"It seems that we still need to use the power of elixirs, otherwise the progress will be too slow just by practicing hard on our own." Wu Feng thought deeply in his heart.

The night passed quickly.

The next day, Wu Feng got up very early and was just about to go to Fangshi's pharmacy when he saw Zhang Xiaobiao running towards him and hurriedly said: "Boss, someone is looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Wu Feng frowned slightly.

"He's from the Warrior Academy. His name is Zhao Juechen. He's waiting for you outside the door." Zhang Xiaobiao said curiously, "Do you know him?"

Wu Feng's eyes flashed, he pondered for a while, and then said: "It's a friend, take me to meet him."

Zhang Xiaobiao didn't say much, and took Wu Feng outside the courtyard. He saw a burly young man standing under a big tree, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and strong muscles all over his body, exuding a powerful aura like a tiger.

"Wu Feng?" When the young man saw Wu Feng, he showed a faint smile.

Wu Feng looked calm and said to Zhang Xiaobiao: "You go back first."

Zhang Xiaobiao glanced at him doubtfully, and quickly returned to the courtyard without asking any further questions.

When Wu Feng saw no one around, he said calmly: "Did Huang He call you here?"

"That boy Huang He can't call me. I only agreed to help out of Master Huang's face." Zhao Juechen said lazily: "If you don't want to make a fool of yourself in front of a few handyman disciples, just

Come with me to the back mountain."

Wu Feng's eyes flashed and he whispered: "Lead the way."

Hearing this, Zhao Juechen's eyes flashed with contempt, he held the back of his head with his hands, hummed softly and walked towards the back mountain.

It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at the back mountain. The jungle here was dense and the steps were covered with moss. It was obvious that few people came here.

"Then let's start..." Zhao Juechen turned around lazily, but before he could finish his words, he suddenly stopped.

A fist dilated in his pupils and hit the bridge of his nose hard.

boom!

Zhao Juechen leaned back, staggered, and almost fell. He looked up in shock and anger, and saw that Wu Feng had attacked again.

"You!" Zhao Juechen was furious, "Despicable, you actually attacked!!"

Wu Feng sneered and hit his face with his fist again.

This time, Zhao Juechen was prepared. He stepped back, raised his hand and pushed gently. His rough palm was as light as catkins, but he easily pushed Wu Feng's fist away.

Wu Feng was shocked and quickly took a few steps back, staring at him with a gloomy expression. He didn't expect that the other party was actually an acquired powerhouse!

If the sneak punch he just made had hit an ordinary person, his head would have exploded, but if it hit Zhao Juechen, it would only cause him to bleed from the nose. It seems that the legend that one has reached the acquired state and is invulnerable is indeed true.

of.

"Damn boy, you're actually playing dirty tricks!" Zhao Juechen stared at Wu Feng sinisterly, clenching his fists loudly.

"You are here to avenge Huang He. If I don't strike first, why don't I wait for you?" Wu Feng sneered.

"Die!" Zhao Juechen roared, and rushed forward quickly. His movements were as fast as a monkey, the wind of his fist roared, and with overwhelming force, he hit Wu Feng on the head.

"Kaishan Fist!"

call!

Wu Feng's face changed when he saw the astonishing power of the fist, and he rolled back in embarrassment to avoid it. However, he was still late and his arm was hit by the fist. A burst of burning pain came, as if his skin and flesh were scratched.

Dropped the same.

Wu Feng looked down and saw that his arm was already a large red area. This was just a scratch. If he was hit in the front, he was afraid that his entire arm would be disabled.

This is not a lesson, it is clearly meant to destroy him!

"Am I going to die here?" Wu Feng gritted his teeth. He was still careless. He didn't expect that Zhao Juechen was so brave. If anyone knew about it, this would be a serious crime against his fellow sect. Not only would he be expelled, but he would also be executed.

!

"No wonder they lured me to the back mountain. It seems that they had planned it for a long time. I still underestimated the cruelty of these people."

Wu Feng's face was gloomy, and he only had one thought in his mind.

escape!

He knew the gap between himself and the acquired strong men. Not only was Zhao Juechen an acquired strong man, but he also possessed unique skills, far surpassing him in strength and skills.

When I first entered the Warrior Academy, I only had a lot of strength. In terms of martial arts, I knew nothing about it. I could deal with ordinary people, but if I met other strong people, I would be incomparable.

What's more, in terms of strength alone, he is not as good as Zhao Juechen.

Only escape!

"Want to leave?" Zhao Juechen laughed ferociously, and with a sudden and strange twist of his body, he walked around to block Wu Feng, and said grimly: "I originally wanted you to die more comfortably, but now, hehe, I will let you experience it.

What does it mean to be unable to die!"

Wu Feng stared at him, and suddenly some strange memories flashed through his mind.

"Kaishan Fist is divided into three levels!"

"After cultivating the third level, you will be so powerful that you can break through huge rocks weighing thousands of kilograms!"

"The way to exert force is..."

"Shadow Snake Steps, divided into two levels!"

"If you cultivate to the second level, your muscles and bones will be as soft as boneless and as flexible as a snake..."

"The cultivation method is..."

This strange memory contains two sets of unique skills, namely a set of boxing skills and a set of body skills, and surprisingly they were performed by Zhao Juechen just now!

Wu Feng didn't have time to think about what was going on. Seeing Zhao Juechen punching him again, he suddenly twisted his body and slid away deftly, as if out of conditioned reflex.

"My waist..." Although this flash was clever, Wu Feng's own waist couldn't bear it and was sprained.

Although the strange memory contains these two sets of boxing techniques, including how to practice them, they are explained in extremely detail, just like Wu Feng has learned them since he was a child.

But this is just an illusion of memory. His own body's softness has not reached that high level. Once it is used, the body cannot bear it.

"Shadow Snake Steps?" Zhao Juechen was stunned, and a trace of doubt flashed in his mind, "Didn't this kid just enter the Warrior Academy? Where can the sect contribute points to redeem martial arts? What's more, this set of Shadow Snake Steps requires hundreds of contribution points.

Woolen cloth!"

When he was stunned, Wu Feng seized the opportunity, but this time he did not choose to escape. Instead, he raised his fist, used the Kaishan Fist, and hit Zhao Juechen hard on the chest.

"Hmph!" Zhao Juechen came back to his senses and snorted coldly. He originally wanted to ridicule Wu Feng for not knowing his own strength, but when the punch hit him, his face changed slightly, his throat became sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it, you actually know how to box!" Zhao Juechen was completely angry, his eyes were terrifyingly ferocious, and he roared and punched hard.

Wu Feng used the Shadow Snake Step to dodge, but was still hit in the body. He was sent flying and rolled down a slope.

He didn't choose to escape before because he knew that even if he used Shadow Snake Step, he couldn't outrun Zhao Juechen, so he wanted to give it a try.

Unexpectedly, the strength of the acquired warrior was beyond his expectation. With this punch, his own hand bones were shattered and numb, but Zhao Juechen only suffered some shock injuries.

"Die!" Zhao Juechen rushed down from the hillside and hit Wu Feng on the head.

Wu Feng felt despair in his heart. At this critical moment of life and death, a madness arose in his bones. He wanted to punch you even if he died.

"Fight with you!"

Wu Feng roared angrily and grabbed hold of it with both hands. Regardless of the severe pain in his body, he rammed towards Zhao Juechen like a wild bull. He grabbed randomly with his hands and touched something cold. Without thinking, he just swung it away like crazy.

puff!

The hot liquid suddenly splashed onto his body. Wu Feng was stunned for a moment from his madness. He looked up and was shocked by what he saw.

There was a headless corpse standing in front of him. Looking at the clothes on his body, it was clear that he was Zhao Juechen from just now. There was still hot blood pouring from his neck.

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Chapter completed!