Mo Wuxian calculated the time, they spent a total of two months and thirteen days in the realm of the Phantom Heavenly Spirit this time.

Now, he was very anxious.

According to the calculation of time, the gentle breath of his mother and lover's 10,000-year-old warm jade bed was almost exhausted.

He could only hope now that the depletion of the gentle breath was not advanced, otherwise, everything would be irreparable.

He was anxious.

Their overall speed was too slow, he thought for a moment and said, "Cousin, you go with me first, and they will go back slowly!"

After speaking, without waiting for Xiao Renfeng to speak, he was caught in front of him by his Xuan Qi, and in Mo Wuxie's Xuan Qi shield, against the violent wind, just in an instant, the clansmen of Qingfeng Pavilion were thrown away without a trace.

With such a fast speed, the Gangfeng brought up is naturally extremely powerful. However, inside the Xuanqi shield, there was no sound at all.

Even so, it took them two days to reach the Western Tianzhu Mountain of the Martial Spirit Continent.

Xiao Renfeng is a responsible guide.

They landed a hundred meters in front of Tianzhu Mountain, but in front of them was just a small village.

Basically, each house is made of mud with straw roofs, and there are at least 2,000 households in groups. The ground was all muddy, probably because it had rained not long ago, and the straw roof ridge was still dripping with water droplets, and the ground was muddy.

In every house and every outside, there are people who are busy, some are lighting fires, some are dragging stones to crush the mud ground, but after a while, the ground is tidy, they are like croppers. However, everyone's clothes are uniformly blue kaftan and blue skirt. Although they were working, they were surprised that they did not get a single speck of mud.

The first impression is that they are poor, but self-sufficient!

But is this really the case? Mo Wuxie's vicious gaze can easily see that each of them has terrifying cultivation, such as pulling the stone stone, his feet have not touched the ground at all, and the stone stone has also not touched the ground, where the stone stone has rolled over, there is suddenly a huge Xuan Qi that has passed by, and a kind of heat energy immediately dries the ground......

Suddenly, the whole village was covered with a fog, and after the fog passed, the ground was clean and tidy.

One by one, the children rushed out of their houses and came to a wide open field at the end of the village.

At this time, it has not been dried. The children stood inside, and the mud immediately covered their ankles, at least two hundred.

Each of them was full of energy, his eyes were focused, and his cultivation was no less than that of a martial artist.

Suddenly, a milky little boy also staggered over, still chirping in his mouth, not knowing what to say.

A man in white flew out, picked up the little boy, and said with a smile: "Little doll, you are too young now, you can't practice martial arts yet, go home and eat more milk, and come back when you are strong!"

His words immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter. His white robe was conspicuous inside and outside the clan, but it did not look unusual at all, on the contrary, people looked at him with admiration.

The man in white looked at all the children and shouted: "Sons, listen up, you are the super soldiers of the future, if you want to live and open the world in the future, you must have a correspondingly strong physique, now, are you all ready?"

"Ready!" all the children responded.

"Let's go!"

The man in white shouted again, and all the children, both men and women, stood in the mud and punched, working extra hard, without the slightest laziness. Suddenly, the light appeared, and more than 200 lights, connected together, were a kind of hope. Undoubtedly, they are all a ray of hope within the clan.

Mo Wuxian looked at this bad environment blankly, and with the people here, a question mark appeared in his heart, is this the place where his mother was born?

His stunned mood only recovered in an instant, and his mood became surging. It's about to meet a strange mother who has never met.

"Cousin, this is Qingfeng Pavilion, are you surprised? There is no imaginary palace?" Xiao Renfeng looked at those children, his eyes were full of excitement, and his tone was obviously proud.

Mo Wuxian smiled bitterly: "This feeling is very great, it seems that it is really a sentence, the master is in the people!"

Xiao Renfeng was stunned for a moment, and said, "Cousin is really interesting to speak, but it is the most suitable! The strength of the body is the primary goal of our Qingfeng Pavilion!"

Mo Wuxian looked at Xiao Renfeng suspiciously, this guy's physique is so weak, but his body is hard and good. It seems that this is the result of all this hard work.

"Dad, we're back!" Xiao Renfeng shouted to the man in white.

Yes, the man in white is Xiao Zhan, Mo Wuxie's uncle, and now the cultivation of the Martial God.

Xiao Zhan was stunned for a moment, obviously having violent mood swings all over his body, and immediately turned around to look, only to see two people standing a hundred meters away.

The first thing he saw was his son. My son is back, which is undoubtedly a lucky thing.

When he saw the people around his son, he was slightly stunned, and then showed an excited look.

"Innocent, you're here!"

As he spoke, Xiao Zhan had already arrived in front of them, looking Mo Wuxian up and down, and punched Mo Wuxie's chest, making a boom.

Xiao Zhan laughed heartily and said, "Boy, have you become stronger!"

Mo Wuxian didn't have a defense, he could feel that there was no malice in this punch, on the contrary, it was Xiao Zhan's alternative form of greeting.

Now, when he looked at this uncle carefully, his heart was complicated.

Xiao Zhan is dressed in white, with a bit of innocent appearance, handsome and extraordinary, and a kind of broad bearing, the whole person gives people a feeling of being able to take the lead.

"Uncle, your punch almost knocked me apart!"

Xiao Zhan put one hand on his shoulder and said, "Okay, very good, what kind of cultivation are you doing now?" It should not be lower than Emperor Wu!"

Xiao Renfeng grinned and said, "Dad, your cultivation is so weak, my cousin is now a martial god, I dare to guarantee that you won't be able to take a single move!"

Xiao Zhan was stunned again, looked at Mo Wuxian incredulously, admired again and again, and said: "Amazing, amazing, really powerful, I can't see through it, I can't see through it, but it's similar to ordinary people, nephew, are you really a martial god?"

Obviously, he couldn't believe it.

Mo Wuxian nodded and said, "I have a little opportunity in the realm of the Phantom Heavenly Spirit, and I am lucky to reach the Martial God!"

He admitted it himself, Xiao Zhan gasped and said, "Your opportunity is too good, I remember that you were just a martial saint when you went in, right?"

Xiao Renfeng said: "Dad, don't be surprised, your cousin is a pervert, you have to be able to take your cousin's move, okay, I'll have your surname!"

Xiao Zhan scolded with a smile: "When did you kid damage your father so miserably? You still have my surname? You already have my surname! Your wings are stiff? Do you want me to fix you?"

Xiao Renfeng shrunk his neck, and waved his hands together: "Dad, my cousin is covering me, you can pass the cousin level first!"

Mo Wuxian kept smiling, looking at the relationship between them, he knew that it was very good, brother, it seemed to be more appropriate for them.

Xiao Zhan couldn't help but itch his hands, and said, "Nephew, how about we fight?" Let's see if your strength is as amazing as this kid said!"