In the early morning, mottled beams of light were sprinkled in the woods, and the sunlight was cast through the leaves and casting on the ground, illuminating cute spots...

A light spot was on Zhang Zhifeng's eyes, and a faint golden mist appeared on his eyes, staring blankly at the newborn sun. Following the light column shining on his eyes, he saw a big red sun.

There was always a strange smirk on his face, and a few spirit beasts that were approaching quietly turned around and ran away.

Zhang Zhifeng gently pulled open an exaggerated felt covering his body, and a woman's arm that was as crystal clear as jade, as white as snow, and as soft as water appeared on his neck.

With a happy smile, Zhang Zhifeng gently pulled his arm and pulled Yu Yuanyuan's beautiful face out of the felt. The thin black hair scattered on Zhang Zhifeng's chest. He gently stroked Yu Yuanyuan's silk and quietly looked at the delicate face. Suddenly, he lowered his head and kissed the thin white neck. The thrilling curve was faintly visible.

Zhang Zhifeng smiled, then touched the slightly raised red lips, gently stroked her thin shoulders, and said lovingly: "Yuanyuan, it's time to get up."

Swish!

A figure flashed, Yu Yuanyuan had already appeared in the air, and the goose yellow dress woven in thin silk appeared directly from the storage space on her. With Zhang Zhifeng's eyesight, he did not even come to see the beautiful scene.

With a little disappointment, Zhang Zhifeng's clothes appeared directly on his body, and he habitually threw a dust cleansing technique on his clothes. Zhang Zhifeng's figure shook, hugged Yu Yuanyuan directly in the air, and said in her ear: "Yuanyuan..." As he said that, he stuck out his tongue to lick the white earlobe.

"Stop making trouble!" Yu Yuanyuan chuckled and said seriously: "Are we still staying in these billions of mountains today?"

Zhang Zhifeng nodded and smiled, "Jin must fight for the heart of the Beast King, and I must do my best to help it. Do you have anything to do?"

Yu Yuanyuan smiled beautifully: "No, I will go wherever you go!"

"Yuanyuan..."

"Um?"

Zhang Zhifeng hesitated for a moment. He wanted to tell Yu Yuanyuan the two girls Nanfeng and Qinghun, but when he saw Yu Yuanyuan snuggling up to him with a happy face, he thought about it, but he really didn't know how to speak, so he kept silent, thinking that he would talk about it when he found the two girls.

After a while of quiet, Zhang Zhifeng finally remembered his bloodline power and the true meaning of martial arts. Last night, he moved inexplicably under that love, and naturally used the third set of movement in "Moh Physical Technique", so he easily hugged Yu Yuanyuan from the void. The feeling of moving almost instantly made Zhang Zhifeng's heart hot. Only the third set could block the saint. If he practiced to the ninth set...

Zhang Zhifeng couldn't help it and asked, "Yuanyuan, the power you absorbed from my body last time...is there any other one that was refined?"

Yu Yuanyuan's face suddenly became rosy, and the "absorption" was not just ambiguous. Her voice was like a mosquito: "It has been refined into the holy realm skills. Oh, they are still there."

As she stretched out her hand, a beautiful light radiated from her palm. As she turned slightly, two small dots slowly rose and gradually became larger in the bright light.

Zhang Zhifeng was a little disappointed. It seemed that the power of blood had really been lost. The future "martial arts" had to be understood little by little. He looked at Yu Yuanyuan's palm, but the two spiritual treasures, the white lotus and the Tianzhi treasure lotus.

Zhang Zhifeng shook his head slightly, and the white lotus had yellow spots, and the spiritual light was dim; Tianzhi Baolian also lost its luxurious and overflowing appearance. It was obvious that although these two spiritual treasures were preserved, their spiritual power had been absorbed by Yu Yuanyuan.

The original two top-quality spiritual treasures are now just two ordinary things.

"Put it away," Zhang Zhifeng suddenly asked, "Where is your current strength among the saints?"

"I am the three transformations of the Dharma body, about the middle level among the saints."

Zhang Zhifeng frowned: "What is the three turnings of Dharma body?"

Yu Yuanyuan smiled: "This, you will know when you reach the holy realm."

Zhang Zhifeng curled his lips: "Your man's skill is only the third-grade seventh grade, and he is still far from the holy realm. Moreover, this little damn skill has not increased with my cultivation."

Yu Yuanyuan approached Zhang Zhifeng with some concern, and a delicate and slender finger leaned lightly on Zhang Zhifeng's chest, carefully feeling the situation inside his body.

Zhang Zhifeng couldn't help but expect that his wife is a saint, and maybe there is a way to restore his skills.

Half a moment later, Yu Yuanyuan withdrew her hand, looked at her eyebrows and frowned slightly, and said sadly: "It's all my fault, I've made you like this now."

Zhang Zhifeng reached out to touch her eyebrows with heartache and smiled, "It's okay, even if you only have the skills of a third-class master, your man can still easily fuck the saint!"

Yu Yuanyuan thought that Zhang Zhifeng was laughing at her, and couldn't help but stomp her feet shyly and stretched out her hand to hit her. Zhang Zhifeng also understood the misunderstanding, so he quickly reached out to grab her hand and said, "Look!"

After saying that, he jumped to the open space he cleaned last night, stood firm, clenched his fists on his waist, and made a gesture of aerobic exercises used by ordinary people to exercise.

Then, Zhang Zhifeng took a step and punched the ground with a sharp look. This boxing technique that is only considered basic among civilians.

Yu Yuanyuan flashed her big eyes, her eyes were circulating, with a little doubt, and she didn't understand why Zhang Zhifeng was doing this punch.

But in the field, Zhang Zhifeng stared at the sight of his eyes and calmed down, and he was quick and neat in every move, making the battle full of vigor...

Yu Yuanyuan stared at her for a while and finally felt something was different.

Zhang Zhifeng's muscles were bulging high like a dragon. In the sun, his body looked like carefully polished warm jade, shining with a toned luster. However, no matter what, he was still a strong and muscular man, and he shouldn't have this kind of feeling, such as flowing water!

Yu Yuanyuan's eyes lit up, and then looked at Zhang Zhifeng. His moves and ordinary moves were made of natural and flowing water! A muscle-studded arm swept across his body, but it was like a soft ribbon flying in the air, giving him a feeling of singing and dancing! His movements seemed to have dissolved into this world, and every movement seemed to be natural, without a trace of abruptness.

"Is it mysterious? No, this kind of crude aerobic exercise, no matter how powerful it is, it cannot make up for it. The movements seem strange, but when you look closely, it is flawless. It's really strange!"

Yu Yuanyuan unconsciously waved her white wrist lightly, but she didn't feel the same way as Zhang Zhifeng. She couldn't help but tilt her head and was stunned.

After Zhang Zhifeng's exercises, he felt that his whole body was warm. "Wu" drove the magical power in his body, flowing through his whole body, full of explosive power. Zhang Zhifeng's movements changed and began to use the first two sets of movements in "Moh Physical Technique" in turn.

At this time, Yu Yuanyuan was really shocked.

Zhang Zhifeng kicked his legs, but his legs disappeared strangely in the air. At the same time, a fierce kick suddenly appeared on his head. When he looked closely, Zhang Zhifeng was already backwards... With Yu Yuanyuan's cultivation level, he couldn't understand how he did it... Until the last action of the second set of "Moh Body", nine Zhang Zhifeng appeared in the field, and Yu Yuanyuan couldn't tell the truth for a while, she finally couldn't help but exclaim.

Zhang Zhifeng turned his head, smiled, and used the only movement he could in the third set, and his body suddenly disappeared. As he disappeared, he appeared beside Yu Yuanyuan, hugged her, and kissed her fiercely according to her slightly surprised red lips...

"Um... hate it." Yu Yuanyuan finally pushed Zhang Zhifeng away, gave him a coquettish look, and then couldn't help asking curiously: "What kind of martial arts are you?"

Zhang Zhifeng licked his lips happily: "This is the legendary 'true meaning of martial arts'."

"The true meaning of martial arts," Yu Yuanyuan blinked, "I haven't heard of it, but the mystery is wrong. It's not mysterious, it's somewhat similar to ancient combat skills anyway."

Zhang Zhifeng looked at the cute look that Yu Yuanyuan showed in a daze. When he heard this, he felt a little moved. When he thought about it carefully, he seemed to have a little "martial" shadow in it.

"Maybe, in ancient times, it was really the world of 'mart'!"

Zhang Zhifeng put aside these complicated thoughts and smiled wickedly: "Yuanyuan, I have shown signs of increasing my skills in my body."

"Really?" Yu Yuanyuan was very pleased.

Zhang Zhifeng nodded: "It seems to be related to you."

"How is it related to me?"

"Last night, well, after that, our skills seemed to have shown signs of a little increase."

Yu Yuanyuan's face turned red and she stuttered: "Then, how long do you think it will take?"

Zhang Zhifeng leaned his head beside her shoulder and whispered: "I guess it only takes more than three thousand times, once a day, only ten years, or we can work harder..."

Zhang Zhifeng exclaimed and quickly fled into the forest. Behind him, the bright light of his familiar "Star Ice Light" had already lit up on Yu Yuanyuan's fingers.

...

Time flies, and time flies. In a blink of an eye, Zhang Zhifeng and his wife have been in the billions of mountains for a whole month.

Yu Yuanyuan was practicing quietly, cultivating Zhang Zhifeng's so-called three-turn Dharma body. The little beast Jinzi stayed in the place where the Beast King's Heart appeared for more than ten consecutive days. Zhang Zhifeng had visited. Jinzi had become a mixture of many saint spirit beasts, including the Golden Lion. It is estimated that it would not require the help of Zhang Zhifeng and the others, and it would have the ability to win the Beast King's Heart by itself.

There has been no news about the Blue-eyed and Green-eyed Human Clan, which has made Zhang Zhifeng anxious day by day. At this moment, there was finally good news.

The spirit of the alien treasure has awakened!

Zhang Zhifeng leaned against a big tree behind Yu Yuanyuan, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and his mind was filled with joy and talking to the spirit of the strange treasure.

At this time, the spirit of the treasure grew nearly twice as much, but unfortunately it still couldn't speak, and the communication with Zhang Zhifeng was only based on the strange connection between them.

It is similar to Zhang Zhifeng and Jinzi's way of communicating, but the little beast also has movements and expressions.

"Ah..." The spirit of the strange treasure came out with long and short syllables. After listening to it several times, Zhang Zhifeng finally confirmed its meaning.

First, because these "damage" treasures have lost their ability, the treasures that could have strengthened their three abilities can no longer be turned to strengthen others. Zhang Zhifeng was a little regretful. In addition to strengthening his body, he really couldn't think of anything else to strengthen. Soul? That is, the power of thoughts. His vast sea of ​​thoughts is boundless, and even if the treasures can be strengthened, it would not be possible to reach that level. Therefore, Zhang Zhifeng was just a little regretful. Then he thought that those energy was absorbed by his wife, which should be very beneficial to her, so he became happy.

Secondly, perhaps because the spirit of the alien treasure has grown a lot, Zhang Zhifeng's body strength has long exceeded the limit of the enhancement of the nine-colored divine light, but at present, the spirit of the alien treasure has a way to continue strengthening, which is a new method for the alien treasure.

For this reason, Zhang Zhifeng had to find a few treasures, that is, the eight treasures of the strange treasure. Every time he found a treasure, the treasures could continue to improve his body by refining and strengthening his body. The eight spiritual treasures were complete, and then the limit of the treasures was the!

Third, it is still related to the treasure. According to the information expressed by the spirit of the treasure, when the eight treasures are found, Zhang Zhifeng will be able to release the treasure to attack!

This made Zhang Zhifeng very happy. After all, he really has no other weapons except for his inappropriate fingers. Thinking about the fantastic and beautiful appearance of the treasure, then release it, and then smash it hard at the enemy, shouting "The Pagoda River Demon". Zhang Zhifeng couldn't help but laugh.

"Follow the treasure, the treasure of the treasure!" Zhang Zhifeng said a few words and immediately put his ideas on Ren Jianbo. He remembered that in the capital of Duanguo, the green-faced cultivator's strange treasure of the green-faced cultivator was given to Ren Jianbo!

When he thought of it, Zhang Zhifeng immediately took out the Unicorn Human Communication object, a strange golden horn, and bounced it with his golden finger. Zhang Zhifeng entered his skills and waited quietly.

After a while, a buzzing sound came from the horns. Zhang Zhifeng quickly made several moves, and the sound changed and turned into a rough voice.

"Haha, Fengbo, Lao Niu, I am already a first-class second-grade master now. How about it, haha..."

Zhang Zhifeng smiled unconsciously. Although he couldn't see the other person, he could only hear the sound, which made him feel inexplicably cordial. "Brother Ren, guess what kind of cultivation I have now?"

Zhang Zhifeng smiled strangely, and the laughter immediately reached the opposite side.

Far away in Gui'an Country, there are many unicorn human teenagers with unicorns on their heads sitting cross-legged, with faint fluctuations of their skills intermittently on them. On the high platform in the field, you can easily see the behavior of everyone in the entire square.

Ren Jianbo sat alone on the recliner on the platform, happily holding a cow horn and talking loudly, staring at someone below from time to time, scaring the children to shrink their heads and practice nervously.

Ren Jianbo smashed his mouth, touched the horn on his head, and said to the horn in his hand: "Are you already a first-class grade now?"

Zhang Zhifeng laughed out loud from the horns, which made Ren Jianbo's face suddenly depressed: "You kid, you are really a first-class? How did you practice?"

"Brother Ren, I, third-grade seventh grade!"

"Ah? What." Ren Jianbo exclaimed, and the children in the entire square raised their heads. He hurriedly waved his hand and scolded, "Look at it, practice quickly." "I said Fengzi, you are not kidding, are you?"

...

Zhang Zhifeng looked at the Niujiao in his hand. It was really hard to believe. He sighed and Zhang Zhifeng said to Niujiao: "Brother Ren, let me tell you, I encountered a little accident, so my skills have declined... I need a strange treasure to come from the treasure now."

"Congbao, the old patriarch Jin has given me a cousin."

Zhang Zhifeng frowned: "Brother Ren, I only now know that treasures are very important to the treasures, or they are part of them. I think I have to find all the eight treasures in any case."
To be continued...