Chapter 25 Outer Layer 1 (Part 2)

Martial arts inner strength!

hiss!

The sound of frightened breathing spread all over the Tianwu Field.

The children of the Zhao clan present, the referee of the martial arts platform, the elders of the clan, high-level officials, etc., were all surprised.

On the viewing stage, the white-bearded referee stood up abruptly, with an excited expression: "At the age of fourteen, he realized the inner strength of martial arts, and the position of a martial artist is at your fingertips. This talent must be the next Zhao Linlong!"

Many eyes in the audience gathered on Zhao Feng, focusing on this new outer king!

Zhao Feng was breathing hard, looking at his fist in disbelief, watching Zhao Yijian fly out, his arm was broken, and the sword was broken in two.

This is the punch he just made, and he has some reservations. When the punch shattered Zhao Yijian's sword, he reluctantly recovered some of his martial arts inner strength.

Otherwise, Zhao Yijian's injury will never be a broken arm, at least the entire arm will be invalid.

If you change to the ordinary martial arts triple, this punch may directly shatter the internal organs and die on the spot.

"This is the power of martial arts inner strength..."

Zhao Feng's heart trembled slightly.

Around the competition stage, some Zhao clan disciples were shocked and terrified.

At this point, they finally understood where the real gap between warriors and warriors lies.

"Zhao Feng wins!"

Only then did the referee react, and he gave Zhao Feng a deep look before giving the verdict.

Even when he deliberately favored Zhao Yijian, Zhao Feng still won.

Not only to win, but also to shock the outer layers with absolute strength!

Under absolute strength, no amount of injustice could stop him.

"Jian'er!"

Zhao Tianjian let out a roar, and a purplish cold aura surged up from his body.

Its speed is terrifying, and the people next to it only see the afterimage swept away.

"So fast!"

Zhao Feng estimated that Zhao Yijian's father's strength might have reached the terrifying level of the sixth level of martial arts.

The sixth level of martial arts, this is already the pinnacle of the ordinary martial artist realm, and if you take another step, you will be able to board the level of martial arts masters.

"I lost... I actually..."

Zhao Yijian was in excruciating pain, sweating coldly, and that arm completely lost his intuition.

Come to the pharmacist!

Zhao Tianjian tried his best to roar, looking at his son's injury, that arm might even be disabled.

"Junior! What are you doing with such a heavy hand?"

Zhao Tianjian's face was cold, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes, staring at Zhao Feng.

The terrifying aura of the sixth level of the martial arts, under the action of its powerful aura and the inner strength of the martial arts, forms an invisible force of oppression.

Zhao Feng's body flickered, his whole body's blood and breath seemed to be frozen, and it took a lot of effort to even speak.

Fortunately, he has the inner strength of martial arts, urging the light blue aura in his body, and resisting with tenacity.

Pounding! Pounding!

There were frequent beatings in the left eye, and in the pitch-black space, the spiral halo slowly extended, and on the basis of three feet nine, it continued to move forward faintly, infinitely approaching four feet.

Under the unprecedented pressure, Zhao Feng's spirit and internal potential were further squeezed.

"Great! I am now fully qualified to hit the fourth level of martial arts."

Zhao Feng was ecstatic.

After going through a battle, and now being oppressed by Zhao Tianjian, he actually promoted his own progress.

The subtle changes in him,

Naturally, he did not escape Zhao Tianjian's eyes.

This kid can't stay!

Zhao Tianjian felt the pressure of a potential crisis, and his eyes flashed coldly: "Junior, a child of your branch, who dares to hurt my son's arm, then I will abolish your cultivation."

Swish!

The afterimage swept away, and Zhao Tianjian rushed towards Zhao Feng.

not good!

Zhao Feng only felt that a huge crisis was oppressing him.

Fortunately, he was wary of Zhao Tianjian, and his left eye had already locked on the opponent with all his strength.

At the moment when Zhao Tianjian's qi and blood and martial arts inner strength were triggered, he predicted the opponent's attack direction.

Teng!

Without even thinking about it, Zhao Feng used "Piao Lingdu" to the limit, and his body leaped nearly ten meters high, narrowly avoiding the opponent's blow.

But he understands that he has only one chance to dodge in the face of a powerful martial artist of the sixth level of martial arts.

Zhao Tianjian slammed into the air with one move, and realized that something was wrong, he was furious in his heart, and shouted: "Death!"

He also used the Lightweight Technique, leaped into the air, and grabbed Zhao Feng.

"Piaoling Xudu!"

Zhao Feng was in mid-air, regenerated his strength, took a virtual step, and went straight to the senior members of the clan watching the battle stage.

Because he understands that Zhao Tianjian is only a middle and high-level in the clan, and the elders and seniors present will never allow him to act recklessly.

Whoosh!

Zhao Feng barely escaped Zhao Tianjian's ultimate move and fell towards the viewing platform.

"Damn! This kid..."

Zhao Tianjian understood Zhao Feng's intentions.

"Zhao Tianjian, stop!"

A vigorous and thunderous voice descended from the void.

Following that voice, an incomparably powerful aura came from above.

An old man with a white beard, with a pure white breath all over his body, like a feather, floated above Zhao Tianjian's head.

Not good! It's the referee!

Zhao Tianjian was under great oppression. He was facing the elders of the clan and the masters of the seventh level of martial arts.

However, Zhao Feng was right in front of him, and he was extremely unwilling in his heart.

"Get down!

A majestic, angry voice came from above.

The chief referee was also not seen, and a transparent and white breath swirled into an invisible palm, which was slapped fiercely.

bang bang!

Zhao Tianjian's entire body of martial arts disintegrated, "Wow" spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground, lying on the ground.

Injuring people from the air is a terrible method!

Everyone around was silent, it was obvious that the chief referee had cultivated the inner strength of martial arts to the realm of transformation, and he could kill ordinary warriors with a snap of his fingers.

"Elder! This Zhao Feng is so ruthless, he almost broke my son's arm, how can he be lighthearted?"

Zhao Tianjian was half-kneeling on the ground, in addition to being afraid, he was a little unwilling.

"Humph! Who the hell is ruthless? When Zhao Feng took action, he had clearly withdrawn some of his martial arts inner strength. Otherwise, Zhao Yijian's arm would be crippled, or even his life would be in danger."

The white-bearded referee has a burning gaze.

Zhao Tianjian was suddenly speechless.

"You haven't rescued your son yet!"

With a wave of the long-sleeved robe of the white-bearded referee, he jumped and returned to the competition stage.

A storm, temporarily subsided.

Zhao Feng secretly pinched a cold sweat and cast a grateful look at the white-bearded referee.

The chief referee seemed to feel it, smiled slightly, his eyes were soft, and he nodded with a little encouragement and appreciation.

This episode did not affect the continuation of the ranking competition.

After defeating Zhao Yijian, Zhao Feng became the "outer king".

"He actually defeated Zhao Yijian..."

Zhao Xue in the corner had a stiff face, and there was a feeling that the world was spinning.

From extreme joy to extreme sadness, she seemed to fall from heaven to hell.

In the field of vision, the familiar figure, in the identity of the king, is the focus of the audience.

Everything seems to have returned to the original in Qingye Town, that young man, as a genius, stood proudly in the Zhao family and became the first person among his peers.

Now at a new starting point, Zhao Feng jumped to become the first person in the outer layer of the Zhao family.

Seventy straight victories... seventy-one straight victories...

Zhao Feng's record is refreshing.

His opponents basically conceded defeat directly.

Zhao Yue, Zhao Gan and other powerful opponents also lost to him one by one.

Even in the face of Zhao Yue, Zhao Feng's martial arts inner strength immediately broke through the opponent's "Iron Gang Body", which was famous for its defense.

Zhao Feng's strength is no longer a quasi warrior, but a half-step warrior!

Half-step warriors, on the basis of quasi warriors, possess the inner strength of martial arts, and to a certain extent, there is no essential difference between them and the fourth level of martial arts.

However.

In the test, there is still an odd number.

Also holding the record of winning is Zhao Yufei.

When Zhao Yufei won the 80th winning streak, he met Zhao Yue, who used to be ranked first in the outer tier.

"Butterfly Leaf Palm!"

Zhao Yufei gave a coquettish snort, her pale jade-like hands shook, and a light green and transparent breath gushed out of her qi and blood.

Clap!

Zhao Yue's iron gang body was broken again.

"Oh my god, it's the inner strength of martial arts again!"

There was an exclamation from the field.

No one expected that besides Zhao Feng, there was a second person on the field who realized the inner strength of martial arts.

“Fun and interesting!”

A smile appeared on the referee's face.

Zhao Feng's expression did not change at all regarding Zhao Yufei's internal strength in martial arts.

As early as when he was watching the battle, his left eye could sense the inner strength of the martial arts hidden in Zhao Yufei's qi and blood.

In the martial arts field that day, after the instructor explained how to practice the inner strength of martial arts, the top disciples in the outer class all understood.

Among them, Zhao Feng has the most understanding.

This is because he has the left eye to assist, and also has the foundation of the three-layered perfection of "Push Qi Art".

Therefore, Zhao Feng was the first to cultivate the inner strength of martial arts.

In comparison, Zhao Yufei was half a month behind him.

"It seems that the first place is still unknown."

The disciples of the Zhao clan on the field were suddenly excited and looking forward to it.

In the end, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei met each other when they won 90 games in a row.

"let's start."

Zhao Feng's face was calm.

Although Zhao Yufei realized the inner strength of martial arts, he was not afraid.

"Although I know the gap with you, I will not give up."

Zhao Yufei's pretty face bloomed with a smile, like a lotus flower in full bloom, beautiful and pleasant.

"Angry Dragon Fist!"

As soon as Zhao Feng made his move, he was the Furious Dragon Fist of the peak realm.

Previously, the reason why he could beat Zhao Yijian so badly with one punch was not just because of his inner strength in martial arts.

"Raging Dragon Fist" itself is a leader at the peak of the intermediate level.

At this time, after Zhao Feng experienced Zhao Tianjian's oppression, his potential stimulated the oppression, his cultivation was further improved, and "Fist of the Furious Dragon" was even closer to the perfect state.

If "Angry Dragon Fist" can be cultivated to perfection, even if it faces the "Cold Flow Sword" of the advanced Dacheng, it can still win.

boom! Snapped! ...

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei clashed with fists and palms, and the latter retreated and dodged.

Sure enough, Zhao Yufei was not as good as Zhao Feng under the head-on challenge.

Zhao Feng's martial arts inner strength was understood first, and he was more powerful.

Moreover, the inner strength condensed by "Ling Du Qi Jue" is even more special, with fast speed, elegant style, and unrestrained imagination.

Although Zhao Yufei practiced a set of advanced footwork, which is graceful and agile, but Zhao Feng practiced "Piaolingdu" faster.

Seeing Zhao Feng's offensive, it was getting faster and faster.

Zhao Yufei was short of breath, her pretty face was as rosy as a rosy glow, she gradually became a little unsupportive, and her movements were a little suffocated.

good chance!

Zhao Feng's left eye immediately locked a flaw, and punched Zhao Yufei's shoulder.

puff!

Zhao Yufei's body flickered, and her figure floated away, flipped gracefully in mid-air, and fell to the ground.

"Thank you for your mercy."

Zhao Yufei's eyes were slightly grateful, her face was still red, and she was as beautiful as a lotus.

Zhao Feng's punch just now obviously kept his hand, otherwise her end would not be much better than Zhao Yijian.

"Assignment."

Zhao Feng nodded and smiled, admiring Zhao Yufei's style.

After defeating Zhao Yufei, in the ranking match, Zhao Feng had no opponent, and all the opponents along the way conceded defeat.

"I surrender!"

"Abstain!"

...

After half an hour.

Zhao Feng has completed a 100-game winning streak and has the highest points, ranking first in the outer tier.