Chapter 16 Still Ways

Murong's fierce eyes stared at Mu Zifeng. A breeze blew, and everyone couldn't help shivering.

"Mirong, he is a friend of my young lady. I believe you don't want to offend my young lady completely, do you?" Fu Tianying said bravely that he was also slightly injured.

Murong prodigal son's eyes were full of disdain and curled his lips and said, "I really want to kill him. He doesn't even have a chance to do it. I'll bring a message to your lady. I'll visit you again. Let's go."

The disciples of Tiandao Martial Arts Museum left quickly, and even the bodies of the injured on the ground were taken away.

"Brother Zifeng, are you all right?" Fu Tianlao came forward and asked in a low voice.

Mu Zifeng stood so quietly until the back of Murong Prodigal disappeared before shaking his head and saying, "I have to admit that this man is indeed a powerful figure."

Fu Tianlian took a relaxed breath and quickly said, "Murong Prodigal son is the first martial arts wizard of Murong's family. His 16-year-old blood power awakened, and in just three years, he has realized the essence of the first 36 moves of Tiandao martial arts, and his strength has broken through to the blood exchange. Even the foreign master of Pannirvana may not be his opponent. "

"Later, under an opportunity, I got the mantel inheritance of the Sword King, double cultivation of swords, and higher power. It is rumored that he once used a sword in his left hand, a knife in his right hand, and a sword. His explosive combat power fought with a martial arts master in the family without any sign of defeat. Although this matter has not been confirmed, it has spread throughout the empire and was awarded the first genius of the younger generation. He is the only genius in the capital half a year later. The champion. After Fu Tianlian said something, his eyes fell on Mu Zifeng. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he became. He couldn't help admiring, "But when it comes to genius, I don't think Zifeng's talent is at all weaker than that of Murong's prodigal son. In just a few days, your external skills have been promoted one after another, and the ability to fight against the warriors in the divine realm with the cultivation of explosive power is very rare.

Mu Zifeng smiled gently. If it hadn't been for the inheritance of immortal magic, he would have been a dead man.

"Brother Fu, the guards in the branch of the Daxing Chamber of Commerce made such a big noise outside, why didn't even show a figure inside?"

"Oh, it's a long story. I'll take you to see the young lady and talk to you slowly on the way."

Along the way, Mu Zifeng knew that he had been missing for three days, that is to say, he swallowed the marrow-washing elixir and floated on the surface of the cliff for three days. On that day, the peak battle at the top of the cliff finally ended with the failure of the newly promoted martial arts master, but when the three masters entered the cave, they found that someone had taken the lead.

The six elders of Zhao's family died, and Ning Dong, a genius with high expectations, was also seriously injured. The man who took away the marrow elixir could not find the slightest clue.

After returning to Wuyi County, the two martial arts masters who came to support Zhao had just arrived. They were so scared that they gathered most of the bodyguards and hurriedly moved to use the strength of Zhao's ancestors to heal them.

So Mu Zifeng saw that the branch of the Daxing Chamber of Commerce at this moment was cold and empty.

"Ning Dong is the most optimistic genius of the family's ancestors. He is most likely to cultivate his spirit and become a king. Hey, poor my young lady's fate is bumpy. Is there really no chance for Zhao's family to regain glory?

Fu Tianlao sighed and muttered to himself. There are indeed not many guards left in the branch of the Daxing Chamber of Commerce, and even those low-level warriors who use Tiangong and crossbows have disappeared along the way.

"Cough..."

Before entering the room, I heard a violent cough from inside.

"Miss, the injury of the seven elders has not been controlled, and it is very dangerous to drag on like this."

"How can the healing medicine left by the three elders have no effect? Is that healing medicine fake? Zhao Xiaotian's voice was very eager, and she felt like she was godless.

"Miss, don't worry, I can stand this bone. The third elder is the second uncle of Ningdong. He has been in collusion with him for a long time. It is fortunate that the healing medicine he gave is not poison. Cough, it's just that Murong's prodigal son came to the branch of our Daxing Chamber of Commerce to make trouble. It must be for the noble bloodline in your body. Humph, that bastard is more shameless than Ning Dong. If I hadn't suffered internal injury, how could I allow him to shout outside?

"That Murong prodigal son is not simple. I don't know if Master Fu will be in danger?"

As they were talking, Mu Zifeng followed Fu Tiansiang into the house and saw the black-faced iron fist sitting weakly on the chair, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood on the ground in front of him. A handsome maid was feeding him medicine, while Zhao Xiaotian sat aside with a sad face.

"Miss."

"Master Fu, you are safe and sound. Has the Murong prodigal son left?" Hearing Fu Tianlian's voice, Zhao Xiaotian quickly looked up and stood up and asked, even the seven elders opened the medicine bowl around his mouth and looked at him.

However, their eyes just swept over and fell on Mu Zifeng behind Fu Tianling.

But Mu Zifeng's eyes fell on the Guixi sword on the Eight Immortals table.

"Miss Hui, the people of Tiandao Martial Arts Museum have retreated. Zifeng just came back and killed two martial artists around Murong's prodigal son in a row, one of whom was still his domestic slave, with amazing knife skills. Fu Tianlian did not notice the gloomy color on their faces, but talked excitedly, "Miss, the seventh elder, the Murong prodigal son was so angry that even his face turned green. This guy was arrogant and domineering, and was finally disgraced today.

"Oh, Murong's prodigal son is narrow-minded, and there is no good end to offend him. A month ago, a martial arts master in Pannirvana in Murong's mansion carefully overturned his sword and actually angered him. In front of many martial arts masters in the house, he killed him with only three moves. Murong's prodigal son didn't let go of the people around him. How could he let him go? The seventh elder said strangely that the fierce light in his eyes was not fake.

Zhao Xiaotian raised her hand to signal the seven elders not to be impatient. She looked up and down at Mu Zifeng and moved her eyebrows slightly. "Son Zifeng, you should give an explanation."

Mu Zifeng sighed secretly. His eyes did not avoid it. He nodded and said, "I just want to say four words. First, the six elders died under the sneak attack of Ningdong, and I was unable to rescue them. Second, Ningdong forcibly urged the force in his body to hit me hard and swallowed the marrow-washing elixir helplessly. Third, the Guixi sword on that table is the heirloom sword that my mother passed to me, and I hope to get it back. Fourth, I don't want to get into too much trouble. I can do something for you within my ability.

Mu Zifeng said four words and waited for Zhao Xiaotian's response.

"Damn it, you... were really taken away by you and swallowed him. You have harmed our lady, and you have killed hundreds of people in Zhao's family. You..." The seventh elder suddenly raised his finger to Mu Zifeng and said tremblingly. Maybe it was caused by the internal injury. He couldn't breathe up and his eyes turned white.

"The Seven Elders." Fu Tianlian was shocked and quickly walked to him and kept rubbing on his chest. Then there was an unbelievable look on his face, "Brother Zifeng, did you really take away the marrow-washing Tiandan?"

Mu Zifeng nodded.

Fu Tianlian's eyes were round, and then he was discouraged. "No wonder you can challenge beyond the level. It turns out that you took the marrow-washing elixir, which is the effect of the elixir. What a pity, what a pity. You have only broken through a realm by taking the marrow-washing elixir, but if my lady takes it, she can stimulate the blood power contained in her body. Then the future cultivation will be smooth, and there are not many obstacles to cultivate a spirit. You can be crowned as a prince of the imperial court, guard one territory, and become an an ancestor, which can protect the foundation for a hundred years. "

Zhao Xiaotian also had a bleak face. Her amazing face seemed to have lost the luster of the past, probably because the last hope was also dashed.

Since the seven elders took the sword out of the cave and Zhao Xiaotian couldn't find the accompanying Mu Zifeng, she has made a judgment in her heart. Now that I get the exact answer, I am simply frustrated.

"Blood power?" The storytist didn't mean it, but Mu Zifeng was moved. No one knows more about blood strength than him. There is a sentence in the general outline of immortal magic that 'immortal qi and blood breed great power', that is to say, the blood of the human body is like the mysterious world. As long as you continue to explore, you can find his mystery.

There are also some words recorded in some miscellaneous notes that the higher the cultivation of martial arts, the higher their bloodline. Among their descendants, the blood in their bodies will hide some mysterious forces of their ancestors. If there is a chance to inspire them, the speed of cultivation will be thousands of miles a day.

"Miss Zhao, in addition to washing the marrow elixir, what else can you do to stimulate your blood power?"

Zhao Xiaotian smiled miserably, and the lost appearance made Mu Zifeng feel guilty. "Go away. The matter of my Zhao family has nothing to do with you. Take your sword and leave Wuyi County far away.

Mu Zifeng did not move. He frowned and seemed to be thinking about something important. After a while, he said uncertainly, "There is still a way, but it may be a little reluctant for you."

"Reluctantly? You bastard, don't think that Murong's prodigal son didn't kill you, you think you're great. I see that you are a complete waste. After swallowing a marrow-washing elixir, you can only advance to one realm. If it weren't for you, my lady wouldn't have had to be so painful and make the last choice she wanted to make. The only way to stimulate the strength of blood in the body is to practice. One is to practice with a man who has stimulated the power of noble blood, and the other is to practice with an ancestor who has practiced the spirit. My young lady is less than 16 years old. She bears the fate of the whole family and will lose hundreds of innocent lives if she is not careful. What can you save if you say something reluctantly? The elders were so angry that they struggled to get up, but their legs and feet were weak, so they could only sit on the chair and roar.

"Double repair?" Mu Zifeng looked at the seven elders in surprise and said unexpectedly, "I didn't expect that Shuangxiu could stimulate a person's blood power?"

"Brother Zifeng, what did you mean just say? However, in addition to marrow washing and double cultivation, do you have any other ways to help the young lady stimulate blood strength?"