It's just that, because he was worried that the use of spiritual power would be captured by the witch bar, Zhan Mufeng could only hide the spiritual power exercises, and simply walked by running, although the speed also blinded the eyes of many passers-by, making many passers-by suspect that they were hallucinating, but it was indeed a lot slower, so this road was also delayed a lot.

On this day, the city of Turin is already approaching.

Thinking that it was far away from the core area of the Hongfeng Empire and the True Martial Spirit Gate, Wu Bar didn't even know who he was, and it was impossible to pursue here, so he couldn't help but relax his nervousness.

Zhan Mufeng was hurrying along the road, thinking about the scene of meeting his master and brothers and sisters, remembering the good time of digging pits in the past, and secretly enjoying himself.

Suddenly, Zhan Mufeng's divine sense caught the sensation of a landslide and an earthquake, accompanied by the sound of countless noisy horses.

Zhan Mufeng's body moved, and then appeared in the air tens of thousands of steps, and a thunderous aura wrapped his body.

Now, Zhan Mufeng's cultivation at the peak of the Spirit Master Realm, coupled with the deep understanding of spiritual power from the Wu Bar who cultivated in the Spirit King Realm last time, has been able to levitate in the air for more than a stick of incense, and he already has the initial appearance of a powerhouse in the Great Spirit Master Realm.

Seeing the dense army dozens of miles away, Zhan Mufeng was slightly stunned: "This is a sign that the army is about to start a war, looking at this formation, it is estimated that there are no less than 100,000 troops." What the hell is going on? Although this Turin City is the southeastern frontier and the most marginal part of the empire, it has always been safe and sound, so why is there so many troops now? I wonder what happened to them, master?"

Suddenly, Zhan Mufeng's divine sense caught a breath: "En, the late stage of the Great Spirit Master, there is actually an existence in the late stage of the Great Spirit Master in this army? It turns out that the highest cultivation in Turin City is the Spirit Realm." ”

"I've only been out of Turin City for less than two years, how can I change so much? ”

Zhan Mufeng quietly fell down and flew low in the air, he really couldn't rest assured, he wanted to see his master and brothers and sisters too much.

"I'm going to give them a surprise! I don't know how the cultivation of the master and my brothers and sisters is, if the master knew that I had gone from the seventh stage of the spirit disciple to the peak of the spirit master realm in one or two years, I don't know how happy I would be!"

Zhan Mufeng also prepared a large number of elixir spirit cores in advance, and prepared a good gift for the master and his brothers and sisters, allowing them to choose.

Think about it before, ten Ning Ling Pills could make everyone happy for a long time.

"Why is there no one? Where have they gone?"

Zhan Mufeng looked at the wooden door covered with cobwebs, his expression was lonely, and he had a bad thought in his heart.

Looking at the situation around him that had been less than two years but seemed to be a world away, Zhan Mufeng was stunned and said to himself: "Could it be that the master and they have moved away? But why didn't they even notify me! But how could the master and they have entered the True Martial Spirit Gate to inform me?"

"Master, master—— Wan'er--dog-flower-cat-knife-Liu'er——, where are you, I'm Feng'er, I'm back to see you, I'm hungry-"

Zhan Mufeng knew that even his divine sense could not capture the aura of the master, how could he find someone by shouting.

An ominous premonition surged into Zhan Mufeng's heart.

But knowing that no one would answer even if he shouted his throat, Zhan Mufeng still shouted loudly and heartbreakingly.

Suddenly, Zhan Mufeng suddenly found a tombstone—no, to be exact, a simple wooden plaque made of wood, which was inserted on the small earthen bag they used to play with, and the simple wooden plaque read: The Tomb of the Disciple Liu'er.

There is also a small vertical text written on the bottom left of the token - Incompetent mediocrity shows iron heart!

At that moment, Zhan Mufeng was like being struck by lightning - no, it was more desperate and sad than being struck by lightning - Liu'er was his brother, a righteous brother, a brother who played together until he was big - and now, he died!

"No, Sixty-two won't die, someone must know I'm coming back, spoof, no..."

Zhan Mufeng came from the sorrow, holding back the tears that swirled, his voice was as small as a mosquito, and he comforted himself.

It is the word of the master's iron heart.

Zhan Mufeng knows that he can't fake it.

Suddenly, Zhan Mufeng couldn't hold back any longer, he cried on his back, staggered over, knelt on the ground, holding a simple wooden sign, he didn't want to believe it anyway, and cried: "Liu'er, good brother, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you, I'm Brother Xiaofeng, I'm coming back to see you, you must be a liar! Don't scare me! Master, where have the other brothers and sisters gone?" Liu'er!"

The moment Zhan Mufeng saw the wooden sign, it was like being pierced through his heart by ten thousand arrows, his heart died, his soul was lost, and he was more sad and desperate than when he died.

Zhan Mufeng shouted for a long time, his voice was hoarse, but he still didn't respond at all. Although he also knew that even his divine sense could not capture the master's breath, what was the use of shouting?

Zhan Mufeng touched the scene, remembering the bits and pieces of the past, it was so happy and carefree, but now it is a matter of right and wrong, yin and yang, even if it is a good cultivation, what is the use?

Tears could no longer stop coming out of his eyes, Zhan Tiexin and Wan'er Liu'er, their brothers and sisters, were his dearest and dearest people.

Now, when he came back, not only did he not see anyone, but he also saw Liu'er's tombstone, which made him how could he not be sad.

I don't know how long I cried, Zhan Mufeng stood there in a daze, two tears, speechless.

"Master, where are you, the apprentice Zhan Mufeng is back, the apprentice Zhan Mufeng is back to see you! Master! Wan'er! Where are you, I'm hungry!"

In the past, every time Zhan Mufeng said "I'm hungry", everyone would immediately gather around, boil water to cook rice or go to hunt wild food, and a group of young men and women had a lot of fun.

However, now, in the huge place, there is only the whining north wind whining, and the dead leaves all over the ground are crying, as if they are telling Zhan Mufeng the hatred and unwillingness of Liu'er speechlessly.

But no one responded to Zhan Mufeng's sorrow and heartbreak.

......

It took a long time for Zhan Mufeng to recover from his grief.

I searched all the places that the master and Wan'er might have gone again, but there was still nothing to gain, and it seemed that no one had been to those places for a long time.

Fortunately in the misfortune, Zhan Mufeng's heart was mentioned in his throat, and he looked for all possible places with heavy steps, and there was no information.

Fortunately, I didn't see the second wooden sign, and Zhan Mufeng's heart was a little better, and the hope in his heart was greatly enhanced.

"Well, how did I forget about him!"

Zhan Mufeng suddenly thought of Hua Wuxian, the city lord of Turin City, "Nine times out of ten, it has something to do with Hua Wuxian! If it is really your Hua Wushu who killed my good brother Liu'er, I will let your Hua family be removed from the Nine Divisions Continent forever!

As soon as the words fell, thousands of steps away from Zhan Mufeng's left hand, two bluestones weighing thousands of catties instantly turned into powder under the weight of spiritual power.

After making up his mind, Zhan Mufeng stopped staying, hid his breath, and quietly sneaked towards Turin City.

As soon as he entered Turin City, Zhan Mufeng's divine sense captured more than a dozen familiar breaths. Zhan Mufeng was ecstatic: "It's Wan'er, they're still alive, and sure enough, Hua Wuxian did it!"

Zhan Mufeng's body flickered, and he had already appeared in front of Hua Wuxian's City Lord's Mansion, and more than a dozen guards of the ninth stage of the spirit disciples were just about to rush up with shouting, Zhan Mufeng sneered, and as soon as his breath dispersed slightly, the coercion of the peak of the Spirit Master Realm instantly shocked more than a dozen guards of the ninth stage of the spirit disciples to death, and the sea of qi was all shattered.

These guards will no longer be able to serve the tiger and the people.

This is still the mercy of Zhan Mufeng's subordinates, and he only used less than one percent of the coercion, and did not start a killing spree.

Zhan Mufeng's divine sense quickly locked Wan'er's breath, and he was slightly stunned in his heart: "Why are they all the guards of the Spirit Disciple Realm, where will Hua Wuxian go, does it have anything to do with those army movements?"

In order to avoid extraneous branches, Zhan Mufeng immediately hid his breath and quietly dived over.

In the dilapidated and dirty basement, ants and cockroaches can be seen everywhere, and the stench is so foul that it is dirtier and more messy and smelly than the pig pen and cattle pen!

It's Ye Wan'er, the dog, and the little ones!

But Zhan Tiexin and the knife melon man are gone!

More than 20 young men and women were locked in an iron room surrounded by arm-thick iron bars, leaning against the wall, each of them chained by a huge dog chain, and their breath was dying and very weak.

When Zhan Mufeng saw this scene, his heart was about to drip blood, he held back the anger in his heart, and called softly: "Dog!"