Chapter 105 Warmen

In the fifteenth master's mansion, the flying star ancestor was practicing, kneeling to worship rows of servants not far from her, all of whom looked uneasy and ugly.

The eldest princess stood on the other side angrily and wanted to argue a few words, but she was a little awed and hesitant. When he was at a loss, a figure flew into the hospital.

"What are you doing?" Mu Zifeng had just killed someone, and the evil spirit condensed on his body was very strong, so as soon as he appeared, everyone in the courtyard became frightened.

"What's the name? I'm teaching these slaves." Feixing's ancestor opened her eyes discontentedly, but when she saw Mu Zifeng's blood and indifferent eyes, she jumped up with excitement, "Are you all right?"

"I just killed an ancestor who practiced qi, and I still can't die. Let them all retreat. I need to be quiet. Mu Zifeng waved his hand, and the qi and blood in his body consumed eight or nine layers and could not delay the time.

Flying Star Ancestor did not dare to show off his ability now. He hurriedly motioned that those servants retreated one after another as if they were granted an amnesty. Only the eldest princess stepped forward with concern, held Mu Zifeng and whispered, "Lord Zifeng, I will help you into the house."

"Thank you, princess, Flying Star Ancestor, you stay here, no one is allowed to enter."

After a while, the eldest princess came out trembling and hurriedly left after worshiping the flying star ancestor Yingying.

"Well, this boy is so evil that he really killed an ancestor of the innate realm. Oh, it's a pity. If I devour his flesh and blood, my strength will increase a lot. The flying star ancestor muttered a few words, and then re-entered.

The challenge on the ninth day ended with the roaring king's death. The forces of all factions have returned, and perhaps many of them will reconsider queuing. Once they stand in the wrong team and wait for another master to ascend to the throne, it will be their end.

The fifteenth master smiled and couldn't close his mouth. He returned to the house with the support of a group of ministers and workers. They wanted to reward the meritorious officials. The four practicing ancestors of the beheading king, the wind feather king, the king of the broken river, and the king of the absolute heart also came together. Today's war also feasted their eyes.

"Old 15th, shall we go to see Zifeng first? I don't know if he was injured before the war?" Prince Yu first proposed and was immediately echoed by the crowd. But before they went out of the living room, they saw the princess running in quickly. "Brother 15, Lord Zifeng needs a retreat, and no one is allowed to approach."

"Oh, can't we?" The king of Duanjiang and four others walked in with their heads held high, and those ministers and workers saluted one after another.

"See you, senior." The eldest princess was also respectful. After saluteing, she whispered, "There is a flying star guard outside Lord Zifeng's retreat room, so even if the four seniors go, they may not be able to get in."

"Flying Star Senior? Who is it?" The king of Duanjiang was stunned and looked down to kill the king with some puzzlement.

"Listen to the tone of Elder Feixing, she seems to be very close to Lord Zifeng."

"Is it the ancestor who came out of the imperial arsenal?" What did King Fengyu think of? "Tianqi mentioned that person to me after returning from there. She is very powerful. She has also practiced a flying martial art. I'm afraid that only I can compare with her flight speed among the four of us."

"Yes, Phantom Hou also mentioned it, and I didn't expect her to be in my house."

"In this case, we will not disturb Zifeng for the time being. There will be a battle tomorrow. In addition to Murong's prodigal son, the free king may also find an excuse to make trouble." The absolute king sighed and said with some frustration, "The roaring king is also my predecessor. How could he have thought that he would die so miserably? With Mu Zifeng's strength, it is enough to be crowned king.

"What the master said is that although he is not a practicing ancestor, he is enough to be a king. If I can ascend the throne, I will definitely reward him again, and even the whole Mu family will be rewarded. The fifteenth master was resolute, and his self-confidence and unrelenting momentum came back.

Mu Zifeng evolved Taiji magic fist over and over again in the house. He did not suffer much internal injury, but his qi and blood were seriously consumed, so with the help of Taiji's power, he had to return to his peak overnight.

The next day, the people watching the game field had already arrived, and the tall martial arts platform was also rebuilt. The challenge on the last day of the genius competition makes people look forward to it. Everyone wants to know who is the first genius in the Shengyuan Empire?

After nine long bells, Mu Zifeng performed flying martial arts and fell on the battlefield. The emperor of the empire and all the ancestors also appeared one after another. Among the group, there were four strange faces, but judging from their noble temperament, they should be royal ancestors.

Mu Zifeng withdrew his eyes from the high platform and looked in the direction where Murong's prodigal son sat, but did not see him. After the second ringing of the bell, Murong's prodigal son still did not appear, which caused small riots in the four directions.

"Lao Shi, what's wrong with Murong's prodigal son? He hasn't appeared yet?" The fifteenth master was secretly surprised, but he was calm on the surface. If he didn't appear again, Murong's prodigal son would abstain and lose.

"The special envoy will give an explanation on this matter." The tenth master said reluctantly.

Everyone on the high platform looked at the five special envoys. Didn't Murong Prodigal appear to have something to do with them? The ancestor of Lingshan Jiantang coughed gently and said slowly, "We have also confirmed the strength of Mu Zifeng. In order to avoid unnecessary casualties on both sides, the five of us unanimously decided to end this challenge. After a month, Murong's prodigal son, Tuo Xiaogong, Ningdong, Zhao Xiaotian, Lie Wulei and Qiu Lin followed us to Lingshan to practice. As for those peripheral disciples, they postponed to report to Lingshan by themselves in January.

"Is that the end?" Xiaoyao Wang said coldly, "I think the Murong prodigal son must be timid."

"King Xiaoyao, what do you mean? You mean the five of us are lying?

The weakest of the five special envoys are the realm of heaven and man, and they are all angry.

"If the two of them don't have a good relationship, there is no conclusion as to who is the first day. But I have a proposal. I don't know if the five envoys want to hear it?

"Oh, just say what you want to say?"

"I have tested the strength of Murong Prodigal Son and know his peak strength like the palm of my hand. Why don't I go out for an interview to visit Mu Zifeng?"

King Xiaoyao's proposal was simply a disguise, but he said so high that he seemed to have forgotten his ancestral identity. None of them were fools present, and how could he not be clear about the calculations in his heart? People are divided into groups and objects. He is the same virtue as the Roaring King. No wonder he can become a brother.

"The proposal of Xiaoyao Wang is good. Since it is a genius competition, it is always necessary to distinguish between high and low. Naturally, it's not his fault that Murong's prodigal son didn't attend, so we can remedy it again. The emperor sitting in a high position said loudly that his voice was unquestionable and arbitrary.

As if seeing many people's doubtful eyes, the emperor continued to say, "This is also what the national teacher means."

The national master is the patron saint of the Shengyuan Empire, the first strong man, and rarely shows up. But his words are more useful than Emperor Shengyuan. Fortunately, he has never interfered in the government and has never been greedy for imperial power.

It seems that the death of the Roaring King also shocked him, otherwise he would not have secretly made this oracle.

Mu Zifeng heard the dialogue on the high platform clearly. He didn't expect Xiaoyao Wang to be so shameless. Everyone knew that he hated it the most and the person he wanted to kill most was himself. Once you have a chance to compete with yourself, the victory or defeat will be instantaneous.

"King Xiaoyao, the national teacher also has an oracle that you must not use the power of the unity of heaven and man. I hope you can keep it in mind."

Xiaoyao Wang held his fist slightly. Even if he did not use the power of the unity of heaven and man, it was enough to suppress him with his heavy innate power. At that time, as long as you accidentally miss, you can avenge your brother.

The order of the emperor of Shengyuan spread all over the site, and suddenly there was a loud noise. King Xiaoyao's figure has arrived ten meters in front of Mu Zifeng. He is a little shorter and his whole body is relatively thin, but that breath made Mu Zifeng feel a great threat.

"Do it and let me see your methods." Xiaoyao Wang had a gloomy smile at the corners of his mouth.

"I'm not your opponent, so there's no need to compete with each other." Mu Zifeng said indifferently, "Give the title of the first genius of the Shengyuan Empire to Murong Prodigal Son. I'm not interested in that."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave. Xiaoyao Wang snorted coldly, "Are you afraid?"

Mu Zifeng paused, turned his head to look at the King of Xiaoyao, and suddenly smiled, "You are the ancestor of heaven and man, and what is my little warrior in the nirvana? I'm really not your opponent, but if I invite a martial arts master to join hands with me, I may not have a chance to trample you. Do you dare to give it a try?

"I want to defeat the king when I join hands with the martial arts master. I'm so crazy. So many ancestors are watching. If I don't try it, I really think I'm afraid. Let your people come up."

Mu Zifeng's smile is brighter, just like the flowers blooming in spring, "Sweetie."

When Zhao Xiaotian heard the call, she didn't think about it. She flew to the stage and fell beside Mu Zifeng. Heroes and beautiful women, gentlemen and ladies, contrast with each other, but attract a lot of admiration.

"Kill the king, is that boy crazy? No matter how powerful Xiaotian is, it is absolutely impossible for them to work together to resist the attack of King Xiaoyao." The king of Duanjiang was a little anxious.

There was no anxiety about killing the king. He looked at it carefully and said, "Zifeng must be sure to say so. Look at Xiaotian, she is best at swordsmanship, but now she leaves with a sword, which is very unusual.

What Zhao Xiaotian practiced is king-level martial arts. Once the sword does not come out of the sheath, her attack power will be greatly reduced.

"Bad boy, are you really calculating? Is it to make me afraid to pull up Zhao's girl? You are wrong. The resent between us can't be resolved. If she really doesn't know what's good or bad, I will never show mercy.

"You're right, so we will never show mercy and trample you under your feet in front of everyone, so that you can live a shameless life." Mu Zifeng moved like a tiger, "Little sweet, do it."