Chapter 62 Entering Beijing

The ancestor who practiced qi not only broke the cocoon into a butterfly in power, but also could kill demons in momentum, giving people the double oppression of power and soul.

Obviously, it was Lao Zu who took action just now.

The two elders stood up tremblingly. When they saw Mu Zifeng still standing here, they realized how horrible his strength was.

The iron door opened and three people walked in. Mu Zifeng saw more than a dozen fist-sized night pearls hanging on the stone walls on both sides of the passage, emitting a soft light.

Turning around three corners, the light was bright in front of them, and they entered a large spacious hole.

There were four people in the cave. Zhao Xiaotian and the elder stood respectfully. One of them sat was Yin Xiong, the broken river king with a tiger's back and bear's waist, and the other man who seemed to be only in his thirties was Zhao's ancestor.

The two ancestors restrained their breath, which is no different from ordinary people.

"Knock to see the ancestor, knock on the king of the broken river." As soon as the three were about to kneel, they were held up by a soft force, "Don't have to kneel down. They are not outsiders."

It was King Duanjiang who spoke. His eyes fell on Mu Zifeng. First, he hesitated, and then said uncertainly, "Is it you?"

Mu Zifeng's regular worship, "Farewell that day, I didn't expect to see my predecessor again so soon." In the past six months, he has changed a lot in body shape, momentum and strength. Why does he really dare not recognize him?

"So, the Zifeng who saved the eldest princess is you. Good boy, he didn't die by a forced move to split the palm of the mountain. You know, the King of Juexin can send 100,000 troops to find your whereabouts, thinking that you have been bombarded without a complete body. The king of Duanjiang sighed a few words, "It seems that you have escaped from that palm, which is not completely a fluke."

"Oh, the Tuo family is also involved?"

Mu Zifeng looked at the king. The old man who had been guarding the Zhao family for 100 years looked young, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes and saw through the world.

"Zifeng, what is the strength of the boy who took action?"

"To return to the ancestor, Barto Xiao Palace is born with divine power, and there is a mysterious power in his body. Although he is in Pannirvana, his strength is no longer under the martial arts master. Once the secret art is stimulated, the power of splitting the mountain god's palm is enough to threaten people like Murong's prodigal son. Mu Zifeng paused and frowned slightly, "If he breaks through to the master's realm, this genius competition will be the most powerful competitor."

"Oh, do you know how many martial arts geniuses there are in the whole Shengyuan Empire?" Zhanjue Wang said with a smile, "I used to have a Ningdong in the Daxing Chamber of Commerce, but now it's more for Xiaotian. Murong's prodigal son and other practicing ancestors have talented players. How can you conclude that the boy who pulls out the Tuo family will be the most powerful competitor?

"Ning Dong, Murong Prodigal Son, Ba Tuo Xiao Gong, I have all had a match with these three of them. Among them, although Ning Dong inherited a seed of naiveness, he was vicious and gloomy in his heart and possessed a demon barrier. Outsiders thought that there was no problem for him to become a king and ancestor. However, it seems that when he hits the doorway of life and death, if he doesn't have the help of his ancestors, he will definitely be haunted and die.

The six people in the cave were slightly stunned and didn't expect him to make such a statement.

"I have to admit that Murong's prodigal son is talented and evil, swordless, firm-minded, and decisive. It's just that he is a little conceited, and maybe this is his only fatal point. As for Tuo Xiao Palace, the biggest feeling of the younger generation is that this person is very cold-blooded.

At the beginning of the ship, Ba Tuo Xiaogong watched the soldiers around him die before he took action. And every move is full of bloody evil spirit, and even a general who has experienced hundreds of battles can't condense that momentum.

"The physical defense of Tuo Xiao Gong is inherently superior, so the martial arts he cultivates are all offensive and domineering. It is no exaggeration to say that Murong's prodigal son may not be willing to fight with him if he really wants to fight for his life.

"Ha ha, it seems that you have a good vision. If you start to work with Tuo Xiaogong again, how sure are you?

Mu Zifeng thought about it and felt that he was still not sure at all. Although he has broken through to the blood exchange, his strength can increase to nearly 100,000 catties. However, once the extension of Xiaogong and others break through a realm, the power of their secret skills will increase exponentially.

"There is no chance of winning at all. If you haven't competed with them, you won't understand how terrible the power hidden in their bodies is."

"I'm open-minded, good, very good. I haven't seen the wrong person at all." The king of Zhanjue and the king of Duanjiang looked at each other with a satisfied smile on their faces.

"It seems that there is another capable general under the command of the fifteenth master."

The king of Duanjiang was overjoyed, and what the king said implied that he would fully support the fifteenth master to ascend the throne.

"Zifeng, Xiaotian will go to the 15th master's house tomorrow to send a greeting post. You can go with her. If you have the opportunity to enter the imperial arsenal, it may also be an opportunity for your cultivation. As for the two marquises sent by the tenth master, follow them. If it doesn't work, you can kill them and take their heads to the fifteenth master's mansion. The king said this in a resolute tone. In his eyes, imperial royal disciples and marquises are all piles of ants. He has now decided to stand in line, so all his concerns have been forgotten.

"It's exactly what I want, Zifeng, you let go and do it. Anyway, you have killed a marquis, and it doesn't matter if you kill two more marquises. I will support you."

Mu Zifeng was shocked. When did he kill a marquis?

"It's the blood feather master. That bastard is really not a thing. Even the most evil martial arts of the blood-poison hand has been cultivated, and the blood poison needle almost killed me."

The king of Duanjiang said carelessly that he didn't care about his past at all.

"You saved the eldest princess last time, and the fifteenth master will definitely reward you this time. Well, I will also return to the capital, kill the king, and say goodbye. This is the solid elixir lost to you, and there are ten.

"Hahaha, it's not far away."

As soon as the king of Duanjiang left, he killed the king and said a few words, and everyone retreated. Now that Zhao's ancestor has expressed his attitude, there is no need for him to come forward again.

Today's dinner was presided over by the elder, who announced the order of the ancestor to fully support the fifteenth master's accession to the throne. In the future, all the human and financial resources of the Daxing Chamber of Commerce will provide the greatest support. Even various hidden intelligence systems will work.

The King of Heaven and the King of Zhongshan did not stay much. They have completely lost the opportunity, and this matter needs to be reported to the tenth master immediately.

The next day, Mu Zifeng and Zhao Xiaotian left Guzhou with ten guards. Zhao Xiaotian learned that Scar Three and the Niu Dading brothers are both doing their best to practice in isolation, and the ancestors will also support them, which is very promising to become a generation of masters.

This made Mu Zifeng very gratified. In addition to teaching heavenly martial arts, he did not have the strength to train those people at all. The consumption of precious medicinal materials alone is an unimaginable astronomical figure.

"Miss Zhao, there is a Beijing medical shop in the capital. Have you heard of it?"

"Zifeng, you still call the young lady's name, otherwise it sounds like a lot." Mrs. Shenwei also accompanied the team. She was an experienced person. She had long seen that something was wrong with her young lady's eyes looking at Zifeng, and she was a little shy and a little uneasy. This appearance of worrying about gains and losses is obviously open.

Zhao Xiaotian is still under 16 years old, which is the time of the flower season. In addition, Mu Zifeng has personally stimulated the blood power in her body, and this person has long been branded in her heart.

Mrs. Shenwei thought of her daughter Mixin again. She had been kept in the dark and thought that she really had a cousin. Now I'm talking about him every day, and this time I also want to follow him. If it hadn't been for my strict order, I really couldn't do anything about her.

"Since my aunt has said so, I will call you Xiaotian in the future, and you can call me Zifeng." Mu Zifeng did not refuse. Since practicing immortal magic, his character has become more and more unrestrained and informal.

Zhao Xiaotian immediately showed a shallow smile, like a peony in full bloom, delicate but not gorgeous, fragrant and elegant.

"Who doesn't know that there is a famous magic doctor there, who is said to have the magical medical skills of resurfacing the dead. It's just that the magic doctor is too weird to show up all year round. Generally, only the ancestor is qualified to invite her out. However, she has a disciple, and her medical skills are also extraordinary.

"Is that disciple the little magic doctor Yunqing?" Mu Zifeng guessed in his heart that he had an unspeakable feeling for Yunqing. When I think of her, I feel a little flustered and confused, and even have a faint sense of sweetness.

"Sweet, when the affairs of the fifteenth master's mansion are finished, you can accompany me to the Beijing medical shop, hoping to meet my life-saving benefactor."

"Good." Mu Zifeng took the initiative to invite her to the Beijing pharmaceutical shop, and Zhao Xiaotian's delicate face turned red.

"Oh, this child is very deep." Mrs. Shenwei sighed secretly.

A group of people are driving Xuanlie Horse, which is best at long-distance running, so they have arrived at the foot of the capital at noon.

From a distance, the capital can't be seen at a glance. I don't know how far it extends. It is surrounded by dense official roads, which are connected in all directions, and there is a locust-like flow of people in and out of it at every moment.

Guzhou, Shanzhou is very large, but compared with Fengning in the capital, it is a small witch, not a grade.

"Zifeng, this is your first time to come to the capital. Everything needs to be multi-minded. There are countless dignitaries, imperial relatives, and powerful chambers of commerce here. If you are not careful, you will offend a big man. Although we are not afraid of them, the little ghosts are difficult to deal with and troubles one after another."

Zhao Xiaotian reminded that she waved a whip and led everyone to rush to the gate.

The general guarding the door is a master of foreign skills in Pan Nijing. He had already seen Zhao Xiaotian and saw that there were two martial arts masters in the team, and he quickly let people go directly.

"Zifeng, let's go to Prince Yu's mansion first, and he will arrange for us to meet the 15th Master. The fifteenth master lives in the inner courtyard of the palace. Unless the ancestor can enter directly, the rest of the people have to wait for the call. Zhao Xiaotian is familiar with these things.

When Mu Zifeng heard that he was Prince Yu, he couldn't help nodding and agreeing. Prince Yu is the vassal king of the Hexi vassal land and a disciple of the royal family. He is still his people.

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