Chapter 162: Hidden Power in the Valley

In a trance, Feng Yi felt his body was light, sometimes like a feather, floating in the air, and sometimes like a small boat, rising and falling in the waves, occasionally hitting the reefs.

He clearly felt the pain all over his body, but he was confused and couldn't open his eyes.

I don't know how much time had passed, but I finally regained some consciousness and heard the rumbling sound of water entering my ears.

Feng Yi opened his eyes and saw a waterfall pouring down from the top of the peak, like thunder and snow. There was a protruding rock between the steep cliffs, which caused the waterfall to fall, and there was a loud sound where it hit the rock!

Feng Yi turned his head and looked around. There were logs standing in rows on all sides. The mountains on both sides were straight and steep, with dangerous rocks towering. The waterfall fell into the depression and gathered into a pool, reflecting the lush shade of the mountain, clear blue like a mirror, and some unknown flowers and plants dotted around, making it quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly I felt pain all over my body. I undressed and looked around. I saw bruises all over and found myself lying on a rock by the pond.

Feng Yi suddenly realized that he had suddenly lost his power. He was exhausted and arrows rained down on him. The system brought him here. Just like last time, he fell from the air and happened to fall into a deep pool. His body must have hit something like a rock at the bottom of the pool and was swept to the edge of the pool by the current.

Although he was wearing a black silk robe, he was lucky enough not to die.

After all, if he didn't fall to his death, he might have drowned! Feng Yi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was feeling the long-lost natural scenery. After a while, he calmed down and closed his eyes to practice.

But when he raised his Qi, he felt a little sensation in his body, but it was no longer like before when he moved his mind and moved his arms and fingers. The Qi in his lower abdomen was even more suffocating and stagnant, like a mass of lumps, with only a trace of breath.

You have to know that martial arts masters can defeat their enemies by relying on the interconnected meridians in the body to gather the scattered Qi from all over the body into the Dantian, just like water gathers to form a river or hundreds of rivers flow into the sea, gathering the body's potential in one place, and then sending it out along the meridians of the limbs, and applied to fists and feet, or attached to weapons.

The only difference is that the energy in the Dantian of an average martial arts expert is like scattered water droplets gathering into a stream, which is extremely shallow.

The energy in the dantian of a master like Feng Yi has the momentum of raging waves and surging. It is because it is so full that he can have various supernatural powers that ordinary people cannot achieve, such as hurting people with flying flowers and shooting cows from a distance.

But now Feng Yi only had a trace of energy in his body. The Shenzhao Qi that he relied on to show off his power and pick up girls was gone, and even the internal force of the Blood Knife Sutra disappeared without a trace.

Feng Yi understood that the system had taken away all the skills he had gained through relying on the system, and the slightest bit of Dantian Qi he had at this moment was only due to his arrogance in practicing the Nine Yin Scriptures on his own instead of relying on the system.

But he was able to master the Nine Yin Divine Art so quickly at that time, all thanks to the cultivation of the Divine Illumination Art and the Blood Sword Sutra. Now that he has lost these two foundations, the internal force he gained from practicing the Nine Yin Scriptures is also melting like ice and snow.

Now my internal strength is not even one-tenth of what it used to be.

Fortunately, he understood one thing.

There is no free lunch in the world.

If someone gives you everything without asking for anything in return, you should at least be obedient. This is the basic requirement.

To put it bluntly, people spend a lot of effort to train you because they want a dog that obeys orders, not a person with his own ideas.

Take Feng Yi himself for example. If he promoted a person from the bottom of society to the top, but he didn't listen to him and did things according to his own ideas, and even went against him, he would have to take back everything from him.

Knocking him back into the dust would be the lightest punishment; there is a high probability that he would die in agony!

So Feng Yi not only did not feel wronged, but was also very grateful. At least he was still alive and was enjoying everything he had never dared to imagine before.

He defeated the most powerful man, slept with several beautiful women, and killed an emperor who left his name in history.

This is something he dared not even think about! Although Feng Yi did not hate his current situation, he understood that people have to rely on themselves in the end.

As the saying goes, if you rely on the mountain, the mountain will fall. This is true.

Feng Yi immediately recalled the method of practicing Shen Zhao Gong and was still able to remember it, including the Blood Knife Sutra.

However, things like "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu" and "Jade Girl Heart Sutra" were completely forgotten in my mind.

Feng Yi immediately understood that he had been using martial arts such as Shen Zhao Gong and Xue Dao Jing to defeat his enemies, and they had long since become muscle memory.

However, he had never practiced martial arts such as the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, and only relied on the system to record them. Now that "Brother Tongzi" had turned against him, he had directly erased them.

Don't give yourself any chance to find loopholes.

Feng Yi knew very well that the system could allow him to travel through time, which must have involved matters of gods, Buddhas, ghosts and monsters, so it was understandable that others had this ability.

But thinking about how he collected magical skills in order to blaze a trail in creating martial arts, and now that he has not yet put it into practice and his hopes are gone, Feng Yi became a little angry and wished he could catch the maker of the system and give him a good beating.

However, Feng Yi could only think about it, and then practiced according to the Shenzhaogong's practice route. He felt that he could still rely on the skills to absorb the essence of heaven and earth and replenish his internal strength. But how long would it take to recover to the way it was before?

After all, it took Ding Dian twelve years to complete his merits! How long would it take him?

Before he could figure out the problem, he felt his stomach rumbling. Feng Yi was no longer in a hurry to practice his internal energy and struggled to get up first.

But he felt weak all over, so he had to turn his luck around three times, regained some strength, stood up, and wanted to find something to eat.

He walked around and found that this was a secluded valley. From a distance, there were gushing springs and raging waves. From a close distance, there were clouds and mist, flying flowers and broken jade. It was so beautiful! Feng Yi couldn't help thinking: "This place has beautiful mountains and clear waters, green forests and clear skies. It's really a paradise on earth!

But who could have known that I had suddenly come here from the battlefield? I am afraid everyone would think that I had turned into a yellow water. I wonder how many people would be sad for me? What about those women? "

But considering that they all died in the original plot, and now that they are alive, it doesn’t seem so important whether they are sad or not!

Feng Yi stood there for a while, and after picking a few wild fruits from the tree and eating them, he felt even hungrier. He walked to the edge of the pond and saw dozens of big fish swimming back and forth in the emerald green water.

Feng Yi touched his body and found that the blood knife and the golden dragon whip were all gone. He thought that he was unable to get these things in his hands at the last moment, so they were lost.

Although Feng Yi's internal energy was gone, he remembered his commonly used martial arts clearly. He immediately broke off a branch and waited quietly by the pond. When a big fish swam close to the water, he shook his hand and stabbed the fish right in the body.

Feng Yi cut open the fish's belly, washed out the intestines, and found some dead branches. His bag was not lost, so he took out a piece of oil paper and took out the tinder wrapped inside.

He immediately lit a fire, roasted the fish, and ate it in no time. After wiping his mouth, he thought about whether to stay or leave.

Even though with his internal strength and martial arts, most people are no match for him, but he is used to being strong, and he doesn't even know what kind of world this is.

He immediately decided to practice martial arts, and he had to have at least 40% to 50% of his skills before he could go out.

Feng Yi knows very well that the best time for a person to accumulate knowledge and energy in his life is the boring years before he becomes famous.

Once he became famous, he would face life and death, so where would he find time to practice martial arts? He found a cave to live in, and carved the Shenzhaogong, Jiuyinzhenjing, and Xuedaojing martial arts on the wall.

He was afraid that something might happen again and he would forget about it, so he saved a copy while he was still conscious.

It's just about strengthening internal strength. Whether it's practicing Shenzhaogong or Jiuyin Manual, with my own qualifications, I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve much without ten or eight years.

It is better to rely on yourself than on others. This is a correct truth, but it is easier said than done!

Feng Yi walked out of the cave. The mountain wind blowing past sounded like the neighing of an iron horse in the empty valley. The stream appeared and disappeared between the woods, gurgling. He immediately had an idea and walked into the waterfall with its rushing and splashing water.

This rumbling sound was like thunder. Feng Yi thought, "Yang Guo can do it, so there's no reason why I can't!"

He wants to emulate Yang Guo, or Dugu Qiubai.

In the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes, Feng Yi never thought of looking for the burial place of Dugu Qiubai, because snake gall was of little use to him at that time.

After all, with his skill level at that time, it was difficult to make any further progress. As for the sword-practicing method, it was meaningless. It was nothing more than practicing under a mountain torrent or waterfall.

This kind of place is not unique there. So he doesn't need anything that Dugu Qiubai has.

But now, for someone like him who lacks strong power, practicing martial arts under mountain torrents and waterfalls is a way to quickly increase internal strength.

After all, "quick and erratic" and "strong and dignified" are the two right paths in martial arts.

Therefore, there is a saying that the only way to defeat all martial arts is to be faster, and that force can defeat ten skills.

Both are correct, and there is no difference between them. It only depends on the level of attainments of the practitioner.

But all this is based on inner strength.

Therefore, Feng Yi had to practice his attacking skills in the rapids of the waterfall in order to enhance his internal strength.

Feng Yi thought about it, his injuries had not healed yet, so he rested for a few days, watching the waterfall and thinking about how to practice martial arts.

The mountainside is a flat land several meters wide. The waterfall falls down and gathers water into a pool. There is an underground stream at the bottom of the pool, which never dries up all year round. However, there is a protruding rock three meters below the waterfall.

If he stood on that rock, accepting the impact of the waterfall while practicing martial arts, punching and palming would be the most appropriate. However, with his current skills, he probably wouldn't be able to stand.

But he has experienced a lot and is determined. Once he has made a decision, he will do it.

Three days later, Feng Yi felt that the pain in his muscles and bones was gone, so he jumped directly into the waterfall.

As soon as he landed, he used the Nine Yin Internal Force to perform the "Thousand Jin Pendant" and stood firmly on the stone. However, under the violent impact of the waterfall, his body fell straight into the stream.

This is a big waterfall. If you haven't reached a high level in Qigong, Qinggong and external skills, you will be washed down by the waterfall as soon as you step into the water, let alone punch.

Feng Yi had anticipated this. He climbed out of the stream, walked up, and jumped down again, repeating the process over and over again.

It took me a month to go from being unable to stand to being able to stand steadily. However, I wanted to use my palms or punches to resist the waterfall, but I was unable to do so.

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Even so, he also felt that his power had greatly increased, and he already had half of his previous power.

A flash of joy flashed across Feng Yi's face. He thought to himself that the increase in strength was definitely not a short-term achievement. Although his internal strength seemed to have increased by 10%, it was a level that ordinary people could not achieve in their entire lives, so it could be said to be incredibly fast.

It turns out that this way of behavior is meant to stimulate the endless potential in the human body. Although Feng Yi has lost his skills, he has mastered all the unique skills in the past, combining yin and yang into the infinite. His body's spiritual perception of all things in the world and its ability to absorb the essence of heaven and earth are unmatched by others.

Now that I am far away from this corrupt world, communicating with nature in the utmost tranquility, my skills are naturally improving rapidly.

Apart from eating and resting every day, Feng Yi devoted himself to practicing martial arts. After being able to stand steadily under the rushing waterfall, he had already figured out the method of concentrating his energy and exerting his strength under the waterfall.

He used his "Thousand-Jin Weight" kung fu to stand firmly on the stone, standing still, and using his invisible fist to fight against the water force, each time training himself to exhaustion.

He practiced this repeatedly, twice a day, morning and afternoon. Within a month, he felt that his skills had greatly improved. With the force of his upward punch, he could even make the water of the downward-flowing waterfall splash everywhere, and for a moment, it almost seemed to roll back.

Originally, the Shadowless Divine Fist was only fast, but its power was far inferior to the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and Iron Palm. However, when he practiced this fist under the waterfall, not only his speed but also his power increased.

Compared with the past, this is a major breakthrough. As the internal strength increases in the future, the power will increase even more.

Feng Yi also felt that his skills at this point were good enough to master the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing", a pinnacle external martial art that could improve his skills from the outside to the inside. He began to practice palm techniques in the waterfall again.

Spring goes and autumn comes, time flies by.

Two years passed in the blink of an eye, and Feng Yi remained the same day and night, regardless of the seasons.

On this day, Feng Yi suddenly felt a strong force penetrating through all his meridians. Feng Yi hurriedly jumped out of the pool of water, and just as he climbed onto the rock, his body exploded and his whole body felt like it was about to break apart.

Feng Yi nearly fainted, but after a while, he no longer felt any pain. When he raised his internal Qi, he felt the Qi in his body become full and lively, to the point where he could do whatever he wanted, with the Qi flowing through all the acupuncture points.

A divine light flashed in Feng Yi's eyes. He suddenly jumped up and punched out. With a "crash", a tree trunk as thick as a bowl broke into two parts, one end fell to the ground, and smoke and dust rose up.

Feng Yi couldn't help but let out a long howl, which was so passionate and sonorous that it sounded like a huge hammer hitting a drum. The birds in the forest flew away in surprise, the leaves trembled, and the sound echoed in the empty valley.

Feng Yi cried out with joy, his internal energy still flowing smoothly throughout his body without any obstruction, because he had already practiced the Nine Yin Divine Art to the level where the dragon and the tiger met, so all the meridians and acupoints that the energy could not reach were now unobstructed.

Although Shenzhao Gong is powerful, it cannot be achieved through hard practice, so he is now concentrating on Jiuyin Divine Art.

Feng Yi thought that his internal strength was not as strong as before, but it was already about 70% to 80%. Combined with his martial arts, it was enough to protect himself as long as he didn't encounter monsters or ghosts.

Feng Yi immediately returned to the cave and wrote on the stone wall: "I came here by accident, and I was able to survive and was blessed by the heavens. I don't have the appearance of a celestial being, but I want to open up a new realm of martial arts and achieve a great feat that will be remembered for thousands of years.

Although he was indomitable, dominated the world, defeated all the masters in the world, and occasionally got free, it was all an empty dream.

Although he lives in the underworld, he has an eye on the affairs of the government. He cannot be a good person from beginning to end, and he dare not indulge in doing bad things. Occasionally, he pretends to be profound and pretentious, but he has never achieved any outstanding achievements.

Alas, the past is like smoke gone with the wind, this feeling and this scene are hard to bear, where are the younger generation now, and they will also carry on my aspirations and write about the glory years. The god in the wind is in the heart, turning into a clear light that shines on the world. "

When Feng Yi was practicing, he thought about pretending to be cool when he left, leaving it for future generations to speculate.

He was now full of pride and walked out of the valley with big strides.

Feng Yi has already looked around thoroughly in the past two years. There is no one living here and he knows nothing about it. But now he wants to see the outside world, so it will not be difficult for him to find a way out.

Feng Yi climbed over mountains and crossed rivers until noon when he finally found a road. He then wanted to go to the town and ask around to find out what era this was.

Then we heard the sound of horse hooves on the road, and soon, more than a dozen horses caught up.

Feng Yi didn't know the truth about the world now, and was afraid of getting into trouble. He turned around and peeked at the people on the horses. They were all carrying weapons, and their attire was not much different from the people seen in the Divine Condor.

After walking for a while, we heard the sound of horse hooves again. Three or five people rode by. One of them said, "Brother Han, the 'enemy of the king of hell', Doctor Xue, suddenly sent out invitations to heroes, inviting fellow warriors everywhere. The momentum is so urgent, saying something like 'If heroes see the invitation, please come.' Do you know what it's for?"

Feng Yi was delighted when he heard this, and thought: "Could it be the Tianlong World?"

Although there are many masters in the Tianlong world, Feng Yi has already put his mind at ease. Except for the Sweeping Monk, who he estimates he cannot defeat, no matter how powerful the others are, they may not be able to hurt him.

I thought to myself: "There's going to be a fight in Juxian Village, I have to go and take a look, and by the way, see the so-called heroes of this world."

He immediately followed the direction of the few people. As he walked, he saw more martial arts figures along the way, all of whom were rushing to Juxian Manor to attend the heroes' banquet.

Feng Yi looked at his outfit. He had no weapons, unlike a martial arts hero. He immediately got a sword from a small town and hung it around his waist.

Following the martial arts figures to Juxianzhuang, we could hear a lot of noise from afar.

This hero banquet was a last-minute invitation, and anonymous invitations were sent without the names of the guests signed. Anyone who saw the invitation would be invited, and anyone who was in the martial arts world was welcome.

So although Feng Yi was not famous, he had a strand of white hair on his forehead, an angular face, and a slightly vicissitudes of life, but his eyes were particularly bright, not only clean but also slightly calm. He also had a sword hanging from his waist, so he invited him in.

But they didn't know his origins, so the owner of Juxian Manor did not greet him, but only the receptionist led him.

When I entered the hall, I saw that it was already packed with people and voices could be heard from all directions.

But when the receptionist saw that no one greeted Feng Yi and he didn't greet anyone either, he was obviously an unknown person, so he arranged him in a corner.

Those sitting here are all insignificant figures in the martial arts world. Feng Yi doesn't care about these. He has been practicing martial arts for the past two years and his appetite is almost dry. He just wants to have a good meal.

Moreover, the people sitting at the same table with him were not only strangers to him, but also of low status, so no one said anything about his behavior.

"That fellow Qiao Feng said he wanted to come to Juxian Manor to participate in the Heroes' Banquet."

As soon as this man said this, everyone was shocked.

Everyone in the hall was talking loudly and noisily, but suddenly, everyone fell silent.

Feng Yi was about to put a glass of wine into his mouth, but he didn't want to drink it anymore. There was really no need to be a conspicuous person in this kind of atmosphere.

Because the person who was speaking stopped talking abruptly before he could finish his words, and in an instant, the hall fell silent.

The sounds of drinking in the back hall and talking and laughing in the corridor could be heard from far away.

Feng Yi saw this scene and couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder everyone wants to kill him once he becomes famous!"

(End of this chapter)