Zhao Kun chased after him with a calm look on his face.

"You'd better give up! Even if there are no moves restrictions, I can't do anything to him. Zhao Feng's light body speed is definitely better than mine."

Zhao Qian shook his head.

"How can this be!"

Zhao Kun was shocked. He understood his brother's character and disdained hypocrisy and politeness.

"He won..."

Zhao Xue's body was slightly stiff and her expression was complicated. Looking at the figure of the young man in the distance, she seemed to be more handsome and taller than before. As she walked leisurely in the courtyard, she felt a calm and confident self.

"This kid actually has a lot of tricks up his sleeve."

Zhao Yijian looked slightly cold: "But he only survived ten moves in the hands of Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian... was defeated by me a long time ago!"

After hearing Zhao Yijian's words, Zhao Xue breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, she was particularly afraid of Zhao Feng getting stronger at this time. The stronger he became, the more resistant she felt.

…

After a sparring session, the martial arts arena returned to normal.

The time is getting closer to noon, and most people are waiting.

Just because there are powerful warriors in the clan today who come to the martial arts field to give lectures and practice in person.

"Instructor Chen is here!"

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd.

Zhao Feng followed the sound and saw a tall and tall middle-aged man in civilian clothes slowly entering the martial arts arena.

"This is Coach Chen."

Zhao Feng secretly activated the power of his left eye, and saw that the body of the man in cloth was outlined with a powerful mass of blood, with traces of light yellow aura growing out of it.

As he breathed, the powerful Qi, blood and inner strength of martial arts in his body were promoted, and an invisible aura was emitted.

Why do powerful people have different auras, as if they are oppressed by an invisible aura?

Zhao Feng had a clear understanding of this through his left eye's keen sense of energy, blood, martial arts inner strength and other forces.

At this time, every step Coach Chen took and every glance brought invisible oppression.

This is the aura that belongs to a true warrior.

A martial arts disciple below the fourth level of martial arts may not even have the willpower to take action just by confronting him.

"So strong!"

The children of the Zhao clan in the martial arts field were breathing heavily, with awe and admiration on their faces.

The title of warrior, is this the lifelong wish of many warriors on the Qinghua Continent?

Even the former Zhao Feng was like this.

But now, his goal is not limited to this.

His current goal is to be a martial artist at level 7 or higher of martial arts, or even the legendary holy realm of martial arts...

"Today, I will mainly explain the foundation of the first three levels of martial arts, the foundation, the use of martial arts moves, and finally the inner strength of martial arts..."

Instructor Chen's voice was steady and powerful, as if it had penetrating power, and could be heard clearly even from hundreds of meters away.

As soon as they heard the final "Inner Strength of Martial Arts" experience, the eyes of some of the top disciples from the outer level, including Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, and Zhao Yufei, all lit up.

"Internal strength in martial arts? What a coincidence!"
Chapter completed!