Pushing the Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

"Run!"

Someone screamed, pale-faced, and fled desperately.

The fluctuations of the Holy Weapons swept over. Although they were not targeting them, they could easily be affected. Even a warrior of the ninth level of the Martial King could not control the power of the Holy Weapons.

The mighty fluctuations of the Holy Weapons swept from a distance, the clouds collapsed, and the world was shaking.

"Lend me the Holy Weapons!"

Feng Hua's expression also changed. Only the Holy Weapons could compete with the Holy Weapons. Even a warrior of the ninth level of the Martial King would die against the Holy Weapons.

Wei Fan turned his wrist, and the dragon-patterned gilded bottle appeared in his hand and handed it to Feng Hua.

He wanted to summon the Human Emperor Bell to kill them all, but he held back. The Human Emperor Bell was too strange and was not a weapon.

There were many people and eyes here. If you can't kill them all, don't use it unless you have no choice. After all, this is not a wasteland, and there are too many strong people.

"You protect yourself!"

After Fenghua took the dragon-patterned gilded bottle, she rushed to the great elder of Zhilan Sect.

"If you don't want to die, leave!"

While Wei Fan shouted to remind the people around him, he took out Guangling Sect's holy sword again and held it in his hand. He was not at ease with Fenghua.

Fenghua was only the seventh level of Wu Wang, while the great elder of Zhilan Sect was a top warrior of the ninth level of Wu Wang. Fenghua was probably not his opponent.

Boom!

The dragon-patterned gilded bottle rapidly enlarged and floated above Fenghua's head. The monstrous fluctuations of the holy weapon also began to spread.

The huge bottle mouth was as deep as a black hole. The bottle body emitted thousands of feet of light and began to gather towards the bottle mouth.

Wei Fan wanted to rush up to help, but found that he could not get close to Fenghua at all.

The power of the seventh level of Wu Wang's cultivation to activate the holy weapon was not comparable to that of his, so he could only retreat with Guangling Sect's holy weapon to protect himself.

"Dragon pattern gilded bottle? How can they have the dragon pattern gilded bottle of the Crane Clan?"

A martial king looked at the dragon pattern gilded bottle on Fenghua's head in shock. Those who knew knew that the dragon pattern gilded bottle was a weapon of the Black Crane Clan, and outsiders could not have it.

"This is just a holy-level dragon pattern gilded bottle, obviously a replica, and it may have been taken after killing the strong men of the Crane Clan."

"No matter whether it is a replica or not, run for your life. In the battle between holy soldiers, those who fight may not die, but those who watch the excitement may die!"

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All the people who watched the excitement were running for their lives, away from the place of the battle. Zhilan City in the distance had already raised a large formation to protect the entire city.

"Grand Elder, don't hurt her!"

The mayor of Zhilan City, whose arm was shattered by Fenghua before, shouted in the distance, his expression changed drastically.

But it was too late. The huge gun shadow penetrated the sky and the earth, exuding a repressive and desperate atmosphere, as if the sky was falling, sweeping towards Wei Fan and Fenghua with the momentum of destroying everything.

Fenghua's black hair danced wildly, and his whole body was radiant. His strength was like a tide pouring into the dragon-patterned gilded bottle, trying his best to revive the holy weapon.

With his seventh-level martial king cultivation, it was still difficult to activate the holy weapon, but he didn't have to burn his life.

"Buzz..."

The dragon-patterned gilded bottle suddenly made a huge tremor, and the bottle body shook wildly.

Boom!

The next moment, a bright beam of light burst out from the mouth of the bottle and hit the huge gun shadow.

The holy soldiers clashed!

In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. The land within a radius of more than ten miles rose up like a dragon, and it was directly shattered. Many people who didn't have time to retreat had their eyes rolled back on the spot, and fell from the sky powerlessly. It was unknown whether they were killed or fainted by the fluctuations of the holy soldiers' clash. It seemed as if dumplings were falling in the sky.

"Buzz..."

Faced with such a horrifying scene, Wei Fan, who was closest to the scene, decisively gave up using Guangling Sect's holy soldiers to protect his body, and instead secretly summoned the Human Emperor Bell to his body surface to isolate the aftermath of the destruction.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the sky suddenly broke apart, the space shattered, and a dark and empty world was revealed in the midst of everyone's horror.

The battle between the two top masters, which activated the holy soldiers, actually broke the sky and pierced through the space. Although it was not a fight between martial saints, it was not much different.

Everyone was stunned. The holy soldiers were really destructive in the hands of such strong men.

In the distance, Zhilan City was shaken and swept by the destructive waves. The light curtain of the formation was shattered in the first time. Many people fainted on the spot. Fortunately, they were too far away, and with the protection of the formation, no major casualties were caused.

In fact, this was also the result of Fenghua deliberately directing the power fluctuations in other directions.

"Puff..."

Her face was as white as paper, and blood spurted from her mouth.

The seventh-level Martial King used the Dragon Pattern Gilded Bottle to fight against the Great Elder of Zhilan Sect, but it was still too much for her. Her body was weak and flew across the void.

Of course, the Great Elder of Zhilan Sect did not gain much advantage. He also spurted blood from his mouth and flew back.

There is no winner in the battle of holy weapons. Whether it is the seventh-level Martial King or the ninth-level Martial King, holy weapons are a force beyond their scope for them. Even the strong men of the ninth-level Martial King cannot suppress the backlash of the battle of holy weapons.

Wei Fan was covered in golden light. He rushed forward with the destructive wave and hugged Feng Hua around the waist. He found that she was almost fainted and almost couldn't hold the Dragon Pattern Gilded Bottle.

"Hurry up, there is more than one holy weapon in Zhilan Sect!" Feng Hua reminded Wei Fan in a weak voice.

Wei Fan didn't know Zhilan Sect, but she knew that Zhilan Sect had existed for more than ten thousand years and had produced more than one or two martial saints, so there were more than one holy weapon in the hands of the Great Elder.

Although both are holy sects, Guangling Sect and Xuanhe Sect cannot be compared with Zhilan Sect at all, and are not even on the same level.

If we don't take advantage of this opportunity to leave, three or four Martial King Ninth Level warriors carrying holy weapons may arrive soon. It will be difficult to leave at that time.

boom!

Without saying a word, Wei Fan used the power of his will to roll up the dragon-patterned gilt bottle, and it flashed across the sky like a bolt of thunder with magnificence.

There was a terrifying energy rising in the direction of Zhilan Sect, and several figures appeared in the sky, catching the retreating elder.

"If you want to leave after hurting someone, what kind of place is Dang Zhilan Sect?"

The figure with a terrifying aura shouted and chased in the direction where Wei Fan and Feng Hua disappeared, but was quickly stopped by the Great Elder.

"Why don't you pursue them? If they dare to act recklessly in Zhilan Sect, they will never be spared." A strong man looked at the great elder in confusion, with murderous intent rising into the sky.

In many years, this was the first time that Zhilan Sect was provoked like this. Not only did they kill the core disciples at the door, but they also injured the lord and chief elder of Zhilan City.

"Don't be reckless. Revenge is not difficult. These two young men have holy soldiers. Find out the origin first. Don't kill the beings you can't afford to offend."

Wei Fan and Feng Hua had terrifying cultivation skills at a young age, and they had holy weapons at their hands, so they suppressed him.

Although the Zhilan Sect is strong, there are many forces that it cannot afford to offend. Face is important, but you should not offend people you cannot afford to offend. The most important thing is that now that the Zhilan Sect's martial saint has gone to the wasteland, you must be careful in everything you do.

As he spoke, he looked at the city lord of Zhilan City in the distance: "Why don't you come here and tell us what's going on."

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"If we don't come after you, your injury can't be delayed!"

A little while later, Wei Fan landed in a mountain with Fenghua, found a cave on the cliff and got into it.

Fenghua's injuries were more serious than he thought. After all, the person he fought against was the Great Elder of the Zhilan Sect. Anyone who could take the position of the Great Elder must have been a monster when he was young.

"Don't worry about healing, I'll protect you!"

After Fenghua sat down, he took out the refined formation flag and began to arrange the formation to isolate the aura. This formation was learned from his mastery of Guangling Zongwu Sheng's formation. Once it was deployed, even if the opponent collected their aura, It is also impossible to sense where they are based on their breath.

Fenghua nodded, sat cross-legged on the ground and began to heal his wounds. Wei Fan also found a place to sit down.

"The cultivation level is still too low. There are too many strong people outside the wasteland!"

He didn't look very good. The first battle after leaving the wasteland ended with him and Feng Hua escaping. This was the first time this happened to him along the way.

Although there is still the trump card of the Human Emperor Bell that has not been used, this just shows that he is in such a mess that he has to worry twice about even using the Human Emperor Bell.

When he was in the wasteland, how could he have such worries? If he couldn't defeat him, he would summon the Human Emperor Bell to kill him.

It's all because he is too weak. The second level of the Martial King is an unparalleled power to ordinary people, but to the whole world, he is still an ant-like existence.

It's just a Zhilan Sect, with a bunch of Martial Kings, three or four holy weapons, and a strong Martial Saint alive.

Zhilan Sect is not the strongest in the entire Beiding Continent. There are several sects like Zhilan Sect. Outside of Beiding Continent, there are more such sects and even stronger ones.

This is also where he has concerns. He tries his best to use his trump cards to save his life in times of crisis, and to avenge himself later.

"Then improve!"

He glanced at Fenghua, who was already in the state, and took out the panel.

[Three Emperors Sutra·Second Level of King Wu]

[Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm·Second Transformation]

[Five Emperors Fist (Introduction)]

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[Normal power: 530,000 years]

[King Wu’s Power: 1300 Years]

On the first day he left the wasteland, he broke through the second level of the Martial King with his own ability. Now more than ten days have passed. Based on his performance in the wasteland, Fenghua should not have any doubts about breaking through the third level of the Martial King.

"Sooner or later this revenge will be avenged, and the people behind the scenes will kill him sooner or later!"

Hou Zhijie would rather die than reveal the person behind the scenes. He didn't think Hou Zhijie was doing it out of loyalty. The most likely reason was that Hou Zhijie would have died a worse death if he had told the truth. Zhilan Sect could not afford to offend the people behind the scenes.

Wei Fan began to add King Martial Arts skills, but he did not add himself to the third level of King Martial Arts all at once, but added some every day, so that it would not appear abrupt.

After all, although Fenghua tried his best to heal his wounds, he had not completely lost his perception of the outside world.

"boom!"

Five days later, as Wei Fan's body shook, his Qi began to rise steadily, and his strength skyrocketed.

The soul opened its eyes, and the storm of will swept through the whole body. The power surged like a river, wildly devouring the essence of the world.

"Have you broken through to the third level of King Wu?" Fenghua woke up with shock in his eyes.

After leaving the wasteland, the monster Wei Fan was like a dragon returning to the sea. In half a month, he broke through from the first level of King Wu to the third level.

Wei Fan smiled and nodded: "Beyond the wasteland is indeed the prosperous age of martial arts. It's so easy to practice. It seems like there are caves and blessed places everywhere."

Feng Hua was speechless for a while, this was just a backcountry, an ordinary place, it could be considered a paradise.

If this guy went to the real paradise of cave heaven, he would probably have to ride a rocket to cultivate.

"Is it easy to practice?"

Her Taoist heart was a little broken, and she was also an evildoer, but along the way, she had never moved forward without difficulty, and she had never felt that cultivation had been easy.

"If he hadn't lingered in the wasteland for so many years, if he wasn't a Martial Saint now, he would at least be a Martial King at the ninth level."

The thought of the nineteen-year-old Martial King Ninth Level or Martial Saint is scary.

"By the way, how's your injury?" Wei Fan looked at Fenghua.