it, it's useless to tell you, you idiot."
Pei Feng's appearance had actually changed a lot. Although his facial features were still the same as before, they had become more exquisite and handsome, and the demonic temperament between his eyebrows was also completely different from before.
If one only looked at him from the front and did not look carefully, it was difficult to immediately connect the current him with the previous him.
But … his back was almost the same.
Looking at Pei Feng's back, it was not only Han Shuang Er who felt a trace of familiarity, but also Qin Wuqing and Zhan Pengfei.
Qin Wuqing stared at his back without blinking, her eyes a little surprised and uncertain.
Back in Clear Martial Village, when Pei Feng ignored her and passed by her, she had a very deep impression of his back, so she remembered it very clearly.
But … this person's appearance was not like that Mr. Pei, he was much more handsome.
Zhan Pengfei also felt a sense of familiarity, but men were more careless, and he couldn't remember whose back it was for a long time.
…
"Mr. Pei, I want to ask … do you know the art of disguise?"
At the back of the line, He Hua secretly looked at Pei Feng and finally couldn't help but ask.
"I do, but I didn't use the art of disguise."
"But the change in your appearance … is too incredible! It's even more amazing than plastic surgery! "
Pei Feng glanced at her and said in a low voice, "On the path of cultivation, when one reaches a certain profound realm, one will have remarkable abilities, and natural skills, one's appearance will change, and one's aura will flow naturally. Cultivation is not only the cultivation of martial arts and spells, but also the cultivation of one's self — appearance, temperament, divine sense, essence, killing intent, righteousness … all of these are part of the cultivation. "
"You're still young, and your martial arts are low. You still don't understand the logic behind this. Once you reach the Transcendent State and become a Grandmaster, you will understand the true meaning of life. "
"You're only 17. You're the youngest …"
He Hua murmured softly.
"What did you say?"
"I said I know, Mr. Pei ~"
The young Martial Masters at the front of the line went up one after another. The huge strength testing machine rumbled continuously, and from time to time, there was a burst of applause and cheers.
Around them, more and more people left the table and gathered around.
The line grew longer and longer. Pei Feng turned around and looked at the end of the line … Su Yingjie and Lu Wenlong had also joined the line. The two of them were staring at him, one with a cold look, the other with a fierce look.
"Mr. Pei, there are many young talents from different sects and families attending this year's banquet. I'm afraid I might not be able to get second place."
"I'll try my best."
Pei Feng replied lightly.
"Then should I … use the Heart Boiling Blood Technique later?"
Pei Feng thought for a moment and then shook his head. "Not for now."
He Hua looked at the six prizes on the stage and asked thoughtfully, "Mr. Pei, are you interested in two of the prizes? Is that why you asked me to help you get first and second place?"
"Yes."
"Hehe, I'm smart, aren't I? Other than the Meteoric Iron, what other prize do you have in mind? That Blessed Golden Buddha? The Spring River Mountain Dwelling Painting? The Jun Kiln Plum Vase from the Song Dynasty? Or the Yuan Dynasty Ancient Bow? "
Pei Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold. He said coldly, "Are you a Hundred Thousand Whys?"
He Hua: "…"
"Shut your mouth and wait quietly."
"Oh …"
One punch per person. The speed of the test was very fast. Although the line was very long, in less than half an hour, He Hua and Pei Feng were at the front of the line.
"A full blow?"
Seeing that it was her turn to go on stage, He Hua turned her head and asked softly.
Pei Feng looked at the six young people standing in front of the Strength Tester with smiles on their faces. He then looked back at the long line behind him and said in a low voice, "Eight points."
"Understood."
There was a stenographer assigned to this test of strength. The top six people would stay in the ring, and if there was someone who surpassed them, they would replace the person who was surpassed and stand in the ring. So on and so forth, survival of the fittest.
"Next."
He Hua's expression turned solemn as she gracefully leaped onto the stage.
"Hello, please introduce yourself."
"He Hua from the He family in Western Jin."
"Okay, please come forward."
As soon as He Hua said her name, there was an uproar under the arena.
He Hua was the most outstanding genius Martial Master among the younger generation of the He family in Western Jin. He Hua was among the top of the younger generation even in the entire martial arts world.
Close your eyes, concentrate, hold your breath. He Family Tai Chi, Cloud Hand Style!
All of a sudden, He Hua's beautiful eyes widened. She moved swiftly and slapped her palm on the thick black testing mat on the strength-measuring machine.
"Boom!"
The black testing mat suddenly shrank, and then slowly popped out. The entire strength testing machine, along with the arena beneath it, trembled slightly.
The stenographer took a look at the number and gasped.
5,108 pounds!
He had surpassed the previous first place by almost 800 pounds. He was now in first place!
"He Hua from the He family in Western Jin. 5,108 pounds, temporarily in first place."
The emcee loudly announced He Hua's result. Then, he waved his hand at a big guy who was over 1.9 meters tall in the arena. "You, are eliminated. Get down from the arena!"
5,108 pounds?!
The surrounding onlookers were all shocked. Even the young Martial Masters in the queue at the back had a look of horror on their faces.
Although there was no absolute standard for dividing power in the Martial Dao Realms, there was a general standard.
The limit for external force was 1,000 pounds.
The limit for internal force was 2,000 pounds.
The limit for internal force was 5,000 pounds.
5,108 pounds …
This was the strength of the peak of the Inner Force Tester!
He was indeed the number one among the younger generation of the He family in Western Jin. He was only in his early twenties, but his cultivation had already reached such a terrifying level!
"Next."
Pei Feng flew into the arena.
"Hello, please introduce yourself."
"White Crane Sect, Pei Feng."
The person attending the Su family's annual banquet was Xiao Changqing's nephew. Naturally, he could only lie about White Crane Sect.
"Okay, please come forward."
Pei Feng nodded and walked over with his hands behind his back.
When he reached the Strength Tester, he did not hold his breath and gather his Qi in his Dantian like the other contestants. He did not even look at the black testing mat. He swung his arm and punched the black testing mat heavily with his right fist.
There was a loud bang!
The strength testing machine emitted a creaking sound, and it clearly swayed back and forth. The entire arena was buzzing and trembling!
The stenographer was caught off guard and his body swayed.
He looked at Pei Feng, who was standing with his hands behind his back, with a stunned expression. Then, he turned his head to look at the LCD screen on the strength tester.
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