C18 Blood Qi Rushing to the Body

Zhao Tianle brought a few members of the Zhao Family with him, holding a book in his hand. According to the records in the book, he meticulously placed the medicinal herbs into the pot one by one.

"Qi Condensation Powder" was a low-grade Yellow Rank Pill, and its grade was very low. Normally, small families would have the ability to brew it. Of course, if there was a shopkeeper with the goatee, Zhang, in charge, the entire process would be much easier. Unfortunately, Zhang had been angered by Zhao Tianle, so he could only personally take the lead.

A middle-aged man dressed in black stood on the stairs. This man had a square nose and wide eyes, a dignified appearance, and a tall body that exuded an indescribable power. It was as if a volcano was about to erupt. If he didn't move, it would be fine, but if he moved, the mountains would collapse and the earth would crack.

This person was Ye Feng's father's sworn brother, the Manor Lord of Zhao Family Manor, Zhao Dapeng. His cultivation had reached the last level of the Martial Warrior Stage, the Clear Heart Stage.

"Tianle, there are a lot of precious herbs in this batch of medicinal herbs. I believe that the effect of the Qi Condensation Powder will definitely be extraordinary. You did well!" Looking at the list of medicinal herbs, Zhao Dapeng nodded his head in satisfaction.

Zhao Tianle took three steps forward and said flatteringly, "This matter concerns the young master's martial arts cultivation. How could I dare to slack off? Young master only needs to take the Qi Condensation Powder and he will be able to break through from the fourth level of the Blood Exchange Stage to the fifth level. In this way, in a month's time, the Flying Cloud Sect will open its sect and accept disciples. I'm afraid that young master will have a good opportunity …"

"You have a heart, but if you want to pass the Flying Cloud Sect's examination, your cultivation at the fifth level of Qi Transformation Stage is still too weak." Closing the list, Zhao Dapeng shook his head lightly.

Zhao Lun's five Martial Veins cultivation talent was much stronger than Zhao Dapeng's, but if he wanted to stand out, how could he stay in a poor village like the Zhao Family Manor?

He had to join the sect.

A month later, one of the three first-grade sects in the prefecture, the "Flying Cloud Sect", would open its recruitment. It was said that this time, they would recruit five people in the Bali City. Zhao Dapeng felt that this was an opportunity. However, the Chen, Liu, and Wang three great martial arts families in the city had a much stronger foundation than the Zhao Family Manor. When the three families combined, there were more than ten people who were at the age suitable for the Qi Transformation Stage. Zhao Lun wanted to stand out among these Son of Aristocratic Family, but his current cultivation was far from enough.

But at this moment, Zhao Dapeng did not have much worry on his face. It was obvious that he had a plan.

"Wait here. Once the Pill is ready, immediately send it in. The more you take the Qi Condensation Powder, the more effective it will be. If it is left for too long, the medicinal effect will dissipate." The refining of the pill would take an entire night, and it had only just begun. After looking at the big pot that was filled with hot air, Zhao Dapeng cautiously warned.

"Manor Lord, don't worry. I will definitely not bat an eyelid and help Manor Lord take care of this matter." Zhao Tianle patted his chest and promised.

"En, do your best. When Lun'er becomes a disciple of the Flying Cloud Sect, my Zhao Family will definitely shake the entire Bali City. At that time, we will rise to the top, and perhaps we will even become the fourth family of the Bali City." Speaking up to this point, Zhao Dapeng's eyes suddenly became stern, and his tone changed. His tone was filled with killing intent, "However, the key to making things happen is to let Lun'er enter the Qi Transformation Stage as soon as possible. Whoever dares to spoil this matter will have their heads fall!"

"Yes, yes, yes …" Zhao Tianle twisted his fat body and couldn't help but shiver.

Only then did Manor Lord nod his head in a dignified manner, turned around and pushed open the door to the side room.

Zhao Lun was meditating in seclusion in this room. To Zhao Lun, stepping into the Qi Transformation Stage was the most important thing at the moment. Only by stepping into this step would he have the qualifications to compete with the Son of Aristocratic Family in the county city in a month's time.

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While the Zhao Family's courtyard was bustling with the activity of brewing medicine, Ye Feng had already returned to the Great Black Forest.

At this moment, his face, including his skin, was as red as blood. There was a faint red blood energy surging above his head. Looking from afar, it seemed as if there was hot steam rolling out from it.

This was a sign that would only appear when one cultivated to the fourth level of the Martial Warrior Realm, Blood Exchange Stage.

The blood in his body was almost boiling as it crazily surged through his meridians, causing Ye Feng to feel as if his entire body was about to explode.

Blood Exchange was not as simple as he had imagined. In this process, the blood would turn into Blood Essence, and his energy would overflow. The blood energy would instantly become several times stronger. Once the defense of the body could not be controlled, it would be dangerous to even squeeze the skin and cause the body to explode.

After all, Ye Feng had not cultivated for long. Although his strength was very strong, his physique had not reached the standard to be promoted, causing him to encounter trouble in his first cultivation.

He had to release the excess energy. After taking a deep breath, Ye Feng stood up.

Gah gah!

The bones emitted a crisp sound, and an uncontrollable aura burst out, as if it could not withstand the pressure and was about to fall apart.

Taking a few steps forward, Ye Feng clenched his teeth and punched out at a small tree that was as thick as a bowl.

The small tree swayed unceasingly, and the leaves danced in all directions.

With another two kicks, the ground was kicked up with a pile of broken stones.

However, this result was not enough to satisfy Ye Feng. He felt that the energy he had consumed was far less than the energy he had converted. If he were to delay for a moment longer, his body would not be able to withstand it anymore.

What should I do?

His mind spun crazily. Suddenly, a bright light flashed in his mind.

Clenching his teeth, the Hundred Beast King Fist, which was said to be a Xuan-rank martial skill, appeared in his hand. Ye Feng quickly flipped to the first page.

There was only a human figure drawn on it. His left leg was stretched forward, his right knee bent, and his body leaned forward. His back was like a bow, and his hands were raised on both sides of his head like a pair of horns.

Hundred Beast King Fist, First Style: Barbarian Ox Submitting to the Earth.

Ye Feng did as the picture said. Immediately, Ye Feng felt his body being torn apart, but the blood that flowed unceasingly in his body seemed to have been cushioned, causing the surging feeling to dissipate quite a bit.

It was useful!

Ye Feng was slightly happy in his heart. He endured the pain and held his breath for a few breaths, then he punched out consecutively with his fists above his head.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the pine tree that was as thick as a calf in front of him snapped.

Ye Feng was shocked.

This explosive force was more than twice as strong as before. Could it be that this martial skill really belonged to the Xuan class? No wonder that unruly girl said that he didn't have the ability to cultivate and use it.

However, this was not the time to think about this. After exercising for a while, he retracted his fist and started practicing again.

The first move, "Brute Bull Submerging."

The second move, "Profound Turtle Pulling Mountains."

The third move, "Old Bear Clutching Its Shoulders."

The entire book recorded twelve moves, but after practicing the first three moves, Ye Feng was unable to draw the figure of the crane with its wings as profound as the person in the picture. It was just a flowery show without any power.

It seemed that his realm was not high enough.

Ye Feng did not force himself. Originally, he cultivated martial skills in order to consume the excess blood and Qi in his body. At this moment, there was no more feeling of cracking in his body, so his goal was achieved.

He repeatedly practiced the first three moves of the fist technique. He did not know how many times he had practiced it, but the bones and muscles in his entire body were like seedlings that had been watered by the spring rain, growing strong and healthy.