Li Mufeng looked back at his four guardians and said: "The new year is here, and you should also make a breakthrough. If you can't break through to the heavenly realm within two months, you just wait to be punished!"

In fact, Li Mufeng didn't tell them that after the black energy from his body was forced out, he quickly broke through the heavenly realm and entered the ninth level of the emperor.

Only the great elder knows about this matter.

Moreover, after he entered several emperor levels, he had discussions with the great elder, and his cultivation level was slightly better than that of the great elder.

The Great Elder was very pleased and praised him repeatedly: He is indeed the Dragon Commander who protects the country!

In fact, it was precisely because of this that he officially joined the War Department and became the Great Xia Kingdom's Dragon Commander!

All this was successful, Li Mufeng entered the ninth level of the Emperor.

The so-called treasure map will always remain a secret!

The Western Region War Department and the Great Xia War Department will always be friendly countries. In this way, Daxia State's backing is not only the Black Iron Army, but also the strongest Western Region War Department. Who dares to make a surprise attack? Seek death!

"There is a dragon in Li Mufeng far away..."

Li Mufeng lay exhausted in his dilapidated hut. There was a dilapidated and faded repeater placed above the young man's head. After the song ended, Li Mufeng had already fallen asleep, and an old man's lament came out of the repeater.

"Oh, it's been a long time for more than ten years. Young Master, it's time for us to go back..."

In a garbage dump in a certain city, a teenage boy was working hard inside. What kind of job? Of course it was rag picking. An orphan who was raised by an old man who picked rags had no choice but to inherit this industry because he had no money or power.

The weather in September is still very hot, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, but there is no crisp autumn air, only the fiery sun is baking the earth.

The young man was dirty, wearing a shabby hat that was better than nothing. The black sweat on his face snaked down his chin and dripped onto the garbage on the floor.

Wearing a rubber glove on his hand, he also held an iron rod and skillfully rummaged through the garbage.

"Hey, what is this?" The young man found an unknown brand of repeater from a pile of garbage, and picked it up curiously. The repeater was as big as an adult's hand, and the original color could no longer be seen.

, I can only roughly infer that it is cyan, and there is a mighty dragon engraved on the back of the repeater. The image of this dragon is a bit strange, and the boy took one look and it was deeply imprinted in his mind.

The boy pressed the button casually, and a squeaking sound came from inside, "Yes, it can still be used, keep it for later."

After sorting out the garbage, the boy pushed a broken tricycle. He sold almost a cart full of scraps for only a dozen yuan.

"With prices soaring, how can the scrap collector reduce prices?" The young man held the thin note in his hand and shook his head helplessly.

Returning to the shabby little house where he lived, the boy ate the leftover meal from yesterday's lunch and lay on a simple bed to rest. Thinking of the repeater, he took it out and pressed the switch. After a few squeaking noises,

, a song came from the song, "Li Mufeng has a dragon in the distance..."

The young man curled his lips when he heard the word Li Mufeng. His name was Li Mufeng, and he didn't know why the old man who adopted him gave himself such a strange name.
Chapter completed!