The red jade blood marrow crystal pillar is one foot and five feet high. It is a special crystal for testing profound energy cultivation.
The person being tested holds the bottom of the crystal pillar and pours mysterious energy into it. The crystal starts to change color from the bottom. The higher the level of cultivation, the higher the color change. A strong martial artist can penetrate five feet with one breath, causing the entire crystal pillar to change color.
, as a result, the crystal pillar can no longer be restored, so this testing tool can only be used for the determination of profound energy below the level of a great martial artist.
Feng Ziyue walked forward slowly, sat down cross-legged in front of the crystal pillar, stretched out his right hand, and held the bottom.
This red jade blood marrow crystal pillar left him with memories of shame.
"Xuanqi cultivation, none!" - That was the test result of the first year. He looked at the crystal pillar in front of him in disbelief without even a single ripple, his face turned red and his heart went blank.
Behind him, there were the disappointed eyes of his grandfather and the pitying eyes of his mother - of course, there were more disdainful glances and comments from the tribesmen.
"This kid is a bastard... Why is the young master's son so bad..."
"It goes without saying, otherwise why would the young master leave home?"
"This kind of trash, after practicing Xuan Qi for a year, he doesn't even have the basic level of Xuan Qi? It's trash!"
These cold words were like swords thrown at his back. Feng Ziyue still remembered that he bit his lower lip and the salty taste of blood was unforgettable.
The next year, during the third test, he finally broke through the first level of profound energy, but he did not receive any other form of encouragement except from his mother and sister.
After the age of thirteen, every test he took was at the level of the second level of Xuanqi Basics. As the old man no longer paid attention to him, the sarcasm from the tribe became more and more sharp and obvious, even outright insults.
Every time he went to the martial arts training ground, he would always be chased away by older children. If he refused to leave, he would be beaten severely.
In the past few years, before this red jade blood marrow crystal pillar, he did not know how much humiliation he had endured.
But today, all the shameful past must be changed!
He hugged Yuan Shouyi, took a deep breath, shouted loudly, and sent out a steady stream of profound energy, pouring it into the red jade blood marrow crystal pillar!
The light shines brightly!
Everyone who was watching seemed to have a blur in front of their eyes. The red jade blood marrow crystal column seemed to suddenly flash with a dazzling light, but when they looked carefully, there was no change.
"Haha!" There was a sneer from the crowd.
"The momentum was quite big, but unfortunately the thunder was loud and the rain was small..."
The red jade blood marrow crystal pillar has not responded yet, and those ignorant villains can't help but jump out to show their ignorance.
However, people with slightly higher cultivation levels, including Martial Master Feng Tianhe and Chief Steward Leng Kai, as well as several elders who had reached the realm of great martial arts masters, all frowned and watched, their expressions changing dramatically, as if they were waiting for the next change.
The crystal pillars are shining, this is a special phenomenon that cannot be evoked by people with low spiritual energy.
Feng Ziyue silently held the bottom of the crystal pillar. He regarded the ridicule coming from behind as just air and did not pay attention to it at all. He is the sword god thirty years later and is no longer the young man who can be easily hit.
, he has enough confidence.
The bottom of the crystal column gradually turned purple.
Several elders said softly "Hey".
During the test, the color of the crystal pillars is closely related to the Kungfu practiced. For example, the color of the Zheng family's Fiery Divine Kung Fu is basically bright red; while the color of the Luan family's Mahamudra Kung Fu is basically bright red.
It is a light dark gold color. Although the Feng family's Yin Feng Jue has many variations and the color is slightly different, it is generally within the range of blue and green.
The color purple has never been seen before, and it is certain that the technique this boy practices is not Yin Feng Jue Yilu.
Some gloomy elders originally thought that the master of the family, Feng Tianhe, secretly taught and cultivated this grandson, but now it seems that this boy's kung fu may not have been taught by Feng Tianhe.
Feng Tianhe had already determined that Feng Ziyue's skills came from his mother, so when he saw this eye-catching purple color, although he was a little surprised, he didn't take it seriously.
The purple color does not spread very quickly. Within the transparent crystal pillar, it is like a slowly spreading mist, floating in the shape of strands, slowly rising up minute by minute.
Half an inch.
One inch.
Two inches.
One foot.
Two feet.
Three feet!
The sound of ridicule gradually subsided, and everyone could see that this level would continue to rise.
The red jade blood marrow crystal pillar, the higher it goes, the harder it is to change color. When tested by a master at the level of a great martial artist, the difference is just one inch higher.
At the low end, it's much larger.
Five feet is the peak of the foundation of Xuan Qi, reaching the realm of a martial artist.
Nine feet is the realm of martial arts.
One foot and two feet is the realm of a martial artist.
At one foot and four feet, you have reached the realm of a great martial artist. When the realm of a great martial artist reaches its peak, you can rush to the top of the red jade blood marrow crystal pillar. If you take another step, you will become a martial master!
The three-foot-high purple energy was floating in the air, proving that Feng Ziyue's realm had far exceeded the realm of the second level of Xuanqi Basics tested three months ago, and was almost at least around the fifth level.
The key is that the rising momentum of purple energy has not stopped yet.
Feng Zixiao sneered, but the laughter was already a little dry, "Even if the waste is slightly improved, it is still waste!"
Feng Tianhe glanced at him sullenly. The old man really couldn't love this grandson who didn't understand current affairs. How could he still not see the situation clearly even now?
Feng Ziyue chuckled and did not respond, but the purple energy was still rising slowly.
Four feet.
Four feet five inches.
Five feet!
The realm of martial arts!
Many people have already exclaimed!
Unfortunately, three months ago, Feng Ziyue was only at the second level of Xuan Qi!
Only three months later, he actually broke through to the martial arts realm?
This speed of progress is really unbelievable. If he is a top genius, how come he is still stuck at the second level of Xuan Qi for four whole years?
It's really hard to understand.
Feng Ziyue turned around and smiled at Feng Zixiao.
"Why are you laughing!" Feng Zixiao was furious, "Trash, do you think martial arts disciples are so great? Among the three generations of disciples of our Feng family, there are already more than a dozen martial arts disciples! If you want to surpass me, in the next life
Bar!"
He is the pinnacle of martial arts, the leader of the third generation of the Feng family, the pride of his grandfather, and the unique genius of the Feng family!
In this position, there is no room for provocation from this useless bastard!
Feng Ziyue smiled lightly, turned around, and continued to face the purple energy that was still rising.
Six feet.
Seven feet!
Eight feet!
Cold sweat broke out on Feng Zixiao's forehead. He shook his head in panic, "No... this is impossible!"
How could a person who was at the second level of basic Xuanqi cultivation three months ago surpass the seventh level of martial arts and approach the peak realm?
Feng Tianhe also suddenly stood up, in disbelief!
Yesterday, he personally tested the profound energy in Feng Ziyue's body. At that time, it was clear that he was only a middle-level martial artist, with no more than five or six levels of kung fu at most. How could he...