Fang Wen stood on a very high flagpole. The flagpole was nearly a hundred meters high, but the mouth of the sea bowl was thick and there was a disc about a foot diameter on the top of the pole. Fang Wen stood on it.

There is never a shortage of wind on the Pampas grassland.

The wind blew, and the grass was undulating. The green grass leaves flipped over, and the gray-green grass waves rolled forward. In the distance, there were disciples of the Fengmen who were undulating and flying.

The wind swept over Fang Wen, who was standing a hundred meters above the sky, tweaked the robe he was wearing, making a sound of rushing; it moved his hair, and half-foot-long hair stroked his cheek happily, just like what he had imagined in his dream, belonging to a kind and loving mother's hand, gently and softly, rubbing on his face; the wind was about to roll up his body and send him straight to the sky.

What a gentle wind. The delicate wind rubbed against Fang Wen, so delicate and gentle, drilled into his body along every pore in Fang Wen's body and echoed lightly in his body. Fang Wen's body was empty and there was no thing left. Strands of transparent wind penetrated into his body and gradually turned into a light green wind, whistling in his body, removing impurities in his body, making his body lighter, softer, and more transparent. Three cyclones appeared in Fang Wen's body, and the soft cyclones slowly rotated, sucking in, sucking in, and then spraying out more darker cyan winds.

Feng Yuan stood under the flagpole, and with a smile on his face, he whispered: "Feel the sound of the wind, feel the existence of the wind. I fantasize that you and the wind merge into you, and fantasize that the wind penetrates into your body. Your body is not a substance, but a piece of nothingness."

"The wind is floating in nothingness. You must control them to move towards your lower dantian and form the first cyclone."

"Once the first cyclone in the lower dantian is successful, your Nine Heavens Wind Reign Sutra will be laid as the foundation is completed."

Feng Yuan's voice spread a hundred meters above the wind and floated into Fang Wen's ears.

Fang Wen slowly raised his arms and gently slapped like a bird.

Feng Yuan leaned against the flagpole, and looked at several pretty girls in camouflage uniforms with a smile, and continued with a smile: "Let's understand carefully. If the foundation can be laid within half a year, you will be a genius in a thousand. It took me five months before I successfully generated a cyclone."

Feng Yuan stared at the back of a girl without turning his eyes, and a obscene breath flashed in his narrowed eyes. He gently rubbed his chin and muttered in a low voice: "There are many good talents among the outer disciples sent to the training this time! Well, which branch sent it? It's quite heartbreaking."

Just thinking about getting close to these girls, Feng Yuan suddenly heard a strange roar of wind coming from his head.

A trace of extremely thin blue wind suddenly oozed from the cracks between Fang Wen's fingers. Fang Wen screamed, and the force of the wind waved from his left and right arms was asymmetric, making his body spin rapidly on the top of the flagpole like a gyro. Just as a strong wind blew, Fang Wen's body flew lightly like a catkin.

"Help~~~"

Fang Wen was so scared that he screamed in shock, but his body drifted out dozens of meters with the wind and fell silently to the ground. After his body landed, he was still spinning rapidly, and his hands made a rapid roar of wind. He couldn't stand steadily and fell into a mess and snatched a dog.

Feng Yuan stayed there, he stared blankly at the little blue wind that was faintly visible on Fang Wen's palm, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle point.

After a long time, he asked in a low voice: "Second, have you really never practiced martial arts before?"

Fang Wen got up in a very embarrassing way. He was so angry that he screamed and cursed: "Who has practiced? You have practiced! Your whole family has practiced! Damn, why did I fly? Yeah, yeah? Can I fly? Can I fly?"

"Yu Huh~~~" With a cheer, Fang Wen suddenly raised more than ten meters high on the spot. He waved his arms behind him with a sparse blue wind swept behind him with a slight sound of breaking through the air. His body took advantage of the momentum to fly forward for dozens of meters. Although his flying posture was extremely ugly, he twisted and twisted in the air like a drunk wild boar, he really rose into the air after all.

"The three dantians with upper, middle and lower levels are cyclones!" Feng Yuan's muscles twitched violently, and he said deeply: "It's only half a month since the master left. Half a month, the three cyclones are cyclones. The Nine Heavens Wind Reigning Sutra, the first level has been completed."

Fang Wen was like a flea, jumping around excitedly. He jumped higher and higher, and he jumped farther and farther away. A slight breeze could be seen vaguely sucked into his body, and a faint blue color surged on his body.

After jumping for a while, Fang Wen rushed to Feng Yuan quickly. He could not control his body well, so he almost hit Feng Yuan. Feng Yuan frowned slightly and took a slim wind force to retreat Fang Wen several feet. Fang Wen laughed and laughed at Feng Yuan, "Senior Brother, Master, what kind of Feng Ling body I am? Do you know what Feng Ling body is? Isn't it very powerful?"

"Body of Wind Spirit?" Feng Yuan's eyes suddenly opened, and his pupils were so thin that they could hardly see clearly. He shouted loudly: "Body of Wind Spirit!"

"Yes! Is the Wind Spirit Body very powerful? I feel that the three upper, middle and lower dantians you pointed out for me have a very cool wind turning, but not just the lower dantian feels like this?" Fang Wen looked at Feng Yuan happily and jumped in excitement. Every time he jumped up, he jumped up quickly, and then landed slowly, with an extremely harmonious and natural state between his body rising and falling.

Feng Yuan returned to normal. He smiled and patted Fang Wen on the shoulder and said in a harmonious voice: "Of course, the Feng Ling Body is very powerful, very powerful, much more powerful than the eldest brother. Congratulations to junior brother, congratulations to junior brother." He pressed Fang Wen's shoulder hard and smiled: "In this way, junior brother can practice by himself according to the Nine Heavens Fengyu Sutra. Senior brother has helped you lay the foundation and can no longer help you more."

"Practice by yourself?" Fang Wen was stunned for a while, and was about to say that many words and sentences in the Nine Heavens Wind Rule Sutra were actually unable to understand the meaning, Feng Yuan, who had a smile on his face, had suddenly run out. Feng Yuan, who was running out quickly, broke through the speed of sound in a very short acceleration distance of dozens of meters, and a white air wave was brought up near his body. After a loud bang, Feng Yuan had disappeared.

"**!" The strong wind that broke through the sound barrier knocked Fang Wen away dozens of meters away, and he fell into a large bush in a mess.

Fang Wen screamed loudly: "Impossible! Impossible! ** break through the sound barrier? Break through the sound barrier after accelerating less than a hundred meters? Oh my God, monster! Oh my God, don't rely on any tools, use ** to break through the sound barrier!" Fang Wen jumped up and screamed: "Senior Brother, what level have you practiced? Sonic speed! Damn, why don't you participate in the Olympics!"

Fang Wen gasped suddenly, and was spinning around in the spot like a cat with his tail stepped on. He sometimes screamed, sometimes smirked, and kept muttering: "**Break through the sound barrier? It's impossible? But I saw it with my own eyes! God, Buddha, Sanqing! Oh, if I can reach this speed, if I go racing~~~"

"No, no!" Fang Wen screamed, "If I could run as fast as my voice, no, or even faster, why would I still race? A lot of money! Wouldn't it be nice for me to rob the bank? Who can see my movements clearly? The Federal Reserve, the Swiss Bank's vault, God!"

"Yes!" Fang Wen raised his hands to the sky suddenly, and he shouted wildly: "Try hard~~Strive~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Ah, Fang Zishan, what's your immortality? When I get this speed, I will kill you with the money I snatched, and the group of vixen around you!"

"Ah, Linzhi, are you a vengeful woman? Then I will go bankrupt if I ask you to go bankrupt, and if you ask you to beg for food, you will beg for food! You want to kill our eldest son? We are not finished!"

"Try hard and struggle!" Fang Wen's eyes were shiny, and he climbed up to the flagpole in a few "stop" and sat cross-legged on the flagpole, carefully following the little mantra he could understand in the Jiutian Fengyu Sutra, meditating and regaining breathing seriously.

‘Huh~~~Huh~~~’

On the flagpole, a small whirlwind swept up, and the wind continued to penetrate into Fang Wen's body and merge into the three cyclones in his body.

On a small hill in the distance, there was a sudden loud bang, and Feng Yuan flashed out of thin air. He punched a big tree in front of him. The shock waves rolled up on his body shattered the long grass within a radius of dozens of meters. The sky was covered with wood chips, and the grass foam was scattered. A light green light flashed in Feng Yuan's eyes, and his handsome face twitched, and he punched dozens of punches around him.

The fist wind was stirring, and the sky was filled with blue wind shadows whizzing by.

After a long time, Feng Yuan suddenly stopped and he said coldly: "Master, how can you bring a Feng Ling body back? I am the adopted son you adopted since childhood! How can you do this?"

"My little brother! You really have a big problem for me." Rendao Chapter 1, Goodbye Chapter 7
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