A Paragon of Wuhun Chapter 8: 0 jin of power!

The eighth chapter is powerful!

"Is this the power of the Guangming Mahamudra? The first weight of my Guangming Mahamudra has just been small, and it can break the trees of the thickness of the sea bowl with one palm! This palm has a force of at least 1,200 catties. Above! The Guangming Mahamudra is worthy of being a Huang-level high-grade technique, and it can actually exert one hundred and two percent of its own power. This is only the first level of success. I really don't know how terrifying it will be afterwards!"

Chen Feng practiced extremely fast, and the first stage of the Guangming Mahamudra had achieved a small success.

The speed is so fast, in addition to his high comprehension after being transformed into his body, there is also the fit between himself and Guangming Mahamudra.

Chen Feng’s physique is not suitable for cultivating any true qi. The true qi in his body is completely benefited from the Golden Bedoro page and the mysterious dragon blood in the Xiaoding. The Bedoro page is as bright as the sun, and the Xiaoding is simple and simple. Majesty, that drop of dragon blood is extremely overbearing, majestic like a sea of ​​prisons. Taken together, Chen Feng's zhenqi is especially suitable for cultivating Guangming Mahamudra.

As for the consumption of too much zhenqi, it is not a problem for Chen Feng. His physique has been transformed by the mysterious dragon's blood, and he has also practiced the Bedoro leaf gold scripture, which makes his body far exceed the same level of zhenqi. Musha. The other martial artists acquired only five hundred jins of strength, but he has one thousand jins!

"Who?"

It was almost noon, Chen Feng was practising Guangming Mahamudra, suddenly turned his head and shouted sharply.

"It's me." Han Cong walked out from behind the tree. He looked at Chen Feng in amazement: "Chen Feng, the speed of your progress really surprised me, it is amazing. Have you reached the triple peak so quickly? And it seems that the martial arts of practice have also been achieved."

Chen Feng is in a special situation, and it is not easy to tell Han Cong. He smiled, broke the topic, and looked at the hut not far behind. The family apprentice doesn’t even have furniture on the walls. He apologizes: "Uncle Han, I’m really sorry, you come here, I don’t even have a place to sit here."

Han Cong waved his hand and said: "Chen Feng, this time I am coming to see you, there is an urgent matter. Don't say those polite remarks."

Chen Feng said solemnly: "Uncle Han, what's the matter?"

"Today, I will enter the depths of the Aomori Mountains with the hunting team composed of all the elders of the outer sect to hunt the monsters. I will not be able to protect you for more than half a month. I have received the news. Knowing that I'm going into the mountain, I might have to attack you. You quickly find a place to hide and don't be discovered by him."

Han Cong said solemnly.

Chen Feng was startled, his thoughts turned, and he asked: "Uncle Han, is Elder Sun doing it himself?"

"No." Han Cong shook his head: "Elder Sun has affairs, and if he starts by himself, the goal is too big. Anyway, you are also a member of the sect. He wants to kill you and will only send his disciples. "

"What cultivation level is his disciple?"

"His most proud disciple, Cui Zhenshan, has the 6th layer the day after tomorrow. Besides, there are a few 5th layer the day after tomorrow." Han Cong looked at Chen Feng and said sternly, "Chen Feng, don't think about staying. Against them, with your current cultivation base, staying is looking for death! Listen to my words, run away quickly and hide away."

"Yes, uncle, I know." Chen Feng nodded and agreed: "Don't worry, the man can bend and stretch, I will not fight them hard."

Han Cong nodded and left with confidence.

In his impression, Chen Feng has always been a very honest and calm boy. Since he agreed, he will definitely not violate it.

It's just...

"Uncle Master, I’m sorry, I’m going to go against your meaning." Chen Feng looked at his back, with unparalleled determination in his eyes, and murmured: “The old dog surnamed Sun wants me. Life, I have to make him pay! It seems that Sun Xin's lesson last time was not enough to hurt him. This time, I will hurt him! Let him know that I am not only a waste, but also not easy to provoke!"

"Uncle Master, don't worry, I am not acting recklessly. I have the Golden Book of Bedoro, and I have a large handprint of light. Even if it is an acquired six-fold powerhouse, I have the confidence to fight!"

……

After dinner at noon, Chen Feng continued to practice in the afternoon. He estimated that Elder Sun’s people should come at night. He must hurry up and increase his strength.

Chen Feng was surprised to find that with the cultivation of the Guangming Mahamudra, his true energy became more and more vigorous. By the evening, his whole body strength had reached 1,100 catties, surpassing the acquired four-level martial artist. However, his realm has remained at the triple peak, without breakthrough. Chen Feng didn't worry, he knew that he was in a bottleneck period, and a breakthrough needed an opportunity.

The night is like water, and two figures are flying towards the hut.

When they were still dozens of feet away from the hut, they slowed down, step by step, and touched this side quietly, obviously for fear of disturbing the people in the hut. The two were sneaky, and they knew at a glance that they had no good intentions.

They got to the side of the hut and looked inside from the window. One of the voices was as thin as a mosquito, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, that little thief seems to be not in there!"

"Whether he is or not, just break in and kill him!" Senior brother responded in a low voice.