"A ferocious beast is worth two to thirty thousand taels of silver. This boy must have purchased extremely precious medicinal materials to make his cultivation level improve by leaps and bounds."

"What's so great about relying on external forces to achieve breakthroughs in cultivation? Such people often have extremely poor actual combat abilities."

…

Some descendants of the Zhao clan nearby were either envious, despised or disdainful.

A smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Feng's mouth. He didn't expect that the news of his hunting of the "Green-Headed Tiger King" would spread to the clan so quickly.

Ignoring these people, Zhao Feng walked straight forward.

It won't take a while.

Zhao Feng returned home.

The first time he saw his mother, Zhao, was sewing clothes.

"Father, mother, this is one thousand taels of silver."

Zhao Feng walked into the house and placed a stack of banknotes on the table.

"Silver? One thousand taels?"

Mrs. Zhao was stunned and picked up the banknote on the table.

What's more, his father, Zhao Tianyang, also came over, his face full of surprise.

"One thousand taels of silver, where did you get so much money?"

Zhao Tianyang said in surprise.

In particular, when he discovered that his son's cultivation had reached the third level of martial arts, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"This is what happened..."

Zhao Feng briefly talked about his experience in Hengyuntian Forest.

After listening to their son's story, Zhao Tianyang and Mrs. Zhao looked at each other, not only surprised, but also slightly skeptical.

After all, Zhao Feng had never performed so amazingly before.

However, as a parent, who doesn’t want their children to get ahead?

Return to the room.

Zhao Feng sat cross-legged, looked around at the dilapidated houses and courtyards in front of him, and murmured: "There is still more than a month left for the family martial arts competition. If I become an inner-level disciple... my parents' status and treatment in the clan will be improved accordingly.

"

Closing his eyes, Zhao Feng's mind merged into his left eye.

In the dark space, the light cyan spiral halo extended to three feet.

When Zhao Feng was at the first level of martial arts, the length of the light green spiral halo was one foot, and at the second level of martial arts was two feet.

Now promoted to the third level, its length reaches the third level.

As the length of the spiral halo extended, Zhao Feng found that the ability of his left eye had greatly improved, and he could clearly see the details of things within a ten-mile radius, and his reflexes and mental strength also became stronger accordingly.

Thinking of this, he began to "decipher" the content behind Piao Lingdu.

After being promoted to the third level of martial arts, Zhao Feng's left eye ability improved and his cracking speed increased greatly.

Looking at the content behind "Piao Ling Du", more and more things have been cracked.

One-third... one-quarter... one-fifth... left

Rapid progress!

late at night.

When Zhao Feng is exhausted, "Piao Ling Du" is about to be completely cracked.

this moment.

Zhao Feng held his breath and read the information behind.

"This set of light-body techniques is actually..."
Chapter completed!