Chapter 304: Traces of the Legend, One Step Ahead

Buzz!

A blurry picture emerged, as if covered by a layer of white mist.

A wide river runs across the edge of the city. I don't know how many people are wearing simple robes or casual clothes, appearing in the ancient town on both sides of the river.

A blue flying dragon condensed and became real, suppressing it with a mighty force.

But just so happened that above the surging river, there was a black figure walking on the river, followed by a red tiger, smashing the flying dragon with a pair of iron fists, overturning the so-called force.

"This is."

Chen Feng's eyes condensed, and soon he saw other light spots in his mind dispersed continuously.

Yungang's golden armored figure, unstoppable, broke into a hundred-meter-high building alone under the gaze of the Sky Eye, destroyed a helicopter, and beheaded the son of the vice-president with a sword.

Even if surrounded by layers, he still left alone safely.

After that, the battle at Xiangshan was not yet at the extreme. The major martial arts schools were present. He punched back the elder of the Holy Gate and killed the pseudo-extreme guardian of the Shenwu League with his fists, which set the trend of stability for the southern martial arts.

In the subsequent Sura trip, he suppressed a country. Even if the black tide came, he did not retreat at all. He went against the current and blocked the way of thousands of people.

Killing transformation, destroying weapons.

The reputation of surpassing the master poured over his whole body, and the strength of the suspected extreme realm was used to kill the enemy.

Each past experience seemed to be turned into a mark, leaving a strong trace like a legend.

Every survivor remembered and sang the two-character name related to this.

Even more, the perception was amplified, looking at several other more blurred light spots.

It seemed that there was a world barrier, blocking everything like a natural moat.

But Chen Feng still saw the vague scene he left in the Snake Spirit and the Secret Realm of the Dead.

Destroy the tribe and help the Holy City.

Kill the Duke, the Saint of War.

The onlookers were amazed, and the related legends were unforgettable.

In a trance, Chen Feng could feel that there seemed to be a faint connection between himself and the real world.

It was as if he had been remembered by the whole world and could not be easily forgotten.

"So. This is the legend?"

After coming back to his senses, Chen Feng carefully comprehended it.

It was not a blind guess, but an inference based on the residual memory images received in the dream of Qinggang City before.

To transcend is to leave strong traces with enough legends, turning them into engraved world imprints.

Resonating with the world on this basis will not easily get lost, or be assimilated by the world and turned into ashes.

"Legends often have to reach the limit of the human body, and only those who try to take this step can feel it."

"But now. I am so much ahead of time?"

Chen Feng found something wrong, and his situation was obviously different from the martial arts records of Qinggang City.

But soon, thinking of the changes before he sensed the legend, he was relieved again.

"Because of the upgraded perception."

"Not only can I perceive external objects, but I can also sense the invisible traces of legends and the imprints of the world."

Thinking, Chen Feng roughly sorted out the relationship.

He didn't delve into this point any further. He carefully felt the legends he had left behind.

The scenes on Earth were the most profound, and because of these, he had a slight connection with the real world.

As for the Secret Realm of the Snake Spirit and the Secret Realm of the Dead, they were much more vague, but thanks to the noise he made, he also sensed them.

"Normally, legends take a lot of time and a lot of accumulation to undergo a preliminary qualitative change and produce imprints."

"And I took a shortcut with the help of dreams."

Chen Feng once again felt the difference between himself and ordinary people.

The speed of time in dreams is not equal to that on Earth, and this is the best way for him to save time.

"But it's not enough."

"I just have a preliminary feeling, and I need to continue to accumulate."

"In addition, dreams are not the earth after all. There is a certain world barrier, and we can't rely on the power of dreams alone."

After feeling it carefully again, Chen Feng probably understood the key.

Legends are the foundation of the resonant world. The stronger they are, the more solid the imprint will be.

Dreams can shorten time and increase the number of legends, but we must not ignore the road to reality.

Otherwise, it may cause his legendary imprint in reality to become empty and difficult to support transcendent resonance.

Suddenly, the idea came to him.

Chen Feng knew that the most correct path for him was to go hand in hand with reality and dreams.

Without further delay, he suppressed the unnecessary speculation in this regard.

He then concentrated his mind and looked at the panel in front of him.

[Extreme Martial Arts: 3]

[Breaking Limit: 21]

The harvest in the dream of Qinggang City last night, now the Falling Sun has been fully developed, and it is difficult to practice the next level without transcendence.

As for the Golden Daytime Skill, the Golden Body Essentials are not complete, and it is too wasteful to decompose and add points to the Extreme Martial Arts.

For a moment, his eyes moved down and stopped at the Tiangang Tyrant Body column.

[Tiangang Tyrant Body: Haowan (1%) +]

"Upgrade!"

Buzz!

In an instant, the Extreme Martial Arts and Limit Breaking were all consumed.

The remaining martial arts insights of the Extreme Martial Arts Light Group came one after another, and the progress of the Tiangang Tyrant Body finally increased.

"Yang, what do you think the Lion King wants to do?"

In a city in the country of Nido.

The concrete buildings are lined up one after another. It is clearly daytime, but there is less sunlight nearby.

"Before, they blocked and wanted us, and now the blockade order has been lifted."

"And the World Fighting Competition is actually held in the capital"

The short-haired woman in a leather jacket spoke up. She looked about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, with brown eyes and wheat skin.

She held the black bag in her hand. People were coming and going on the streets around her. Yang Wudi, who was wearing a brown windbreaker, did not answer, but looked up at the concrete building across the street.

The ferocious ghost faces and green-faced fangs were carved or graffitied on the concrete walls. The neon signs in the streets were flashing red and green, and the projected virtual light curtains gathered in the air like mist.

One by one, dark yellow-skinned figures walked through the streets. The bumpy concrete ground was bumpy and uneven, and there were air conditioners dripping in some places.

But it was just like this.

If you look up, you can see the quaint red attics spreading in groups, built above the concrete buildings like a brand new city.

Occasionally, a speeding car would break through the neon and virtual projections, and the people on the street below would stop to marvel and envy.

"The World Fighting Tournament has always been hosted by Xinggong behind the scenes."

"Since the Lion King is one of the twelve main positions, it is not surprising that it is held in Nidoking."

With a calm tone, Yang Wudi had a cigarette in his mouth.

The sparks burned, and the smoke floated up.

"That's right."

The short-haired woman with brown eyes was quite dashing. She said thoughtfully: "It's good that the two of us don't make trouble. There is no point for him to continue the blockade."

"But I'm a little curious, Yang, do you think Liu will come?"

"I don't know."

Shaking his head, Yang Wudi retracted his gaze.

A few tattooed gangsters on the opposite street looked at each other, then nodded secretly, and came over with sticks.

The short-haired woman thought for a moment as if she didn't see it, and then asked again.

"Then what about the man you are talking about? Is his name Chen?"

"He should be reaching the limit soon, right?"

"Maybe he has already reached it."

With a flicker in his eyes, Yang Wudi took a puff of cigarette, exhaled smoke and said, "But I can't see through him. The young people nowadays are rising stars."

While the two were talking, several tattooed thugs had already approached.

One of them had a fierce look on his face and was about to threaten him.

But the next second.

Click.

In the sound of the bullet being loaded, the short-haired woman could be seen holding the Desert Eagle like a magic trick, pressing against his chin.

"Lead the way."

[Tiangang Tyrant Body: Haowan (29%)]

In the martial arts hall, the progress of the panel was frozen, and Chen Feng retracted his gaze.

Without much delay, he changed into a black windbreaker and walked out of the quiet room.

The door was opened, and Cao Tong was seen waiting at the door in a loose black sweater.

"Brother Chen, the car has been arranged."

"Well, let's go."

Nodding, Chen Feng walked down the second floor, passed the hall, and headed straight for the martial arts hall.

All the disciples and students he met along the way stopped and addressed him respectfully. The three words "Big Brother" almost echoed all the way until he walked out of the martial arts hall and came to the flat square of gray stone bricks.

A black car was parked on the street, and a driver in a suit was sitting inside.

"The temporary laboratory of Yaoxing Academy is located near the suburbs. It seems that part of the military site has been borrowed."

"It should be there in 30 minutes."

Cao Tong said as he walked, and then opened the car door.

Chen Feng nodded and sat in the back seat. Today he was going to complete the experimental transaction with Yaoxing Academy.

In addition to the reward for two advanced life potions, Fang Moyuan also mentioned some martial arts project cooperation with Yanhuliu, as well as a special research fund of tens of millions, all of which required his help to complete the research project.

As for strength, although he consumed a lot of energy in the dream and his spirit was somewhat damaged, he has not yet fully recovered.

But the means of bursting out and showing some strength beyond the master are enough.

Buzz! !

Suddenly, the engine started, and the black car drove into the main street and merged into the traffic.

Tall buildings retreated on both sides, and people came and went in an endless stream.

Raising his eyes slightly, Chen Feng saw a new tall building.

[Blue Sky Group]

"Another super giant enterprise?"

The four-character steel signboard hung on the top of the tall building. Chen Feng secretly felt that the trend of Nanjiang becoming the central city was unstoppable.

There is also the Municipal Federation, because Xu Heng died, there is a vacancy.

Yesterday, when he was chatting with Chu Shihong, he learned that a super giant enterprise came to him and negotiated with him, wanting a position.

Although he declined in the end, he heard that the other party had found other councilors privately.

The meaning is self-evident, and it also made Chen Feng feel a little urgent.

"Central City, Secret Realm."

The thought flashed through my mind, and the black vehicle kept passing through the busy streets, gradually arriving at the former suburbs.

Although the surrounding high-rise buildings have decreased, many factories can be seen, replacing the former wasteland.

In addition, a huge gray-black high wall can be seen in the distance.

It is more than a hundred meters high, and even though it is still under construction, it is still majestic.

There are many steel sheds built nearby, which are temporary branches of major groups. They are all corporate stations participating in the high wall plan, and many construction workers live there.

Outside the major stations, some real estate projects are under construction and development, and there are also restaurants and supermarkets opened, as well as mobile vendors pushing carts.

In the crowds, there is actually a military camp stationed near the high wall.

The green iron net separates the inside and outside, surrounded by many green trees, and steel houses and simple tents are built in the flat open space.

The four big characters [Military Restricted Area] are particularly eye-catching, and soldiers with live ammunition stand at the guard post at the door.

But the military gate, which should have been silent and solemn, now had seven or eight figures standing in front of it, waiting for someone important.

Seeing this, the people from the large group opposite and the workers who had just finished their meal at the restaurant were curious and puzzled, and kept talking.

Finally, a black car was seen slowly approaching.