Since Ying Chengfeng began to practice spiritual path, Zhiling can solve it for him no matter what difficulties he encounters.

In a sense, the spiritual path is the science of this world. After having powerful and unique computing power, it has indeed occupied an unparalleled huge advantage.

However, when Ying Chengfeng encountered the current troubles, Zhiling could not help.

It is like finding a spiritual weapon that matches your true qi and mental frequency.

No matter how strong Zhiling's computing power is, he cannot calculate what kind of spiritual weapon can be used by him.

After pondering for a long time, Ying Chengfeng stood up, opened the door, and came outside Feng Kuan's house.

He has strong confidence in Zhiling. Since even Zhiling cannot solve things, how could Qiu Renyi do it? Even if that kid hit a dead mouse, there must be another spiritual warrior in this world. How did they find their own natal spiritual weapon?

Spiritual warriors must have a set of skills and special cultivation skills that belong to them.

This technique should be the same as the spiritual inheritance, and is a slowly summarized experience after countless years of research and search.

If you want to become a spiritual warrior, you cannot work behind closed doors. The achievements of a person who makes trouble alone are quite limited, but if you use it as a philosophical approach, the difficulties he encounters may be solved.

"Master Feng, my disciples ask for a visit."

He knocked on the door gently, and Ying Chengfeng said softly.

In this courtyard, Feng Kuang is undoubtedly the main focus. Except for Ying Chengfeng and other few people, no one dared to disturb his cultivation.

"Come in."

Ying Chengfeng responded and pushed the door open and entered.

In the room, in addition to Feng Kuang, Lu Mo was also there, and the two of them seemed to be discussing something.

Feng Kuang said with a kind look on his face: "Chengfeng, why don't you rest in the room? Why don't you look for me?" He laughed and said: "Are you worried about the assessment in the future? Don't worry, with your strength in the spiritual path, even if you participate with your eyes closed, you will definitely be able to pass the test."

Although his old man's words were a bit exaggerated, they were not lying when they opened their eyes.

In one month, Ying Chengfeng forged four master-level spiritual weapons every day, and none of them failed. Such achievements may not be possible even for old guys who have been awarded the title of spiritual master for many years.

However, the only thing he was worried about was that Ying Chengfeng was too young and lacked experience. He was shaken during the assessment, so his grades were hard to say at that time. That was why he tried to comfort him and cheer him up.

Ying Chengfeng smiled slightly and said, "Since the master said that the disciples can pass the test, then the disciples will definitely pass the test."

A hint of surprise flashed in Feng Kuang and Lu Mo's eyes. They looked at Ying Chengfeng seriously, but they had never found a trace of anxiety and panic on his face.

Such a calm expression is like a veteran with many years of experience, and there is no trace of ambiguous feeling.

The two of them were amazed in their hearts. This kid had a good attitude and didn't know how he practiced it.

You should know that among the martial arts master talent who were over 30 years old who participated in the assessment in the past dynasties, there were many examples of people who were self-disciplined, but they ended up losing and losing, and returning home.

Ying Chengfeng is a young man who can perform like this. Whether he is complacent or really heartless, it is a thing worth celebrating.

He nodded slowly and Feng Kuang said, "It's good that you have this confidence." He stopped continuing, and Ding Jie did not want to create additional pressure on Ying Chengfeng. After a pause, he said, "What are you doing here? What are you confused about spiritual cultivation?"

Ying Chengfeng whispered: "Master, my disciples are here to ask some questions about the Spiritual Warriors."

"Spiritual Warrior?" Feng Kuang was really stunned this time. The muscles on his face twitched slightly, and he smiled bitterly in his heart, not knowing how he felt.

He finally understood why Ying Chengfeng was so relaxed, and seemed to be not taking this spiritual assessment seriously at all.

It turned out that this kid was thinking about the Lingwu Master.

If it were normal, Feng Kuang might scold him. After all, in his eyes, there is no difference between a spiritual warrior and a warrior, it is just that he has a little more use of spiritual power.

How can such a person be compared with those of them, the spiritual masters who have creative power?

With such outstanding spiritual talent and enlightenment as Ying Chengfeng, if you study spiritual warriors, it will definitely be a manifestation of being unable to do your best and not doing your job properly.

But now, his eyes rolled, and he suppressed his dissatisfaction.

Ying Chengfeng's level in the spiritual path is definitely enough. He is afraid that he will not be able to exert his true strength on the spot.

But now he has a strong heart, and this assessment is actually a great thing.

As for the matter of the Spirit Warrior, it will not be too late to let him return to the right path after everything is settled.

With a smile, Feng Kuang said, "Why do you suddenly want to become a spiritual warrior?"

Ying Chengfeng said, "Master, the disciple has a talent for evil spirits in his spiritual power, so he must go out and rely on killing to accumulate evil spirits. Although it is backed by the sect, it can ensure the safety of his disciples. But he is not afraid of ten thousand, but he is afraid that if he is too many times, he will probably encounter other people who cannot take care of him. At that time, he can only rely on his disciples to save his life." Speaking of this, a hint of yearning appeared on his face, and said, "Disciple, seeing Qiu Renyi's flying sword technique can at least make himself invincible. Such a secret technique is extremely important to disciples who must accumulate evil spirits, so the disciple wants to practice."

He has two lifetimes of experience, and his skill in observing words and observing is amazing.

Moreover, after spending time with Feng Kuang, he was very careful about his thoughts. He knew that he didn't like his skills as a spiritual martial artist, so he deliberately found this excuse.

Sure enough, Feng Kuang's expression moved and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Ying Chengfeng quickly struck while the iron was hot: "Master, although our spiritual master is the most powerful person in the sect, he only has one life. If he dies, he will lose everything. It is better to master more of this kind of life-saving skills." He said with a clever tongue: "The disciple's body skills are already very strong. If he masters the flying sword technique, he dare not say that he can dominate the world but at least he can save his life without worries."

Lu Mo hesitated for a moment and said, "Uncle Master, Chengfeng's words make some sense."

Feng Kuang pondered for a long time and finally nodded slowly.

Ying Chengfeng said for a long time, and a sentence completely touched him.

There is only one life, if you die, you will lose nothing.

Ying Chengfeng, a kid, must rely on killing to accumulate evil spirits in order to inherit his mantle. Although spiritual masters generally do not put themselves in danger, this kid's temper may not be able to do so.

In this case, it is a good thing to let him master one more skill in saving his life.

He sighed and said, "Chefeng, since you want to practice the spiritual martial arts way, I will not stop you. But I still say the same thing. Not all spiritual masters can do it. If you don't have such talent and opportunity, don't waste time on it."

Ying Chengfeng was overjoyed and he said to himself, as long as you always don’t stop me, I don’t believe that I can’t practice.

Looking at the boy's excited look, Feng Kuang shook his head with a wry smile, patted him indulgently, and said, "Sit down for me."

Chengfeng sat down happily and looked at it with a look of scrutiny.

Feng Kuang ignored him and said, "The spiritual warrior is a branch of our spiritual masters, but it can also belong to the martial artists. If you want to become an outstanding spiritual warrior, the first condition is to see whether your spiritual power has the ability to absorb objects."

Ying Chengfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Please give me advice."

Feng Kuang circled his eyes and concentrated his eyes on the Eight Immortals Table in the room, saying, "Look."

As soon as he finished speaking, a surging momentum suddenly burst out from Feng Kuang's body, and the vague spiritual power swept over as if condensed into substance.

The next moment, the Eight Immortals Table suddenly floated smoothly.

Ying Chengfeng's face changed slightly, and he was talking in secret. The Eight Immortals Table raised by Feng Kuang was not an ordinary wooden table. It was made of extremely heavy iron wood. Although it was not as good as real steel, it was almost the same.

Even a strong adult man can hardly lift the Eight Immortals Table up with one force, let alone this vague spiritual power.

Feng Kuang is Feng Kuang. The loud voice in the Qidao Sect is definitely not for free.

Although Ying Chengfeng had never seen him take action, he could tell how unfathomable his strength was with just such powerful spiritual strength.

After a moment, Feng Kuang's breath subsided, and the Eight Immortals Table fell down smoothly.

Its four table legs actually landed at the origin without any fault. If Ying Chengfeng had not seen it with his own eyes, he would definitely not believe that the table had moved.

"Did you see clearly?"

"See clearly." Ying Chengfeng said solemnly.

Feng Kuang said in a deep voice: "Take objects is the basic ability necessary to become a spiritual warrior. If you want to achieve something on this, you must have similar talents. Now, you can try it."

"yes."

Ying Chengfeng nodded heavily, and he took a deep breath. In this breath, he had already adjusted his condition to the best level.

Then, he opened his eyes wide and stared at the Eight Immortals Table in front of him.

At this moment, all his spiritual power was mobilized, and even Zhiling began to absorb the true energy in his dantian and convert it into spiritual power and assist it.

Although his momentum is far from Feng Kuan at this moment, he is actually somewhat similar.

Feng Kuang looked at him with laughter and tears, and couldn't help but shake his head, saying, "Chefeng, I'm asking you to give it a try. It's not to let you move the Eight Immortals table, just choose a small thing. As for moving this thing, it's not what you are now... Huh? What..."

His words suddenly stopped, and both Lu Mo's eyes were staring at the front and could no longer say anything.

In front of them, the heavy Eight Immortals Table carved from iron wood began to float.
Chapter completed!