Immersed in this realm, Zhou Feng completely forgot about himself, every punch and kick was natural, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace to be found.
At first, Zhou Feng's movements had no power, but quickly, under some inexplicable guidance, the icy Inner Qi began to circulate slowly within his body as Zhou Feng moved.
A faint blue light covered Zhou Feng's hands, and the courtyard that was originally silent suddenly had a gentle breeze blowing.
Whoosh whoosh...
The sound of the wind gradually intensified, and Zhou Feng's movements became swift and powerful, exploding with a rapid sound of breaking through the air.
As Zhou Feng accelerated his movements, the Ice Cultivation Technique seemed to have been equipped with a propeller, running madly.
Following that, Zhou Feng's skin appeared strangely blood-red, as if the Hanhai Tide Technique was unknowingly running by itself.
Ah...
A piercing pain emerged all over Zhou Feng's body.
