Feng Yi and Zhang Xiaoxing returned to the courtyard where they lived together. To be precise, it was Zhang Xiaoxing who brought Feng Yi back.
Feng Yi returned to the yard and took a nice hot bath. Although there was no dust on his body, it was Feng Yi's habit to take a bath after being tired.
The system started nagging in Feng Yi's mind again: "Feng Yi, Feng Yi, your fighting experience is really too poor. You must hone your skills. From my observation of Ye Ming before, he can probably beat a hundred of you! You are too weak! Hurry up and work hard, and defeat him together with me!"
Feng Yifan rolled his eyes and ignored the chattering system. After everything was finished, Feng Yi fell asleep.
It was not until the next morning, when it was just getting light, that Feng Yi woke up. He stretched his body, felt the abundant spiritual energy in his body, and went to the training ground again.
Fortunately, this time Feng Yi asked Zhang Xiaoxing for a freshman map. Although the map was of little use to Feng Yi, he still managed to find his way to the training ground by following the map and the guidance of the system.
As soon as Feng Yi arrived, he started fighting with Zhang Chen's projection. If he failed once, he would try a second time. If he failed a second time, he would try a third time. This cycle continued over and over again until the eleventh time, when Feng Yi finally defeated Zhang Chen.
At this point, I finally adapted to this body and understood what cultivation was and how to fight.
However, Feng Yi still had a clear understanding of himself. He knew that he was a mid-level Spirit King, and Zhang Chen was only a primary Spirit King. It was so difficult for him to defeat him, so what about someone more powerful?
For example, that pervert Ye Ming is already a high-level Spirit King. It is said that he has a lot of methods and his aura as the protagonist must be very strong. He may even be able to kill people across levels. He must catch up with the strength of ordinary geniuses, otherwise he will definitely be defeated by others.
The system also sounded in his mind at the right time: "Ding Dong, congratulations Feng Yi on completing the first task. The improved version of the spiritual energy pill has been sent to your storage ring."
Feng Yi had an idea, and sure enough, there was a recipe in a wooden box in his storage ring.
Feng Yi didn't check immediately. He got up from the ground and returned to his training room. There were several disciples who had been fighting and were chatting together.
"I don't know what's wrong with Feng Yi. He's suddenly practicing so hard. You know, he used to hate the martial arts arena the most."
"Maybe you're feeling irritated. After all, Ye Ming is so popular."
"I think it's because of Long Wan'er."
"But doesn't that mean Long Wan'er is single..."
The conversation between these people suddenly stopped. It turned out that Ye Ming appeared. Seeing him coming, several people left.
Ye Ming thought to himself: I don't know what Feng Yi is up to. If he keeps harassing me, I wouldn't mind teaching him an unforgettable lesson. Thinking about the possible situations, Ye Ming casually entered a projection room.
At this moment, Feng Yi had no time to think about anything else. He just wanted to improve his strength as quickly as possible and practice his skills with all his might.
In the next month, Feng Yi was finally able to easily defeat the primary Spirit King, and was also able to barely defeat different types of projections of the intermediate Spirit King.
He walked into the advanced area amid everyone's surprised gazes, and then came out beaten to a pulp. The gap was not that big, basically no more than ten moves. Then he gritted his teeth and threw himself into training again.
I will one day avenge my previous shame, make a stunning debut, and soar to the sky!
For the next two months, Feng Yi practiced non-stop. In addition to practicing in the martial arts arena, he also took time to practice his soul power. Perhaps due to the blessing of the system, his soul power increased a lot and directly reached the level of high-level perfection.
The technique the original owner used to cultivate his soul was called the Wood Spirit Technique, which was a relatively gentle technique.
There is no distinction between high and low in the art of soul cultivation, only whether it is suitable or not. This wood spirit art was chosen for him by the original master.
It seems that the master saw the original owner's arrogance and pride, and practiced this technique to make him calm down, but it invisibly suppressed the original owner's talent.
But now he has been replaced by the soul of a Buddhist man from modern times, and this technique is very suitable for him. After so many days of practice, the power of his soul has increased rapidly and has reached the stage of great perfection of the Spirit King. He has even touched that thin layer of obstacle. Only one step is left for his soul to break through to the Spirit Emperor. This speed of practice makes Feng Yi very satisfied.
Feng Yi also practiced a soul attack technique, the name of which was quite domineering, called Heavenly Eye. The first level was concentration, gathering the power of the soul and releasing it. If someone whose soul was not as strong as his was caught by the attack, he would be stunned for one to five seconds.
The second level is restraint. The power of the soul disperses and slowly gathers, causing the opponent's soul to fall into the quagmire.
The third level, in addition to the effects of the first and second levels, also has an additional detection function, which can discover the flaws in the opponent's skills. However, it puts a heavy burden on the soul. After the battle, the soul will also fall into a weak period. However, this is simply against the will of heaven.
If the strength of the two people is similar, then this technique can completely reverse the situation. This technique is naturally very rare. I don’t know where the master got it from, and he is mysterious and refuses to tell me.
Feng Yi's strength successfully broke through to the high level and reached the high level Spirit King. In the projection battle, he finally succeeded in defeating a high level Spirit King. He used the power of his soul and used all his means. It was a tragic victory, but it was also a great gain.
After three months, Feng Yi finally came out of seclusion. Zhang Xiaoxing was already waiting at the door. He rushed over and pulled Feng Yi out, saying as he walked, "Brother, please don't go into the training room. Do you know what's going on outside?"
Feng Yi was stunned, naturally confused, and asked, "What?"
Zhang Xiaoxing snorted and said, "What are you talking about? Brother, you are trapped in love, so you practice so hard, wanting to trample Ye Ming under your feet and win back Long Wan'er's heart."
Zhang Xiaoxing was obviously very unhappy and didn't even call them senior brothers or sisters.
Feng Yi pulled his arm back, slowed down his pace, and said, "What does this have to do with anything? I practice for myself, and it has nothing to do with her, Long Wan'er."
System: "It matters, it matters. Feng Yi, you have my help, and you haven't snatched Long Wan'er away yet? I despise you from the bottom of my heart!"
Feng Yi...
I finally know how your first ninety-eight hosts died. They were all fooled to death by you!
Fortunately, I am both cunning and smart, otherwise I would have died a miserable death!
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