Spirit Tower, Spiritual Craftsman Headquarters Hall.

The spirit craftsmen wearing wide robes and badges were all their own ways, and many beautiful waiters were busy entertaining customers.

The entire hall was peaceful and lively.

Li Wenshu and Su Lan stood at the door of the hall, waiting anxiously.

Mu Feng has been in for a long time and has not come out yet, which has made the two women very worried.

Boom! Suddenly, a huge explosion started.

I saw a huge quiet room collapsed behind the hall, and a terrifying snowstorm swept out from the cracks.

People who are close to you have no time to hide, are covered by snowstorms and frozen into ice sculptures.

“What happened?

Is there someone making trouble at our spiritual craftsman headquarters?”

“What the hell is this?

It’s obviously a flame, how could it be so cold! Escape quickly!"

"..." The sudden snowstorm completely broke the tranquility of the hall.

Many people who came to the spiritual tower to buy weapons fled in panic and left the spiritual tower.

Many spirit craftsmen in the hall sacrificed their spiritual fire as soon as possible, protecting themselves, and stared at the cracks deep in the hall with serious eyes.

Bang! A embarrassed figure flew backwards from the crack, fell heavily on the ground in the center of the hall, and broke out a huge hole.

Everyone looked closely, and when they saw this embarrassed figure clearly, they all took a breath of cold air.

Because this figure is nothing but the famous Master Dong Xian.

At this moment, Dong Xian was disheveled and his hair was ragged.

If you look closely, you will find that a golden light shield appeared several feet away from his body.

"The Xuan-level high-defensive spirit soldier?

You are quite rich!"

A faint voice came from the depths of the hall.

I saw a figure slowly walking out of the crack.

This is a teenager about fifteen years old, covered in a rolling snowstorm, and blue flames leaped in the palm of his right hand.

As the boy walked, thick frost quickly condensed on the ground, and the temperature in the hall dropped to a terrifying low point.

Behind the young man, Gu Yiguang, Xiao Guoli, Master Yang Hong and Ji Wenshu hurriedly walked out and shivered away from Mu Feng.

Although Mu Feng controlled the ice flame and did not target them, the chill that it evaporated was still beyond their ability to withstand.

Xuan Lin curled up in the corner early, looking at Mu Feng's figure not far away with fear.

This person is so terrifying! He began to regret provoking Mu Feng! "Master Dong Xian, what happened?"

In the hall, nearly a hundred spiritual craftsmen gathered beside Dong Xian, looking at the boy walking slowly forward with confusion.

"This son killed Qiu Jiuxiang and severely injured the other seven spirit craftsmen. He did not take our spiritual tower seriously at all! You and I will take this son together!"

Dong Xian's face was gloomy and he roared angrily.

He was so frustrated that Han Bingyan was personally given to him by his master Tan Minghui, and it was his most precious thing.

Now, it was taken away by Mu Feng, which made Dong Xian almost lose his mind.

"What?

This boy is so brave that he dares to kill people in my spiritual tower! Is there no one in my spiritual tower really bullying me?"

"Everyone go up together! Let him see the power of our spiritual tower!"

"..." Nearly a hundred spiritual craftsmen were completely inspired by Dong Xian's words and attacked Mu Feng one after another.

I saw the spiritual fires in the sky storm at Mu Feng like falling rain.

The combined activation of nearly a hundred kinds of spiritual fires produces enough power to shock the world and surpass most mysterious spiritual fires.

"No, there is too much spiritual fire! Master Mu cannot withstand it!"

Ji Wenshu's face changed completely when he saw the group of spiritual fires that were bombarded in the sky.

"Feng'er..." Li Wenshu and Su Lan were even more shocked.

The power of so many spiritual fires is so terrifying. No matter how powerful Mu Feng is, he may have to be severely injured.

"Little beast, I want you to die! And it's ugly to die!"

Dong Xian's eyes were red and he stared at Mu Feng. He wanted to watch Mu Feng die before him with his own eyes.

Nearly a hundred spiritual fires rushed over in an instant, causing the temperature of Mu Feng to soar to a terrifying level, like a burning fire.

Master Yang Hong's face turned slightly pale and sighed: "This boy is too impulsive. The spiritual tower is very powerful, and he can't compete with it alone!"

In front of everyone, Mu Feng suddenly raised his right hand, moved his five fingers, and pinched the complicated seal.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw an unforgettable scene in this life.

I saw that nearly a hundred spiritual fires were about half a meter away from Mu Feng, and they all stopped one after another.

"Stop...stop?"

Gu Yiguang looked at the scene in front of him in confusion.

Master Yanghong, Ji Wenshu, Dong Xian and other groups of spiritual craftsmen took a breath.

They naturally understood what the scene in front of them meant.

"One person controls hundreds of fires, this is impossible."

Master Yanghong almost lost his voice.

The nearly a hundred spiritual craftsmen in the hall seemed to be petrified, staring blankly at the spirit fire that was stagnant in front of Mu Feng.

No matter how they pinch the fire control seal technique, the spiritual fires that belong to them remained motionless, as if solidified.

"You are so sad! You are so cruel to control fire and dare to call yourself a spirit craftsman. It is really embarrassing the title of spirit craftsman!"

Mu Feng shook his head gently, waved his sleeves gently, and nearly a hundred spiritual fires shot out and hit the nearly a hundred spiritual craftsmen around him.

Screams rang out, and nearly a hundred spiritual craftsmen flew backwards, their bodies ignited by spiritual fire, and rolled in a mess on the ground.

"Dong Xian, it's your turn next!"

Mu Feng looked at Dong Xian and walked towards the latter.

Dong Xian's face changed drastically, and he couldn't help but retreat, looking at Mu Feng who was walking towards him in horror.

After seeing the wonder of Mu Feng controlling the hundred fires, Dong Xian felt real fear.

He deeply felt that Mu Feng was much stronger than him in his ability to control fire, and he was no match for him at all.

Mu Feng stepped forward, and as soon as his right hand closed, the ice flame condensed into a blue fire sword and slashed at Dong Xian.

Dong Xian screamed and was slashed back by a sword, and the golden light shield around him became more and more dimming.

Mu Feng's control of Han Bingyan reached the point of perfection, and a series of dark blue fire swords condensed out and continued to slash towards Dong Xian.

Dong Xianru helpless balloons flew around the hall, and his shrill screams continued.

When Mu Feng made a big fuss about the Spirit Craftsman Spirit Tower.

On a tree-lined path leading to the spiritual tower, two old men walked side by side.

Both old men were wearing wide robes. The only difference was that their breasts were completely different.

One of the thin old men had a white face and no beard. The badge on his chest was an axe logo and three gold patterns were painted.

He is Tan Minghui, the only heavenly spiritual craftsman in the capital, and is also the owner of the spiritual craftsman's spiritual craftsman, and is respected as Tan Tianshi.

Another old man had a childish face, and the badge on his chest was also made of three golden patterns, but it was not an axe logo, but a disc logo.

The disc represents the array plate, which is the symbol of the spiritual array master.

This old man with a long hair and a young face is the tower master of the spiritual formation master and the heavenly spiritual formation master Ye Yufan.

"Old man Ye, I really didn't expect! You actually have the leisure to come to the Spirit Craftsman Spirit Tower with me today. I invited you many times before, but you refused!"

Tan Minghui glanced at Ye Yufan indifferently and said seriously.

Ye Yufan smiled and said, "Haha, Old Man Tan, don't think too much! I just want to talk to you about the past! I'm asking for the Xuan-level Spiritual Fire for my granddaughter, it's simply a fiction!"

Tan Minghui was covered in black, and this old man Ye was really thick-skinned.

Before he could ask him about his purpose, the old man blatantly expressed his purpose, which was really straightforward.

“Huh?

Old Man Tan, your spiritual tower seems to be on fire! Is it easy for you spiritual craftsmen to play with fire after playing with fire for a long time? How can you burn yourself?"

Suddenly, Ye Yufan pointed to the vaguely visible spiritual tower in front of him and teased.

Tan Minghui frowned slightly, followed Ye Yufan's gaze and saw the rolling black smoke rising from the spiritual tower in front of him, and his face changed drastically.

"Old man Ye is out of company, I'll go over and take a look!"

As soon as Tan Minghui finished speaking, he turned into a afterimage and rushed towards the spiritual tower ahead.
Chapter completed!