In fact, it can only be said that Bai An is too bold, and it is indeed very risky to let Mu Feng cultivate the power of wind in this way.

If you are unlucky and encounter a turbulent storm, you will be torn to pieces in an instant with Mu Feng's cultivation, or you will be sent to an unknown number of thousands of miles away.

And there is also the problem of the magic element, if Mu Feng did not just stay at the edge of the turbulence layer before, but fell out directly, then it would be a big deal......

"Hmm... This is the power of the wind..."Mu Feng felt the change in the air flow in the wind, and began to understand why Bai An sent himself into the air.

Only the power of the wind can compete with the power of the wind so that Mu Feng knows how to use it.

This kind of cultivation that only gives Mu Feng a little guidance is much more clever than directly pointing out a path to Mu Feng.

This is the advantage of having a high level of cultivation to be a teacher.

If Mu Feng is still in the Shufu, he will be taken to cultivate by those Shuwei Martial Arts Schools that have already stagnated.

I don't know how many detours Mu Feng will take. It may even be one of those who have exhausted their talents.

But people who have exhausted their talents just lack opportunities, lack an opportunity to make a breakthrough in their cultivation and stimulate their potential.

There are also some masters in history who broke through in the big war and were promoted at the time of life and death.

Mu Feng spread his wings and soared like an eagle, squinting slightly, trying to use the smallest wind magic element to cause the strongest air current.

I only feel that the memory that has plagued me for more than a year has disappeared, and the wind is full of comfort.

"Let's fly like this..."Mu Feng closed his eyes and let the wind tell him the direction.

Mu Feng flew across the border and into the skies over the territory of Izumo Province.

Mu Feng still closed his eyes tightly, enjoying this cultivation comfortably, and seemed to be one with the wind.

But the people below became nervous, and more than a dozen magic schools were dispatched urgently, each using a different method to lift into the air, and the magic element in the body was running, ready to give a fatal blow at any time.

"Hehe, Lao Wang, how many years did you say that no one had invaded directly with such arrogance? ”

The person who spoke was also wearing a mask and was a member of the Izumo Kingdom Warlock Cloud Shadow Army.

However, when the situation is urgent, he will also attack as a soldier of Izumo Province.

"Don't be careless, dare to act so perversely, you must have a certain amount of self-confidence. ”

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Mu Feng didn't know anything about the dozen or so people approaching below, and devoted himself to the perception of the wind.

A huge 'retreat' in the shape of a fire suddenly appeared in mid-air, and more than a dozen art schools fell silently in their hearts.

Bai An suddenly appeared dozens of feet below Mu Feng, and with a push of his palms, a powerful, but gentle and natural wind faced Mu Feng.

Mu Feng rose in the air instead of falling, and was held up by Bai An.

"The wind is soft and wild... Reversible ...... When you are crazy, you should go along with ...... Hmm..."

Mu Feng suddenly immersed himself in the ocean of wind power and got carried away. Changing the wind magic element that emanates from oneself, you must completely merge yourself into the wind.

"Don't let me worry anywhere..."Bai An sighed helplessly, but it was not easy for a warlock to devote himself to a feeling.

So Bai An could only helplessly be the king of Tota once.

Constantly changing the direction of the wind flow, Bai An made Mu Feng almost completely in the natural wind. Sometimes crazy and sometimes soft, so that Mu Feng can fully perceive the power of natural wind.

"Ahh Holy..."

The magic yuan was exhausted, and Mu Feng didn't even notice it, and suddenly fell from a high altitude. Fortunately, Bai An, who had been waiting for a stick of incense below, grabbed Mu Feng with his hand.

"Awake?"

Bai An is a master of art, and he is very unhappy to be a labor force for a sorcerer in vain.

"Hehe, teacher, can you change your position..."

Mu Feng was held in Bai Anti's hand like a chicken, and began to fall.

"How do you feel?" Bai An is a person who has come over, and he has also entered this state, and he can gain more or less, but Mu Feng fell out of this state because of the exhaustion of the magic yuan, which can be regarded as unlucky.

"Uh... Hehehe..."Mu Feng grabbed his hair, and he didn't know what to say after thinking about it for a long time.

"I look at the trajectory of your wind magic element, what you perceive should be integrated into the wind, this is the most basic kind of perception. ”

Bai Anxin sighed infinitely with emotion, he went from a school to a technical school, and later he almost relied on himself.

If there was a sorcerer who could throw himself into the sky, it is estimated that his achievements would be much greater now.

Alas... Who let him be born at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China? It is good that there are people who can teach and learn.

"The most basic sah...?" Mu Feng was slightly disappointed, but that feeling did make him have some aftertaste.

"Hehe... What do you think?"

Originally, this kind of perception was something that warlocks would need to experience sooner or later, otherwise the power of magic magic would not be able to be used at all.

The corners of Bai An's mouth hooked up a smile slightly, and he didn't enlighten Mu Feng. Recently, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has become a little impetuous.

Mu Feng was silent, recalling the battle with Fang Jian, Liu Che and Yu Fei, all of whom gave full play to their skills.

Without the help of that purple technique, Mu Feng was nothing but physical skills, and his physical skills seemed to be so strong before he lost his memory, that is to say, for more than a year, his physical skills had barely improved.

"If it goes on like this, how can you fight with other countries..."

When Mu Feng first heard about the battle of the Young Heroes Leaderboard, he knew that it was definitely a cruel battle for warlocks from small countries like them.

Without strong magic and supernatural inheritance, no good weapons and other equipment, and no resources such as Yuan Jing to assist in cultivation, every condition is almost the most arduous cultivation.

Although it is best to create a supernatural technique, this is relative to an Izumo country that does not have many powerful supernatural inheritances.

For powerful countries and sects, they have long had a system to teach them how to modify it and become their own supernatural powers.

This is the disparity between the strong and the weak.

"It's good that there is no Shenyuan clan to participate... Huh?" Mu Feng suddenly muttered this sentence, but he didn't know why he said it.

Faintly, Mu Feng seems to have seen a magnificent competition, but he can't remember it.

"Alas, this pit daddy's brain. I can't flash something out at every turn, and your uncle won't give me a complete order..."

Mu Feng was also used to this, and all the memories of the past were fragments, which made him hate it so much.

"That's it... Let it be..."

Mu Feng once had a stubborn temper and thought about it for several days.

It was a headache, and he didn't notice a nosebleed, and in the end, it was Yang Zhu and the others who came to the door because they hadn't seen him for several days, so they found him.

"Hehe, I don't dare like that...... That's when I first entered the Shushu Mansion..."

It can be said that Mu Feng's most precious memory now is the time with the three of them.

He didn't know what had happened in the past, and he had been worried that his memories and those of the three of them would disappear for no reason.

Stunned, he drew everything that happened to the four of them on a booklet, and then in his dream, he saw that it seemed to be his father who sealed his memory, and then he was relieved.

Mu Feng always felt that something was faintly wrong, but his memory was not restored, and of course he didn't know where something was wrong.

"You go down and recover the magic yuan first, okay, come to me. Bai An threw Mu Feng in front of a tent and walked away by himself.

Quiet reflection and summarization after every cultivation or battle is something that does not need to be reminded, and warlocks should have such an awareness.

After Mu Feng saluted respectfully to Bai An's back, he entered the tent to meditate and cultivate.

No matter how pleasant and frivolous the words are, the gift of master and apprentice is still necessary, which is Mu Feng's respect for them.

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