Boom! On the yellow sand all over the sky, a sand ant rushed up from the ground.
Ye Feng's body was moving, his feet kicked violently on the yellow sand ground, and his body quickly ejected, stretched out his right hand, clasped his palm into a fist, and the faint fighting spirit quickly gathered on his right hand, and the entire right fist surface was immediately covered with a faint golden light.
"Gold-breaking Fist!"
With a loud shout, Ye Feng's figure quickly flashed to the front of the sand ant, and his right fist blasted out fiercely.
A faint golden light condensed into a fist, shining with a unique golden light in the yellow sand all over the sky, hitting the sand ant heavily.
Bang! Before he could react, the sand ant was hit by the broken gold fist. Under the bombardment of the powerful golden light, his entire body was blown away and exploded into several pieces in the air and scattered around him.
"hey-hey!"
He stepped heavily on the ground, raised the yellow sand in the sky, and Ye Feng pulled the corner of his mouth and a smile appeared on his face.
"The power of the Broken Gold Fist is indeed not bad, it is worthy of being a high-level metal martial arts at the Xuan-level." Looking at the sand ant that was dismembered, Ye Feng smacked his lips. According to his previous power of the Breaking Fist, he definitely could not reach this level. The power of the Broken Gold Fist was obvious, much stronger than the Breaking Fist.
Bang bang bang! Under the surrounding yellow sand, a large number of sand ants rushed out quickly and rushed towards Ye Feng without fear.
The fighting energy in his body was circulating. Ye Feng hit his left palm with his right fist. A flash of light in his eyes, and a small vortex of air appeared under his feet. His body flashed in place and suddenly appeared beside a sand ant. A golden light flashed on his raised right fist, which knocked the sand ant out and split into pieces in the air.
He turned sideways slightly and avoided the attack beside him. The red light lit up in the heart of his left palm, and he slapped a sand ant beside him. The sand ant screamed, and the back of his spine was already roasted, and a faint smell of meat spread.
“There are too many!”
Ye Feng muttered slightly. In this huge desert, although many sand ants died under Ye Feng's hands every day, the number did not decrease at all, and each sand ants had no crystal core, which made Ye Feng, who wanted to take this opportunity to make a fortune, depressed for a lot of time and thankless.
However, it is not without gains. In the process of practicing the Golden Breaking Fist, there will be no shortage of demon beasts that can be tested. Every time the Dou Qi is input into the talisman, it will come here. When Ye Feng arrives, the tornado will start to start. After an hour, the protective aperture will inevitably be broken, allowing Ye Feng to face the endless sand ants. This allows Ye Feng to have enough monsters to practice, and the Golden Breaking Fist will be practiced successfully by Ye Feng soon.
Boom! He punched a sand ant away again. A light flashed in Ye Feng's eyes and he shook his head: "The Dou Qi is almost restored, it's time to go back."
As soon as the spiritual sense moved, the light yellow talisman suddenly appeared in his hand. When the Dou Qi was inputted into it, a faint yellow light lit up, and Ye Feng's figure quickly disappeared from the spot.
The sand ants rushing around were rushing into the air at the same time, colliding together, screaming in pain. When they separated and looked for Ye Feng's figure, there was no trace of Ye Feng in the empty desert. They searched for a puzzled search. The sand ants scattered and entered the ground one after another, and the desert returned to peace again.
In the Will Condensation Tower, there was a staircase winding like a long snake. On one of the steps, a faint yellow light flashed, and Ye Feng's figure appeared on the steps.
"The road is still long!" Ye Feng raised his head, murmured softly, and raised his right foot firmly. A faint light suddenly appeared on the stairs, wrapping Ye Feng's right foot in it, constantly pulling to prevent Ye Feng from moving forward.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Ye Feng's strength suddenly burst out. His raised right foot instantly broke free from the constraints and stepped calmly on the next step.
He raised his left foot, pulled it up from the light, and stepped heavily on the steps.
Boom! A stronger will appeared instantly and rushed into Ye Feng's mind.
"Break!" Ye Feng gently spit out a syllable from his mouth, and his powerful will exerts force, driving out the will that invades his mind.
Standing calmly, Ye Feng stretched his muscles and bones, felt relieved all over, and laughed: "There are new changes every day, and his body is adapting to the invasion of this constraint and will. It seems that it is not difficult to step on this ten thousand steps!"
As the Xuan-level advanced martial arts Jinsha Fist was refined by Ye Feng, a week passed. Every day, Ye Feng would spend some time practicing Jinsha Fist, and the rest of his time was to cultivate and restore the fighting spirit. When his will was impacted and became exhausted, he stopped to restore his energy and replenish his consumed will.
"The first thousand steps!"
Ye Feng shouted loudly, and a huge force burst out. The faint light on the stairs could not restrain Ye Feng's steps at all. He took another step and landed on the first thousand steps.
"It's getting harder and harder!" Ye Feng looked up at the stairs that were still endless, clenched his fists, and a confident smile appeared on his face: "But I'm also improving!"
In the Will Condensation Tower, endless cultivation continued. In order to improve his strength, Ye Feng resisted the boredom of the cultivation journey and went back and forth alone in the Will Condensation Tower and the majestic desert. After the fighting spirit was consumed, he would practice cross-legged on the ladder. After the power was used up, he would practice in the desert. When the will was consumed, he would practice in the desert, exercise his reaction ability, and fight fiercely with countless sand ants. This is the practice of fighting.
With endless cultivation, Ye Feng is just a fourteen-year-old boy. After these few months of cultivation, Ye Feng will grow into a fifteen-year-old boy.
Over the Will Condensation Tower, Lu Zhenqun looked at the Will Condensation Tower intently, and his eyes seemed to pass through the iron tower and land on the young man who was walking upwards with difficulty.
A faint ripples rippled in the void, and another figure suddenly appeared in the air, which was Yu Longxiang.
Lu Zhenqun smiled and said, "You are here!"
There was a faint smile on Yu Longxiang's face: "It has become a necessity for Lu Bo to come once a day."
Lu Zhenqun stroked the white beard with a gratified smile on his face: "Such diligent Ye Feng let me see your shadow back then. Although he was the first genius of the Wushang Empire, he worked unexpectedly."
Yu Longxiang's eyes shot towards the iron tower and smiled faintly: "Ye Feng's achievements will inevitably surpass me. With such cultivation, Ye Feng's mind has grown a lot. He is constantly transforming and can go further on the road of cultivation."
Lu Zhenqun laughed: "I hope so!"
Yu Longxiang also had a smile on his face, a faint remembrance in his eyes, and he sighed softly and said, "The eighth thousand step is here!"
"There is already a little bit of force from the Martial King, although it is only a little bit, but it still seems too difficult for a middle-level martial artist." Lu Zhenqun looked at the iron tower intently. On the eighth thousand step staircase, a boy in black fell on the stairs. Although he was covered in sweat, there was an excited smile on his face.
"Cultivation is actually an attitude!" Lu Zhenqun sighed slightly, swung his sleeves, and took a step forward in his body, leaving only a shadow, slowly disappearing in the air.
"It's true!" Yu Longxiang smiled faintly, his eyes swept across the tower, and he whispered to himself: "Ye Feng, I look forward to your growth."
Before he finished speaking, Yu Longxiang took a step, his figure flashed in the air and slowly disappeared.
Inside the will condensation tower.
Although he was extremely tired, Ye Feng was extremely energetic, with his eyes shining brightly, and his eyes were staring at the stairs above.
"Hehe! The eighth thousand step is here!"
A smile appeared on Ye Feng's mouth. The boring years of cultivation did not erase Ye Feng's passion. After the successful practice of the Broken Gold Fist, Ye Feng began to attack the ten thousand steps with all his strength, firmly stepped forward step by step, and moved towards the peak step by step.
"Ha ha!"
Ye Feng laughed happily, and his whole body suddenly burst out. He shouted loudly, raised his right foot, broke free from the shackles of light, and landed on the 801st step. The strength of his left foot suddenly exploded and followed.
As soon as his left foot stepped on, an extremely powerful will suddenly appear and rushed into Ye Feng's mind in an instant. An extremely huge will hovered in Ye Feng's mind: "Get down! Go down!"
The unparalleled will seemed to be irresistible, full of a kingly aura, and its pressure was unparalleled, hitting Ye Feng's mind hard.
Holding the severe pain in his mind, Ye Feng reached out to cover his head, quickly organized defense in his mind, and his will built a line of defense in his mind, constantly resisting the impact of this huge will.
Bang bang bang! There seemed to be huge waves in Ye Feng's mind, and his huge will was like a tide, striking wave after wave, and waves hit Ye Feng's will.
His teeth were almost broken, and Ye Feng's eyes were red, and he desperately resisted the impact of his will.
After about five minutes, this huge will retreated from Ye Feng's mind and slowly dispersed.
Huh! Just as this powerful will had just dissipated, Ye Feng's whole body suddenly collapsed, and his whole body seemed to be fished out from a well.
After a long time, Ye Feng breathed a deep breath: "It's time to continue practicing!"
When the fighting spirit is exhausted, it is the best time to practice. The extreme physical and mental fatigue makes Ye Feng urge to fall asleep directly. To endure the boundless sleepiness, Ye Feng sat cross-legged, quickly formed seals with his hands, and began to practice.
A ray of light sprinkled down from the top of the Will Condensation Tower and shone on the boy in black. It seemed to have taken off a tender face, and his expression was extremely firm.