Peerless Martial Soul

The Golden Body Art is the most precious cultivation treasure of the Vajra Sect. Only the most talented and outstanding disciples can be taught it. In the entire Vajra Sect, there are less than ten people who are qualified to practice the Golden Body Art.

The Golden Body Art can be practiced from the peak of the acquired ninth level, but this does not mean that its level is very low. On the contrary, the level of the Golden Body Art cannot be defined, and one can practice from the peak of the acquired ninth level to the twelfth level of the Shenmen Realm.

This shows that the level of the Golden Body Art is at least the level of the eighth and ninth yellow level.

The Vajra Sect is the best at body training among the ten sects, so the Golden Body Art can almost be said to be the best body training method among the ten sects in Danyang County. Chen Feng cannot find a better one.

But he knew that he must not let anyone know that he practiced the Golden Body Art. If the Vajra Sect found out that he practiced the Vajra Sect magic secretly, they would definitely not let it go, and would even come to him and demand that his power be revoked!

So he wanted to find a way to hide it.

It is best if the effect is similar to that of the Golden Body Art.

Soon, Chen Feng found it.

Huang-level sixth-grade body-forging martial arts, golden-armored tiger technique.

After the body training method is completed, the person will be as if he is covered in golden armor and will not be afraid of blows.

Chen Feng put away all four secret books.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side: "Boy, bring me your secret book."

Chen Feng thought he was talking about himself, so he looked sideways, but saw that it was not directed at him.

A tall and thin young man of 27 or 27 years old wearing a blue shirt was staring at a young man in a purple robe and scolding him sternly.

"Boy, you don't know how to be respectful when you meet a senior senior brother. I want to see the secret book in your hand. Hand it over to me quickly!" the skinny young man with a wretched appearance shouted.

The purple-robed boy gave him a cold look and said nothing. He lowered his head and continued to read the secret book, as if he thought he was a transparent person.

The skinny young man felt that he had been humiliated. He grabbed the purple-robed young man by the collar and shouted sternly: "Baby, I asked you a question, didn't you hear?"

In the martial arts pavilion, Gang Qi cannot be used, but the skinny young man feels that he can easily tear the purple-robed boy to pieces with his physical strength alone.

He is a senior brother and has been training for more than three years.

As for the little boy in front of him, he could tell by his age that he had just entered the inner sect.

But he found that he was wrong, very wrong.

The young man in purple robe easily grabbed his wrist, twisted it lightly, and broke his arm. The bones were pierced, and he screamed in pain.

He stared at the purple-robed boy in shock and horror: "How dare you attack me? I'm your senior brother!"

The young man in purple robe sneered: "It's no fun to fight in a small way. If you want to take action, then make a fight. In a month's time, we will see you on the stage of life and death! Do you dare?"

The skinny young man said sinisterly: "Okay! I am the Inner Sect Middle Court, Zhao Hu!"

The young man in purple robe said proudly: "The new disciple of the inner sect, Yang Jingtian from the lower court!"

The place where the new disciples are located is called the lower courtyard, and there is the middle courtyard above, which is where the disciples who have entered the inner sect for two to five years live.

There is also the Upper Court above, where the more senior inner sect disciples with more than five years of qualifications live.

Chen Feng remembered it and thought to himself: "No wonder he looks so familiar. It turns out to be Yang Jingtian, who is number one on the rookie list this year. I have met him twice before."

"Are you Yang Jingtian?" When the skinny young man Zhao Hu heard this, his expression immediately changed, with a look of fear on his face.

Yang Jingtian, the first level in the Shenmen Realm, the first on the newcomer list, extremely talented, and he comes from a famous family.

With strength, background, and talent, he is definitely not someone he can mess with.

Hao Hui loves to bully those who are weaker than him, but he never dares to provoke those who are stronger than him.

His face was uncertain, and he was obviously thinking about something.

Someone next to him snickered in a low voice: "Zhao Hu is a scum with low strength. He is considered to be at the lower reaches of our middle court. He only enjoys bullying new disciples. Every year when new disciples come in, he is happiest. He often deliberately Looking for trouble and bullying new disciples."

"Although he is a shameless scum, he is ruthless in his attacks. Yesterday, he was looking for trouble to teach a new disciple a lesson. He beat that person until all his limbs were broken and his bones were crushed into powder. Unless he has a very good elixir, otherwise You won’t be able to practice anymore.”

"He is from the Zhao family, one of the many aristocratic families in our Qianyuan Sect. Although he is a scum, he also knows not to provoke powerful people. He only bullies the weak, so he has never offended anyone. Really powerful people are too lazy to deal with him."

"He has extremely poor talent. He has been practicing for three years and has not yet entered the second level. Although his martial spirit has awakened, it is still an ordinary martial spirit. There is no way he can be the opponent number one on the newcomer list."

When everyone mentioned him, they looked down upon him with disdain, obviously looking down on him.

Hearing what the people around him said, Zhao Hu's face became even more ashamed and angry. He took a deep breath and suddenly turned around and left.

Obviously, he gave up and did not dare to fight Yang Jingtian.

There was a burst of ridicule from the crowd, and Zhao Hu suddenly stared at Chen Feng and said viciously: "Little bastard, what are you laughing at?"