Zhao Feng said secretly in his heart.

Soon, he began to perform the thirty-two styles of Yan Gang Fist.

Hu bang bang...

The fist made a whistling sound and vibrated violently, with astonishing power.

Zhao Feng had just thrown a few punches when he felt something was wrong.

During the breath, the energy and blood in the body surged, and it was so powerful that a punch could have at least four to five hundred kilograms of force.

"Huh!"

Zhao Feng was slightly surprised, his fists in his hands were like two balls of fierce fire, roaring in an astonishing way.

Bangkacha——

He hit the big tree in front of him with one punch, and a branch as thick as a fist broke into several pieces in an instant.

"No! This is definitely not the power of the first level of martial arts. Could it be..."

Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat.

In order to verify his conjecture, he took a deep breath, exerted all his strength, stimulated his energy and blood, and stepped hard on the ground.

Boom!

As soon as the ground shook, the soil peeled off and shattered, causing Zhao Feng's feet to sink half an inch into the ground.

He looked happy, and struck a large stone weighing dozens of kilograms in front of him with another palm, and the stone immediately fell into pieces.

This kind of power is definitely beyond the reach of the first level of martial arts.

"The second level of martial arts... I actually broke through to the second level of martial arts!"

Zhao Feng was ecstatic and closed his eyes, feeling the stronger Qi and blood in his body.

He originally thought that it would take a day or two to break through to the second level of martial arts, but unexpectedly, after sleeping for one night, he would be promoted naturally.

As his consciousness merged into his left eye, Zhao Feng discovered that the light cyan spiral halo in the dark space extended from one foot to two feet.
Chapter completed!