In the space of the left eye, a pattern scene appeared, vivid and vivid on the paper. The evolution of several patterns actually presented a somewhat mysterious artistic conception.

The patterns and scenes he captured were also slightly incomplete and blurry. Although they could not constitute a complete holy-grade martial arts, the secrets contained in them were better than those of ordinary top-level martial arts.

Follow the wind!

Zhao Feng saw the name of the residual style represented under the pattern.

This move was exactly the residual form of the holy martial arts that Zhao Linlong had previously performed, but he could only touch some of it.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Feng opened his left eye and captured the second pattern change.

The changes in the pattern in the second section are more complex, and the impact of the artistic conception is stronger.

The second style, wind style!

Zhao Feng successfully absorbed the changing artistic conception of this pattern into the space of his left eye, and felt tired in his mind.

The more complex and advanced the scene captured by his left eye, the greater the consumption of his mental energy.

The third pose, residual wind pose!

Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and held on, absorbing the changes in the pattern on the third section of the stone wall into the space of his left eye.

This third formula is more complicated than the second formula and is more difficult to absorb.

At this time, the tiredness in my mind became more and more intense.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Feng's forehead, and he felt tired.

With the rest of his energy, he wanted to absorb the patterns of the fourth "Gale Wind" style, but he was somewhat unable to do so.

call!

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, activated the "Ling Du Qi Jue", and seized the time to regain his energy.

Outside the stone gate, the martial arts inner strength of the three Zhao clan elders continued to pour in, and they could only last for thirty breaths in total.

The time left for him is getting less and less.

Ten breaths...fifteen breaths...twenty breaths...

Seeing that the time is approaching the upper limit.

The three elders outside Shimen gradually became a little frustrated.

Twenty-five breaths...twenty-six breaths...twenty-seven breaths...

Zhao Feng's breathing gradually became rapid.

At this time, the fatigue from the mind has eased slightly.

There are only two or three breaths left.

Gale style!

Zhao Feng suddenly opened his left eye, and a layer of green luster floated on the surface of the eye pupil, absorbing the artistic conception of the fourth stage of the pattern.

Boom——

The next moment, his consciousness was submerged by a violent wind of flames, and his whole body felt as hot and uncomfortable as if it was being burned.

The violent and violent wind seems to be able to destroy everything. It burns, explodes, sweeps and engulfs everything in its path...

"Is this still a power that a warrior can achieve?"

Zhao Feng's heart was shaking, his mouth was dry, and all the water in his body seemed to have been evaporated.

But in the real reality, he was not harmed in any way, just an impact of artistic conception.

Whoosh!

The fourth pattern scene representing the "gale wind style" is taken into the left eye space.

Done!

Zhao Feng was exhausted physically and mentally and fell to the ground.

Almost at the same time, the three elders outside Shimen regained their inner strength in martial arts.

Buzz!

The patterns on the stone walls of the room returned to deathly silence and darkness, without any artistic conception at all.

"How is it? How do you understand it?"

When Zhao Feng walked out of the third floor, Zhao Yusong and three other elders asked.

Comprehension?

Zhao Feng was startled. He entered the third floor and really didn't realize it.

"Don't be discouraged. What's left here are only the residual forms of holy martial arts, which are unclear. The geniuses who have entered the third level in the past have basically gained nothing."

Zhao Yusong comforted him with a smile.

They were not surprised that Zhao Feng didn't understand anything.

"That's right, even if you barely understand a little bit, it's not as solid as a top-level martial arts."

Another elder nodded.

For a long time, the third floor of Xuanwu Pavilion has been closed to the public for two reasons:

First, each time it is opened, three elders are required to consume their vitality, which is very difficult and expensive, and it can only last for thirty breaths.

Second, the remaining styles of holy martial arts are unclear, and some geniuses can only scratch the surface at most.

Thirty breaths is too short, and it would be difficult for any genius of the same generation to comprehend the essence from the incomplete and blurry scene of the stone wall.

"It's up to the elders to worry about it."

Zhao Feng had a smile on his face and was not disappointed or discouraged at all.

Yes, he really didn't realize anything in thirty breaths of time.

However, he completely absorbed four of the patterns and scenes into the space of his left eye, making them his own.

After returning home.

Zhao Feng closed his eyes and meditated first to regain his energy.

After he was energetic enough, he began to meditate on the four holy moves in his mind.

None of the four patterns and scenes are complete holy moves, they are incomplete and blurry.

Even so, Zhao Feng was quite hindered when he realized it.

Among them, the first and second moves are not as difficult as the young girl's Mysterious Wind Palm move.

But the third style is almost on par with Xuanfeng Palm.

The fourth "Gale Wind" style is even more filled with an artistic conception of raging destruction, and is so powerful that even if it is a disabled style, its power is shocking and exceeds the limit of power that an individual human being can possess...

It took a long time to initially understand.

Zhao Feng took a long breath and shook his head.

Of these four holy-grade martial arts skills, only the first one, "Suifeng Style", he could learn a little bit about.

However, even if a single incomplete holy move is fully understood, the overall improvement in strength is far less than a complete set of top-level martial arts.

Because the first move "Suifeng Style" is only used for assistance and is not an attack move.

In view of this, Zhao Feng did not force himself to master these holy martial arts techniques.

However, he still had an intuition that these four holy-grade martial arts residual moves were not very effective at the moment, but they might have a great effect one day in the future.

The next morning, Zhao Feng returned to Qingye Town with his parents as originally planned.

In two days, he will leave Yuyang City and head to Guangling County, thousands of miles away.

"In the blink of an eye, I have been in the Zhao family for almost a year."

Zhao Feng couldn't help but sigh.

When he first entered the Zhao family, he was just a first-level martial arts disciple.

In less than a year, he made rapid progress and reached the sixth level of martial arts.

"With your current age and cultivation level, returning to Qingye Town will be considered a homecoming in glory."

Father Zhao Tianyang said with a smile.

Both parents are extremely proud of their son's performance.

The Zhao family branch in Qingye Town is very small, with a population of about a hundred.

The head of the clan, Zhao Kaiyuan, is a fourth-level martial artist who is already in his sixties.

In addition, the entire Zhao family branch has the highest level of cultivation as a third-level warrior, and they are still young and middle-aged.

Upon hearing the news of Zhao Feng's return, the head of the family, Zhao Kaiyuan, personally came out to greet him with great enthusiasm.

Back then, Zhao Feng was also the number one genius of the Zhao family in Qingye Town.
To be continued...