The back mountain of Fengtian County is a beautiful forest with mountains and water. When the sun rises, the entire forest is shrouded in fog and mist, which is very charming.

At this time, in the morning sun, a young man was constantly waving his fists, practicing with great vigor. The young man's face was calm, and his moves were like the most sophisticated machine control. Even if a person who did not understand martial arts could see that the young man's set of boxing skills was simply to exert his martial arts to the pinnacle, without any flaws.

"The seventh posture of Vajra Fist, the stones and the sky are shocking!"

Suddenly, the boy's feet were stumbled, and his body was as shaped like a wind, approaching a tree as thick as a bowl. He shouted softly, and at the same time punched the tree trunk.

"Click!!!"

As he punched out, the pine tree, which was as thick as a bowl, broke with a click. The falling tree crown stirred up a piece of dust. When the dust fell, the young man's figure slowly appeared, but there was no dust in his body.

"Hehe, very good. The fourth level of the Condensation Yuan Realm, the seventh style of Vajra Fist has been perfectly controlled. Now I seem to be a master!"

After looking at Cang Song who was lying on the ground, Yuan Feng smiled with satisfaction.

Three days ago, he obtained the Thousand Years of Blood Ginseng from his father. After three days, he only took a little half of the Blood Ginseng and successfully upgraded his realm to the fourth level of the Condensing Yuan Realm. The fourth level of the Condensing Yuan Realm was enough to support him to practice the seventh style of Vajra Fist.

The seventh stance of Vajra Fist is already a state that can only be controlled by the second generation of the Yuan family, but he mastered it at the fourth level of the Condensation Yuan realm, and it is definitely even better in artistic conception.

Of course, there is another important reason why he can perform the seventh posture of Vajra Fist at such a state, that is, his meridians.

As we all know, the most important thing to use powerful martial arts is naturally that the body's meridians can withstand it. According to common sense, warriors at the fourth level of the Condensation Yuan Realm have still very fragile meridians. Even if they learn powerful martial arts under chance, they may not be able to use them, because once they are used, it may be the consequence of breaking the meridians.

However, Yuan Feng is different.

After taking a large amount of spiritual plants, especially the Thousand Years of Snow Ginseng, the toughness of his meridians is probably not comparable to that of even a master at the seventh or eighth level of the Condensation Yuan Realm. This advantage is beyond the reach of no one.

"Let's try the sword technique again. Although the Vajra Fist is extremely strong, in terms of lethality, it cannot be compared with the sharp blade."

After moving his wrists, he moved his footsteps and instantly came to the open space next to him. The long sword that had been prepared was placed there. With a wave of his hand, the sword had fallen into his hand.

"Clang!!!"

When the long sword was unsheathed, he instantly merged with the sharp sword into one. In his mind, the moves of the first nine styles of Fufeng Sword Technique flashed one by one, and each style had thirty-six changes. All of this flashed through his mind like a quick look. With a move under his feet, the long sword had turned into a afterimage, and a cold light flashed in this small open space.

He has practiced this set of Fufeng sword technique countless times with the help of the Tiantian Wuling. The first eight sword moves and nearly three hundred changes were clearly engraved in his mind. In the past few days, he has practiced sword techniques in his mind all the time. In just a few days, his understanding of the sword has reached an indescribable level.

"The fifth style is like a breeze, the sixth style is like a breeze blows on the face, and the seventh style is like a wind that swepts away the clouds..."

One sword after another, his eyes flashed with light, and as his sword flew, the leaves in the forest fell one after another, and each leaf would be crushed by his sword before it could fall to the ground. With him as the center, a range of more than ten meters turned into a vacuum.

"The eighth style of the sword technique of supporting the wind is to support the willows with the wind!"

A low shout in his heart, he stabbed out with a sudden sword, and with a puff, an ancient tree was directly pierced, the sword body was shaken, the pierced ancient tree shaking, and the long sword had been pulled out.

"The ninth style of Fufeng Sword Technique, Feng Kills the World!"

The sword was pulled out, and his feet were wrong, and his body suddenly rose backwards and slashed down to the canopy of an ancient tree.

"Puff puff puff!!!"

With muffled sounds, the crown of the ancient tree became bare in the blink of an eye. In just this moment, Yuan Feng didn't know how many swords he swung, and dismembered the crown.

"Huh, the power of the sword technique is indeed extraordinary, but this thing consumes too much energy, especially since I am not strong enough now, forcing the ninth style of sword technique is like drinking poison to quench thirst."

Standing with his sword in his arms, his chest slightly fluctuated. Obviously, with his fourth level of Condensing Yuan Realm, he still had less strength to use the ninth style of Fufeng Sword Technique.

Of course, this is him. If he changes to another warrior at the fourth level of the Condensation Yuan Realm and performs the ninth style of the Fufeng Sword Technique, his meridians will break and his Yuanli will be exhausted in an instant.

"Tsk tsk, my dad only practiced the ninth style of the Fufeng Sword Technique when he was in his thirties, and I had already practiced it at the age of sixteen. If I let my dad know this, I don't know what kind of expression it would be."

When the long sword returned to the sheath, he was quite satisfied with his current realm. He practiced the fourth level of Ningyuan Realm, the seventh style of Vajra Fist, and the Fufeng Sword Technique to the ninth style. Now he is really a master in a small town like Fengtian County. You should know that among the second generation of the Yuan family, no matter whether they are direct or side-segment people, there are very few who can practice Vajra Fist to the seventh style and Fufeng Sword Technique to the ninth style.

However, he would not use the ninth style of Fufeng Sword Technique without any necessity. Once he used this move, he was confident that the entire Fengtian County could take over the number of people.

"There are another twenty days to be the autumn hunting period. Autumn hunting is a chance for me!"

In the past few days, he had heard from his servants that a few days later, the annual autumn hunting in Fengtian County was the annual autumn hunting. He was originally only at the second level of Ningyuan Realm, but now he has broken through the third level of Ningyuan Realm and above the third level of Ningyuan Realm, so he is qualified to join the autumn hunting team.

"In more than twenty days, I can completely break through to the fifth level of the Condensation Yuan Realm. At that time, I should not be a problem to deal with monsters below the fifth level. If I can get a magic crystal..." I won't talk about the monster meat. If I have good luck getting a magic crystal, then his cultivation will inevitably save a lot of time.

The magic crystal is the energy essence possessed by some talented monsters, some are similar to the martial spirits of warriors. Any monster with magic crystals will have a better future achievement than a monster without magic crystals. The preciousness of magic crystals is well known to everyone on the continent, but there are very few monsters with magic crystals. Although they are not as rare as martial spirits, it is not easy to get the magic crystals.

Shaking his head, he no longer thought about it. The autumn hunting period is still far away. At present, he should try his best to improve his strength. Only when he is strong can he gain more during the autumn hunting.

He temporarily hid the sword on an ancient tree, and then he left to the Yuan family mansion. He didn't want to be too eye-catching, and he was not his style by holding a sword to sway the market.

It was early in the morning, and the streets were still deserted. At this time, the sun was noon, and the pedestrians on the street were already bustling with people, and the sounds of buying and shouting were coming one after another, which was very lively.

"Look at it, take the dog teeth of the second-level monster tiptoe dog, take away the five gold ingots, don't miss it when you pass by!"

"The coat made of the fur of the first-level monster Firefox is just a ingot of gold, which is both warm and beautiful when worn. It's a pity to miss it!"

"Produced by Lao Lu's Blacksmith Shop, the Black Iron Sword, the rare magic weapon you can hunt monsters. The price is negotiable, first come first serve!"…………

Walking on the street, the shouts in his ears made Yuan Feng feel very peaceful. There is no traffic in this world, no car exhaust, everything is so natural and so simple. After practicing for so many days, although he did not feel bored, proper relaxation is undoubtedly more beneficial to cultivation. The combination of work and rest is the king of cultivation.

As he walked, the crowded crowded people in front attracted his gaze. With a hint of curiosity, he rushed directly towards the crowd.

I saw an old man in rags bent over, with a few red wild ginseng in front of him. Obviously, this was an ordinary person setting up a street stall.

In a small county town like Fengtian County, not everyone can fill their stomachs. Aristocratic families like the three major families do not have to worry about food and clothing, but some ordinary people who do not have a skill want to make a living. Setting up street stalls is undoubtedly a way to make a living. In this market, I wonder how many people live by digging wild ginseng and picking weeds and setting up street stalls!

"Hehe, old guy, these red ginseng plants are not old enough, how can they be worth twenty gold? One gold, I want this thing."

Opposite the old man, a well-dressed young man hugged his shoulders with his hands and curled his lips to look at the Chigan on the street stall. There were two servants beside him, both of them looked like crazy. At first glance, they naturally reminded people of two words - minions!

"Master Fang Li, these are all red ginseng of good age. In order to dig these red ginseng, my only son was buried in the belly of the monster. These red ginseng are the reliance of the old couple for the rest of their lives. I would like to ask Master Fang Li to be kind to you!"

The old man was already crying. Fang Li on the other side was the third young master of the Fang family. He had a noble status. Of course, he couldn't afford to offend an old man like him. However, these red ginsengs were his reliance on the rest of his life. Even if he offended the other party, he wouldn't care.

"Tsk tsk, old man, our young master likes your things, that's your honor. Those who know each other quickly present it with both hands. If our young master is unhappy, there will be no gold."

"That's right, I'm immortal, don't say we bully you. These broken things are worth at most a ingot of gold. I promise, this is for you. These red ginseng are now owned by our young master."

The young man named Fang Li winked at the two guards. The two of them immediately understood and stood up as they spoke. One of them threw a ingot of gold for the old man, and then forcibly wrapped the red ginseng on the ground and put it in his arms.

"Young Master Fang Li, where are you pleased!"

The old man was already in tears, and he knelt on the ground with a thud and snatched the package. His wife, who had been sick for a long time, all of them were counting on these red ginseng plants to exchange for money for treatment. Today, even if he fought for this life, he could only sacrifice his life.

"Hmph, the old guy is looking for death? This young master is rarely happy. If you discourage my interest, you can't afford to sell you." Fang Li shouted softly and said unhappily.

In Fengtian County, Fang Li, the third young master of the Fang family, has always been the same, and no one has ever dared to bargain with him. What is the reason? If he reasoned, he would not be the third young master of the Fang family.

"I'm old, don't you let go?"

Seeing that his young master was unhappy, the two servants stopped hesitating and simply took action and snatched the package from the old man.

"Tsk tsk, the third young master of the Fang family, he actually forced himself to buy and sell in broad daylight. He really lost all the face of the Fang family!"

Just as Fang Li's two servants took action to snatch the old man's package, a chuckle came, and a young figure walked out of the crowd and came to the field.
Chapter completed!