Chapter 162 Training the Junior

"What on earth do you want?" Crotty, who had not spoken, stepped forward from the rear and asked.

"Oh? Tianjie strongman, I didn't expect you to come prepared. What on earth did you do on this trip? The middle-aged man didn't pay attention to it just now. He didn't expect that there was also a strong man in the other party. With the white water of super-level strength, he would really suffer losses if he really fought.

"There should be no need to report to you why we came here. Besides, I have just clearly said the purpose of our coming here, and we just went to compete for a while. If there is anything really offending, please forgive me." This is Mu Feng's biggest concession. It's really hard to come to the house for the first time.

"Well, it's good. The future is terrible. How dare you talk to your predecessors like this? It seems that your * is very hard!" The middle-aged man laughed angrily and then left with several people.

"Sure enough, it's not as simple as expected. It turns out that strong people above the super level are sent out to do tasks. No wonder the strength here is so simple..." Mu Feng muttered, and then took four people to stroll around casually. This may be the environment where they want to live for a period of time, and they can practice better. This is the purpose of this trip. After the lanterns rise, Mufeng and his few people will walk towards the main hall at the peak.

When Mufeng and several people appeared outside the main hall, the man who had taken Mufeng and others up the mountain were already waiting for Mufeng and several people there. After seeing several people, they hurried over and said that the saint would see them, and then several people walked towards the main hall under the leadership of the man.

In front of a stone gate, the man motioned Mu Feng and several people to enter. Opening the door, I saw a middle-aged man. To be honest, his size is really too conspicuous. The whole is similar to the shape of the mountain, the same bloated, which is completely inconsistent with the thin body type described by Uncle Erdo in those years. Although this is the case, from the simple state of the man in front of him, the man in front of him is really a real holy step. The strong.

"Are you here? I heard that it was recommended by a close friend in the past, but I don't know who it is? The voice of the white-faced saint (the middle-aged man told Mu Feng several people) came, and it turned out to be a light and soft feeling.

"This is Uncle Erdo's letter of recommendation to you." Mu Feng said, presented the letter on his body, and then waited beside him.

Reading the contents of the letter paper carefully, the more he looked down at the face of the white-faced Holy Lord, the more wonderful he became. Mu Feng beside him carefully observed his expression and muttered in his heart, what letter of recommendation Uncle Erdo wrote to him. Looking at the content of the whole letter, the front is nothing more than talking about some interesting things from previous missions, such as the mechanical bomb made by Uncle Erdo to him, which exploded halfway, and...

"Is Erdo all right now?" After reading the whole letter, the white-faced saint asked faintly.

"Uncle Erdo is in good health now and has his own things to do. I will convey it to him when the Holy Lord's concern goes back." Mu Feng replied respectfully.

"The letter said that you came to me because you provoked your opponent. I don't know what your opponent's strength is, and I can't protect you for a lifetime. Since it is entrusted by my old friend, I will help you with this favor."

"The strength of the opponent's peak heavenly level is a scourge that has not been completely cleaned up before. At that time, because there was a holy step beside it, and then after a period of silence, I killed a horse gun!" Mu Feng roughly preached everything from beginning to end.

"Well, you are also talented, but you can stay here to practice, but this stage is obviously not suitable for you. If you want a wider space, I can show you a clear way." The white-faced saint said with a few beards, how much it should be obscene, and this kind of appearance can also achieve the holy throne. It seems that this meatball-like guy must be talented.

"In fact, there are many disciples under my family, and there are many super-level strongmen and those at the heavenly level. However, it is not enough to become a strong man with talent. Later efforts and opportunities are equally important. In another half a month, there will be a competitive era for the whole world. Anyone below the heavenly level can participate in the competition. You can try it, and if you are lucky, you can get your own opportunities. The soft voice of the white-faced saint came again.

"Oh? Well, we will temporarily disturb the seniors during this period. Since the seniors are the top strong men of the holy order, they won't mind tutoring us, right? Mu Feng looked for the right time and said brazenly.

"Ha ha, there is no problem, so let me guide you!" The white-faced saint said lightly, and then stood up and walked out of the stone gate, but he was planning his own calculations: Erdo, Erdo, don't blame me for treating your juniors like this. This is also for their future growth, to remove the sense of superiority. The most important thing is that you mess with my old man when you are young and ignorant. Home...

When he came to the door of the main hall, the white-faced saint stood still and said, "Of course, I will not fight against you with the strength of the holy level, but will suppress the strength at the same level as you. Looking forward to your good performance!" The white-faced saint's face is natural. In his youth, he was decisive and strong, but he was a little stupid, which was also his constant pain.

The first place is West Asia, the sixth-order advanced strength, and the strength of the old man should also be suppressed in this strength. The game is imminent, and West Asia has no intention of underesing the white-faced saint who has the same strength. Ziyan appeared in the empty eyes of West Asia. When he looked at the white-faced Holy Lord, Ziyan permeated the place of the white-faced Holy Lord, and the body of the Holy Lord had moved aside and looked at Ziyan on the side. The white-faced Holy Lord did not stop his movements in his hand. His meatball-like body moved slowly, and the dark blue energy gushed out.

The purple gas rose on the soles of West Asia's feet, and the speed of the two was faintly flat. Ten blades return to the ruins..." flashed to the side, and Westia shouted softly. Part of the black sky was dyed purple, and the strong purple kept swallowing, and then purple light blades kept probing out from the sky and shooting at the white-faced saint. The dark blue energy lingered on the meat ball, like a bullet shooting towards West Asia, purple light blade Hitting the dark blue aperture, it kept making a banging sound, and the purple atmosphere permeated, and West Asia flashed to the other side.

From beginning to end, the meat ball did not use any martial arts. Is it contempt for itself? Moreover, the meat ball's control of energy has obviously exceeded too much in West Asia, and many purple light blades have been dodged by the opponent. You should know that this is the magic of target locking. When the ten light blades completely fall, the purple gas in the sky It also gradually dissipated.

And at this time, the meat ball emitting dark blue meat fists have come, and the collision between purple and dark blue. This time it is an equal autumn color. The two fell backwards at the same time and immediately bounced up. West Asia pointed to the sky with one hand, and the sky cracked again. A huge light blade wrapped in a strong purple atmosphere flashed out. Unexpectedly, it contained a faint color of thunder and shouted, "Try my trick..."

This time, the purple light blade seems to be a collection of countless handles, which is too strong in terms of speed or energy fluctuations, and the white-faced saint is also dignified. With the sixth-order advanced strength, it can release such a powerful spell. Suddenly, a man with an evil smile appeared in his mouth. , exerting similar spells, his whole body trembling involuntarily.

"There should be no foul using this trick, right?" Meatball thought shamelessly in his heart that this is a spell that only his holy level has mastered, and its power is powerful. Then he shouted softly, "Moving flowers and trees!" The fierce purple light blade disappeared after a dark blue light flashed, and then a purple light blade hit the ground on the other side of the main hall battlefield, roaring, and the ground collapsed directly in half.

"Can only use this trick?" Xi's mind thought that the words consumed too much, and it was difficult to make a difference under the other party's strange spell. Ziyan swept towards the opponent again. The White-faced Holy Lord knew that this was the best time and seized the opponent's hesitation and dilemma. The spell just unfolded again, and the whole meat ball disappeared. In Xi's eyes, a meatball hit West Asia with a dark blue breath, but West Asia, which had just reacted, slowed down. After being hit, there was amazing pain all over her body, which was really like a mess.