At this time, Fenghua in the hall heard Huang Mei's words, and felt the same way, and also said: "Great Elder, Fenghua also feels that this person's bloodline cultivation is really a little low, and it is unlikely that he can go up to two hundred heavenly ladders. Although he was also a member of the Huangmei faction, he didn't dare to offend Mrs. Feng, so he said that the impossible words were unlikely.

Mrs. Feng said: "Go to the ladder, the test is talent, but not the strength of bloodline cultivation, I think this person is so young, the real strength is at least comparable to the strength of the blood pill, and the future achievements will definitely not be low." Fenghua, when you are his age, what is your strength?"

When Mrs. Feng asked Fenghua for the last time, Fenghua timidly bowed her head and avoided it. The latter just wanted to please Elder Huangmei, so that he had a good image in his heart, and he didn't think of being refuted by Mrs. Feng's words, so he was refuted speechlessly.

When everyone heard this, they felt that Mrs. Feng's words were reasonable, maybe, it was really like this, and the young man with the sword in front of him really had the possibility of two hundred levels.

Murong Jun stood in the middle of the hall, being talked about constantly, but he kept silent. I thought: "This goes to Chaobi, it doesn't seem to be good for me, even if I get the Feng family's merit points, I don't plan to stay in the Feng family, as long as Feng Yujiao's memory is restored and the news is obtained, he will naturally leave, and if he says that Chaobi won because of me, it is better to say, if he fails because of me?"

Thinking of this, Murong Jun knew that this matter must be a thankless matter, so he wanted to find an excuse to push it off. At this time, a crisp female voice came from his ear, which was the transmission of Feng Yujiao.

"Murong Jun, I haven't lost my memory. ”

This sound transmission was like a muffled thunder on the ground, and he was startled, and turned to Feng Yujiao and said, "What did you say?

Feng Yujiao nodded and said, "Yes, I know that your purpose for coming to the Feng family is nothing more than to get the news of what happened three years ago from me. ”

"Yes!" Murong Jun did not hide it.

"If you want to get the news, you will promise the Great Elder to go to the imperial capital, as for whether you can help our Feng family, naturally my father will decide it himself. ”

At this time, Murong Jun groaned again, he had three doubts in his heart, first, why did Feng Yujiao have no memory to be sealed, and second, why did she insist on going to the capital by herself? Third, even if Feng Yujiao knew the purpose of coming to the Feng family, she could always pretend not to know herself, so she could always escape, and she was afraid of her status in the Feng family, and she must not do anything.

These three doubts made him dare not easily agree to the other party, and said in his heart: "It seems that there are more strange things in this dynasty." ”

After hesitating, the people of the Yellow Eyebrows faction and the people of the Madame Feng faction all spoke one after another, each holding their own words. The Great Elder pressed his palm, and the entire hall fell silent again, and asked Murong Jun, "I don't know what Little Friend wants?" After all, you are just a guest of my Feng family, and you are not considered an internal person, so I should have asked your opinion first. ”

In fact, when the Great Elder asked this, the meaning was already decided, how could Murong Jun not hear it, if he dared to say no, I am afraid that the end would not be much better. Xin said: "I still want to refuse, but now I ...... Hmph! If it's really an old and cunning thing, it's already determined, and he deliberately asks like this. ”

I thought that as long as I got the news, I would find an opportunity to leave this place, otherwise I would be in danger in the future.

But now, it seems that this dynasty has become indispensable.

As early as when Murong Jun rescued Feng Qingqing, the Feng family had already found out the origin of the other party and knew that he was a person from a neighboring dynasty, but he would definitely not be a spy sent by the Liu Sect.

Murong Jun groaned, Feng Yujiao saw that he had not been able to do so for a long time, and said hurriedly: "Murong Jun, don't you want to know the news of Youyue? I can tell you that Youyue is now in the imperial capital. ”

This remark can be said to have touched Murong Jun's heart, and he didn't want to refuse, and said immediately: "If the Great Elder thinks that the Demon Sword has this ability, the Demon Sword will do its best to achieve victory for the Feng family." ”

Hearing this, the Great Elder nodded in agreement, and continued: "Fenghua, you take the magic sword to the capital first, and everything will be decided by the patriarch himself." He asked Murong Jun to go to the imperial capital, but it didn't mean that the latter would definitely let the patriarch choose to play.

"If you can really help the Feng family win the victory, then your reward will definitely not be less. The Great Elder added.

As soon as these words came out, there were many people who were a little envious of Murong Jun for having this opportunity. But the people of the Yellow Eyebrow faction were a little worried.

In the hall, everyone talked for a long time, except for asking Madam Feng to propose that Murong Jun appear in the second level, they couldn't get any good advice, and in the end they could only disperse hastily.

At night, with a cool breeze, Murong Jun sat in the courtyard where Keqing belonged, with a pot or two cups in front of the table.

Suddenly, he said, "Elder, come late at night, I don't know what happened?"

As soon as the voice fell, an old man with yellow eyebrows walked to the east courtyard gate, who was Huang Mei.

"Haha, the little friend of the magic sword is really smart, I think you already knew that I would come to you tonight?" Huang Mei sat down at the table, picked up the wine jug and poured a glass of wine, drank it all, and said to himself: "Good wine!"

Murong Jun said: "Elder Huangmei, let's go straight to the topic, you are looking for me, but you want me to try to make the patriarch not let me end?"

Huang Mei put down the wine glass in his hand and said: "I want to come to Xiaoyou, you are also an understanding person, if you end up, once you lose the second level, the consequences are not easy to estimate." The implication is that he doesn't believe in his abilities at all, and if he loses, his faction will be punished.

Murong Jun chuckled and said, "Could it be that this second level is not possible because of me?"

"Haha!" Huang Mei laughed, "Being able to go up to two hundred heavenly ladders means that this person can have the potential for blood spirit stage cultivation, although I admit that you have achieved something above martial arts, but martial arts is only another way after all, not the right path." And I don't think you have that potential. ”

Although the strength symbol of the Devouring Blood Pill on Murong Jun's body had already dissipated when he was cultivating the Demon Sealing Sword Technique, now ordinary people could not see that his bloodline strength was caused by devouring the Blood Pill. But Huang Mei is a senior enchantment master, and his cultivation is an enchantment, and his ability is unpredictable, but he can see a trace of Murong Jun's bloodline cultivation.

He had already guessed that his bloodline cultivation came from devouring the Blood Pill, so his cultivation potential would not need to be talked about anymore.

When martial arts is not the right way, the sword elder in the Demon Sealing Sword disagreed, and sneered: "Hmph, a little enchantment master actually dares to say that martial arts is not the right way?

Murong Jun was puzzled: "Sword Elder, you didn't have a bloodline cultivation system in that era?"

Jian Lao said: "That's not it, the bloodline cultivation system exists no matter what era it is, but in my time, I sneered at the bloodline system and thought that martial arts were the right way." ”

Murong Jun suddenly realized that the times are different, and the concepts have changed, not to mention, in this era, the powerful martial arts have been lost, even if it is the martial arts created by the powerful, it is just a change on the basis of the exercises, breaking the shackles of the bloodline, which is already different from the martial arts of the era where the sword elder is located.

It is precisely because of this that the inheritance of the three major sects is so coveted.

Huang Mei's words, Murong Jun didn't bother to refute, so he said: "What Elder Huang Mei said is extremely true, the magic sword is not an arrogant person, and he will definitely try to make the patriarch not choose me to end up at that time, please rest assured." ”

Huang Mei listened, a smile appeared on his face, and he drank the wine glass in his hand again, and said: "Xiaoyou is really an acquaintance, and when I return to the imperial capital, I will be rewarded." So saying, he got up and left the courtyard.