The Almighty Asura

Mu Feng also looked gloomy and came over. The assassination was just obvious. It was against him.

"Front, are you injured on your shoulder?"

Mu Chen saw Mu Feng's shoulders stained with blood, worried.

"I was shot by the sleeve arrow and hurt the bones. Uncle, can you see what these assassins are?"

Mu Feng asked.

Mu Chen opened the veil of the assassin and found that the face was full of old knives. He could not see his face and shook his head. He said: "These people are the cultivators of the culture, and the strength of these great families. It’s hard to find the origins when it’s only a purple place.

Zifujing is just an introduction to cultivation. The whole country is innumerable. The assassin who mastered the choice of Zifujing obviously has this layer of consideration.

Mu Feng squatted down, looked at the knife held by the assassin, and searched the assassin, and found nothing to prove his identity.

"Although I don't know who sent it, there are not many people in the country who want my life."

Mu Feng’s heart secretly, he already had a general, knowing who is going to kill him, and then the army has come to pick up the body.

"Feng, go back to raise your wounds, don't worry too much about today."

Mu Chen looked at the silent Mu Feng and sighed.

"Do not worry, uncle, I am fine."

Mu Feng smiled a little, then he hesitated, and said: "Da Bo, the body you just helped me to ask for, I am useful"

"Well, I will send you somebody later."

Mu Chen nodded and thought that Mu Feng wanted the body to check what.

"Come, **** the young master and other disciples back to the family"

"Yes"

Mu Feng and others were escorted away, and many people also talked about the assassination.

Many smart people can easily see that the assassination was just aimed at Mu Feng.

And Mu Chen blinked his eyes and looked at Zhao Heng on the admissions stage. The scorpion was swaying in the scorpion, and there was a hint of murder.

"Zhao Heng, I hope that you will not appear in the capital after two years, otherwise, I will blame my heart..."

Mu Feng and Zhao Heng’s gambling appointment he naturally knew on the sidelines. Mu Chen, who regarded Mu Feng as a parent, had already killed Zhao Heng.

"It seems that some people are quite eager to start with my Mu family, and I have to lay some back..."

Mu Chen turned and left the square.

On the high floor outside the stadium, Nanhao’s face was a bit cold.

"This is what you said is foolproof?"

"This……"

Duan Qianmou has a knot, and he did not think that Mu Fengxiu was so flexible that he could be supported by Mu Chen.

"Hey, the tenth group that participated in the assassination today is all given death. Even a waste person can't cope with it. I don't raise waste."

Nanhao waved his sleeves and left the building.

Duan Qianmou wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and quickly followed.

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After Mu Feng returned to Mujia, the pharmacist bandaged the wound for him. Perhaps the assassin was too conceited, and the arrow did not feed the poison.

And Mu Feng returned to live in Dan Xinya, not long after, the two Mu family's **** carried a white cloth covered body to the Dan Xinya.

After the two guards left, Mu Feng shut the door of the courtyard and sat kneeling next to the body.

He asked the corpse to naturally cultivate the ancient Shura Sutra and reshape the Yuan dynasty.

Today’s assassination and insults have also made Mu Feng more invented the crisis situation he is facing now.

Today, he, the entire Mu family, is in a storm, only strong strength, he has the power of self-protection.

The practice of running the ancient Shurajing, hands on the top of the body, an invisible air machine poured into the body, the blood in the body boiled, burning into a **** airflow through the palms, poured into Mu Feng's body.

That broken the Yuanmai in a little bit of recovery under the nourishment of blood gas, healing.

Inside the corpse, in his dantian, six drops of pale gold blood were suspended in the sacred Zitian Dantian.

This is blood!

I have cultivated six drops of blood, and I can see that the man’s realm before his death is almost the same as that of the purple house. The peak of the middle heaven is the peak of the purple, and the further is the purple house. Bit.

The six drops of blood contain more energy than normal blood. These six drops of blood burned into the body of Mu Feng for a **** gas.

The fourth element is healing at an alarming rate, one-third, one-half!

Soon, the fourth elementary pulse was fully restored.

However, the energy of the six drops of blood has not been consumed, and the fifth element is also recovering at a horrible rate. The restored Yuan is also blood red, strong, tough, and huge in volume.

After two hours, Mu Feng spit out a long white gas, and the corner of his mouth slid a touch of curvature.

The Yuan dynasty in his body has recovered six!

And among the six elements, they are filled with pure milky white energy.

The vitality is milky white, unless you have cultivated into the purple house, you have chosen some attribute martial arts, and the energy released outside has the attribute color.

It is worth mentioning that the wound on his shoulder has recovered more than half, and began to heal and grow new meat.

"This ancient Shurao is too strong, if at this speed, as long as I am absorbing the blood of two Zifu warriors, I can cultivate to the point of restoring nine yuan."

Mu Feng muttered to himself, all the scorpions were happy, and he shook his fists, and the feeling of powerful power came to his mind again.

Although it was only six days old, it was far worse than he used to be, but he believed that in the face of the eight-fold martial arts, he was not afraid of a battle.

Of course, this method is too sinister, and he dare not tell him the uncle, otherwise he will know that he will be excited to kill two Zifu martial artists to Mu Feng.

"Hey, the baby has gotten a chance, you can rest assured, your hatred, the baby will tell you, there are 200,000 Mu Jiajun brothers, will not die!"

Thinking of his father, Mu Feng is filled with infinite power. He wants to take revenge and avenge his sorrow and the 200,000 Mu Jiajun! Then he can't relax for a moment.

Mu Feng then dragged the dry body to the backyard, and in the fire pit where the garbage was burned, a fire ignited the body.

The fire was printed on the juvenile's persevering face. There was a scarlet in the depths of the squat, and he would embark on a ruined road, a road to killing and revenge!

After burning the corpse, Mu Feng took out his own saber and practiced it in the backyard. He used his own military skills and tactics in the past.

The figure is like an agile cheetah, and the knife is as fast as the wind, rolling up the yellow leaves in the courtyard.

He did not dare to have a slack, the road of the strong, the three points by talent, the three points by chance, and the four points by effort.