Puff! The sharp roar, like a rolling wave, instantly hitting the depths of Mu Feng's mind, causing him to feel a splitting headache and he couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood.

"Hmph! Give me control!"

Mu Feng shouted loudly, and the massive amount of mental power was pressing on Lei Xin like mountains, completely suppressing Lei Xin.

At the same time, he even further distracted his mind and stripped away the beacon fire on the surface of Thunder Heart inch by inch.

It took Mu Feng three hours to completely peel off Fenghuo from Lei Xin.

I saw that the golden flame covering the surface of the thunder core in the Hanlong jade box was completely peeled off, and countless thunder slurry flowed the mine core, becoming sluggish, and the frequency of the beating became dull and slow.

Crazy! The blazing golden flames rushed out of the jade box, surrounding Mu Feng, constantly jumping, like a child playing happily.

Hissing! Mu Feng closed the jade box and then noticed that the three major arrays arranged around him were trembling violently, as if he could not withstand the pressure of the golden flames.

After all, beacon fire is part of the heart of beacon fire. Even if it is incomplete, its power is comparable to that of the king-level high-level spiritual fire.

After putting away the beacon fire, Mu Feng was planning to continue practicing, but the jade slip placed in his arms suddenly lit up.

Mu Feng's eyes flashed with brilliance. This jade slip was his communication method between him and Yan Yuhuan. Now it was lit up, and it seemed that Yan Yuhuan had returned to his message.

I took out the jade slip for the messaging, and there were only a few words on it: "Are you dead?

If you are not dead, come to Hanjiang Temple quickly, I will wait here!"

After reading it, Mu Feng was covered in black and almost cursed, but finally he held back! "This old guy seems to know the decisive battle between me and Zong Ming!"

Mu Feng knew that it was obviously not a coincidence that Yan Yuhuan chose Hanjiang Temple as the meeting place.

"When I ran for my life, I probably saw the message I sent to him, but he pretended not to see it! What a cunning old guy!"

Mu Feng put away the jade talisman to send a message. Although he was quite dissatisfied with Yan Yuhuan's unreliability, he also knew that the latter had given him three alchemy books of King Wu, which was the end of his kindness.

Mu Feng thought for a while and decided to go to Hanjiang Temple to meet Yan Yuhuan.

He knew that Yan Yuhuan would not send him any messages casually. Since he had sent the message, this old man should have found the new Huanglong jade.

Send a message to him to go to treatment.

"The old guy is quite efficient! I found the second Emperor Long Jade so soon!"

Mu Feng thought to himself, untie the spiritual array of the courtyard and walked out of the courtyard.

Zong Guanyu and Zong Xueling were all shocked when they learned that Mu Feng was going to Hanjiang Temple.

There are still five days left to make an appointment with Zong Ming, and Mu Feng actually passed so early.

Mu Feng casually found a reason to make excuses and politely rejected Zong Xueling's request for his fellow travelers.

He didn't want the third person to know about meeting Yan Yuhuan. Besides, Zong Xueling followed her, and Mu Feng didn't know how to arrange her.

In the end, Zong Guanyu prepared a carriage for Mu Feng, and an experienced coachman personally sent Mu Feng out of the Zong family.

Zong Xueling curled his lips, and his beautiful eyes watched the carriage leave with grievance.

Since she talked with Mu Feng last night, she herself hasn't expected that she has subconsciously cared about Mu Feng.

If she didn't care about Mu Feng, she wouldn't have proposed to go to Hanjiang Temple with Mu Feng, and wouldn't have felt wronged after being rejected by Mu Feng.

Hanjiang Temple is located outside the south gate of the royal capital, thousands of miles away.

The Hanjiang River is the largest and wide river in the Jinyan Kingdom. It starts from Beimang Mountain, flows from north to south, flows through the Jinyan Capital and major cities, and finally reaches the southern waters.

Hanjiang Temple is built on a large island in the middle and upper reaches of the Hanjiang River.

Any pilgrim who comes to worship Buddha basically needs to take a special Buddhist boat from Hanjiang Temple to enter the island.

Of course, among the many pilgrims, there are naturally many powerful martial arts practitioners, but they dare not walk in the air and climb the island.

It is very disrespectful to land on the island in this way, and there is a mysterious martial king in Hanjiang Temple.

Once, a half-step Wu King's extremely evil person came to Hanjiang Temple to burn, kill and loot.

But since entering Hanjiang Temple, this extremely evil person has never come out again and disappeared silently.

Since then, no one dared to offend Hanjiang Temple at will.

Many warriors speculate that there may be a mysterious martial king in Hanjiang Temple, otherwise how could he easily subdue the half-step martial king?

When Mu Feng arrived on the banks of Hanjiang River, the sky was already dim.

I saw that it was deserted on the banks of the river, with only a few people carrying lanterns waiting for the ships to pick them up in Hanjiang Temple.

"You go back first!"

Mu Feng walked out of the carriage, sent the coachman away, and walked towards the pilgrims ahead.

When I walked to the pier, Mu Feng realized that the Han River was indeed well-known.

This river flows rapidly and has extremely fast speeds. On the surface of the river, the rolling cold air swept across the river, like clouds and mist, lingering on the surface of the river.

Above the cold air, the waning moon sinks westward, the stars are dim, and the sad crows cry sounds faintly, making people cry.

Dong! Suddenly, a distant bell sound came from the opposite side of the Han River, breaking the tranquility around.

Mu Feng looked up and saw a faint shadow of a black-sailed boat appearing in his eyes in the cold air ahead.

At the stern of the black-sailed boat, an old man wearing a straw hat and a straw raincoat came gently on his oar.

"The moon is falling, the crows are crying and frost is everywhere in the sky, and the river maple fishing fire is facing sorrow! Haha, today the guests are here, so the old man will not worry!"

The black-sailed boat seemed slow and fast, ignoring the rapid rivers and rushed straight towards it, while the old man at the stern laughed loudly.

"Old Yan is so elegant!"

Mu Feng smiled slightly and bowed to the black-sailed boat.

The black-sailed boat was docked, and the old man in the straw raincoat raised his head, revealing his sharp eyes under the hat, and made a gesture of inviting Mu Feng.

"My friend Mu! The old man has been waiting for you for a long time, please get on the boat!"

Mu Feng nodded, stepped on the soles of his feet and landed steadily on the bow of the ship.

When Mu Feng stepped into the black-sailed boat, a handsome young man at the pier was about to step onto the boat with a beautiful maid, but was pushed back repeatedly by an invisible force.

"Two! You guys! You are not qualified to take this boat, go back!"

The old man in the straw raincoat said indifferently.

"You are so brave! I am a child of the Gu family. I came to Hanjiang Temple to worship Buddha. You didn't let me get on the boat?"

The handsome young man with red lips and white teeth was stunned at first, then he was angry that the ground was red and scolded the old man in the straw raincoat.

"The next ship in Hanjiang Temple will come soon! You are not in a hurry!"

The old man in the straw raincoat is inhumane.

"Old Yan! Anyway, you have a lot of seats in this boat, so take them along the way!"

Mu Feng said lightly.

The old man in the straw raincoat snorted coldly and said, "Since you speak, I will give you this face! Come on!"

"Thank you, this young man!"

The handsome young man gave Mu Feng a bow and took the maid to quickly step onto the black-sailed boat.
Chapter completed!