Feng Yi turned around. Who else could it be but Ye Ming?
"Is he very powerful?" Feng Yi asked.
"Um."
Although Ye Ming only answered with a "hmm", Feng Yi retracted his outstretched hand.
This Ye Ming looked cold and expressionless, but unexpectedly he was actually quite warm-hearted! So Feng Yi took advantage of the situation and asked, "Who do you think I should choose?"
Ye Ming glanced at Feng Yi, thought for a moment, and then replied, "Don't choose Lin Yang, Zhang Ying, or Senior Hu He. You may not be able to defeat the others, but you can always survive by dying dozens of times."
Feng Yi's face turned embarrassed (?? ?), is he so bad?
No, no, it’s the original owner’s fault, it has nothing to do with me!
After saying this, Ye Ming went upstairs. He was obviously a high-level Spirit King, but he could actually challenge opponents of higher levels. He was worthy of being the Son of the Planes!
Feng Yi hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind and randomly picked one to go in.
As soon as the two parties left, the lobby suddenly became lively.
Senior Brother Number One: "Wow, wow, wow, when has Feng Yi ever spoken to Ye Ming in a calm and peaceful manner?"
Junior Brother No. 2: "And it was Senior Brother Ye Ming who said it first! You know, he never paid any attention to Feng Yi before!"
Senior Sister Number Three: "Oh my God, they wouldn't have kicked Long Wan'er out and gotten together, would they?"
Junior Sister Number Four: "No way! Senior Sister Wan'er is so outstanding! It's only because Senior Brother Ye Ming saved Senior Brother Feng Yi that their relationship has eased. Besides, what happened with the Spirit Spring last time? Didn't they say that the stone tool used to swipe the card had a problem, so they both went in together? Don't match them up randomly!"
Junior Sister Number Four launched into a furious outburst, and most people agreed with her point of view. After all, how could a love rival become a lover? That was a joke!
At this time, Long Wan'er appeared on the fourth floor, and the room suddenly fell silent, and everyone scattered.
Long Wan'er's face darkened. Things seemed to be out of her control. No, Ye Ming will definitely be mine!
Feng Yi entered the room and saw a man looking at him with a smile. The man then said, "Hello, Junior Brother or Junior Sister, I am Zhang Chen from Sword Finger Peak."
After a brief self-introduction, Zhang Chen raised his arm and prepared to attack. This was Feng Yi's first battle. He had thought of all the techniques he knew before coming. He first used the fifth-grade Black Tortoise Armor defensive technique and was ready for battle.
Zhang Chen's sword was in front of Feng Yi. Feng Yi wanted to dodge, but he couldn't. He could only watch as his sword pierced through his shell and stabbed into his body. Feng Yi rolled backwards, barely avoiding the vital points, and hurriedly used his fifth-grade martial arts technique, the Desolate Finger. He used his fingers as a magic method, compressed the spiritual energy to his fingertips, and then burst it out. It was not only a deadly weapon, but also a good way to launch a sneak attack. Of course, this was only the first level of this martial arts technique.
The spiritual power bursting out from his fingertips made Zhang Chen's movements pause slightly, but then his sword continued to attack Feng Yi, beating Feng Yi to a pulp. He used his skills recklessly, and finally his spiritual power was exhausted. He was stabbed in the chest by Zhang Chen's sword. The pain he imagined did not come, but the fear of death still made Feng Yi break out in a cold sweat, wetting his entire back.
After a moment, Zhang Chen returned to his original standing position and looked at Qi Feng with a smile.
Feng Yi then let out a long breath to calm his pounding heart, then thought back to the battle just now, his old face flushed. It was not Feng Yi's fault that he was so rubbish, it was just that there were no battle scenes in the original owner's memory. He was like a child who was protected too well by his parents, a flower in a greenhouse. Fortunately, he stayed in the sect all year round. If he went outside, he would have been broken directly.
However, Feng Yi did not gain nothing at all. At least he had a clear understanding of his own strength. Feng Yi patted the non-existent dust on his body and went out. The people outside were not surprised to see Feng Yi coming out. It would be a miracle if he could pass.
However, Feng Yi's next move surprised everyone. He actually went to his own training room. The martial arts field was equipped with a training room for each advanced disciple, but Feng Yi had never been there once. Fortunately, this place was dust-free, otherwise his training room would be covered with who knows how thick the dust would be.
Feng Yi arrived at his own training room. The route here was not troublesome, otherwise he would have had to find it. The training room was very large, but it only had a cushion for meditation, various ordinary weapons, a stone bed, and nothing else. It was a standard ascetic life. The spiritual fluctuations generated here would be absorbed by the walls and would not cause any damage. It was the best place for training.
Feng Yi sat on the mat and thought back to the previous battle. His two fifth-grade skills seemed like child's play in front of Zhang Chen. It seemed they were still too useless. He pondered for a while, considering the previous owner's experience and the previous battle. Feng Yi decided to first practice two fifth-grade skills, the Black Tortoise Armor and the Desolate Finger, plus a fourth-grade body movement, the Wing Step. No matter what, saving his life was the most important thing.
Feng Yi carefully studied these three techniques. The Desolate Finger has three levels. The first level, Desolate Finger, concentrates spiritual energy at the fingertips, allowing it to explode and injure. With mastery, the spiritual energy can be released from the fingertips and released at will, making it a perfect way to ambush enemies. The second level, Desolate Finger, perfectly combines spiritual energy with the fingers, turning it into a sword, capable of free release and reaping lives. The third level, the fingers become the ultimate weapon, capable of shattering martial arts inferior to one's own with a single move, a truly powerful move. Feng Yi is currently at the initial stages of the first level.
The Black Tortoise Armor was quite strange, appearing to be an incomplete technique. Although it also had three levels, the technique was not complete, appearing to be a fragment. Its first level could defend against spiritual attacks of the same level. The second level would create a protective armor around it, making it impenetrable to ordinary techniques. The third level not only had a protective armor, but also a layer of protection on the body, providing a double insurance. Feng Yi's current stage, needless to say, was still at the first level.
Feng Yi didn't even practice the last fourth-grade martial arts technique, and just put it in the corner of the storage ring. If he wanted to defeat Zhang Chen, Feng Yi thought that he had to practice the Desolate Finger to perfection in the first level, the Black Tortoise Armor to the second level, and the Wing Step to perfection in the first level, otherwise he would have no chance.
Feng Yi is the kind of person who will do whatever he thinks of, and he is very determined. Feng Yi's spiritual energy has almost recovered, so he slowly guides the spiritual energy to flow through his meridians according to the technique of the Desolate Finger. Feng Yi enjoys the feeling of practicing this way, which is quiet and natural, without being disturbed by anyone.
Slowly, Feng Yi was completely immersed in it. After running the exercises several times, he began to practice in the training room. During this practice, he even forgot the passage of time.
This is how cultivation works, time always passes in a flash.
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