The next morning, Han Feng went to the spiritual pressure room to practice as usual.
Now that I have more than 200 merit points, I can finally practice normally for a while.
He practiced in the reiatsu room in the morning, and immediately rushed to the back mountain in the afternoon, heading to the waterfall to start practicing his spear.
Even if you can stay on the boulder for a few breaths at most at a time and perform a few gun skills, you will be washed down by the waterfall.
Han Feng climbed up the boulder again tirelessly and waved the spear in his hand.
This way, more than half a month has passed, and the Korean wind is like this every day, whether it is windy or rainy, and it never stops.
As time goes by, the time he stays on the boulder is getting longer and longer, and he can perform more and more moves!
…
In the afternoon of this day, Han Feng once again jumped onto the smooth mirror-like boulder.
With his back against the raging waterfall, his body was rooted to the spot like a green pine.
But I saw him holding the Stormrage King Spear with a determined gaze. The spear withstood the impact of the water waves, sometimes paddling, sometimes sprinting, and sometimes slashing in the waves...!
Each move seems simple, but in order to resist the impact of the waterfall and perform the move perfectly, it is necessary to control the power with absolute precision.
There are even strict requirements on the control of the body's muscles and every inch of muscle!
Han Feng performed the basic thirteen moves all the way, and when he performed the last move, he raised his spear and shook the "gun flower".
Finally, his body shook, his feet slipped a little, and he was washed directly down by the waterfall.
When Han Feng fell into the water, he swept his spear across the water, and the gun body slapped the water, creating a wave of water.
He used the force of his body to make a vertical leap, and then jumped onto the boulder, continuing to practice the basic thirteen postures.
He practiced like this until dusk. Although Han Feng couldn't do whatever he wanted, he could still manage to use the thirteen marksmanship under the waterfall at once.
Today, Han Feng's cultivation process was watched by Dugu Nianxue who was standing at the back door of the cave.
She couldn't help but nodded slightly and said to herself.
"After practicing for only half a month, he is already as good as an ordinary person who has spent several years practicing. Is this guy really a prodigy in the art of shooting?
It's a pity that his cultivation is too weak, otherwise three years later..."
I don't know what she thought of, but Dugu Nianxue's beautiful face showed a hint of complicated sadness.
…
At dusk, Han Feng tidied up a bit and prepared to leave the back mountain again.
When he entered the cave from the backyard, he saw Dugu Nianxue at the door.
After being stunned for a moment, Han Feng bowed and saluted.
"The disciple has met his mentor."
During these days, although Han Feng practiced here every day, he saw Dugu Nianxue only a few times.
After all, as the top tutor of Tiannan College, the other party is already busy with things.
Besides, she is not Han Feng's master, so she doesn't need to give him guidance all the time.
I just bumped into him occasionally, and she would come and say a few words about Korean style.
In response to Han Feng's greetings, Dugu Nianxue just nodded slightly.
Cherishing words like gold, she waved her hand casually, indicating that Han Feng could leave.
Han Feng had just taken a few steps when Dugu Nianxue stopped him again.
Han Feng turned around in surprise.
"What are your instructions, instructor?"
Dugu Nianxue pondered for a moment.
"You are already quite proficient in the basic thirteen moves. In addition to practicing your moves under the waterfall every day, you can also hone your marksmanship in actual combat, so that you can master them faster.
Accumulate and develop, the gun will become its own! "
"Actual combat?"
Han Feng was slightly surprised.
Dugu Nianxue said.
"Originally, it would be best for you to go to the Academy's "Oven Tower" to practice your spear skills. Unfortunately, the Oven Tower only allows intermediate and above disciples to enter. You can think of other ways."
"Oven tower?"
Han Feng was slightly stunned, then nodded in agreement, said goodbye and left.
When passing through the exit of the back mountain, the disciple on duty allowed Han Feng to pass without checking his waistband.
After all, Han Feng goes in and out of the back mountain every day, and he is only a junior disciple, a handyman who carries manure and fertilizes his master.
The intermediate disciples on duty felt no pressure when interacting with Han Feng.
Now they are all very familiar with Han Feng, and they even call Han Feng "the shit-picking boy" behind his back.
…
After leaving the back mountain, Han Feng returned to the dormitory, entered the pot realm again, and soaked his whole body in the spiritual pool.
After just half a month of training, he could clearly feel that his strength was constantly increasing.
The first is the marksmanship, as he becomes more and more proficient in the basic thirteen movements.
Han Feng could feel that the power of the Blood Fiend Soul-Destroying Spear Technique was significantly enhanced.
Not only that, because he had to stabilize his body on the waterfall boulder, Han Feng's body skills were also honed invisibly, and he became more and more proficient in the third level of Fengleibu.
There is also the Chijuan Ba Tijue. Han Feng practices under the waterfall every day until he is exhausted, which naturally consumes a huge amount of energy and blood in his body.
But then he soaked in the pool of life spirit fluid, and a large amount of vitality and energy poured into his body.
Under this cycle, Han Feng's energy and blood power became stronger and stronger, and the condensed energy and blood armor was naturally more powerful, and he was not far from the "realm of great success".
In addition, Han Feng's spiritual power was compressed in the spiritual pressure chamber every day and absorbed the pure spiritual energy in the demon refining pot, and his cultivation level had improved again.
Presumably it won't be long before you can enter the realm of the Nine Stars of the Brilliance Level.
Such high-intensity training every day not only tempers Han Feng's physical body, but also sharpens his mental power.
During this period of time, Han Feng's mental power had invisibly increased a lot.
It can be said that Han Feng's overall strength has improved a lot in the past half month of training.
More importantly, he has made his "foundation" stronger.
…
Han Feng spent the night without words, practicing.
In the early morning of the next day, Han Feng did not go to the reiatsu room because today was the morning class time again once every five days.
When they went out, they saw Qin Yan and Yuan Xiaobiao, and the three of them walked together.
On the way, Yuan Xiaobiao said: "Boss, why have I been missing you lately? What are you busy with?"
Han Feng said casually: "Of course it's cultivation."
Yuan Xiaobiao glanced at Han Feng and suddenly said with a strange expression.
"What...Boss, I heard rumors recently that there is a new student in our class who runs to the back hill all day long, saying that he works as a handyman for Teacher Dugu, but it seems that he goes to fertilize.
What's that man's nickname... As for the "Poop Picking Boy", uh... the appearance they described is quite similar to you, boss. That Poop Picking Boy can't be..."
Han Feng twitched the corner of his mouth and interrupted with a dark face.
"Fart, that's not me!"
Yuan Xiaobiao was so frightened that he stuck out his tongue and did not dare to say any more.
Han Feng was secretly depressed, thinking that Dugu Nianxue had given him the title of a handyman disciple, that was all. Why did he choose a job of "fertilizing".
If this spreads in the academy, where will my old face be from now on?
When he was depressed, Han Feng couldn't help but asked curiously when he saw Qin Yan beside him with an unkempt beard and a bruised nose and face.
"Qin Yan, what's wrong with you? Someone beat you?"
Hearing this, Qin Yan rubbed his weathered face, then spit and cursed.
“Damn it, I don’t know which bastard used my identity to hook up with many female disciples from the academy, and people keep coming to my door in the past two days.
Yesterday I was really impatient and scolded a fat girl a few times, and she gave me a fat beating. It was so unlucky! "
Han Feng couldn't help but feel guilty after hearing this. He touched his nose and pretended to be profound.
"Well...you are destined to be a peach blossom. You should have such a disaster in your life."
