Chapter 95 Meng's Secret

The sun is shining high, and the blue sky is floating with white clouds, like silk.

Feeling the warmth of the warm wind blowing on his face, Gao Feng turned around and took a deep look at the quaint and gorgeous gate of Sanya College again. He bowed deeply, and then turned to a luxurious carriage not far away. The chariot is pulled by four strong beasts, which is very magnificent.

William, who leaned against the chariot, saw the peak's progress, and then grinned and said, "Lao San, this is a high-end chariot. The four-headed beasts can greatly reduce your journey home. Well, you can get to Huangyan City in ten days at most."

"Hey hey.... This is already very good. I remember that when I first came to Sanya College, I didn't even take an ordinary torto beast chariot, and it took me a month to arrive with Uncle Price. Thank you, Boss William. See you in a month!" Satisfiedly jumping into the chariot, Gao Feng nodded and laughed.

"Okay, hurry up and go. Have a good trip..." Waving his hand carelessly, a traceless trace of reluctance flashed in William's eyes.

"Master Gao Feng, please sit down!" He saluted William respectfully, and the middle-aged guard who controlled the torto beast laughed, and then shouted strangely. The four-headed torto beast roared, suddenly turned into four dark shadows, and pulled the chariot to leave quickly...

Unconsciously, six days have passed. Under the high-end chariot day and night, the peak has come to the storm city, which is only eight hundred miles away from Huangyan City. Because it is very close to Huangyan City, the peak sent the chariot and decided to walk back leisurely for two or three days.

The afternoon sun is getting hotter and hotter, and the pedestrians on the road are still flowing, which is obviously the reason why the Homecoming Festival is coming.

On the dusty road, a resolute teenager walked quickly with a broad sword on his back, and there was a faint sweat on the tip of his nose. Looking up at Jiaoyang, who was getting hotter and hotter, the teenager cursed secretly and walked forward quickly again.

This teenager, who rushed on the road with a broad sword on his back, was the peak when he was ready to go home.

"Roar..." A low roar of the beast suddenly came behind him. Gao Feng hurriedly flashed to the roadside and turned to look back.

The three-headed beast with scales and a huge size like a pangolin has roared and rushed over. The green pupils exuded a faint blue light. The three arrogant young men stood up with their heads held high, and the wind blew their clothes and turned over. The ferocious ape-like beast pattern on the white collar was lifelike, and a pair of No one looks like anyone.

Oh! Sneer! Sneer!

The galloping fierce beast carried a strong wind, stirring up a burst of dust, and the roar of the beast had gone away.

"Swordsman's high-level fierce beast, blue-eye scale armor beast!" Gao Feng frowned. For this common low-level fierce beast, Gao Feng had seen the relevant introduction in the library of the college, so he recognized it at a glance.

"Huh! What an arrogant young man!" A fat middle-aged man next to Gao Feng dusted the dust on his body and was dissatisfied.

"Haha... Dude, this is the territory of Fengbo City, which is under the jurisdiction of the "Belite" family of the imperial family. Didn't you see the purple-eyed ape beast standard on the youth costumes just now? That's what the direct children of the Belite family are qualified to wear. It's not something we can easily provoke. A middle-aged man with a tall and yellow face on his shoulders whispered when he heard the words.

"The Belite family? The children of the imperial family are really arrogant enough to ride the high-level fierce beasts of swordsmen when they travel at will. Gao Feng sneered and continued to move forward. Although he is also a member of the imperial family, he is very disdainful from the bottom of his heart for the children of those big families who rely on the power of the family.

The sky gradually darkened. After a day's peak, I came to Xiyang City. I casually found a hotel, and the peak stayed.

Sitting at the head of the bed with his knees cross-legged, Gao Feng's calm hands moved one after another, driving a mysterious trajectory. A trace of mottled five series of spiritual power slowly flowed into the body, constantly expanding the spiritual vortex in the body.

"Wow!"

After a long time, Gao Feng took a long breath, his eyes suddenly opened, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes.

"I now spend a lot of time running five spiritual secrets continuously every time, and the cultivation speed has reached half of the cultivation speed of the lower spiritual root. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it will take at least seven or eight years to break through." Gao Feng stroked his chin with his left hand and thought about it.

"I remember that several tutors of Sanya College said that if you want to break through the high level of the swordsman and reach the sword king, you need to have enough understanding of the spiritual power you practiced to have a chance. There are many high-level strong swordsmen on the mainland, because they can't make the spiritual vortex transform into a spiritual core in one fell swoop because they have a deep understanding of the spiritual power they practice. In the end, due to the decline of the body and the lack of qi and blood, they attract hatred to leave. In this way, if I want to break through, don't I have to have enough understanding of the five spiritual powers at the same time? Gao Feng was shocked by his abrupt idea. The more he thought about it, the more he felt reasonable and smiled bitterly. Only then did Gao Feng really feel that he underestimated the difficulty of the five-series mottled physique to become a peerless strong man.

He rubbed his head, and Gao Feng's face was full of bitterness. After a while, he shook his head, making himself temporarily forget the pain of cultivation. Looking at the white moonlight outside the window, he muttered to himself, "I don't know if my eldest brother will come back this year. Since he was taken away by the Piao Miao Pavilion, one of the four great holy places four years ago. After that, I haven't seen him for three years.

At the same time, in a quiet courtyard near Saint-dia College, a strong teenager was also carrying his hands on his back and looking at the white moon above his head.

The white moonlight shone down and put a layer of fluorescent white light on the teenager's face. The teenager turned around and turned out to be confused.

"Jiulao, help me prepare a variety of drugs for the dragon refining method. Also, please make a set of training plans for me as soon as possible. I will use this month to improve my strength as much as possible!" There was a trace of respect in the indifferent voice.

"Okay, Master Meng, I will help you handle it as soon as possible." An old and languous voice echoed in the courtyard, and a thin old man in red robe sat cross-legged in the house.

"Master Meng, have you really decided to go to the Death Mountain for training? Although it is not the four dangerous places, and the ten fierce places are so famous, it is also one of the seventy-one ordinary dangerous places in the mainland, especially the groups of black maned giant beasts that often appear on the edge, which are extremely easy to explode and are not afraid of death. He hesitated a little, thought for a moment, and asked again softly.

"Go ahead and arrange it. In this experience, I just want to refine myself between life and death, so that I can break through myself and grow rapidly. At that time, my father was under the siege of the black mane giant beast and understood how to stay sober after madness, so why can't I? The fine light in the blindfolded eyes shot coldly.

Although Meng is indifferent, he is very arrogant in his heart. In addition to admiration for his third brother Gao Feng, he does not pay much attention to other people of the same age, and for various reasons, he has also developed the habit of being silent.

"Alas!"

The old man in red robe in the room sighed gently and looked at the burly and indifferent Meng with a sympathetic face.

For the second young master designated by the family to be guarded by himself, in addition to respect, the old man in red robe is more sympathetic.

"In another 12 years, if there is no special situation, I'm afraid that 90% of Mr. Meng, who is brought up by himself, may be torn up by his eldest brother, right?" Thinking of the young master's super talent, fierce and domineering eyes, the old man in red robe looked at Meng's eyes more and more sympathized.

However, he really agrees with the family's unique and fierce way of campaigning for patriarchs over the years. It is precisely because of this kind of cruel and almost cruel clan rule that the family can maintain its strong strength for a long time and become the strongest among the families of several descendants of human dragons, and is deeply loved by the noble thunder and lightning dragons.

And the Mongolian family's method of selecting future patriarchs is like the purebred Zang Ao on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. In order to preserve the best bloodline, he has to tear up with his bud brothers since he was a child, and the last surviving Zang Ao will become a terrible dog of tearing the wolf and leopard.