"Holy Medical Art..."

Ben Xiaoji murmured as he suddenly sat on the ground and blinked his little eyes and looked at the ground blankly.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Zhifeng asked.

"I was thinking that since the holy medical technique is the most magical secret technique in your sect, it must not be passed on... And although my skills do not even know where to pass on whom, they will have some source in the end. I cannot change to someone else's sect!" Bon Xiaoji's hand unconsciously stroked the hard deck and whispered.

Zhang Zhifeng was silent. He originally wanted to accept disciples on behalf of his master. If he wanted to pass on the holy medical skills, Beng Xiaoji naturally had to join his master sect. He originally thought that Beng Xiaoji would not have this problem alone. Who knew...

"You don't have to worry about me letting me be quiet alone." Bon Xiaoji looked up and said, "By the way, you're better off digging in to practice soon!"

Zhang Zhifeng nodded and patted his shoulder: "Okay."

Zhang Zhifeng walked to the side and took a deep breath and stood quietly. He was standing in his mind, but there were millions of information flowing through his mind and scrutinized it in his mind.

The "martial arts" technique refers to the strange body movement; the combat skills "Breaking the Sun Fist"; the holy medical skills; the perception of the realm of the Heavenly Saint; a battle at the level of the Heavenly Saint that has been experienced in the venue...

All the information flowed over and over again, and the battle scenes kept flashing. Various mysteries in the heart evolved again and again, and then became more profound by Zhang Zhifeng, who was particularly clear in his mind!

"I am already a Heavenly Saint!"

When he calmed down, he thought that joy once again emerged in Zhang Zhifeng's heart. At his current age, how many people can there be in the history of all the great 6 cultivation worlds?

Perhaps he was not as early as Perfect Yan Fengzi, but in the step of becoming a Heavenly Saint, he was already better than Perfect Yan Fengzi of the past!

"I am not worse than anyone else or maybe more, I should always believe in my own judgment." Zhang Zhifeng said to himself in his heart.

"Perfect Yan Fengzi was also in his life and no one taught him how to practice smoothly. I will definitely not be worse than him!"

It was not until this moment of deep thinking that Zhang Zhifeng truly rationally possessed a strong heart!

Strong self-confidence does not come from ignorance but from understanding oneself and the entire state of the world of cultivation!

"The strength of a boy cultivator is often reflected in destructive power. Think about how you can greatly improve your attack power now?" The finger spirit, which had not appeared for a long time, suddenly spoke out but just guided it gently.

This sentence is exactly the time when Zhang Zhifeng's thoughts naturally turned to this aspect.

The power of the Breaking Sun Fist is undoubtedly no longer up to the realm of the Heavenly Saint Realm. The Qifeng pointed out that Zhang Zhifeng was just able to use it without memory and he did not know its roots. It is naturally difficult for him to further exert his power.

In fact, Zhang Zhifeng knew very well, of course, the Tiansheng who relied on the Qifeng Finger to look at Jianglou in one fell swoop, which was mostly unexpected. To truly develop destructive power, Qifeng Finger may not even be stronger than his current Rising Fist.

"It is not difficult to destroy mountains and forests at the realm of Heavenly Saint!" Zhang Zhifeng said to himself, "The real attack power should be against masters of the same realm. So how can we fundamentally attack the masters of Heavenly Saint?"

Zhang Zhifeng fell into thinking.

Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind as if a flash of lightning tear open the darkness, making his heart lit up.

Zhang Zhifeng thought of the sword that the Tiansheng master in Wangjiang Tower stabbed him!

When the sword stabbed, something strange immediately shook his heart. At that time, Zhang Zhifeng even suddenly felt as if he could not have any force of confrontation with the sword.

"I feel like I can't dodge." Zhang Zhifeng's brows froze. At that time, he forced his eyes to close without thinking about anything. He punched out his fists and blocked the sword with all his strength. Although his fists were scratched by the sharp sword, Zhang Zhifeng knew in his heart that the real power of the sword was not very good.

What is powerful lies in the spiritual impulse brought by that sword.

He stood up suddenly and pointed his hand at the mast on the ship and murmured: "Include your will into the attack." His eyes lit up, Zhang Zhifeng stared at the point on the mast and shouted suddenly: "Broke it for me!"

Of course, Zhang Zhifeng just shouted loudly and did not act any attack.

After a shout, he suddenly felt that this behavior was good. The reason in his heart made him blush and coughed reluctantly.

“Gagaha…”

Suddenly, a strange sound came from behind him. Zhang Zhifeng suddenly turned around and saw that the mast was bent down little by little by little by little by little by little by little, and the place he was looking at was gradually tearing apart.

Finally the whole mast fell down and hit the deck with a snap.

Zhang Zhifeng was shocked and saw his expression changing again and again, and suddenly laughed ecstatically.

"What's going on?" Ben Xiaoji rushed over.

Behind Yingyue Tiansheng, a group of Yingyue Sect members were also arrived soon.

"What are you doing?" Yingyue Tiansheng looked evil.

Zhang Zhifeng smiled awkwardly and waved his hand and helped the mast up. After he saw a red light coming out of his palm, he pressed it back with his power. "It's okay, it broke accidentally."

Yingyue Tiansheng glared at Zhang Zhifeng with anger and said seriously: "If you want to test the moves**, it is best to set up your own battle and not destroy my ship."

Zhang Zhifeng didn't care what he said to Yingyue Tiansheng now, he nodded his head while responding and pulling Bon Xiaoji: "Come with me!"

The two of them flew straight away from the Yingyue Sect’s tower ship and came to the Evil Dragon River.

"I saw that I felt something from the Heavenly Saint Realm, which is definitely something that the masters of the Holy Realm do not have!"

"Oh? What is it?" Ben Xiaoji asked with interest.

"Well, you can prepare it first and then try the moves and let me attack you a few times and you will know everything." Zhang Zhifeng thought for a while and said.

"Okay!" Ben Xiaoji nodded seriously and turned the God and Demon Reversal Decision.

A strong black demonic aura rose from Ben Xiao's body, which slowly fostered the extreme sacred aura, and he once again turned into a strange plant.

All the demonic energy slowly transformed into a powerful sacred aura, with a faint white light mixed with scales and golden color.

The plant has once again transformed into a **-type Benxiao machine and is already a master of Tiansheng!

Zhang Zhifeng had been brewing on the side for a long time and immediately said, "You're ready!"

I saw a flash of light in Zhang Zhifeng's eyes staring at Ben Xiaoji. A murderous intent suddenly emerged in his eyes.

This murderous intent is very strange. It is different from the ordinary murderous intent. This murderous intent seems to directly lead people to death. It is particularly terrifying.

An emotion kept popping up in Zhang Zhifeng's heart, scenes that made Bon Xiaoji die tragically, and those scenes appeared in his heart, so real that it would be realized immediately.

And there was no discomfort in Zhang Zhifeng’s heart!

Zhang Zhifeng realized that his skills were constantly being consumed, and he himself didn't know how those skills disappeared and where they were used?

The scene he imagined in his heart became more and more realistic, but Zhang Zhifeng couldn't help but immerse himself in it!

Suddenly, Zhang Zhifeng felt that his skills seemed to have leaked a big hole and disappeared, but he was not uncomfortable and felt more uncomfortable. He felt a sense of pleasure. He seemed to use all his strength to punch and hit his enemy hard!

"ah!"

Ben Xiaoji's scream suddenly rang.

Zhang Zhifeng's heart was filled with warnings. His rationality made him forcefully control his thoughts and withdraw from that strange state.

At first glance, Zhang Zhifeng couldn't help but be shocked.

I saw that Ben Xiaoji held his face with both hands and his nails were already sinking into his skin, and blood was flowing. His face was filled with blood without any blood. His eyes were filled with a morbid whiteness.

Zhang Zhifeng could not describe that kind of fear, but he felt that even if there was a hell in this world where ghosts were eating each other, he would never be so scared!

"What the hell did he see?"

This question flashed through Zhang Zhifeng's mind.

He didn't bother to think about anything more, Zhang Zhifeng stepped forward and supported the shaking Ben Xiaoji Sheng's medical skills and spilled them out one after another.

But the holy medical technique that was unfavorable actually failed!

The vitality in Bon Xiaoji's eyes gradually faded away. The dark color slowly spread throughout his eyes, and the breath on his body faded...

"No! Ah no!"

Zhang Zhifeng was really anxious. He hugged him and reported that Ben Xiaoji rushed back to Yingyue Zong Tower ship frantically.

"Senior, please save him!"

Zhang Zhifeng didn't care about anything else and he shouted loudly.

With a sound of crying Yingyuetian Sheng appeared beside Zhang Zhifeng, and several holy masters from Yingyue Sect came together.

When Zhang Zhifeng asked for help, he saw that the masters of the Holy Realm were confused. After Yingyue Tiansheng took a look, a hint of anger suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"What did you do to him?"

"senior……"

"Go aside first!" Ying Yuetiansheng shouted anxiously.

Zhang Zhifeng and others hurriedly stepped back.

But Yingyue Tiansheng slowly sat cross-legged and a bright moon rose from the back of her head.

The moonlight of the clean moon rotates like silky threads and rhythms.

Suddenly, tiny whirlpools appeared in Yingyue Tiansheng's eyes.

Then a soft light came out in her eyes...

Seeing that light, Zhang Zhifeng was stunned. He suddenly felt that Yingyue Tiansheng was so holy, beautiful and loving at this time...

A feeling that seems very distant (Electrical reading, reading, reading, and reading) filled Zhang Zhifeng's heart. The word "mother" almost fully reflects the emotions scattered in Yingyue Tiansheng's eyes!

At this time, Ben Xiaoji suddenly resumed his breathing and his expression became calm and peaceful!

After a while, Ben Xiaoji suddenly opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, Zhang Zhifeng suddenly saw a shocking sense of fear in his eyes!

The fear that has not yet subsided!

From where Zhang Zhifeng is, you can see the sweat from Yingyuetiansheng's neck soaked in even her clothes and back.

Yingyue Tiansheng's eyes changed and revealed care, expectation, encouragement...

Bon Xiaoji's eyes gradually became firm and finally he stood up shakingly!

"Little Chicken..." Zhang Zhifeng rushed up, "Is it okay?"

"It's okay!" Bon Xiaoji smiled slightly, but his body softened and almost fell down again. Zhang Zhifeng hurriedly supported him with force.

At this time, Yingyue Tiansheng slowly stood up and turned slightly away with the help of two Yingyue Sect women.

"Senior..." Zhang Zhifeng shouted.

Yingyue Tiansheng did not turn around. She turned her back to Zhang Zhifeng and gently stretched out her hand on her shoulders with the help of the two women.
Chapter completed!