Zhan Mufeng was disappointed, and said with a wry smile: "Then I really can't remember who said those words to my mother!"

Ge Shuzang also smiled bitterly and continued: "But no matter how worried the old slave is, he was still discovered by the above, and he was bombarded like this by the power of the law. The old slave thought to himself, if he didn't risk his death to meet the young master, it is estimated that he would not have a chance, and there were some words, Wu Shangying explained to the old alliance master, and he would tell the young master when the time was right!"

Then, the Pavilion Shuzang explained the words of the old alliance leader of the Wushang Ying Dynasty, and came out one by one.

However, what Zhan Mufeng never expected was that the pavilion book collection was only half full, so he suddenly coughed with affection, smiled, and stopped talking.

Zhan Mufeng thought that the Pavilion Book Collection wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, so he waited quietly.

However, after ten breaths, Zhan Mufeng found that the situation was not good, and not only did the Pavilion Shuzang stop speaking, but even his breath stopped.

Zhan Mufeng stretched out his hand and was suddenly shocked that the Pavilion Book Collection was dead.

"Old monster, Pavilion Library, wake up!" Zhan Mufeng was shocked.

However, no matter how Zhan Mufeng shouted, and even, Zhan Mufeng's dozens of thunderous breaths that were enough to bring the dead back to life dispersed, the Pavilion Book Collection still did not respond.

Zhan Mufeng burst into tears, for the Pavilion Book Collection, since the beginning of the Nine Departures Continent, he has always been very curious, along the way, every time there are difficulties and dangers, there are more or less traces of the Pavilion Book Hiding to rescue.

It is precisely because the Pavilion Book Collection violates the rules and goes to the lower realm privately that it will be punished, until this time, the lights are extinguished.

Zhan Mufeng's shouts attracted Tai Shan, Xue and the others, as well as thousands of poor and strange devouring tigers, to gather outside their Tiger King Patriarch's Pavilion Book Hiding Station.

Xue was a little apprehensive in her heart, she understood the prestige of the Tiger King Patriarch in the Poor Qi Devouring Tiger Tiger Clan, this time, the patriarch suddenly died, and there were some doubts and anger in everyone's eyes.

Zhan Mufeng saw that he couldn't save the Pavilion Book Treasure no matter what, so he slowly put him down, kowtowed to the Pavilion Book Treasure a few times, and walked out with a heavy heart.

Out of the Pavilion Book Collection, Zhan Mufeng looked at the thousands of Poor Qi Devouring Tigers outside, many of whom were above the sixth level of the Star Spirit Realm, silently said a few words to Xue and Tai, and turned around to leave.

"Son, you killed our Tiger King Patriarch, do you want to leave like this!" A sevenfold Poor Qi Devouring Tiger of the Star Spirit Realm let out a low tiger roar, and its body turned into an extremely majestic middle-aged monk.

"Second uncle, don't be rude to your master!" said Yuki and Taisan almost in unison.

"He is not our master, if he is our master, how can the patriarch of the Tiger King die inexplicably as soon as he comes!" The majestic middle-aged monk did not give up, and his cry was fierce, which attracted the blessings of many poor and devouring tigers

Although thousands of Poor Strange Devouring Tigers had not spoken, they were already glaring angrily at Zhan Mufeng.

"I didn't kill the old patriarch, and if my cultivation can kill the old patriarch, could it be that I came all the way and swaggered in, just to assassinate the old patriarch?"

"The patriarch was originally dying and seriously ill, but he just wanted to see Brother Feng, and now, the patriarch has his mind on it, how can he blame the patriarch's death on Brother Feng's head!" Xue said anxiously.

"Don't talk nonsense, take him down first!" The majestic middle-aged monk roared angrily, his body moved, and he once again transformed into a huge Poor Strange Devouring Tiger, and pounced on Zhan Mufeng.

At the moment when the majestic middle-aged monk attacked, Zhan Mufeng actually felt a trace of familiarity.

However, it is only the first time to come here, why is there such a familiar atmosphere?

The attack of lightning and stone fire came in an instant, and there was no room for Zhan Mufeng to think about it more.

Facing the attack of the huge Poor Qi Devouring Tiger, Zhan Mufeng did not move, and with one punch, a huge Void Iron Fist slammed into the huge Poor Qi Devouring Tiger attack.

In an instant, the shockwave of the shocking ground dispersed in all directions, and countless Poor Strange Devouring Tigers couldn't stand the fierceness of the shockwave, and they were shocked and flew out one after another.

The huge Void Tree was knocked down in a large area.

After the fight, Zhan Mufeng's face was gloomy and cold, and he didn't move at all.

The majestic middle-aged monk was blasted out by Zhan Mufeng's punch, and he was directly stunned and flew out.

At this moment, thousands of poor people devoured tigers, and no one dared to move.

"I've been, the death of the Tiger King Patriarch has nothing to do with me!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhan Mufeng didn't say a word and walked out silently.

The death of the Pavilion Book Collection made Zhan Mufeng unexpected, and the secret that was about to be revealed had just revealed the tip of the iceberg, but it fell into a mystery again.

Looking at Zhan Mufeng's extremely lonely figure, Xue ignored the advice of Taishan and other Tiger Clan brothers and sisters, and flew after him.

Along the way, Xue was all kinds of quirky and funny, and Zhan Mufeng was finally in a slightly better mood, and said slowly: "The death of the Tiger King, although it is not up to me, but it is also because he helped me in the lower realm, broke the rules, and was punished, hey..."

Xue retracted his expression and said: "Master, everyone has their own mission, the mission of the Tiger King Patriarch is to protect the master, and now, his mission has been completed." Xue felt that the patriarch died without regrets!"

Zhan Mufeng looked at the snow with a solemn expression, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Yours is right." As long as we find the secret key of the Dora Law of the Gate of Xuanmu and open the Gate of Xuanqi, we will have a chance to resurrect the Tiger King Patriarch!"

Return to Mu Posan's house

Di, Mu Posan's face was eager and smiling, and he didn't notice the worry in Zhan Mufeng's seemingly indifferent expression.

"Master, you can count it back, it's almost, you won't be able to catch up, you don't know, sister Tiantian, but I tried my best to hold it off!" Mu Posan said with a smile, with a look of pride and pride.

Zhan Mufeng smiled slightly and said, "Three, you guy's smile so well, there must be other good things, isn't it?"

Mu Posan smiled and said: "The best sister has been specially approved by the Lord of Dongzhuo in front of the Lord of Dongzhuo, and there is no need to compete, and the Divine Guard who entered the Divine Guard has become a cavalry captain of the Divine Machine Battalion of the Red Feather Army!"

Zhan Mufeng was stunned for a moment, then burst into a smile and said: "It seems that your family has added a sister, not only is she beautiful and fragrant, but the edge of this speech is also like a sword, no wonder you can be so prosperous in the unpredictable harem!"

"Hehe, the master praised it, praised it!" Mu Posan's face was proud, obviously, he was extremely proud of his sister.

"The Red Feather Army's Shenji Battalion! or the Captain of the Xiao Cavalry! It's really amazing!" Xue said in amazement.

"Eh, what kind of existence is the Akabane Army Shenji Battalion?" Zhan Mufeng was slightly stunned, he didn't expect this stubble, and thought it was just an ordinary army.

"Third brother, you still have to be yourself, and I don't know how to ask for a name for the master and me!" Xue Nunuzui was obviously a little annoyed that Mu Posan did not help Zhan Mufeng and herself win a place to enter the Red Feather Army Shenji Battalion without examination.

Zhan Mufeng had no interest in Mu Posan helping him fight for a place, what he wanted was to shine when the Shenwei was selected, and after that, he was appreciated by the East Pole Void Cave Lord, and then quickly approached the top, got the secret key of the Dora Law of the Gate of Xuanqi and the news of the Floating and Sinking Tomb, opened the Gate of Xuanqi, and resurrected Chu Fei'er and Ge Shuzang and others.

Mu Posan smiled and said, "Master, this Red Feather Army Divine Machine Battalion is the most elite Praetorian Guard under the command of the Dongzhuo Lord, and it is an existence like a god of death harvest on almost any battlefield, and it is extremely easy to stand out!"

Zhan Mufeng said with a smile: "Since this is the case, then I will choose the Red Feather Army Shenji Battalion tomorrow!"

Entering the martial arts realm of the palace, Zhan Mufeng saw the appearance of the Dongzhuo Lord clearly for the first time, under the yellow robe and brocade clothes, with big shoulders and round waist, heavy muscles and flesh, a wide face and a square mouth, a long beard on his face, and a resolute expression, from time to time flashed a trace of imperceptible ruthlessness and gloom.

I don't know why, the first time I saw the Lord of Dongzhuo, Zhan Mufeng actually had a feeling that the enemy was very red when he saw each other.

This feeling, Zhan Mufeng doesn't know where it started and why.

The martial arts realm is not large, it is only hundreds of thousands of steps in a radius, there is no land above the realm, and the crystal clear glittering ice picks are suspended, which can be regarded as barely having a place to stay.

Outside the martial arts realm, those who came to hear the news and wanted to enter the Divine Guard team of the Cave Zhuozhu were afraid that there would be tens of thousands of people.

The rules of selection are also extremely simple, after a simple draw, the opponent is decided, one-on-one duel, and then, then drawn, and then duel, until the last hundred remaining masters, can enter the Cave Zhuzhu Divine Guard team.

"This martial arts realm is only a few hundred thousand steps within a radius of hundreds of thousands, and eighty thousand star spirit realm powerhouses fight one-on-one, so you have to kill for a few nights, so many people, when will the competition be completed?"

Under the martial arts realm, some monks who had cultivated in the Star Spirit Realm whispered.

The Cave Lord didn't care, and with a wave of his hand, countless sticks had already appeared in front of the eighty thousand Star Spirit Realm cultivators, and they were coming again and again, without the slightest gap at all.

"Let's start!" said the Dongzhuo Lord lightly, and there was not the slightest sadness or joy between his words and expressions.

However, at this moment, to everyone's shock, after the 80,000 Star Spirit Realm cultivators entered the Martial Arts Realm, the crystal clear glittering ice picks immediately conjured into isolated worlds that were independent and close to each other.

Eighty thousand Star Spirit Realm monks, according to the number of lotteries issued by the Lord of the Cave, entered their respective fighting worlds and fought against each other.

The master of Dongzhuo sat on the platform, gulping down all kinds of unknown spiritual treasures of extremely high grade, and exchanging a few words with his henchmen from time to time.

Mu Posan's sister Mu Tiantian sat beside the master of Dongzhuo with a graceful and luxurious face, and the two flirted and scolded from time to time.

80,000 Star Spirit Realm powerhouses, the scenes of catching and fighting, all of them are in full view of the Cave Lord.

The master of Dongzhuo pointed at this for a while, looked at that for a while, and commented from time to time, and the henchmen behind him nodded and echoed.

In the first draw, Zhan Mufeng caught and fought against him, and it was a middle-aged monk who had been cultivated into a double cultivator of the Star Spirit Realm.

This middle-aged monk made a second-level judgment axe, looking at Zhan Mufeng's cultivation of only the first realm of the Star Spirit Realm and a lazy expression, his face was full of disdain.

"Son, how can you have such a good thing, hand over the psychic sword, grandpa will leave you with a whole corpse, otherwise, grandpa's judgment axe must kill you..."

It is clear that he wants to kill Zhan Mufeng on the spot with one move!

Mu Posan, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, smiled disdainfully, and said leisurely in his heart: "Hey, it's not good to mess with anyone, you want to mess with my master..."

At the moment when the middle-aged monk made a move, almost no one could see how Zhan Mufeng made a move, and the monk who was holding the Xingluo Realm double cultivation with the axe of judgment was already slashed out by Zhan Mufeng with a sword.

The judgment axe in the middle-aged monk's hand was also split in half by Zhan Mufeng's sword.

A sword, just a sword, standing tall and tall

Zhan Mufeng smiled slightly, put his sword into the sheath, and quietly watched the battle in the isolated world of the other glittering ice picks.