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Chapter 1111 Jin Guangzhen Imperial Capital

"It's the consecration of the Holy Bell. Someone has ringed the Holy Bell for twenty times!"

An old man with white beard hanging down to his abdomen, his muddy eyes wide and rounded, and he was incredibly authentic.

"Lao Wu! Go and notify the tower master, and I and the other three will go to the Holy Grass Cottage first!"

A bald old man pointed to the old man with long beards, and without waiting for the latter to answer, he hurriedly left the spiritual medicine tower with the three of them.

"Fu Yuan! You old man, as the deputy tower master, are so shameless. You really don't act like a son!"

The old man with long beard was furious, but unfortunately the old man with bald head walked too fast and had already left the spiritual medicine tower.

The old man with long beard had no choice but to inform the tower master first. This was a prescribed by the tower master before. If he did not notify him, he would have great trouble.

At the same time, all the powerful people in the imperial capital were alarmed, and they all looked at the golden light column that broke through the sky of the imperial capital with moving eyes.

"That's the direction of the Holy Grass Cottage. Could this golden column of light be emitted by the holy bell in the Holy Grass Cottage?"

"Zeng Chufa has you said that when the holy bell is ringed twenty times, a golden light will soar into the sky and shine through the entire sky! Could it be that someone rings the holy bell twenty times?"

"..." All the big men hidden in the imperial capital were alarmed. They all stood up and headed towards the Holy Forage Cottage.

The Holy Bell is the symbol of the Holy Grass Tang and a very famous treasure in the imperial capital. It has always been a lot of followers.

Since the founding of the Holy Bell, no one has ever sounded twenty times. Even the recognized peerless genius Zhuge Wusha has only sounded nineteen times, setting the highest record of the number of times the Holy Bell has hit in history.

But now, the record of the holy bell has been broken, and the strange phenomena caused by the holy bell have caused a sensation in the entire imperial capital.

At this moment, in the Holy Grassland, countless people were staring blankly at the clearing ground that had turned into ruins. The sound of rumbling bells resounded in their ears, constantly echoing, but they had turned a deaf ear and just silently looked at the back of the young man standing on the edge of the ruins on the wall.

Twenty strokes! Everyone came to their senses and suddenly realized that this mysterious young man had broken the record created by Zhuge Wusha.

After the dull silence, there was a loud noise. Everyone present was boiling, and everyone cheered involuntarily. The noise filled the entire holy cottage like a sea of ​​scattered mountains and seas.

"Just kidding! He actually rang twenty times, and Zhuge Wusha couldn't do it!"

Gongsun Sheng felt like he was choking in his throat and said to himself.

Qiu Wuji, Luo Changtian and others were completely silent, leaving only the shock in their hearts, which lasted for a long time.

At this moment, Mu Feng had a headache like a crack, covering his head with his right hand, and his face was ferocious.

After twenty hits, the spiritual pressure burst out in the holy bell was so terrifying, just like hundreds of invisible mountains covering it, crushing his soul to crush it to pieces.

"I really didn't expect that the spiritual pressure generated by this holy bell's 20th stroke would be so terrifying!"

Mu Feng murmured to himself, he felt that his consciousness is very confusing now and it is difficult to think normally.

"Mu Feng! Are you okay!"

Leng Yunting and Gu Xiyu rushed up immediately and helped Mu Feng up. They all looked at Mu Feng with concern. The servant in Qingyi followed closely behind, looking at Mu Feng with admiration.

"I'm fine! Xiyu, you and this guy will send me back! Yunting, there are enough spirit stones in this space ring. Come and buy the earth spiritual medicine I need this time. The specific quantity and spiritual medicine I have written on the prescription, and the medicine shop is in the ring!"

After Mu Feng finished giving the order, he handed the space ring to Leng Yunting. He quickly left the Shengcaotang with the help of the servant in Qingyi and Gu Xiyu.

His current state is extremely poor, and his soul seems to be about to be cracked. He must go back as soon as possible to cultivate his soul.

"Brother! What's your friend's name? And where are they planning to go?"

After Mu Feng left, Gongsun Sheng walked to Leng Yunting and asked quite politely.

Leng Yunting did not dare to neglect when he saw that it was Gongsun Sheng. After all, the latter was the number one genius of the Gongsun family, and his status and strength were far superior to him.

"His name is Mu Feng! Now he is back to the private residence of Lord Luo Ran of the Luo family! If nothing else, I will leave first!"

Leng Yunting bowed to Gongsun Sheng and followed the beautiful maid back to Building No. 5 to buy the corresponding medicinal materials.

This time, he bought spiritual medicine in the name of Mu Feng, which means that he would get a 10% discount on purchasing medicinal materials in Shengcaotang, which would save a lot of money. Thinking of this, Leng Yunting was full of excitement.

Gongsun Sheng silently looked at Leng Yunting's departure back and frowned tightly. He didn't expect that Luo Changtian and Luo Bin were right. Mu Feng was really from the Luo family, otherwise how could he go to Luo Ran's private residence?

At this moment, Qiu Wuji, Luo Changtian and others walked up one after another, and Qiu Wuji hurriedly asked, "Brother Gongsun, have you asked him?"

"I've asked! The young man's name just now was indeed Mu Feng, and the place they are going back now is Luo Ran's private residence!"

Gongsun Sheng looked at Qiu Wuji with pity.

"What?

Is it true?”

Qiu Wuji was stunned.

Luo Changtian was proud and said, "Qiu Wuji! According to the rules we set together, I won now, and you are the last one, so you can take out the bet, and Brother Gongsun doesn't have to give it!"

Qiu Wuji remained silent.

"how?

Are you going to go back on your word?”

Luo Changtian asked with a frown.

"Hmph! Within three days, I will bring all the bets to your mansion!"

Qiu Wuji snorted coldly, then turned around and left without looking back. Gongsun Sheng did not stay too much, bowed to Luo Changtian and left as well.

"Huh! It's really a turnaround. I didn't expect that in the end we still rely on this Mu Feng to win this bet!"

Luo Changtian sighed and said quite sadly.

Luo Bin nodded, his heart full of complexity. Speaking of which, Mu Feng was not for them, but they forcibly called Mu Feng a member of their Luo family.

If Mu Feng knew, they would probably lose all their faces! Just as everyone was about to leave, four figures came from afar and instantly appeared above the Holy Grass Hall.

These four figures were wearing wide black robes, floating in the wind. They looked like the four were all very old and all entered their seventies.

The leader was a bald old man with a sharp expression. His eyes were bright and he looked down at the Holy Grass Tang and said excitedly: "Who ringed the Holy Bell twenty times just now?"

Everyone looked up at the four old men in the sky. The energy and spirit emitted by these four people was too powerful, which invisibly made many people present feel that they did not dare to look directly.

"It's Master Fu Yuan, this is the deputy tower master of the Tiansha Spiritual Medicine Tower! There are three other masters of the Spiritual Medicine Tower. It's rare to see it at ordinary times, but now there are four people coming at once!"

"Someone broke the record of the holy bell. This is a big deal! How could the people in the Spiritual Medicine Tower not pay attention to it?

When the Crown Prince sounded five times, four masters came!”
Chapter completed!
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