Mu Feng followed the young man through the hall and entered a very large quiet room.

In the quiet room, there are more than a dozen stone platforms, which are tilted around and there is a charred pit on the central ground.

Obviously, this quiet room had an explosion before.

In front of the quiet room, three figures stood, and the leader was a thin middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

The middle-aged man was wearing a wide robe of the spirit craftsman, with a badge in front of him and a golden pattern. He was a yellow-level spirit craftsman.

This person is the Li family worshipping Qiu Jiuxiang.

On both sides of Qiu Jiuxiang, there was a burly warrior with a strong body and a strong aura standing, staring at Mu Feng with a fierce look.

When Mu Feng saw the figure stomping under Qiu Jiuxiang's feet, his eyes were like murderous intent.

The figure under Qiu Jiuxiang's feet was nothing but Ji Wenshu.

At this moment, Ji Wenshu's whole body was charred, bloody and bloody, and his breath was even faintly dying.

"Master, I brought this waste!"

The young man walked up and said with a flattering smile at Qiu Jiuxiang.

Qiu Jiuxiang nodded and said, "It's done well!"

After saying that, his eyes fell on Mu Feng and mocked: "I just let out the wind at will, you trash is really here!"

Mu Feng looked up, looked at Ji Wenshu coldly, and said, "Qiu Jiuxiang, why do you know that Mr. Ji has something to do with me?"

Mu Feng was quite puzzled. He had just arrived in the capital, and Ji Wenshu immediately separated from him. The Li family should not find out that Mr. Ji had something to do with him.

"Thanks to me that I have a good disciple! When you first entered the capital, he happened to be nearby and recognized your group! Coincidentally, this old guy came to assess the qualification of a Huang-level spiritual craftsman, and I am the assessment officer!"

Qiu Jiuxiang continued proudly: "I just used a little trick to make this old guy fail the assessment and lose his reputation!"

Qing Young glanced at Mu Feng contemptuously and said, "Mu Feng, you should just surrender yourself! You are already in the jar now!"

Mu Feng said lightly: "This is the spiritual tower, not the Li family! Do you dare to attack me here?"

Qiu Jiuxiang laughed proudly and said, "Mu Feng, you are really right to say that you are a waste! Look around here!"

Mu Feng looked around and found that there were many weapon fragments scattered in the quiet room, several of which were yellow-level spirit soldiers.

"These weapons and spiritual weapons are all damaged by Ji Wenshu. I just want to say that you are an accomplice. Do you think the people in the spiritual tower will believe me or believe you a waste?"

Qiu Jiuxiang was confident and continued, "In the spirit tower, damaging the spirit soldiers is a serious crime! Now, it is reasonable for me to kill you and Ji Wenshu on the spot."

Ji Wenshu lay on the ground, raised his head barely, looked at Mu Feng and said, "Master Mu... Go quickly! This is... a trap!"

Bang! As soon as Ji Wenshu finished speaking, Qiu Jiuxiang stepped onto the ground with a kick.

"Remind now, it's too late! You two take down this waste!"

Qiu Jiuxiang smiled cruelly and ordered the two warriors around him.

"yes!"

The two warriors responded, took a step forward, rushed towards Mu Feng, one left and one right.

A single-color life wheel appeared in the lower abdomen of these two warriors, both of which were just the first level of life wheel cultivation.

In an instant, two warriors appeared on both sides of Mu Feng, punched out, pointed directly at Mu Feng's temple, and even attacked him directly.

Mu Feng spread his hands, one left and one right, easily pinching the fists of the two warriors in his hands.

"What's going on with this guy?

What a big deal!”

The faces of the two warriors changed drastically. Their fists were pinched firmly by Mu Feng, and they could not move at all.

"Qiu Jiuxiang, you probably don't know yet. I am no longer the same as before, right??!"

Mu Feng slowly raised his head, and a terrifying aura erupted from his whole body, instantly spreading to the entire quiet room.

In an instant, the pressure in the static chamber increased sharply, and the dust scattered on the ground slowly scattered.

"You... your cultivation..." Qiu Jiuxiang's pupils shrank slightly, and he stared at Mu Feng's lower abdomen.

There, a four-color life wheel appeared.

Bang! Mu Feng threw his hands suddenly, and the two warriors who were grabbed by Mu Feng fell heavily to the ground, and the sound of bones shattered all over his body.

When Mu Feng let go of his hands, the two warriors were completely lost and were thrown to death.

Punch! Punch! Punch! Punch! Mu Feng stepped forward like a beast in the wilderness, slowly approaching Qiu Jiuxiang.

Mu Feng's momentum was getting more and more terrifying, crushing on Qiu Jiuxiang like a mountain, pressing him down to kneel on the ground in one fell swoop.

"You are obviously a waste with no cultivation, why... why are you so powerful?"

Qiu Jiuxiang roared to the sky, his eyes were red, and suddenly a blazing red flame gushed out of his body.

"Is this guy really that waste Mu Feng?

Why is it so powerful?

He actually forced the master to use the Red Lotus Fire!"

The young man was so scared that he hugged in the corner and looked at the scene in front of him with trembling trembling.

The red flames surged out, turning into a burning fire lotus in the air, and blasted towards Mu Feng.

The moment the red lotus flame fell on Mu Feng, the latter just stretched out his right hand and grabbed it gently.

The red lotus flame shrank to the size of a palm, quietly floating on Mu Feng's palm, like a obedient little sheep.

"impossible?

My red lotus fire was actually subdued by him?"

Qiu Jiuxiang was so scared that his face turned pale.

Spiritual fire is the source of power of the spirit craftsman. If the spirit fire is lost, the spirit craftsman is equivalent to half-waste.

Mu Feng deprived Qiu Jiuxiang of his spiritual fire, which was equivalent to depriving Qiu Jiuxiang of his identity as a spiritual craftsman.

"Old guy, you shouldn't have been, you shouldn't have been provoked by me! Since you have been provoked, then die!"

Mu Feng grabbed the Honglianhuo in his right palm and pressed it on Qiu Jiuxiang's head.

"Ah! Ah! Ah..." Qiu Jiuxiang let out a shrill scream, and the sound of flesh and blood burning seemed so harsh in the quiet room.

After a while, the screams came to an abrupt end, and Qiu Jiuxiang was completely burned to death by the Honglian Fire.

"Kill...kill!"

After Qiu Jiuxiang was burned to death, the young man had already arrived at the door of the quiet room and ran away without looking back.

Mu Feng ignored the young man, but squatted down to check Ji Wenshu's injuries.

Ji Wenshu was seriously injured, his whole body was covered in scars, and the explosion caused by the failed refining tool also hurt his internal organs.

"Old Ji, you can take this spiritual pill first!"

Mu Feng helped Ji Wenshu up and took out a Spirit-Concentrated Blood Pill from the space ring.

After swallowing the pill, Ji Wenshu's injuries eased a lot and his consciousness became clear.

"Master Mu, I have implicated you this time! I'm sorry!"

After Ji Wenshu noticed Qiu Jiuxiang's body, he whispered with guilt on his face.

Mu Feng patted Ji Wenshu and said gently: "Qiu Jiuxiang came for me. Speaking of which, I must have implicated you!"
Chapter completed!