Fengwu Qinshang

And at this moment, Qin Feng was basking in the warmth.

In the sea of ​​qi and blood, the three pink lakes are already more than half full and full of vitality.

Just as Wei Honglu said, as long as Wushang is by your side, you will have no worries.

Those outsiders would salivate when they saw it. Wushang would stuff the top-level elixir worth a fortune into Qin Feng's mouth without hesitation. In Wushang's opinion, as long as it could make Qin Feng recover, he would spend all his money on it!

After a day and a night, Qin Feng bathed in the effects of the medicine and recovered quickly.

The next morning, Qin Feng was awake, but he did not open his eyes. He was replaying this spiritual training over and over again in his mind.

The force of each hammer, the angle of each hammer, the feeling of each hammer, a total of nine hundred and thirty-one times!

He was looking for his own flaws, and deduced them in time after finding them, until finally, he understood why the forging inherited by Qie Aotian was so accurate to the strength and direction of each blow, because the inheritance reminded that in order to achieve perfect spiritual awakening, the ancient brass must be forged with seven hundred and thirty-one hammers, and that would be the most perfect result.

He knew it was successful. Although it was not a perfect awakening, the experience gained from the nine hundred and thirty-one hammer strikes was real. Just as the last hammer fell, he heard a "ding!" sound, indicating that the awakening was successful. However, before he had time to watch, he fainted from exhaustion.

Finally he let out a long sigh, put down his burdens and wanted to relax his slightly depressed heart.

"Master! Master!"

Hey, why is it so difficult to get a good night's sleep?

Helpless, Qin Feng could only open his eyes and get up to open the door:

"Oh Wushangbo!"

I checked earlier and found that Qin Feng had already recovered and was relieved that he was safe.

"Sir, the dean wants you to come over. The teacher from Xihua County will arrive to pick you up at noon today!"

Qin Feng thought about it and muttered:

"It's still two months before the county academies start recruiting students. Xihua Academy is in such a hurry to come here. It seems that the situation is really urgent!"

"Yeah! This old slave also thought so. I don't know what the situation is now!"

"let's go!"

After Qin Feng finished speaking, the forging clothes on his body changed, and a dark blue robe appeared. He walked out, and Wushang followed closely!

There was no one in the academy, so the two of them went straight to the fighting arena outside the second gate.

At this time in the fighting arena, four teachers and students were watching a fight. Qin Feng walked straight to Wei Honglu and stood beside him.

There were two people standing next to them, one older and one younger.

The older man had a short beard, a black Confucian robe, a black Confucian scarf on his head, and dark grey short boots.

The young man was wearing a red robe, black thin-soled boots, a white Confucian scarf on his head, and four small white characters "Xihua Academy" on his chest.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the two young men fighting in the arena.

Both of them are Qi Refiners, one of them holds a silver exhaust fan and the other holds a silver dagger.

This exhaust fan was made by Qin Feng. It was a level 4 spiritual weapon with wind attribute and was of good quality. But the name alone made Qin Feng laugh for a long while.

The other person has water attribute, and it can be seen that he is at a disadvantage.

Sure enough, within ten breaths after Qin Feng spoke, the student with water attribute was defeated.

The two returned to their team, and the elder from Xihua Academy clapped his hands:

"Not bad, not bad. He wins because of the weapon in his hand. Although this light silver exhaust fan is only a fourth-level spiritual weapon, it can be seen that it is full of spiritual energy. It must be made by an expert."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the students and the four teachers:

"Everyone, it seems that I can only say sorry for Qingshui County's enrollment this time. Although the fighting between the students just now was exciting, to be honest, none of them are qualified to enter Xihua Academy."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd behind Qin Feng suddenly exploded.

The fan then roared:

"I don't accept it! Master, I am Han Xiyuan, 26 years old, with a natural physical body of 13 feet, and I can be called a genius. Now I am at the fourth level of cultivation. In terms of strength, no one in Qingshui County can match me. Master, what are the conditions to be qualified to enter Xihua Academy?"

"That's right! Isn't this bullying our academy?"

"Isn't it? It's like this every time I come here!"

The crowd was a little excited at this moment.

Wei Honglu was also feeling frustrated. He had been helpless for hundreds of years. This time, he had several good talents, but they were still looked down upon. How could he not be angry?

The old man saw that Wei Honglu looked unhappy, and then he laughed:

"Haha! Although the admission threshold has been lowered a lot this time, please understand that you are really not qualified. As for the reason?"

At this point he looked at the young man beside him:

"This is the student we recruited from Chang'an County last time. His name is Han Mingjie. In last year's college competition, he won the 27th place in the same level. Now he ranks 147th on the college's list of geniuses. Han Mingjie, you go up!"

After hearing this, Han Mingjie said yes and flew onto the fighting stage.

"My name is Han Mingjie, a level 5 great swordsman, holding a level 5 Lingwu Sanling Golden Sword."

After saying this, his body shook, and his stature suddenly grew taller. At the same time, he took shape, and was nearly two meters tall.

Han Mingjie waved the golden sword in his hand, and a golden curtain wall shining brightly appeared in front of him.

"This is my defensive skill. If someone comes up and breaks my defense, then you are qualified. To be fair, I will weaken my defense by 50%. Everyone, just use your strongest attack."

As he spoke, the defensive wall gradually dimmed until it glowed with a faint golden light.

Seeing this scene, the following little guys jumped onto the fighting stage, their blood and energy burning:

"I'll go first, look at my golden light!"

A golden light struck the defensive wall from top to bottom, "Bang!"

The defensive wall shook, but there was no effect at all.

"It's my turn, Golden Sword and Eagle Feather!"

A golden feather broke through the air and pierced into the defense wall with a hissing sound. The defense wall emitted a golden light and shook slightly, but it was still solid.

"Watch me! Boulder bombardment!"

A huge ochre-colored stone fell on Han Mingjie's head. Han Mingjie smiled slightly and raised his finger. The defensive wall flew up and hit the stone, and the boulder was instantly crushed into powder.

The three guys who thought they were pretty awesome were easily blocked by the enemy's defense wall which had only 50% of its defense power. The others were dumbfounded.

"Forget about us. Han Xiyuan, you should go!"

Although Han Xiyuan was stronger than everyone else, he was not much stronger. These three were not good enough, and he was worried. But since it was already like this, he could only go all out.

Taking two steps forward, Han Xiyuan shouted loudly and squeezed his sea of ​​blood with all his strength. The sea of ​​blood immediately began to churn, and the color of the concrete body above his head gradually turned dark blue.

Everyone could see clearly that Han Xiyuan was going to fight to the death. Not really, he would be able to recover in a few months after draining all his energy!

Seeing this, Wei Honglu wanted to step forward to stop him, but the old man from Xihua Academy raised his hand to stop him and laughed:

"Hahaha! Don't be nervous, old man. It's okay!"

Han Xiyuan slowly raised the exhaust fan in his hand and said:

"Wind Cone, go!"

A whirlwind was seen rising in front of the exhaust fan. The whirlwind gradually compressed until it was compressed into a long spindle-shaped wind cone the size of a palm. It was extremely condensed and then shot out.

Qin Feng nodded and thought, "This Han Xiyuan has understood the rules of this game. As long as he can break the wind wall, even if it's just a little bit, he'll win. The smaller the force-bearing area, the greater the pressure. He's a top student in physics! But I'm afraid this wind cone can't break this light wall!"

The long spindle-shaped wind cone was like a blue lightning with a sharp whistle, and it hit the wall of light directly.

"boom!"