The three Qi Practitioners gradually walked away, their scolding voices echoing in the air.

Mu Feng glanced at the Qi practitioner surnamed Wang who was sitting on the ground, only to see that his eyes were blank and his eyes were dull, obviously he had not recovered from the blow just now.

Mu Feng picked up seven or eight bottles of spiritual grass liquid on the ground and put them in his arms.

He walked slowly towards the Qi Practitioner surnamed Wang.

"I heard Zhang Meng say that you took special care of his legs?" Mu Feng asked coldly.

"Ah, Mu Feng, I have spirit grass liquid. I'll give you the spirit grass liquid on my body. ”

The qi practitioner surnamed Wang came back to his senses, and when he saw that the three qi practitioners who came with him had left, his heart was filled with unease.

He was scared by Mu Feng, and the Mu Feng in front of him was ruthless and abnormal, he was afraid of breaking in Mu Feng's hands.

"Are you talking about this thing?"

Mu Feng stretched out his hand to take a jade bottle in the hand of the qi practitioner surnamed Wang, and said with interest.

"I still have it, I still have three bottles, I'll give it to you together. ”

The Qi practitioner surnamed Wang trembled, and hurriedly took out three bottles of spiritual grass liquid from his bosom and put them on the palm of his hand.

There was a look of anticipation in his eyes, hoping that Mu Feng would take the spirit grass liquid from his palm and then let him go.

"I've never been a stranger to other people's things. ”

"Didn't your parents teach you how to be a human being? How can you be a qi practitioner and do these indiscriminate things. ”

"Zhang Meng's right foot was injured, and the injury was not light. ”

Mu Feng's eyes were filled with coldness, he raised his right foot, and stepped on the calf of the qi practitioner surnamed Wang.

"Ahh

The screams like killing pigs came from the mouth of the qi practitioner surnamed Wang.

The sound resounded through the sky and startled a flock of birds.

The voice was tactful and melodious, evoking Zhang Meng in his dream.

Zhang Meng licked his lips and muttered:

"Which senior brother is practicing in Yingong? He actually let out a happy pig cry. ”

Mu Feng didn't leave in a hurry, he watched Li Meng and Li Meng's body recover little by little in Jinyang Peak, and this stay was more than ten days.

During this period of time, there were no more qi practitioners who came to trouble Mu Feng and Zhang Meng.

The encounter of the qi practitioner surnamed Wang played a good propaganda role.

On this day, Zhang Meng jumped back into the house and said to Mu Feng:

"Mu Feng, I feel that my body is full of strength, and my aura is more abundant than before.

Zhang Meng has spent more than ten days soaking in spiritual grass liquid, and he has never felt so happy.

A large amount of spirit grass liquid made his injuries recover quickly, and he had already consumed more than twenty bottles of spirit grass liquid given by Mu Feng these days.

About four or five days ago, he was able to walk freely, and now he is fully restored.

I found a remnant pattern in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Jinyang Peak, and I have recently been enlightening, and I have gained a lot. ”

Zhang Meng's hands were sealed, and his chubby fleshy palms made a mysterious trajectory in the air.

Suddenly, bubbling spiritual energy gushed out from his dantian, and after these spiritual qi poured out, it gradually formed the appearance of a pot.

Zhang Meng looked at the cauldron and pushed his palms towards Mu Feng.

Mu Feng felt a strong aura coming, and this aura actually contained a huge suction, and Mu Feng was about to be ingested into it.

Mu Feng retreated slowly, thinking quickly of a countermeasure in his mind. At this moment, Zhang Meng let out a soft snort.

He was a pot pattern that flew back upside down, flew into his dantian, and turned into aura again.

Mu Feng was shocked in his heart, the power of this "pattern" was really extraordinary.

Zhang Meng's inconspicuous pot pattern actually made him feel irresistible.

On that day, he fought with the four qi practitioners, but none of them comprehended the "tattoo", so they could only simply suppress the aura against each other.

After comprehending the "pattern", it is equivalent to enriching the life characteristics of the aura, allowing the aura to turn into a pattern, and possessing the mysterious power in the "pattern".

Zhang Meng has his own pot pattern, and he has taken a huge step in the qi practitioner and reached the realm of moving things in the qi practitioner.

Moving the realm of things refers to the fact that the qi practitioner has comprehended a pattern of heaven and earth, such as animal pattern, water pattern, mountain pattern, etc. This pattern can then be used in battle.

The big sects have a set of rules for the division of qi practitioners, but there are no such rules and regulations for small sects like Shuiyun Dongtian.

In fact, only when you have realized your own "pattern" and stepped into the realm of moving things can you be regarded as a real qi practitioner.

Mu Feng didn't comprehend the "pattern", and Zhang Meng now has his own pot pattern, he can be regarded as a real qi practitioner.

"How about it, Mu Feng, I'm amazing. Zhang Meng said proudly, there are very few Qi practitioners who can comprehend the "pattern" in Shuiyun Cave.

"What kind of pattern is this?" Mu Feng was a little surprised, he had never heard of this kind of "pattern", nor had he seen it in the book.

"I don't know, anyway, after I realized this pot, Lord Wang Feng favored me and said that he wanted to personally guide me in my practice.

I'm going to practice with him for a while. Zhang Meng said.

Zhang Meng's revelation of the pot pattern has caused a stir in Jinyang in the past few days, and his identity has naturally risen.

Mu Feng was happy for Zhang Meng, with the backer of Wang Feng on Jinyang Peak, he could walk sideways.

"Fat Dun'er, I'm going to go to Yuanyao Peak to see Mo Xiaoyu, do you want to go with me?" Mu Feng asked.

Zhang Meng's father, Zhang Orion, died in southern Xinjiang, and he wanted him to go back to the current Sunset Village to see the old village chief Mo Xi, but he was afraid of causing him sadness.

Then let's not mention the matter of returning to the village to him for now, and wait for a while.

"Okay, I want to go too. Zhang Meng said excitedly, he also wanted to see Mo Xiaoyu.

"Lord Wang Feng told me some ways to use the pot pattern, and I just gave it a try. Zhang Meng stood on the edge of the cliff of Jinyang Peak, eager to try.

He evolved the pot pattern, and the pot pattern spread out against the wind, slowly changing to the size of one zhang.

"Mu Feng, let's go, let's go to Yuanyao Peak. Zhang Meng said excitedly. Jumped on the pot pattern.

Zhang Meng was obviously not very proficient in the use of the pot pattern, and the two of them swayed on the pot pattern, and gradually drove towards Yuan Yao Peak.

"In front of you is Yuan Yaofeng. Mu Feng said, he found that the pot pattern under his feet was becoming more and more unstable, and it seemed that it might collapse at any time.

"Haha, this feeling of flying is so good. Zhang Meng was very excited, he flew with a pot pattern for the first time, which made him curious.

"Fat Dun'er, can you hold up such a flying aura?"

Mu Feng frowned, Zhang Meng only opened up a breath of spring, and he found that the pot pattern was already beginning to collapse.

"I'm overjoyed, my aura is running out. Zhang Meng shouted.

They fell rapidly, and they could land on the cliff of Yuanyao Peak.

Mu Feng's eyes were quick, and when Luo Yan was tossing and turning, he reached out and grabbed an old tree.

Seeing that Zhang Meng was about to fall off the cliff with a whine in his mouth, he stretched out his arm, grabbed Zhang Meng's shirt, and threw it up.

The force of this throw was extremely great, and Zhang Meng threw it up, flying straight up dozens of zhang high.

"Bang"

Zhang Meng's mouth kept screaming, and his ass touched the ground first, landing on the peak of Yuanyao Peak.

"It hurts me. Zhang Meng stretched out his hand and kept rubbing his buttocks, grinning with bared teeth.

A few qi practitioners came over on the top of Yuanyao Peak, who were both curious and puzzled about Zhang Meng, a man who descended from the sky.

"How could this fat man fall from the sky. ”

"It's too ugly. ”

"You little fat man, what are you doing here at Yuanyao Peak?"

...

They warblers and swallows, chirping, smiling smartly, commenting on Zhang Meng, full of interest.

Most of them were female monks, and there were very few male monks, so their interest was aroused.

Zhang Mengden felt like a spring breeze, he breathed in a burst of vague aroma, and his face was full of intoxication.

"Senior sisters, I am Zhang Meng from Jinyang Peak, and Xiaosheng is polite. ”

Zhang Meng tidied up his clothes, stroked the dust off his body, and bowed politely.

"Recently, there have been Qi practitioners from other peaks coming to our Yuanyao Peak. ”

"That's right, there are several of them from Shui Yunfeng. ”

"Jinyang Peak's people have come to us. ”

...

At this time, Mu Feng also reached the peak, he looked at Zhang Meng, and saw that he had a spring light on his face, and his face was intoxicated.

"Ahem"

Mu Feng made a sound, and he walked to Zhang Meng's side and reminded Zhang Meng not to forget the purpose of their coming.

"Senior sisters, we are here to find Mo Xiaoyu in Yuanyao Peak. Mu Feng said loudly.

"This kid is a handyman. ”

"Yes, he is wearing the clothes of a handyman, so he is naturally a handyman. ”

"Why did a handyman also come to our Yuanyao Peak. ”

These female monks were obviously more interested in Mu Feng, but in terms of appearance, Mu Feng's clear eyebrows and beautiful appearance were more eye-catching than Zhang Meng's fat body.

"Senior sisters, we are here to find Mo Xiaoyu. Zhang Meng came back to his senses and agreed.

"Senior Sister Xiaoyu is in retreat and cultivating. ”

"A few of us were ordered by the master to patrol Yuanyao Peak in case some ill-intentioned men broke in. ”

"Since you two are from the Water Cloud Cave, then don't investigate your trespassing, and leave quickly. ”

A few female cultivators, you say a word to me, and the sound of the swallow warbler is very good.

Mu Feng and Zhang Meng looked at each other and smiled bitterly, revealing helplessness.

"Senior sisters, do you know when Mo Xiaoyu is going to retreat?" asked Mu Fengyi.

"We don't know about this, Senior Sister Xiaoyu can be appreciated by Lord Zhao Feng, we are all envious. ”

"Otherwise, you will come back in a few days. ”

Zhang Meng scratched his head and said embarrassedly:

"Sisters, the two of us finally came here, please go and tell Xiaoyu. ”

"What sister, you little brat, you are a little brat, you are a little old, just call us sister. ”

"Are we old?"

"This little fat man owes a beating. ”

Some of the female monks were grinding their teeth, and some were clenching their small fists, obviously dissatisfied with the sister in Zhang Meng's mouth.

Mu Feng frowned, he pulled Zhang Meng over, and whispered.

"Senior sisters. Zhang Meng stepped forward, he took out three bottles of spiritual grass liquid from his bosom and respectfully presented them.

"You little fat man is so rude, do you want to bribe us?"

"It's useless, Senior Sister Xiaoyu is in retreat in Zhao Feng's main cave mansion, and we can't see her. ”

"Senior sister, you misunderstood me, my qualifications are dull, and it is a waste to drink these spirit grass liquids.

I saw several senior sisters who looked like heavens, had elegant temperaments, and were full of admiration. Therefore, I want to take a good relationship with you. ”

"Phew, you little fat man has sharp teeth. ”

"Senior sister, we've been short of spirit grass liquid lately. "There was a friar's eyes shining.

"Little junior sister, don't be blinded by this kind of small favor. ”

"You guys are noisy here, what kind of deed!" came an ethereal, slightly cold voice.

I saw a plain long skirt outlining graceful curves, her face was like a beautiful jade, and she came with steps, like a blooming lotus.

"Lord Zhao Feng. ”

Several of the friars exclaimed, and they bowed one after another.

A female monk stepped forward, came to Lord Zhao Feng's side, and whispered what was in front of her.