Juxiang Building is not big, only three floors, about 500 square meters, but there is an endless stream of people.

The hotel has a special dish, called Lingcao fragrant chicken, as the name suggests, it is to cook the spiritual grass and a kind of demon beast called fragrant chicken, not only the color and flavor are complete, but also have the effect of improving cultivation, which is very popular with monks. If it weren't for Moorman's early reservation, I'm afraid the two of them wouldn't have been able to drink this meal in this tavern.

Pushing open the door of the private room, Mu Zifeng suddenly found a familiar figure, petite, beautiful, fragrant, short hair fiery red, and clear eyes. At this moment, a pair of big eyes with four-colored magic pupils were staring at him playfully.

It is the daughter of Zi Tiangang, the chief dart master of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, the eldest lady Zilan.

"Could it be the beauty trick used by Zi Tiangang?" This was the first thought that got into Mu Zifeng's mind.

But it's unrealistic to use a beauty trick on a monk who is not a magician. Immediately, he denied the idea that came to him.

Zilan's appearance made the heart he had just put down rise to his throat again, and there seemed to be fifteen buckets in his heart, and the swaying up and down made his brain hurt.

"Miss, you...... Why are you here?" he began.

"What's the matter, if you Mu Gongzi come here, why don't I come here?" Zi Lan smiled and spoke, her fiery red hair was particularly charming.

"Miss, I'm ...... I didn't mean that. He had never dealt with girls of the same age, and in the face of Zilan, he felt that his language was a little pale and unnutritious.

"Giggle," Zilan covered her mouth and smiled, trembling for a while.

"Hehehe," Mu Zifeng also smirked.

"Mu Gongzi, you live in the Fuwei Dart Bureau, we will be a family in the future, don't call me Miss, just call me Zilan. Zilan spoke mischievously.

"Then don't call me Mu Gongzi, call me Mu Zifeng or Zifeng. In front of Zilan, a straightforward girl, Mu Zifeng was at a loss for a while, and unconsciously slipped down with her words.

I'm afraid he didn't even know what he was talking about, and his mouth was full.

"Otherwise, I'll call you Brother Mu. Zilan winked at Mu Zifeng, and spoke half-mischievously and half-seriously.

"Whatever you want. Hearing Zilan call her brother, Mu Zifeng immediately remembered her sister Zixin, and couldn't help but have a sour nose and feel a little sad.

"Cut, it's still a big man, it's really not funny!" Zilan pursed her lips.

But she soon keenly felt the sadness in Mu Zifeng's eyes, and quickly took out a snow-white handkerchief and handed it to him, and her face became stiff.

But she immediately became interested in the big boy in front of her.

I'm afraid this is a man with a story.

Mu Zifeng smiled at Zilan, snorted, and said, "It's okay, I just remembered some of the past." He immediately handed the handkerchief back to Zilan as it was.

Zilan took the handkerchief, and she was a little distracted for a while.

Murman was also surprised that Zilan was uninvited.

He whispered to Mu Zifeng: "Brother Zifeng, you are blessed, although the leader who chases our eldest lady can be discharged two streets, but our eldest lady has never treated any man like you, brother, you must seize the opportunity." ”

Although Moorman's voice was very low, the perceptive Zilan still heard it, and she said to Moorman with a red face: "Brother Moorman, don't talk nonsense." ”

"Talk, I'll go down and bring the jar wine." Moorman winked at Mu Zifeng, showed a "you know" expression, and went downstairs.

As Moorman left, the outspoken Zilan was speechless, she sat there with her head down shyly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes fixed on her toes, her hands playing with the handkerchief, folded, scattered, scattered, folded again.

She didn't even dare to look at Mu Zifeng.

Mu Zifeng was also speechless, and peeked at the girl in front of him from time to time.

The atmosphere in the private room was ambiguous and charming for a while.

Only two young people could hear their own pounding heartbeats.

"Have you heard? The thirteenth prince of the City Lord's Mansion has a strange disease. The sound of the two people talking from the private room next door broke the silence, and Mu Zifeng and Zilan couldn't help but listen carefully.

"What's the disease?"

"Then who knows, but I heard that it is a mental disease. ”

"Really?" "Isn't it?" I heard that the thirteenth prince doesn't recognize anyone anymore and is very sick. The city lord has given a reward, and whoever can cure the thirteen princes will be given five million low-grade magic crystals!"

"Tut, who is going to be able to cure the thirteenth son, then he will make a fortune!"

"That's not it, but don't think about it, your two brushes won't work. ”

"Don't talk about me, and neither can you, hahaha. ”

The conversation between the two reached Mu Zifeng's ears without falling slack.

"City Lord's Mansion...... Thirteen Sons...... Strange sickness......" he muttered to himself.

"The city lord's name is Lei Long, and he is an inferior nobleman with six colored pupils, and he has a total of thirteen sons and six daughters. The youngest of his sons, the thirteenth son, was his favorite, and he was injured when he went out to practice a few days ago, and the guards who went with him died, including a magician. Only the thirteenth prince escaped alone, but he was also crazy, and I heard that his spiritual power was destroyed. ”

Sensing that Mu Zifeng was interested, Zilan muttered an explanation to him in a low voice.

"Spiritual power?" Mu Zifeng was stunned.

"If you have a chance, you can join in the fun, and don't forget that you still have demon borers. Elder Quan's voice sounded in his heart.

A smile appeared on Mu Zifeng's face, "That's right, why did you forget this stubble." ”

Now his top priority is to refine the Wind Bead, and only after refining the Wind Bead can he start to learn the "Wind Breaking Palm" martial art. Refining the Wind Bead requires medicinal materials, so he urgently needs to buy a large number of magic crystals for medicinal materials.

"Five million low-grade magic crystals? He was secretly happy in his heart, he was really just about to go to bed, and someone sent him a pillow.

With a "bang", while Mu Zifeng was secretly calculating, the door of the private room was kicked open for no reason.

"I want to see who occupies the private room, Young Master Ben has come to eat, who doesn't open his eyes, dare not make room for Young Master Ben!" As an arrogant voice came in, a man in a purple and red hat walked into the private room with square steps, followed by six or seven people, and an old man next to him who nodded and bowed, no need to ask, it must be the shopkeeper of the hotel.

"The two adults are really sorry, this is a hundred grade magic crystals, let's invite the two of you to change hotels for dinner, the little old man will compensate the two. The old man kept making gestures to Mu Zifeng and Zilan, and also stuffed a spirit crystal bag into Mu Zifeng's hand.

Mu Zifeng frowned, "What is this called, you can get into trouble when you eat, this demon world really doesn't stop people." ”

"Ouch, who should I be, isn't this Miss Zilan of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, what's the matter? Let's meet the lover here, this time I won't set up an archway!" Mu Zifeng just wanted to get up and refuse, and the man in purple suddenly found Zilan, he stood opposite Zilan, looked at her with a mocking expression, and scolded without spitting out dirty words.

Obviously, this is another Zilan suitor.

"You ......" Zi Lan's face turned red, but the girl who was usually sharp-toothed and sharp-mouthed was so angry that she couldn't say a word at this time.

Mu Zifeng peeked at it, the man in purple was 1.85 meters tall, with small eyes, swollen eye bubbles, a collapsed nose, thin lips, and a pointed chin.

"What are you, even Young Master Ben dares to refuse, let me take a good look, is your little white face trimmed with gold or what?" The man in purple narrowed his eyes with four-colored magic pupils, and looked Mu Zifeng up and down exaggeratedly.

"Yo, it's still a human race, it's really not as good as a second-pupil pariah, Miss Zilan, your vision is a little bad. The man in purple deliberately stimulated Zilan with his words, piggybacked, and scolded Mu Zifeng.

"I'm willing!" a hint of anger flashed across Zilan's flushed face.

"Tsk, I'm so happy, woman, it's cheap!"

"Where did you come from, dare to go wild in front of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, get out of here!" With an angry shout, a palm with the size of a fan struck the purple-clothed man with the sound of the wind, and Moorman's tall body also appeared at the door of the private room.

"Boom! Boom!" After a loud sound, the two figures separated, the tables, chairs and benches in the private room all turned into powder, and the man in purple and Moorman each took a few steps back, and the man in purple had a palm mark on his face, obviously, the man in purple suffered a small loss in the duel.

"Hmph, isn't the Fuwei Dart Game amazing, you offended my Disha Gate and the distinguished guests of the City Lord's Mansion, so that you can't eat and walk around!" The man in purple looked at Murman and raised his big fist again, and said with a fierce threat.

"The distinguished guest of the City Lord's Mansion?" Mu Zifeng's brows tightened.

"This purple-clothed man is called Fan Yicheng, the sixth son of Fan Yi, the master of the Earth Demon Sect, who proposed to my father at the beginning, but my father refused. Zilan became Mu Zifeng's commentator.

"Yo he, are you afraid, don't be a big tail wolf, apologize immediately!" Seeing that Moorman hesitated, Fan Yicheng returned to his previous arrogance.

He pointed to an old man in gray clothes beside him and said, "Let me tell you the truth, this is Elder Yuwen of the Huangli faction, this time he made a special trip to treat the thirteenth son of the city lord, offended Elder Yuwen, the city lord was angry, although the city is big, how can there be a place for your little Fuwei dart bureau, acquaintances, quickly apologize to the young master, and then get out!"

"Of course, Miss Zilan can choose to stay. Fan Yicheng added.

"What if we don't get out?" A calm voice sounded from the mouth of a tall young man, yes, it was Mu Zifeng who spoke.

"What are you, lowly human race, don't you know that the Yinshan Shuangsha is waiting to collect your corpse at this moment?" Fan Yicheng said viciously.

Yinshan Shuangsha - Earth Evil Gate - Dara - Huangli Sect?

"Sure enough, it's a raccoon dog. He frowned, as if he had grasped something in his head, as if there was nothing.

But a murderous aura erupted from his eyes, firmly locking on Fan Yicheng.

"Elder save me!" Feeling Mu Zifeng's murderous aura, Fan Yicheng hurriedly hid behind Elder Yuwen and looked at Mu Zifeng playfully.

"Young man, don't be so angry, otherwise it won't end well. Elder Yuwen took a step forward, and a momentum came out of his thin body, and then slapped a palm at Mu Zifeng.

After the palm shadow left his hand, it skyrocketed suddenly, and soon rose to a radius of two meters.

"First-Order Magician?" Mu Zifeng and Zi Lan glanced at each other, and each saw surprise in each other's eyes, but they didn't expect that the Huangli Sect casually sent an elder to be a first-order magician, and the Huangli Sect could really be said to be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

"Hehe, this time I know I'm afraid, if I'm afraid, I'll apologize quickly and leave you a whole corpse!" Fan Yicheng said with a wicked smile.

"I'm afraid, Young Master Ben has never known how to write the words of fear. Mu Zifeng stepped forward and threw a punch at Elder Yuwen's palm.

"Boom!"

The palm wind and the fist wind collided together, and the entire Juxiang Building trembled twice, the walls of the upper floor rumbled, and some of the guests in the private room sprang out of the dust in embarrassment, glaring angrily at the two who had been separated.

Elder Yuwen's body did not move at all, on the other hand, Mu Zifeng was shocked by the palm power of Elder Yuwen and flew out more than twenty meters away, a mouthful of blood blurted out, the clothes on his body were broken into wisps, his chest collapsed slightly, and his momentum was extremely sluggish.

After all, the gap between the two people is too big, if it weren't for relying on the wind in the wind tunnel to strengthen his body, at this time, Mu Zifeng would probably not be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

"Boy, I can take the old man's palm, although I only used seven points of magic power, but you are also very good, the next palm, send you back to your hometown!" Elder Yuwen sneered and slowly raised his right palm.

"Come again!" Mu Zifeng's muscles tensed, and he quietly pinched his handprints, it seems that if he doesn't perform the insect control technique this time, I'm afraid that from now on, he will probably never have a chance to use it again.

"Who dares to break the rules of Mosa City? Get out of here!" Suddenly, there was a shout in the sky.