Chapter 15 Ye Feng fights Zhao Yun and becomes a general!

With distracting thoughts in mind, the power of the moves in your hands is weakened.

“Ding ding ding!!”

After a few more clashes, Ye Feng smiled and said, "Zilong, if you get distracted again, even if I win, it will be an unfair victory!"

Zhao Yun was stunned, the desire to win prevailed in his eyes.

Putting aside other distracting thoughts in his mind, Longdan's bright silver spear danced faster and faster.

The two men fought faster and faster. Although they used the same moves, they both used the "Bainiaochaofeng" spear technique.

But Zhao Yun had been practicing this art for many years, and his techniques were very skillful and adept.

On the other hand, although Ye Feng had already comprehended the Tian Fengming Spear Technique, it was his first time using it after all.

There is still a gap between understanding and actually using it.

After Zhao Yun got serious, Ye Feng immediately fell into a disadvantage.

But after only twenty moves, Ye Feng, who was at a disadvantage, managed to make up the gap.

What shocked Zhao Yun even more was that as time went by, Ye Feng's combat experience and his mastery of the Bainiaochaofeng spear technique were growing rapidly.

I actually learned some unknown techniques through my own moves.

Even though his realm was suppressed to the level of a human general, he was actually at a disadvantage and was exhausted from coping.

Another ten moves passed, and Ye Feng's spear skills were still being improved and getting stronger. It seemed that there was no barrier to his growth.

"We can't go on like this, or we will be defeated."

Even the open-minded Zhao Yun found it hard to accept being defeated by someone whose realm was so much lower than his.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yun no longer hesitated and directly displayed his Ming Jin.

Of course, it was only the power of the initial stage of Ming Jin. After all, Zhang He's suggestion just now was to let him lower his strength to the initial level of human general. It was he who used the power of the peak of ordinary general and refused to take advantage of Ye Feng.

At this moment, in order to win, Zhao Yun had to pretend to be thick-skinned.

Seeing that Zhao Yun's spear skills were mixed with great strength, Ye Feng let him go.

He knew that Zhao Yun was getting serious.

"Well done!!"

The spear in his hand thrust out again, and while performing the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix spear technique, he also incorporated the martial arts insights of the fast and slow principles of the Wuji Gong into it.

The spear is sometimes like a violent storm, with a howling wind, but it moves forward courageously and is unstoppable.

Sometimes it flows slowly like a trickle.

After only thirty rounds, Zhao Yun felt more and more frustrated.

He had already used the power of the middle stage of Ming Jin, but he was still no match for Ye Feng, who had not yet fully mastered Ming Jin.

At this moment, Ye Feng is like a mountain, so high that it is impossible to compare him to others.

The more strength he increased, the more powerful Ye Feng's moves became, and it seemed that he could always defeat him.

Zhao Yun used the move "Phoenix Crying in the Ninth Heaven" again. He deliberately increased his strength and swept Ye Feng away with one shot: "No more fighting!"

"do not fight!!"

"I admit defeat. I admit that I am no match for you among people of the same level."

Ye Feng put away his spear, raised the corner of his mouth, and looked like he was still not satisfied: "Zilong, thank you for giving in!"

"If you had a little more strength, I would definitely not be your opponent."

"Besides, if we really fight to the death, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand even one of your moves."

"It's not like we're admitting defeat. We're even in this game."

"When I become a Heavenly General in the future, we can have a good fight again, how about that?"

Ye Feng's initiative, humility and frankness instantly made the embarrassment on Zhao Yun's face fade away.

Staring closely at Ye Feng for a long time, Zhao Yun couldn't help but ask, "Brother Fanzhi, are you from the same school as me?"

Ye Feng shook his head: "Although I admire the name of 'Gun God' Tong Yuan, I have no chance to meet him."

"If Zilong could introduce me to you and let me ask for your advice, I would be very grateful."

Zhao Yun was startled, his eyes filled with confusion: "Your spear skills, techniques, and moves, without the guidance of a master, would never be achieved." "If you had never met your master, how could you learn the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear Technique? How could you learn the Phoenix Spear Technique?"

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Isn't this what Zilong taught me just now?"

"I taught you?"

Seeing Zhao Yun becoming more and more confused, Zhang He stepped forward and said with a smile: "My lord is a genius. Any martial arts or moves in the world, as long as the lord observes it once, he will know it by heart, and he can also innovate and create new skills."

"The reason why the lord was able to suppress you in terms of moves just now is probably because he has created a more perfect Fengming Spear Technique."

"My Lord, am I right?"

Zhao Yun, who was standing aside, opened his mouth wide with a look of disbelief.

If Zhang He had said this before, Zhao Yun would not have believed a word of it.

Some people even think that Zhang He is a flatterer.

But he personally experienced Ye Feng's terrifying comprehension ability, and his master had never mentioned Ye Feng, and the Fengming Spear Technique would never be leaked to outsiders, so his last doubts disappeared in an instant.

Thinking that Ye Feng had mastered the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" spear technique and even deduced the "Phoenix Singing" spear technique just by watching his competition with Zhang He, Zhao Yun felt bitter and felt that all his years of practice had been wasted.

It was in vain that he had previously boasted of his extraordinary talent, and at such a young age he had reached a realm that other warriors would never be able to reach in their entire lives.

But in front of Ye Feng?

It's like the difference between a firefly and the light of the sun and the moon.

Of course, the only thing to be thankful for is that my realm is far superior to Ye Feng's.

Perhaps guessing what Zhao Yun was thinking, Zhang He added mercilessly: "In fact, my lord has only been practicing martial arts for less than ten days."

"In less than ten days, you have reached the peak of the ordinary general level and mastered a trace of Ming Jin?"

Zhao Yun had just finished speaking when he noticed that Ye Feng's aura beside him suddenly changed.

The power of Ming Jin surrounds it.

This is a scene that is about to break through.

"My lord is finally going to master Ming Jin."

Zhang He sighed sincerely.

After these few days of contact, he admired Ye Feng from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang He didn't feel strange if anything incredible happened to Ye Feng.

But Zhao Yun and Ye Feng were not familiar with each other.

Seeing that Ye Feng was about to break through during an ordinary competition, Zhao Yun, who had already suffered a heavy blow, felt even more bitter in his heart.

Zhang He patted Zhao Yun on the shoulder and whispered, "I was wrong just now!"

Zhao Yun was stunned: "Did I remember the time wrong?"

"I said within ten days, it's impossible."

Before Zhao Yun could finish his words, Zhang He's words stabbed his heart again like a knife.

"In fact, in less than ten days, the lord has mastered the Ming Jin and reached the level of a human general."

Zhao Yun's eyes were filled with resentment: "."

In the forest, Ye Feng closed his eyes.

After finishing his sparring with Zhao Yun, he felt changes taking place in his body.

Qi, blood and vitality suddenly increased dramatically.

The muscles and bones seemed to have been baptized by some kind of power.

The power of Ming Jin spreads throughout every meridian in the body.

At this moment he made a breakthrough.

Feeling the sudden emergence of a lot of power in his body and the uncontrollable surging breath, Ye Feng's mouth corners slightly raised, his eyes full of excitement and joy.

Recalling the fight with Zhao Yun just now, he was confident that even if Zhao Yun used the power of the peak of Ming Jin, he would still be able to withstand it.

He just looked at Zhao Yun, but had no intention of inviting him.

Zhao Yun shook his head like a rattle.
(End of this chapter)