What kind of cultivation is it?

Feng Ziyue smiled faintly, he couldn't say this question well.

If you look at the actual Xuan Qi cultivation, after the battle with Luan Tingfu, he broke through the barrier and just entered the realm of martial arts. This way is gradual, it is really tricky, he passed four levels in a row within half a year, it is already a move against the sky, and no one will believe it.

But his body, tempered by the sharp gold qi in the body of the ninth-level demon beast Golden Retriever God, and tempered into a body of steel by hundreds of swords with the terrifying and terrifying ten thousand swords created by Ram Xi, is also worthy of the combat power of a martial artist.

Coupled with his swordsmanship skills, he is at least confident that he will not suffer a loss against the Great Martial Artist!

Of course, this matter can't be explained to Feng Tianhe, Feng Ziyue only said that he is about the same as a great martial artist, Rao is so, Feng Tianhe still laughed, and looked up and down on his grandson meaningfully.

"Three generations produce a character, and ten generations produce a dragon - our Feng family, it seems that there is really going to be a dragon!"

If you can really break through the realm of Wuzun before the age of twenty, then the people in the Canglan Holy Mountain and the Secret Realm of the Holy Land of Martial Arts will have to come to pick you up, which is something that only happens once in hundreds of years.

Being reminded by Feng Tianhe, Feng Ziyue also suddenly remembered this legend.

Among the teenagers who practiced martial arts in the Ming Kingdom, it has always been said by word of mouth that if they are twenty years old, they can break through to the realm of martial arts. The legendary innate master will appear to accept apprentices, and from then on he can step into the realm of magical and mysterious martial arts.

Of course, as they get older, few people will believe this kind of thing anymore, because those who have practiced martial arts will not believe that someone can be promoted to the realm of martial arts before the age of twenty.

However, in this legend, the part about the Canglan Holy Mountain is more reliable.

Every few decades, this martial arts holy place will send people to inspect the progress of the martial arts cultivation of young people in the secular world, and all teenagers who are under the age of twenty can voluntarily participate in the so-called heavenly martial arts trial, and those who get the first place can be taken to the holy mountain to be cultivated as the successor of the martial saint.

If someone reached the realm of martial arts at the age of twenty, then he could naturally sweep the Heavenly Martial Trial and become the target of the selection of the Canglan Holy Mountain.

Feng Ziyue's heart moved, thinking of his mother's injury, if he could attract the attention of Canglan Holy Mountain, it would be much easier to go to the mountain to study and obtain the Qingsheng White Cang's Ear Fruit.

With his current cultivation, if there was no accident, there shouldn't be any problem in winning the first place in this Tianwu trial.

The only obstacle is that Ji Sansi, the young palace master of the Flower Palace, came out of thin air!

Feng Ziyue was furious at the thought of this enemy who had killed Fluttershy, but this person's cultivation was unfathomable, and in the two years before the Tianwu Trial, he still needed to work hard to win against this Second Ancestor - the most important thing was that after killing him, he also had to deal with the counterattack of the Flower Palace!

Feng Tianhe looked at the uncertain expression on his face, and said with a hearty smile: "Yue'er doesn't have to worry too much, although this kind of opportunity is important, but the people of my generation who practice martial arts focus on being open-minded, and it is happy to win and defeat, don't be too stubborn......"

The way of martial arts, thousands of thousands, being able to go to the holy mountain does not mean that you will definitely be able to break through the innate nature. The most important thing for a martial arts boy is to have high ambitions, and he may not be able to get out of a way.

Feng Ziyue knew that his grandfather would be wrong, but what he said was also right, so he smiled and nodded at the moment, indicating that he understood.

Feng Tianhe nodded approvingly, paused, and suddenly frowned: "The matter of the Luan family is over, and someone in the clan will deal with it." Yue'er, I just have something to tell you......"

As soon as Luan Tingfu died, the pillars fell, and the Luan family naturally couldn't gain a foothold in Wuyang City. They offended the Feng family, and Feng Tianhe would not allow them to be at ease, anyway, the Luan family was originally a subsidiary family of the Feng family, and they were at a loss, so they were swept away and took over their family property, and the Zheng family and Zhuge Dan, who had always maintained fairness, could not say anything.

The Luan family's property is filled into the Feng family, and when the time comes, Feng Tianhe will naturally not forget to give his grandson a share, which does not need to be detailed.

Feng Tianhe is now focusing on another thing.

"Yue'er, just in the morning, the old guy from the Zheng family sent a letter, saying that Feng Zheng Dabi wanted to advance it to the sixth day of the next month. ”

"Oh?"

Feng Ziyue was taken aback.

If before this, the strength of the Zheng family was superior, at least above the second and third generations of martial arts cultivation, the Zheng family had the upper hand, Zheng Jingwei with the realm of a great martial artist, but the wind of martial artist cultivation could not be defeated, and Zheng Hu, who was at the peak of the samurai, could easily defeat the third generation of any Feng family.

At this time, it makes sense that the Zheng family wants to compete in advance, so as not to have too many dreams at night. It's just that Feng Tianhe categorically won't agree.

But now, after Feng Ziyue rose and killed Zheng Hu, in the third generation of the two families, they are almost invincible - that is to say, most of the Zheng family will lose this battle.

At this time, they have to compare in advance, and for what reason?

Could it be ......

Feng Ziyue's gaze was on Feng Tianhe.

The second-generation Zheng Jingwei is uneven against the wind, and there is almost no suspense, so the two games have one win and one loss, and the two families have drawn, and the Zheng family dares to propose a big competition in advance, but Zheng Tu actually has the certainty of winning the wind and Tianhe!

Feng Tianhe's face sank, and he said awe-inspiringly: "If Zheng Tu's old man dares to look down on the old man, then he will have to suffer!

In the past thirty years, Zheng Tu has never won Feng Tianhe once, and the arrogance of Old Man Feng will never be able to retreat!

Feng Ziyue frowned and thought about it, intuition that this matter was a little strange.

※※※

"Grandpa, why do you need to practice that self-mutilating body exercise!"

In the secret room of the Zheng family, a young man with an arrogant face with a cruel smile supported Zheng Tu and sat beside him loudly.

Zheng Jingwei and Zheng Mingyu were both standing on the side, their faces were full of joy and fear.

"What's so difficult for my grandson to pick the Feng family alone?"

He raised his head proudly, and between his words, he didn't take Feng Tianhe, a martial artist who had been famous for many years, in his eyes. Zheng Mingyu's eyes lit up, "Brother, are you saying that you want to break through three levels and destroy the Feng family by yourself?"

"Nonsense!"

Zheng Tu coughed a few times and shook his head gloomily, "Long'er, don't be too confident. Although you have been taught by a master, you can't be compared with us old decays, but Feng Tianhe has been famous for more than 30 years, and you may not be able to win his ...... with one hand."

Zheng Long snorted coldly, obviously not convinced by what his grandfather said.

"If we pick three levels in a row and completely sweep the Feng family out of Wuyang City, then we will naturally raise our eyebrows, but if there is any mistake and lose, even if our Zheng family loses, then our years of hard work will not be ruined?"

Zheng Tu has been lying on his back for many years, and he specially recalled this grandson Zheng Long, so he naturally asked for nothing to be lost.

"Grandpa asks for stability?"

Zheng Long's narrow eyes showed a sinister fierce light, and he sneered, "That's not impossible—isn't the pillar of the Feng family the Feng Tianhe?"