Chapter 74 momentum

Last time in Shanzhou Poetry Mansion, Mu Zifeng suppressed the poets alone. At that time, he was still a little reluctant. Now although his strength has doubled, this is the base camp of poets. Maybe the poet's ancestors are looking at him in the dark.

Mu Zifeng quickly followed Elder Xin to the living room, where more than a dozen people were sitting and talking happily. Several familiar people should have met in Shanzhou, and the rest are strange, but the breath of these people is very strong.

There was a little noise outside just now, so Elder Xin came forward in person. Now he has brought a young man, and everyone in the living room gathered their eyes.

"Sister, it's this big liar who wants to find you." The little boy ran into the living room, walked to Shi Rong and took her hand and said angrily.

Shirong's face was more stunned, and she didn't expect it to be 'he'. Since the Shanzhou incident, she sent people to secretly investigate the origin of this person. When she learned that she had a close relationship with the Daxing Chamber of Commerce, she didn't have much thought, but when her maid Miao Miao returned home to tell her a secret, her mind never calmed down.

There have been many rumors about this person during this period. For example, the two marquises and two master's bodyguards around the tenth master were killed by this man. Although Prince Yu and others have exposed this matter by concealing the world, they all have a clear understanding of people.

And this man has become another general under the command of the 15th master. He has done something that is difficult for ordinary people to do. It only took more than 20 days to clean up those lawless people every day. Those arrogant Jiangyang thieves, green forest reckless men, soldiers and others were obeyed and saw that He even has the heart to die.

Shirong has never dared to mention his identity with her family. She doesn't know what to say, and she is not 100% sure that he is the third son of Xirong Mu Mansion.

Shi Tianqi's eyes were strange. He turned his head to look at his sister, then turned his head to look at a handsome man sitting there, and smiled secretly for no reason.

As soon as Mu Zifeng entered the door, he stared at him with an inductive gaze. He was a man one or two years older than him. His eyes were deep, his nose was tall and he was strong.

"Hmm." The man only looked at it, then turned his head and picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"It turned out to be the new rich red man in front of the fifteenth master. Lord, don't serve him well with the fifteenth master. What are you doing running to the poetry house?" A woman in her thirties asked strangely. She glanced at Shirong, "Today, Miss Shi is going to receive distinguished guests, and idle people will not be accepted. You'd better wait in the side hall for a while."

"Master Youxi, you have said a little too much. How can you let the commander wait in the side hall? We are talking and laughing here and making him alone. Doesn't it make people feel that we have all neglected him? Why don't you let the servants move in the chair again and sit down and listen.

"This suggestion is good, what do you think, Commander?"

Mu Zifeng looked at the two martial arts masters who sang and sang and had no expression. He just looked at Elder Xin beside him and said lightly, "If Elder Xin hadn't brought them in, I would have thought this was not a poetry house. The host didn't say anything, and the guests were just crooked here. It's too disgly.

"You..." The woman's face changed slightly.

"But you're not bad. I prefer to be lively. It's also a good choice to sit here and listen to you talk about happy things." After saying that, Mu Zifeng moved the vacancy and put it on the edge of Shirong, and then sat down with his chin and stared at the three martial arts masters opposite him.

Everyone in the room was made speechless by his almost rogue posture. Looking at his posture that dead pigs were not afraid of boiling water, they knew that this was obvious that he was going to eat all the people present.

"The leader of the Heavenly Prison Camp is actually a scoundrel, and his face will be lost when it is rumored that he is 15 years old." The woman was stunned for a while, with a sneer at the corners of her mouth.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, the faces of the fifteenth master are all Wang Zu-level figures. People like you who don't know the depth of heaven and earth are not qualified."

What kind of person Mu Zifeng is? He has never seen any other person all the way to now, and there are more vicious people than what she said. It's simply delusional to want to break his inner defense line on his mouth.

A few confrontational provocations and counterattacks made the atmosphere in the living room more and more tense.

"Miss Shirong, we are disturbed today. Let's leave and visit again next day." At this time, the youngest man stood up calmly, hugged Shirong slightly, and then said to Mu Zifeng, "I heard that the leader is the first master under the command of the fifteenth master. Today, it is rare to have a chance to meet an adult. Can you ask him for advice?"

"Marquis of Dingguo, you are noble and don't want to do it. It's better to teach this arrogant person first." Another martial arts master quickly stood up. His momentum directly locked on Mu Zifeng and would take action at any time.

Mu Zifeng sat there without moving, but with a light smile at the corners of his mouth. He didn't expect that the person in front of him was actually the Marquis of Dingguo. He was the first genius around the tenth master, and his strength was already extraordinary in the realm of external achievements. He didn't take action many times, but every time he took it was earth-shaking.

Mi Xin once showed Mu Zifeng the information secretly collected by the Daxing Chamber of Commerce, so he also knew something little-known.

When the Marquis of Dingguo was 13 years old, an ancestor who practiced qi consumed his innocence and personally washed his marrow and cut hair, expanded the meridians, and quenched the alchemy field. There is almost no barrier on the road of cultivation, and it has made rapid progress. There are rumors that the martial arts he practiced is a king-level martial art, which is powerful. Even if four or five martial arts masters join hands, they are not his opponents.

Nine out of ten of the information collected by the Daxing Chamber of Commerce is well-founded, so Mu Zifeng is also considering whether it is appropriate to start with him now. After all, this is a poetry house. In case the noise is too big to shock the ancestors of poets, the impact will not be settled in a few words.

Locked by the other party's momentum, Mu Zifeng leaned his back on the chair and said slowly, "If you win, the Marquis of Dingguo naturally does not need to do it again, but if you lose, does it also mean that the Marquis of Dingguo also loses?"

"You have to beat me in advance." With a choke, there was an extra dagger in his right hand, four inches of sharpness, and the cold light bloomed with true breath.

Mu Zifeng is still motionless, and his smile is even more prosperous. "So, in case you lose a move and the Marquis of Dingguo will take action again, is it possible that you have planned to take turns to fight? In this case, you don't have to cover it up. Let's go together. The slaves under the tenth master are all shameless, but the people under the fifteenth master are not bastards.

Speaking of this, Mu Zifeng suddenly stood up, and his ordinary momentum suddenly changed. The chair under him instantly turned into debris, his eyes were condensed, and the scarlet blood light immediately made people's scalp numb. His clothes were brushed by soft and vibrating brushing, and there was a sonorous thunder from his body, which enveloped the huge living room like a huge mountain.

100,000 pounds of huge power is suddenly added to the body. Even if the martial arts master is not careful, he can't stand it, and his whole body muscles and bones may be blown apart by bombardment.

Sure enough, there were panic calls in the living room, and all the masters were fighting one after another, and the chairs behind them were all fragmented.

Especially the two martial arts masters around the Marquis of Dingguo. They had already been stared by Mu Zifeng's eyes and had a flaw in their minds. At this moment, they were caught off guard. They ploped twice, one leg knelt on the ground one after another, and the extremely hard ground was broken into two hidden pits.

Because the main momentum is still aimed at the three Marquis of Dingguo, the people in the poetry house are relatively better, but their legs are also trembling, and their faces are surging with blood, carrying bitterly.

Only after Ding Guohou frowned slightly, a force broke out in his body, as if a giant hand had defeated all the pressure around him, and it was also irresistible to defeat the momentum in the whole hall.

"Sure enough, as rumored, the Marquis of Dingguo is not simple." Mu Zifeng's heart moved, and the momentum from his body suddenly disappeared without a trace.

He broke out like a storm, and it was also light wind and clouds that disappeared. Originally, those martial arts masters were urging Zhenqi to persist, but now the pressure on their bodies suddenly disappeared, and the rolling power in their bodies poured out, making them really confused. Everyone opened their mouths and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The Marquis of Dingguo also changed slightly. Before he could restrain the power that broke out, he felt a loud noise and two screams in the living room. The two martial arts masters around him had already suffered minor injuries, and now they are even more affected. They were shocked by the killing force that broke out in the body of the Marquis of Dingguo and hit the wall, causing irreparable thick cracks in the wall.

"Fal."

Seeing that the aftermath of Ding Guohou's killing power was about to hit Shirong and the little marquis, Mu Zifeng opened his mouth and spit out a word. I felt that the five-meter space in front of me suddenly stirred up layers of waves, and the real aftershocks were immediately shaken away.

Liuyun Sword Wave was used in actual combat for the first time, and the effect was very good. He flashed in front of the two people, stretched his limbs and bent his back slightly. He looked like a man wearing a huge tortoise shell, blocking all the shattered aftershocks.

Ding Guohou's hair has exploded and looks a little embarrassed, but his eyes showed a high sense of war. "It seems that I want to win the first place, not only to defeat the Murong prodigal son. Today is really a worthwhile trip. Let's go."

The two pale martial arts masters followed out of the poetry house with hard-working hatred, and didn't even dare to leave a harsh word.

The living room is in a mess. Look at the cracks on the floor and wall. It is estimated that it will be completely renovated.

The four elders of the poet looked at each other at this moment and saw the shock in their eyes. In less than a month, the strength of the man in front of him was so strong. Even the Marquis of Dingguo suffered a sullen loss and had to leave in confusion.

If you take action against them again, I'm afraid it can be suppressed with a single move.

"Pervert, you are really a big pervert. I almost urged the secret art." Shi Tianqi swallowed a few mouthfuls of foam and patted his chest with fear.

"Sister, he is so powerful that he is definitely not a liar." The little marquis sat on the ground, and his face did not look frightened at all, but his excited eyes lit up.

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The second update is over, but the collection recommendation is not good. I'm so sad.