Lao Zhang was stunned. He was really a polite person. When did the person who came here to make waist cards say thank you to him?

Luo Yuanping took Mu Feng away and walked towards the back of the temple. He asked on the way: "Mu Feng, how did you offend the Martial Dragon?"

Mu Feng smiled slightly and said lightly: "Sir, it's just a little thing between me and the God Messenger."

"A small thing? Do he know what he wants to do with your life?" Luo Yuanping said coldly, "Don't accept the challenges of others during this period, otherwise don't blame me for not reminding you."

Mu Feng immediately reacted. This martial dragon wanted to use the hands of these geniuses in the Martial God Temple to kill him.

"Thank you for your kindness, I will pay attention." Mu Feng said lightly.

Luo Yuanping nodded. He could only remind him one sentence, but he could not stop the competition between these monks. But I think if Mu Feng disagreed, he would not force him to accept the challenge.

After walking for more than ten minutes, they finally arrived at the back of the temple. The backyard covers a vast area, and houses are lined up one by one.

"This is where you live here. Four people live in the same room and will stay here until you advance to the late stage of the sixth level of Nirvana. Other geniuses will come here one after another in the past few days."

Luo Yuanping said, and took Mu Feng to a house and opened the door. There was no one else in the house.

"There is already a person living in this room, and I came before you. You can live here. You should know that living here is one of the few people who do not need to use a contribution point."

Mu Feng nodded and bowed to thank him: "Thank you sir."

"Okay, just remember what I said. After all the new geniuses arrive, our Temple of War God will let experts come to teach you your cultivation experience, so that you can avoid detours, and don't contribute."

After saying that, Luo Yuanping left here. Mu Feng walked into the room, where there were two small beds on both sides of the north and south sides of the room. He didn't like such an environment, after all, he always practiced alone.

Living with other people is not convenient to do some things. For example, the golden book without words cannot be taken out and used casually.

But since this is the arrangement, he will live here first. At worst, he can go to the cultivation room to practice.

There were a few pieces of clothes on one of the beds, and it was obvious that someone was living there. So Mu Feng walked to a bed opposite and sat down.

In addition to four small beds, there was also a table and several stools in the room, which looked a bit simple, but Mu Feng didn't care about these things.

At this moment, a man pushed the door and walked in. His skin was dark, he looked honest and dressed very simply. After seeing Mu Feng, he smiled.

"Hello, you are living in this room too. Then we will be roommates from now on. Please take care of us." The man walked up and bowed to Mu Feng.

Mu Feng clasped his fists and returned the gift, looking a little cold.

The man smiled awkwardly and said, "By the way, what's your name? My name is Niu Cang, and it's been two days."

"Mu Feng."

"Oh." Niu Cang saw Mu Feng not talking much, and returned to his bed.

"By the way, I came from Moyun Shen District. Actually, I was a farmer before. They insisted that I had talent and took me to the qualification test. After passing the test, I came here. They said that I could eat enough here!"

Niu Cang seemed very simple, which made Mu Feng feel a little more alert.

"I'm from the Lu Yan God District." Mu Feng said lightly, "You said you haven't practiced before?"

"No, it's just that when I was a child, I met an old Taoist who taught me a way of breathing and breathing. I have always used it and my body has become much stronger." Niu Cang scratched his head.

Mu Feng felt very moved. Niu Cang probably met some master and taught a high-level mental method, which was also very lucky. The key point is that this guy seems to have no idea what.

Thinking about it, he came here in a daze, and the others tried their best but couldn't pass the qualification test. It's really a pissing comparison between people and it's so annoying.

After a long time, both of them didn't speak, and the atmosphere in the room became a little awkward. Niu Cang sat up and suggested, "Brother Mu Feng, we are fine in the room, so why not go out for a walk, after all, we have to live here for a long time."

Mu Feng thought about it and nodded and agreed. The two of them went out and walked around the backyard. In addition to the dormitory, there was another road leading to another yard.

After they walked in, they found that there were a lot of people gathering here at this time. They all looked very young, and they should be geniuses selected from various gods in the past few years.

These people gathered next to them, and in the middle was a paved site of stone slabs, which all looked extremely solid.

At this time, two people were fighting fiercely on the field, and the people next to them were cheering for the supporters and staring at them nervously.

"This is probably the competition in the temple." Mu Feng stood in the distance and looked at the two on the field, murmured. Both of them were in the mid-stage sixth level of Nirvana, and their strength was not much different, so the battle was in a stalemate.

Niu Cang looked envious and said, "They are so powerful. I don't know anything. I can plow and farm. I don't know what they asked me to do."

Mu Feng frowned, and he suddenly took action and slapped Niu Cang's chest hard.

Niu Cang seemed to subconsciously wave his hand and hit Mu Feng's hand aside.

"Oh, sorry, I'm very strong, you're not injured, are you?" he asked apologetically.

Mu Feng rubbed his numb palms and shook his head with a smile. He just tried to test it. Although he didn't use all his strength, he surpassed some cultivators of the sixth level of Nirvana based on his physical strength alone.

But unexpectedly, Niu Cang's power was even greater than that of him. This was probably a gift. Seeing his honest look, Mu Feng couldn't help but smile.

"By the way, Brother Mu Feng, who would win the two people on the field?" Niu Cang asked.

"The person on the left will win." Mu Feng said confidently.

Sure enough, shortly after he finished speaking, the monk on the left retreated step by step and was eventually shot out of the field.
Chapter completed!