Violent Martial Soul System

Now, Zhao Feng has cultivated the magic wind swordsmanship to 70% proficiency, coupled with various boosts, there is not much suspense for him to win this round.

However, he chose to retain his strength.

Because, this old man is a good exercise object.

The swordsmanship used by the two is the same, which is beyond the expectations of everyone present.

At this time, many people on the viewing platform had already become interested in Zhao Feng.

"They seem to be using the magic wind sword technique?"

"That's right, it's indeed the magic wind sword technique, and I'm also practicing this martial art. However, I've only practiced to 60% of the fire, not as good as the two of them."

"This kid doesn't look old, but his aptitude is good. Although he is only a six-star Martial Ancestor, it seems that his magic wind sword technique has reached at least 70% proficiency."

"Seventy percent is proficient, and he can compete with ninety percent. This kid's strength is extraordinary. I don't know which family he comes from."

A group of people started to discuss.

This magic wind sword technique is exactly the one that Zhao Yier gave to Zhao Feng, and it has been included in the system.

At this time, in the arena.

"Good boy, you actually use me as a training partner, look at the trick!"

The old man cursed angrily, and the offensive became more violent.

However, Zhao Feng's speed is faster than him, and he has various martial arts enhancements. The magic wind sword technique is only 20% behind him, so he still has nothing to do with Zhao Feng.

"Ding, the proficiency of the magic wind swordsmanship has increased by 10%, and it is currently 80%!"

Within half a minute, such a prompt sounded in Zhao Feng's mind.

"Hey, it's really good to have such an opponent as a training partner."

Zhao Feng thought to himself, he also saw that the old man's magic wind swordsmanship was 90% proficient and very proficient.

Therefore, he can observe the old man's sword skills in battle and make up for his own shortcomings.

Another minute passed.

"Ding, the proficiency of the magic wind swordsmanship has increased by 10%, and it is currently 90%!"

The system notification sounded again.

Now, Zhao Feng's magic wind sword technique is not much different from the magic wind sword technique used by the old man.

However, Zhao Feng continued.

"How is it possible? In less than two minutes, this kid's swordsmanship has improved by 20%. Is this kid pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"

The old man was very surprised. He thought that Zhao Feng deliberately hid his strength, and it was absolutely impossible for him to improve in these two minutes.

Not only did he see it, but even the audience outside the venue were extremely surprised.

"Even for those with superior aptitude, it will take ten years to cultivate the magic wind swordsmanship to 90%. Among my disciples of Hai Lingzong, it seems that only one person has reached 80% of the degree, and the age is already over three years old. Ten, this kid is a genius."

An elder of Hai Lingzong said.

Originally, he would not be interested in this intermediate group.

However, his grandson was attending today, so he took a look and saw Zhao Feng unexpectedly.

"Haha, Elder Wu, I've also taken a fancy to it, so don't argue with me later."

Another elder of the Hailing Sect laughed.

"That's not okay, fair competition."

Five minutes have passed since this battle.

In the first two minutes, Zhao Feng's magic wind swordsmanship has improved from 70% proficiency to 90% proficiency.

However, in the remaining three minutes, Zhao Feng did not make a single step. It seemed that 100% of the fire could not be achieved.

"It seems that this is the only way to go. Well, it's time to end the battle."

Zhao Feng in the arena thought about it, and the offensive suddenly became fierce.

Just now he put a lot of water in order to see if he could use it to improve the magic wind sword technique to 100% fire, but he didn't expect it to be impossible.

The old man couldn't understand Zhao Feng's intentions. Originally, he was under some pressure. Now Zhao Feng attacked with all his strength. In less than three rounds, he was hit by several swords.

"This kid, what's going on?"

The old man was very depressed.

At this time, Zhao Feng's figure suddenly rushed in front of him like a ghost, and then stabbed out with a sword.

The next moment, the old man felt a chill in his throat, and Zhao Feng's Heavenly Blade was already on his throat.

If this is not the ring, the old man is probably dead.

"Number two wins!"

announced the referee.

After the old man was defeated, the old man blushed, clasped his fists and said: "This little brother is very powerful, I admire him!"

The same six-star Martial Sect, the same practice of Demonic Wind Swordsmanship, and the same 90% proficiency, but he was defeated by Zhao Feng, who was more than 50 years younger, which represented decades. Live in vain.

In this way, Zhao Feng entered the top five.

Among the five people, there was another bye. Coincidentally, this time it was number two.

Number two is Zhao Feng.

"Coincidentally, luck is not bad, one out of five hits."

After hearing the number announced by the referee, Zhao Feng couldn't help but smile.

It seems that he can directly enter the top three.

In the next round, No. 3 will play against No. 8, and No. 8 will win. As for No. 4 and No. 10, naturally the boy on No. 10 won.

No. 2, No. 4, and No. 10 entered the top three of the intermediate group.

And Zhao Feng's luck seems to have not been used up yet, and the bye position of the top three actually fell to him again.

This means that as long as he wins one more game, he can get the Shenyuan Pill.

"Number four, against number ten."

The referee yelled again.

Zhao Feng watched this scene carefully.

Sure enough, the identity of this young man is extraordinary, because number four actually put a lot of water, obviously deliberately letting number ten.

"Number ten wins!"

After the referee announced the result, Zhao Feng shook his head helplessly.

It seems that this number ten should be the number one of the three cases.

I don't know, if he kills the number ten and wins the first place, will he be dissatisfied by three cases.

However, Zhao Feng is not a person who is afraid of things, and there are so many people watching around, these three cases will never renege.

"Ten minutes of rest, ten minutes later, the final of the intermediate group will be held!"

The referee said loudly.

In order to enhance the publicity effect, this final is naturally more intense.

Soon, ten minutes passed, and then the referee walked back.

"Intermediate group finals, No. 2 vs. No. 10, please come to the ring!"

the referee shouted.

Zhao Feng had been waiting for a long time, and jumped directly onto the ring.

Just in time, his opponent jumped up from the opposite side, and the two walked towards each other.

"Presumably both of you understand the rules. Whoever wins this final will be the winner of this Shenyuan Pill. As for the second and third places, there will be no rewards."

said the referee.

Zhao Feng nodded in understanding. In the intermediate group, only the first place is rewarded, while in the advanced group, the top three are rewarded.

The young man in front of him didn't have a handsome face, but he had sharp edges and corners. He didn't pay attention to the Shenyuan Pill in the referee's hand, but focused on Zhao Feng.

The young man frowned slightly, and looked at Zhao Feng with a strange expression. Furious Martial Soul System