Peerless Martial Soul

What Han Cong said made Chen Feng excited. Naturally, generous rewards need not be mentioned, and the opportunity to enter the inner sect is extremely rare.

You know, Qianyuanzong’s inner disciples and outer disciples are treated differently.

From the perspective of the senior sect sect, these people of the outer sect are irrelevant, while the disciples of the inner sect are the source of the continuation of the sect's incense.

The inner sect disciples can get a generous amount of resources for their cultivation every month, and even each of them can get a place for cultivation.

This kind of treatment surpasses many elders of the foreign sect.

Chen Feng resolutely said: "I have to participate in this foreign sect competition."

"If you are still the previous strength, I will definitely not let you participate. But you are very strong now, the day after tomorrow Sixth, you have enough strength to participate."

"Even if you can't make the top ten, it's good to increase your combat experience and practice more."

Han Cong smiled.

Han Yuer said: "Father, Chen Feng is so good now, can't make it into the top ten?"

"Among the foreign sects, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Don't look down upon others."

Han Cong urged: "Every year in the Grand Competition of Foreign Sects, there will be a group of amazing and talented people. Not to mention the top ten, the top 50 of each year. The eight-fold one abounds, and the nine-fold one abounds. Rare. Some people have even reached the Nine Peaks of the acquired day, and they only stepped into the Divine Gate Realm."

"This is a strong man at the half-step gods!"

Chen Feng couldn't help but feel moved.

Half-step Shenmen, Nine Layers of the day after tomorrow, this class of powerhouses is still unmatched by him now. He is strong, yes, but those people are stronger.

"It seems that Waizong University is not as simple as I thought, and has to work harder!"

"You don't have to worry about it. I will just report it for you. The junior ones are competitions, and you don't need to participate. You can directly participate in the 320-person race." Han Cong said.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Uncle Lao."

When Han Yuer heard this, she said suddenly; "Father, I also want to participate."

"If you participate..."

Han Cong was a little embarrassed: "You have only acquired five levels, and your strength is a bit low. And it's difficult to improve your realm in a short time."

Han Yuer gave him a white look, and said, "Isn't it to blame you? I told me to find a secret book for the whip technique for several months, but I haven't found it yet. You can't improve your realm in a short time, but you can use wonderful martial arts. Come make up!"

Han Cong said in embarrassment, "Well, cough, good girl. You don't know that the whip technique is uncommon, and there are few martial arts of the whip technique. You don't like those in the outer martial arts pavilion. I'm going to the market to find it for you."

After hearing this, Chen Feng thought of something, took out the whip technique secret book from his arms, handed it to Han Cong, and said, "Uncle Shi, I have a whip technique secret book here."

"Thirteen styles of soft whip back? Is this the martial skill of Qing Muzong?"

After receiving the secret book, Han Cong took a look, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and looked at Chen Feng: "Where did you get it?"

Chen Feng didn't conceal it, saying: "During the experience in the Aomori Mountains a few days ago, I encountered a few of Aoki Sect's offal and I killed them. This was found from their bodies."

"Okay, good boy! What a means!"

When Han Cong heard the words, the expression on his face became gentle, and he patted Chen Feng on the shoulder heavily, and laughed: "It seems that I still underestimate you."

Chen Feng touched his nose, and asked, "Is Qing Muzong having a big hatred with our sect?"

"This, you will know later." Han Cong said.

He threw the secret book to Han Yu'er, and said with a smile: "Girl, this is a second-rank yellow martial art, or the whip technique, which is very suitable for you."

Han Yuer didn't expect her dream to come true, she was very excited, holding it in her hand, looking at it with joy.

"Thank you Chen Feng? It's rude." Han Cong scolded.

It was Han Yuer who protected Chen Feng before. She couldn't change her role for a while. Where did she come from to thank Chen Feng?

Chen Feng didn't care about this either, and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, you take care of me so much, it's just a whip technique, it's nothing."

Han Cong looked at him and nodded in relief.

Chen Feng said a few words before leaving.

Han Yuer escorted him out. At the door, she lowered her head and said in a low voice: "Chen Feng, thank you."

She seemed a little embarrassed, she didn't dare to look up at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was startled, and a bright and brilliant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Sister, you are welcome."

As the setting sun went down, the boy's smiling face was pure and sunny, and Han Yu'er looked up and couldn't help but feel a little silly.

When Chen Feng had gone away, she held her hot smiling face and smiled embarrassedly: "The first time I found out that Junior Brother Chen looks really good."

Leaving the Han family, Chen Feng went to the front mountain of the Waizong and headed straight to the Martial Skill Pavilion.

The experience during this period not only increased his strength, but also deeply realized his shortcomings.

He defends well, but lacks offense.

Offensive methods are very lacking, and going back and forth is just a big handprint of light. Although very tyrannical, but very monotonous, there is no change. Moreover, the Guangming Mudra is stronger on defense than offense.

At least the current Fudo Mingwang Seal is so.

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