The old man's eyes when he looked at Mu Feng were cold, and in this coldness, there was sharpness, as if he wanted to cut Mu Feng apart and see everything about him.

And before the old man could speak, the only woman in her twenties present, with a rather beautiful face, was already frosty, slowly walked in front of Mu Feng, and said coldly: "Who are you, did you kill my second brother?"

Mu Feng was nervous from the moment he entered the hall, and among the few people present, only the pressure on himself from the old man was the strongest, and the aura revealed invisibly was almost the same as that of the city lord of Heshan Mountain, but the original Duyi had no ill will towards him, but the old man in front of him was different.

"Cultivator of the Gods!" Mu Feng's heart was shocked, but his face was not revealed, he looked at the woman in front of him, and pretended to be anxious: "Miss Mingjian, Qi Mou just entered the Riot City today, and he hasn't even found a place to live, how can he kill someone!"

"You said you only entered Riot City today, who will prove it for you? Besides, what does it have to do with whether you kill or not?"

The woman's strong words made Mu Feng's heart cold, but his face was full of bitterness, and said: "Miss, I am a person, no one can prove it for me, but you can think about it, if I kill someone, how can I still be restrained, if it is me who kills someone, I can escape their pursuit for a while, I can escape for another time, it is impossible to wait there for them to arrest me!"

"Then why did you take the same route as the murderer, why was you the only one in that place, and besides, it might just be your expedient measure to tie your hands down, that is, let us unhunt you!"

Mu Feng smiled bitterly: "If that's the case, I really can't explain it, but I still say that, I didn't kill anyone, and I don't even know what place this is!"

The woman was about to speak, but the old man suddenly said in a cold voice, "You said that you entered the Riot City for the first time?"

"Yes!"

"What are you here for?"

Mu Feng hesitated for a moment, and then said, "The junior wants to participate in the blood trial!"

"Blood Trial!" The simple four words suddenly made everyone's eyes shrink, they lived in Riot City, how could they not know about the Blood Trial, just because they knew it too clearly, they couldn't help but gasp when they heard this word.

The Scarlet Trial is like his name, it is synonymous with blood, blood means killing, killing means death, and it is a 1 in 10 survival rate, one person lives and nine people die, only more can die, but not less.

The Scarlet Trial is for the entire continent, and there are very few people who can participate and have the courage to participate, there are countless monks in the entire continent, but the number of participants in each Scarlet Trial is only a hundred, although it is once every six months, but for such a huge base of monks, a hundred contestants is really pitiful.

The contestants of the Scarlet Trial are monks from all over the world, and each of the contestants has great confidence in themselves, they are all the best among the monks of the same level, and they are talents who can fight beyond the ranks, but the Scarlet Trial is to select more outstanding geniuses among such a group of leaders.

The people who can have the courage to participate in the blood trial are all determined people, maybe among them, some are for wealth, for status, for strength, but no matter what they are for, the only thing they have in common is that they want to stand higher and go further.

Such a group of people, whether they are insidious and cunning people, or people who are upright, have the qualifications to be respected, just because they have the courage to participate in the blood trial, and have the confidence to fight a bloody path for themselves and a bright future.

After a moment of silence, the Great Elder suddenly said to Sun Dao, "You put him in the dungeon first, and then make a decision when the Third Elder comes back!"

"Yes!" Sun Dao responded, then turned around and walked out of the hall, although Mu Feng's vitality was sealed, he could still move freely, and he reluctantly followed Sun Dao and went to the so-called dungeon.

When the two left, the middle-aged man, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke: "Father, he should not be the murderer who killed Guang'er, and his strength is indeed in the middle stage of Jindan, there is no hiding, why do we still lock him up?

The Great Elder sneered: "His strength is not hidden, it is impossible to be the murderer of Guang'er, but even so, does he think that he can easily leave if he enters our He family? That is a big mistake, since he wants a trial, the old man will let him try, the blood-colored trial has not been opened now, but there is still a life and death fight!"

Mu Feng looked at the place he was in, his face was bitter, he didn't expect that this disaster hit him, but now it's good, the residence is found, but not in a clean room, but in a dark and damp, rotten dungeon.

In the long dark passageway, there were more than a dozen stone chambers on either side that were sealed by black railings, and there was nothing in the stone chambers except for a few white bones, except for rats, of course.

In the stone rooms, not all of them are empty, there are also some people who are locked in them, all of them are ragged, looking depressed, looking at their appearance, it is not a day or two to be locked up here, when they see Mu Feng, they just glanced at it lightly, and they no longer pay attention, they know that this new unlucky ghost will not take long to become the same as themselves.

Each stone chamber is surrounded by a railing on three sides, one side is surrounded by a railing, and there is a faint light on the black railing, which can be seen at a glance that this railing has been imposed by someone to prevent anyone from destroying it.

At this time, Mu Feng's whole mind was placed in his body, investigating the foreign spiritual power that sealed his vitality, and the spiritual power that sealed his vitality, not just the vitality, but more like the spell condensed by the monk, so that he could stay in the monk's body without worrying about being assimilated.

This spiritual power is like a wall blocked in several meridians connected to the dantian, Mu Feng tried to mobilize the vitality in the dantian to impact this wall, and after trying again and again, he still couldn't shake this spiritual power wall.

At this moment, the voice of the phoenix key suddenly sounded in Mu Feng's heart: "You don't have to try, it's the spiritual power of the late Yuan Infant Cultivator, you can't rush away at all!"

"What then? Am I just here to die?"

"Come on, you could have escaped, why do you have to be caught?"

The bitterness on Mu Feng's face disappeared instantly, and he said to Feng Jian in his heart: "This is the first time I have entered Riot City, and I don't have any understanding of the situation here, and now I have to hide my identity, if I act rashly in the city, I will definitely be restrained everywhere!"

"That's why I want to get an identity for myself first, and now this identity is the He family!"

"How can you be sure that they won't kill you outright, but will leave you behind?"

"I can't be sure, but I'm sure they can't kill me, and I'm not sure if I will be used, so I will say my purpose in front of them!"

"I see, but you still have to be careful, even if they use you, they will not let you do anything, only by controlling your life and death, they will be at ease!"

Mu Feng's eyes were scorching with cold light, and his face was as cold as snow, and he said, "If you want to control my Mu Feng's life and death, they don't have this qualification yet!"

However, Mu Feng still listened to Feng Key's words in his heart, if he wanted to hide his identity, he had to take this risk, here, although there were only two enemies, the background of these two people was a behemoth, and he couldn't deal with it carelessly.

The people of the He family did not kill Mu Feng immediately, and Mu Feng did not rush to break through the shackles in his body, he had to wait for the other party to untie it for himself and replace it with another kind of shackles, another kind of shackles that can control his life and death, Mu Feng had to prepare for the upcoming crisis.

Half a month has passed since Mu Feng was imprisoned in the dungeon, and no one has come to see him, as if the people of the He family have forgotten him, but Mu Feng is not in a hurry, he believes that someone will come to take him out.

Mu Feng's peaceful waiting, finally waited for the He family to come, the person who came was no longer Sun Dao, but a black-clothed young man in the Jindan period, after the black-clothed young man entered the dungeon, he did not change color in the slightest because of the darkness and dampness here, and he did not go to see the 'prisoners' in the other stone chambers and came to Mu Feng's stone room.

The young man in black didn't speak, and after opening the black railing, he turned around and left, Mu Feng didn't have the slightest surprise on his face, and followed indifferently.

When Mu Feng stood on the hall of the He family again, everything he saw in front of him had not changed, the people were still those people, but the crying was no more, and the resentment on their faces was no longer there, looking at Mu Feng's expression, there was disdain, indifference, and a look of watching a good show.

Mu Feng saw all their expressions in his eyes, sneered in his heart, but his face remained unchanged at all, and said indifferently: "What do you want?"

The Great Elder smiled indifferently: "You are very smart, you didn't open your mouth to beg for mercy, aren't you afraid that the old man will kill you?"

Mu Feng said coldly: "If you want to kill me, you won't lock me up for half a month, let alone bring me here again!"

......The Great Elder clapped his hands appreciatively, looked at Mu Feng with a smile on his face, and said: "It is worthy of being a person who wants to participate in the blood-colored trial, no matter what the strength is, this mind is far from being comparable to ordinary people, just for your mind, the old man is not willing to kill you!"

Mu Feng was still indifferent, and he didn't show a trace of joy because of the old man's words, seeing Mu Feng's expression, the great elder was even more satisfied, and said, "The old man can not kill you, but from now on, how about doing things for my He family?"

"As one of the four major families in Riot City, my He family can give you a stage that is enough to show your talents, and your identity will also soar to the sky, no longer just a casual cultivator!"

The Great Elder's words were full of temptation, and even the others showed a hint of pride because of these words, as if they were proud of their identity.

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