A picture appeared in the dimension of his left eye. He had copied the picture into his mind and although it wasn’t a complete Holy martial art, it still surpassed peak ranked martial arts.
Flowing Wind Stance!
Zhao Feng saw the name under the picture. This move was the exact same one that Zhao Linlong used before, but the latter had only just touched the edges of it. Soon, the second picture appeared in his mind. The scenery of the second picture was more complex than the first one.
The second Stance, Tornado!
Zhao Feng successfully copied the picture into his mind. but felt tiredness overwash him. The more complex the thing he copied, the more mental energy it would rake.
The third stance, Partial Wind Stance!
Zhao Feng clenched his teeth and forcefully took the picture into his mind. This one was even more complex than the one before and at this time, he felt even more tired.
Cold sweat came out from Zhao Feng’s forehead, with his remaining energy, it was obvious that he couldn’t copy the fourth picture.
Hu!
He took a deep breath and closed in his eyes. He then circulated Air Crossing Breathing Technique to recover. Outside the room, the three elders could only sustain the room for thirty breaths and the time was decreasing as each moment passed.
Ten breaths… Fifteen breaths… Twenty breaths…
The time was reaching the limit.