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Zhao Xinyu's heart shrank. Heifeng's current cultivation level was already in the late stage of transformation. Now he was hit hard by the opponent with just one move. To be able to even blast away a strange beast with strong defense like Heifeng, the opponent's cultivation level must be at least Two realms higher than Black Wind.

"Early stage of the Holy Martial Realm."

Looking at the figure coming out from behind the big tree, Zhao Xinyu was shocked. In the early stage of Shengwu Realm, he was still an acquaintance, Zuo Feng, the chairman of Baituo Group who had been to Wenying Pavilion with Cao Xun last time.

Looking at Zhao Xinyu who was a little stupid, he glanced at him and got up from the ground. His eyes had turned red and black. Zuo Feng smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Zhao, I didn't expect that we would meet again. You are so secretive. Just Even the strange beasts that few people in the cultivation world can tame are willing to follow you. Since this beast can reach the level of transformation, it means that the two dragon rocs should also be strange beasts. I have always been curious about why. There are so many beasts gathered in Xihanling, it turns out there are three strange beasts around you."

Zhao Xinyu looked at Zuo Feng, "I didn't expect that the always mysterious chairman of Baituo Group would have a hobby of stalking people."

Zuo Feng laughed loudly, "I have no choice, this is the only way to get what I want. Mr. Zhao, these six people are from Feiyu, the three major guardian organizations in China. How dare you even think about Feiyu?" Kill, if Feiyu and Yinlong find out, you should think about the consequences. Although there are four old men in your family, they are not able to reverse Feiyu and Yinlong's intentions."

Zhao Xinyu stared at Zuo Feng, "Zuo Feng, I've given you the Huawuyunyin formula and mechanical drawings you want, what else do you want?"

Zuo Feng smiled coldly, "You should know what I want. The Nine Refinements of the God of Flames was a method of refining the essence of medicinal herbs created by Emperor Yan in order for Chinese medicine to catch up with alchemists. For many years, no one in Chinese medicine has mastered it, but you understand I think the Ninth Refining of the Flame God is a bit abnormal."

"Why, in order to obtain the Nine Refiners of the Flame God, you even dug my grandfather's grave."

Zuo Feng shook his head, "It means that I am not a gentleman, but it is impossible for me to dig up people's ancestral graves. What I want is not the Nine Refiners of the Flame God, but the treasure in your hand."

Zhao Xinyu's heart shrank and he subconsciously asked, "What treasure."

That day he knew that Zuo Feng had an extraordinary origin. He originally thought that the formula of Huawu Yunyin and the set of ancient machinery could fool Zuo Feng for a long time, but he didn't expect that Zuo Feng would see the clues in such a short time, and He also wanted what he had in his hands. Of course he knew what Zuo Feng wanted. This reminded him suddenly of the master who suddenly appeared on that rainy night a few years ago.

Zuo Feng snorted coldly, "Why are you pretending to be confused? Your Chinese medicine is indeed outstanding, but in a few years, you have everything from an ant to what you have now. Do you think it is possible that you secretly took it away when you had an accident? Whatever you give to me, I will guarantee your wealth for a lifetime and let you control the entire Chinese medicine industry in China."

Zhao Xinyu was slightly startled, "I almost died in that accident. How could I have time to hide anything?" While saying that he would pay it back, he already knew those who had something to do with his misfortune a few years ago. Why do so many people die mysteriously? Now that Zuo Feng said these words, Zhao Xinyu understood that the accidents of those people were not accidental, but were killed by someone.

Zuo Feng's eyes turned cold, "So, if you don't drink the toast, you will be punished with the drink."

But just as he finished speaking, Zhao Xinyu had already moved, and he rushed over like a cannonball. The distance was so close that the left winger didn't even react, and Zhao Xinyu was already in front of him.

Zuo Feng was also stunned by this sudden change, but Zuo Feng was not a mediocre player if he could cultivate to the Holy Martial Realm, and his aura suddenly surged.

"Go back," Zuo Feng roared, his aura surging, a golden energy filling his body, and a giant golden tiger filled with killing aura roared towards Zhao Xinyu.

boom.

Two different energies collided together, the energy aftermath swept across, grass and trees flew everywhere, and deep cracks appeared on the ground.

Zhao Xinyu took two steps back. After standing up, Zhao Xinyu's expression became solemn. The Five God Art is the skill that his grandfather became famous for. As long as it is used, masters in the dark world can see through it at a glance.

He was at the peak of the late Imperial Martial Realm, and there was only a thin line between him and Zuo Feng, who was at the early stage of the Holy Martial Realm, but the difference was so huge. He took the lead and the other party counterattacked hastily, so he had no advantage at all.

This was Zhao Xinyu's first real fight with a being in the Holy Martial Realm.

Compared to Zhao Xinyu's surprise, Zuo Feng was even more shocked. He also investigated before going to Wenying Pavilion. Zhao Xinyu a few years ago was indeed a cultivator, but at an innate level.

In the following years, even if his cultivation speed was like riding a rocket, it was impossible for him to surpass the Soul Martial Realm, not to mention that Zhao Xinyu had been disabled by poisoning for several years.

He is at the Holy Martial Realm. Not to mention an ordinary practitioner, he is a master at the peak of the late Imperial Martial Realm. He can injure an opponent with one strike.

But now the opponent only took two steps back, and there was no energy fluctuation in his body. Instead, he felt a little soreness in his arms, which was beyond Zuo Feng's expectation.

Suddenly his mind flashed, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes, "You are a physical practitioner."

Physical cultivation is an ancient method of cultivation. Human beings have varying talents and constitutions. Even in the wild and ancient times, there were countless humans who could not reach very high levels throughout their lives due to their talents and constitutions.

Spiritual cultivation and martial arts cultivation cannot reach too high a level, so some cultivators have found another way and created a unique physical cultivation method, which is based on cultivating the strength of the physical body to compete with cultivators and strange beasts.

Physical cultivation is divided into nine levels like spiritual cultivation and martial cultivation. From low to high, it is divided into nine levels: extraordinary, muscle-changing, bone-forging, marrow-washing, divine power, thousand mountains, rock, sainthood, and all things.

Although there were countless people practicing physical cultivation in that era, because physical cultivation was too difficult to practice, the vast majority of physical cultivation could not go beyond Qianshan Mountain after lifelong cultivation. As for becoming a saint and becoming omnipresent, it was a level that could only be obtained in legends.

Now Zhao Xinyu relied on his physical strength to defeat him at the early stage of the Holy Martial Realm. He estimated that Zhao Xinyu's physical training was at least at the Qianshan level.

In this era when the cultivation world is in decline, physical cultivation has appeared. This makes Zuo Feng conclude that Zhao Xinyu must have some unknown secret, and that the treasure they have been looking for must be in Zhao Xinyu's body.

Zuo Feng was shocked, and Zhao Xinyu was also shocked. He could see Zuo Feng's horror from Zuo Feng's expression. He had always wondered why the Five Gods he practiced had no energy fluctuations. It turned out that the Five Gods were not harmonious. Just like martial arts and spiritual cultivation, it is a method of physical cultivation.

"Zhao Xinyu, you really hid it well enough. If I don't come here this time, I don't know how long it will be until you hide it. So the right envoy should have been killed by you."

Zhao Xinyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought of Zuo Feng's name. Then he thought of that rainy night. In order to kill the old man, they almost died. They had always guessed the origin of the old man, and today they finally knew that The old man and Zuo Feng came from the same place. That time, not long after Cao Xun left, the old man came to visit. It seemed that these were the forces behind Cao Xun.

"I underestimated you. Come on, let me see how strong your physical training is."

As he spoke, Zuo Feng's aura surged. Knowing that Zhao Xinyu was very strong, Zuo Feng had no reservations. His spiritual power surged into a golden sword and struck Zhao Xinyu fiercely. The area where the golden sword passed through was even more empty. There was a slight crack.

"So strong." Zhao Xinyu's heart trembled. A golden light spread from his body, turned his palm into a fist, and struck the golden sword.

"boom."

The powerful aftermath swept across, the cracks in the ground became deeper, and the nearest towering ancient tree that only a few people could hug was shattered and fell to the ground by the violent energy.

Zhao Xinyu grunted, retreated, and stopped. Zhao Xinyu's face turned pale, his chest heaved, and he was at a disadvantage in the head-on confrontation with Zhao Xinyu.

Although he was at a disadvantage, Zhao Xinyu was not worried but happy. There was a big gap between himself and his opponent, and he also knew that the Holy Martial Realm was not comparable to the Imperial Martial Realm, even if he was at the peak of the late Imperial Martial Realm.

But now, although he was at a disadvantage, he could also see that the other party was not feeling well. He retreated six to seven meters, and the other party also took three or four steps back.

Without any hesitation, Zhao Xinyu took a deep breath and stamped the ground with his feet. While the ground cracked, his whole body was wrapped in golden luster and rushed towards the left wing again.

"Looking for death." At this moment, Zuo Feng was completely angry. He was in the holy martial realm and was forced into this state by a young boy in his twenties. The other party had no intention of escaping. Instead, he took the initiative to attack. For him, But it is a great shame and humiliation.

Zuo Feng, who was ashamed and annoyed, did not hold anything back, and the spiritual power in his body surged out. The spiritual power turned into a large golden light curtain, and then condensed into several golden blades, shrouding Zhao Xinyu in it.

Everything happened in just an instant, the violent golden light surged, and finally collided with the golden energy all over the sky.

Two energy bursts, and a huge sonic boom resounded through the sky. The ancient trees that had just been bombarded turned into pieces of sawdust flying all over the sky. The energy was raging, and the surrounding space of tens of meters was distorted and deformed, making a harsh cracking sound.

Poof, with one move, Zhao Xinyu spurted blood and flew upside down, but then he suddenly turned over and flew towards the left wing in a position that was difficult for ordinary people to do.

"Snow dance and ice," Zhao Xinyu shouted, the aura on his body suddenly changed, the temperature in the entire area dropped rapidly, and when he turned over, his fingers flew, and a mysterious mark instantly condensed.

The handprint condensed, and a violent and extremely cold breath spread. The extremely cold breath spread across the space, and the flowers and plants in the area where the handprint passed instantly turned into ice sculptures. The palm print brought out an absolute wave of ice coldness and energy, and hit the left winger hard.