Since Mu Feng didn't care about it, Qin Yu naturally didn't worry about it. Picked up the good wine that Huang Mei said was mouthwash, and tasted it with joy.

Masculine teenagers, naturally irresistible to good wine. For them, drinking and pointing out the country at the same time is the most enjoyable thing.

Huang Mei didn't pay attention to the two little children who didn't have the same hair, and raised her glass to Mingyue by herself, and there seemed to be endless melancholy in her blurry eyes.

"I see that your cultivation seems to have stabilized..."Mu Feng picked up the wine jar and poured a sip of wine fiercely, then said to Qin Yu.

Mu Feng's current cultivation is high enough, so the divine eyes are bursting with purple rays all the time, and there is no longer a need to control the magic yuan and open the divine eyes intermittently as before.

Within his divine vision, the magic yuan in Qin Yu's body flowed steadily, and the brightness was uniform. It's no longer as vain as before, and the magic element is condensed and Cheng dù is different.

"Yanyue Gate allows the disciples in the sect to absorb Yuan Jing in a controlled manner, and a large blood killing phantom array is specially set up, so that we can enter it and have the feeling of fighting between life and death!"

Speaking of this, Qin Yu was really excited.

In the land of chaos, this kind of thing is not to be seen, or even heard of!

It's just that I know that absorbing Yuan Jing has a great disadvantage, but I didn't expect these sect forces to have such means to cultivate disciples.

"Phantom Array... That kind of thing shouldn't be able to completely solve this drawback..."

Mu Feng didn't think that this thing was so good, no matter how much life and death he fought, he directly relied on the cultivation obtained by absorbing Yuan Jing, after all, it was not obtained by his own cultivation, and it would still have a great impact on his body.

Unlike Mu Feng's divine technique, which dissolves the essence and blood of others through guò blood qi and his own corrosive bloodline, it is also a rapid effect, but there is no drawback.

Except for the problems such as the supernatural power brought by the rapid promotion of cultivation, which could not keep up, Mu Feng had not found any other disadvantages so far.

"Hey, hey... The little doll is so naïve!" Huang Mei's ears squirmed a few times, and she didn't want to talk to Mu Feng and them, but she couldn't bear the loneliness, so she still spoke up.

The corners of Mu Feng's mouth suddenly hooked up a wicked smile, and he didn't ask Huang Mei why he said this, but picked up the wine jar, leaned directly on a rock, and gulped the wine.

Qin Yu smiled slightly, and did the same action as Mu Feng very tacitly.

People have different personalities, and some people just can't control their mouths! If you ask him, he will be snorting and ignoring them, and he will come up on his own.

It's not that you're old, it means that your mind must be very high! At least the mind of the yellow charm in front of you is much simpler than that of Qin Yu and the others!

"Ahem... Yanyue Sect recruits so many disciples every month, and there are always some people who lack cultivation potential!

Yanyue Gate relies on encouraging these people to absorb Yuan Jing, so that Yanyue Gate will not be held back by these people!

For example, those disciples with excellent cultivation qualifications would not choose this method to increase their cultivation at all!"

In Huang Mei's words, this is actually a decision made by the top management of Yanyue Gate!

Yanyue Sect is not a good hall, and it is already very good that it does not constantly eliminate the weak by fighting like the Blood Sword Sect!

When distributing Yuan Jing, the elders who are in charge will also decide who needs to rely on Yuan Jing to improve their cultivation. So that the overall strength of Yanyue Gate will not be held back.

"Sure enough..."Mu Feng felt that it was not a good thing to absorb Yuan Jing, he had also absorbed one before.

The feeling of being uncomfortable all over his body, and the troubles that he couldn't solve for a long time, made Mu Feng decide not to absorb Yuan Jing anymore.

Mu Feng's potential has not yet reached the end, unlike Feng Wannian and Bai An, their cultivation has been stagnant for several years, and it is impossible to make any more progress without a good cultivation environment or Yuan Jing.

Qin Yu also came to his senses all of a sudden, he had just entered such a powerful force, and the elder was still his senior wife, so he was naturally full of joy, feeling that everything in Yanyue Gate was good.

But after Huang Mei said this, Qin Yu knew that he was a fan of the authorities.

The sect, in the final analysis, is just to cultivate a group of loyal and powerful warlocks to protect the sect.

It is not denied that there will be a lot of genuine sect friendship in this, but the decision made by the top level of the Yanyue Sect is still for the sake of the sect after all.

"Regardless of these, after all, our potential is not exhausted, if we really lack stamina one day, it may not be a good thing to absorb Yuan Jing to improve our cultivation. ”

Mu Feng raised the wine jar, Qin Yu was also relieved, and touched the glass with Mu Feng fiercely.

Huang Mei is worthy of being a well-known wine and meat monk in Yanyue Gate, and Mu Feng's five jars of wine have all bottomed out in less than an hour.

Mu Feng had no choice but to take out his inventory again, not because he was afraid of offending such a strange person, but even if Mu Feng didn't give it, he would rob it!

Mu Feng and the two chatted all night, Qin Yu told all the interesting things or troubles about Yanyue Gate, Mu Feng was also very curious to act as a competent listener, and the characteristics of the curious baby were revealed again.

It wasn't until the sky was bright that Qin Yu got up and prepared to leave. Because Mu Feng will have a lot to do today.

Huang Mei has long since left, whether he stays or not, it doesn't matter about Mu Feng and the others.

"Roar ......" was another roar like a dragon's roar, and this was the third time Mu Feng had heard it.

"Hehe... More punctual than a rooster crowing... You just get used to it... I'm leaving..."Qin Yu shook his head with a smile and ran towards Cold Moon Peak.

Mu Feng also turned around and returned to the East Valley, walking into a wooden house of his own.

The entire East Valley is very large, and there are thousands of large and small wooden or stone houses. This also shows the strength of Yanyue Gate.

The wooden houses of Long Xiaotian and Du Ang were all near Mufeng, and they were newly built by the Mu Yuan Warlock of Yanyue Gate.

All kinds of snoring sounds came and went in his ears, and the warlock's ears and eyes were very sensitive, Mu Feng could only helplessly block his ears with the magic yuan and fell on the bed.

"It's good to have a place to settle down after a month of traveling... After beating up those bastards who bullied Yang Zhu a few times, it's time to solve some cultivation problems..."

Mu Feng originally planned to cultivate in the Spirit Beast Mountain Range, but it was only after Yang Zhu's incident that he rushed to Yanyue Gate.

And so far, this sect doesn't seem to give Mu Feng any special feeling.

Mu Feng still prefers to be free and unrestrained. Instead of being in this Yanyue Gate, where the strong man haunts at any time, he doesn't even dare to use his magic at will.

"Death Canyon..."Mu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly thought of this Death Jedi that Qin Yu had said, even the warlocks of the Shuai Realm came back half-dead when they entered.

But the more dangerous the place, the greater the opportunity.

Mu Feng is now very short of some powerful essence blood to awaken the Immortal Emperor Statue.

This allows you to know your past and what you should do next.

Sleepless all night, Mu Feng bears the responsibility and hatred that he shouldn't have at his age, and there are too many things to consider.

On the other side, Yang Zhu, who lived in the elite valley in the center of Yanyue Gate, was also tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.

Today, he was going to recruit registered disciples with Huang Ling, but who would join his team?

He originally wanted to hug other people's thighs and join the team of some stronger elite disciples, but he couldn't pull his face.

Yang Zhu also knew that he and Huang Ling were the weakest of all the elite disciples.

Although among the elite disciples, the lowest cultivation level also has the early stage of the Shuwei Cunzài, but even if the cultivation is two small realms lower than him, it can still abuse him to death. It's just unreasonable!

"Brother Zhu..."

Huang Ling's voice sounded outside the room, and the buildings in the Elite Valley were a little luxurious, all of them were tall buildings one after another.

And Yang Zhu and Huang Ling were fortunate enough to occupy one of them alone, because no one wanted to get too close to a 'garbage' like them.

You know, although a few of them have also been excluded in the Wizardry, their strength is among the top among the warlocks in the Wizardry! Such a gap made Yang Zhu a little unacceptable.

At this moment, the two of them also deeply realized the pain of Mu Feng falling from glory to trough at the beginning.

"It's coming..."Yang Zhu hurriedly put on the door clothes of the elite disciples, looked up at the window, and it turned out that it was already dawn...

Opening the door, Yang Zhu found that Huang Ling's mood seemed to be very good, completely different from him, without the slightest depression, completely different from the appearance of the previous days.

"Let's go... Go to the East Valley..."Huang Ling happily pulled Yang Zhu's stunned arm, and only he didn't expect Mu Feng to come.

"Hey... Or... Let's not go, shall we wait for me to practice penances for a while, and then we will recruit registered disciples?"

Yang Zhu is simply crazy these days, cultivating day and night, looking for some formal disciples everywhere, and even registered disciples to fight alone.

He is not afraid of losing face or being humiliated, but he is not willing to see Huang Ling accompany him to be wronged.

He was a man, but he didn't fulfill his responsibility to protect Huang Ling, which was what made Yang Zhu crazy the most.

"Hahaha... Come on... I won't tease you... Do you think Brother Feng has really returned to the Spirit Beast Mountain Range?"

When Huang Ling saw Yang Zhu's appearance, he naturally knew that Yang Zhu was so that she would not be insulted by other people's foul words, and a warm current surged in her heart, making her smile heartily.

"Mu Feng? Didn't he say he was going back to cultivating? That bastard is already in the early stage of the art school, so we can't be looked down upon by him!"

Yang Zhu waved his fists viciously, the biggest dream in this life was to press Mu Feng and beat him!

"Well... Then leave this alone... Brother Yu is going to form a team with us, and he is waiting for us in the East Valley!"

Huang Lingqiang couldn't hold back a smile, and at the same time decided in his heart that he must not let this fool act alone in the future!

"Huh?"

Yang Zhu's mind was full of confusion, he didn't know why Huang Ling suddenly mentioned Mu Feng, and he didn't know why Qin Yu was despised together when he had nothing to do...

"Oops... Let's go, let's go!" Huang Ling didn't bother to explain so much, anyway, when the time came, he would naturally understand.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the wooden building, a group of six people came to them.

That was the group of people who had been bullying Yang Zhu, if it weren't for the fear that bullying a weak woman would be criticized, they wouldn't even let Huang Ling go.

"Yo... Are you going to do this?"

A yin and yang strange voice sounded, it was a warlock in the early stage of the art school, what he was best at was illusion and supernatural powers, and the one who beat Yang Zhu the most was this person, named Wu Si.

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