Within a few breaths.

The huge helm of the Iron Blood Sect was penetrated by Taoist Baiyun's spiritual senses.

Inside the main rudder.

Many members of the Iron-Blooded Sect feel a mysterious and huge spiritual power, and have the illusion that they are being oppressed by the vast lake and sea, and that their body and mind are being soaked.

That invisible spiritual oppression makes people feel panicky, stuffy, and have difficulty breathing.

This was Daoist Baiyun trying his best to restrain himself, just to search for Zhao Feng's whereabouts. If he unleashed the coercion of Master Danyuan's artistic conception with all his strength, I'm afraid some weak True Spiritual Realms might vomit blood on the spot.

"Senior Taoist Master, Zhao Feng is really not at the helm of the Iron-Blooded Sect. He went out for meditation a few days ago, and no one knows his whereabouts."

The blood-haired Tiemo sighed and shook his head.

He still vaguely remembered the scene when Zhao Feng set out and the little thieving cat on his shoulder tossed up the bronze coins and made a "ding-ding" sound.

But Taoist Baiyun obviously didn't believe it.

Otherwise, he would not have released his spiritual consciousness and enveloped and penetrated the entire Iron-Blooded Cult.

"Behind Taoist Baiyun is the Tianyuan Sect, which is at the level of ten sects in the mainland."

Leader Hong felt a slight chill in his heart and broke into a cold sweat because of Zhao Feng.

Taoist Baiyun has a relatively high status and prestige among the mainland sages, and his qualifications are also very deep.

Even Master Hong may not be Taoist Baiyun's opponent at his peak.

What's more, Leader Hong has not fully recovered his strength yet.

Regardless of the strength and quantity of the venerables, the Tianyuan Sect, as one of the ten sects in the mainland, has basically reached the threshold of a one-star sect, and its foundation far exceeds that of the Iron-Blooded Sect.

"That boy, is he really not here?"

Taoist Baiyun withdrew his spiritual senses and apologized slightly to Master Hong.

In the search just now, his movements were relatively restrained, he did not really exude the power of a venerable person, and he had some concerns about Master Hong.

During the search, Taoist Master Baiyun also discovered the unparalleled genius "Yu Tianhao".

"Tianhao, are you here too?"

Taoist Master Baiyun has a pleasant voice, a smile on his face, and is relatively polite.

Swish

Yu Tianhao took one step and entered the side hall. His movement and artistic conception exceeded the ordinary half-step Danyuan realm.

"Haha, it turns out you are here to see Zhao Feng too?"

After questioning, Taoist Baiyun couldn't help but be stunned when he got the answer.

"Yes, but I can't wait too long."

Yu Tianhao replied.

Taoist Baiyun couldn't help but think thoughtfully: Yu Tianhao's father, Yu Xingchen, has the best combat power among the mainland's sages. Moreover, the background of the Yu family is not simple.

With Yu Tianhao's talent and accomplishments, it is very simple to enter the Three Holy Temples. He could have done it ten years ago.

But Yu Tianhao has not joined the Three Holy Temples yet.

In the blink of an eye, several months passed.

Canopy Country, Hengshui Bay.

Deep in a fast-flowing river, there are several steep cliffs standing. They are surrounded by lush greenery, but steam is steaming across them for several miles, obstructing the view.

On the top of the cliff, in the center of the mist area, sat a blue-haired boy.

In the surrounding water mist, traces of dark green electric arcs appeared from time to time, and the invisible cold wind lingered around like a blade.

The blue-haired boy was motionless, with a layer of wind and thunder patterns surrounding his body, which was dark green and translucent.

If you look carefully, you will see that there is a delicate lilac aura in the dark blue wind and thunder, which accounts for about one-tenth of the original blue wind and thunder.

As the lilac aura moved, it faintly exuded a wisp of destructive aura.

This aura of destruction caused many insect beasts within several miles to instinctively panic. Just like before a catastrophe, some insect beasts would have an instinctive premonition of crisis.

Over time.

The delicate purple aura seemed to be blended into the dark blue wind and thunder.

Buzz

A ball of electric light appeared in the palm of the blue-haired boy's hand, with a circle of lavender trickles clearly visible at its core, moving rapidly.

In an instant.

The original cyan wind and thunder group's aura more than doubled. It seemed silent, but it became deep. The outer layer was whirlpool-shaped, and it was faintly twisted in the void.

The aura of destruction and violence suddenly spread out, and everything within a radius of ten miles was completely silent.

meow

A silver-gray thief cat appeared on the young man's shoulder, seemingly alarmed.

"The meaning of this purple wind and thunder is really powerful. One portion of purple wind and thunder can be worth more than a dozen portions of cyan wind and thunder."

Zhao Feng's eyes flashed with excitement.

After coming out of the Purple Saint Ruins, after such a long time, Zhao Feng's understanding of the Fenglei Ancient Stele has been increasing in depth.

According to common sense.

This higher level of "Purple Wind and Thunder" generally requires half a step to the Danyuan realm before you can try to comprehend and practice.

However, Zhao Feng has a strong spiritual source and extraordinary learning and understanding ability. He began to try to practice Purple Wind and Thunder before he was promoted to the Lord.

Today.

Zhao Feng's heart and soul have grown stronger, catching up with the Alchemy Realm venerables, and his mental state is almost the same as the half-step Danyuan Realm.

In the past few months, his understanding of Purple Wind and Thunder has made great progress.

Buzz

I saw that the "electric wind group" between Zhao Feng's palms was a layer of light purple in the depths, and gradually turned into cyan on the outside. The degree of integration between the two was gradually increasing.

"With "Purple Wind and Thunder" as the core, the power and artistic conception of the cyan wind and thunder more than doubled.

Zhao Feng had a smile on his face and was very satisfied.

You must know that Zhao Feng did not actually use the purple wind and thunder attack when he fought against the Three-Eyed Holy Son. He only used one or two when avoiding the forbidden pupil technique.

In comparison.

The purple wind and thunder that Zhao Feng now comprehends is more than twice as powerful as before.

More importantly, the purple wind and thunder comprehended are integrated into the core of one's own wind and thunder power, giving greater control.

Poof

Zhao Feng waved his hand, and the ball of electric light was instantly annihilated and dissipated along with the purple aura at its core.

"I have been practicing for more than two months. After Master Hong comes out of seclusion, I don't know what the situation of the great country of Tianpeng will be like."

Only then did Zhao Feng remember his position as deputy leader.

meow

The little thief cat stood on his shoulder, threw up a few bronze coins, made a "ding" sound, and then shook his head.

"Huh? You mean, let me continue to practice..."

Zhao Feng was slightly startled.

This time when he went out for retreat, to a certain extent, he had a little thieving cat guiding him.

Zhao Feng has mostly believed in the miraculous ability of little thieving cats to seek good luck and avoid evil.

He expected that if he practiced in seclusion in the Iron-Blood Sect and was involved in many affairs, the results might not be as good as here.

Therefore, Zhao Feng listened to the little thieving cat's guidance this time.

"Well, with the venerable Master Hong sitting in charge, I don't need to worry about the overall situation of the Iron-Blooded Religion."

Zhao Feng closed his eyes again.

In the next few days, he began to study and understand the combat skills of Fenglei inheritance based on the existing foundation.

Ten days later.

Zhao Feng temporarily encountered a bottleneck in his participation in Fenglei inheritance.

meow

The little thieving cat tossed up the ancient copper coin and shook his head again.

"All right."

He simply changed direction and merged his mind into the "Ice King Spear".
To be continued...