"Xueling! Our Zong family does not collect waste, please let him get out of the car!"

The woman in blue said indifferently, her eyes were so calm that there were no ripples. She didn't want to stay in the same car with a waste.

Zong Xueling said unhappily: "Sister Qiu Rou! He is too seriously injured. If you leave him behind now, wouldn't you want him to die?"

The woman in blue sneered, "A mere waste, I will die if I die! What's so pitiful!"

The woman in blue spoke without any politeness, without any concern for Mu Feng in the carriage.

For her, she didn't need to care about Mu Feng's feelings at all, just a waste and ant-like guy.

Mu Feng looked calm and did not get angry at the words of the woman in blue.

In his eyes, the woman in blue is just a clown. Why should he pay attention to such a guy who looks down on others?

"Okay! Sister Qiu Rou, I can save Mu Feng, so I won't leave him! If you say another word to drive him away, you can get out of the car!"

Zong Xueling's pretty face became colder and her tone became much more majestic.

The woman in green opened her mouth and looked at Mu Feng hatefully, but stopped talking.

"Mu Feng! Don't care, sister Qiu Rou didn't mean it either!"

Zong Xueling apologized to Mu Feng and continued, "You said that your meridians were blocked and you could not mobilize the spirit essence! So what kind of cultivation was you before you were injured?"

"The Ninth Level of Life Sea!"

Mu Feng said frankly.

Zong Xueling saved his life and was his savior. Mu Feng did not want to deceive her on this.

"It's ridiculous! There must be a limit to bragging, right?

You are only fifteen or sixteen years old, and your cultivation level is the ninth level of the sea of ​​life?"

The woman in blue couldn't help but scolded: "Do you know what the Ninth Level of Life Sea is the concept of "The Ninth Level of Life Sea"?

In the capital of Jinyan King, all the younger generations who can reach the ninth level of the Life Sea are truly famous all over the world! Who are you?"

Zong Xueling was surprised with beautiful eyes and didn't believe it very much.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he has the ninth level of the sea of ​​life. This is even more genius than the top genius in the Golden Rock King City. This is obviously impossible.

"Mu Feng! Then you should be my guard. Although my Zong family is not a first-class family in Jinyan King Capital, it is also ranked among the second-rate forces."

Zong Xueling smiled and said.

The woman in blue looked at Zong Xueling incredibly. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Mu Feng was bragging.

But Zong Xueling actually wanted to let this waste be her guard, which was crazy.

"Thank you, Miss Xueling!"

Mu Feng nodded, feeling quite grateful.

His eyes were so vicious that he could tell at a glance that Zong Xueling didn't believe what he said.

But Zong Xueling was concerned about his face and accepted him as his guard, which was to protect him in disguise.

"Miss Xueling! Since I am your guard, I will protect you well and will never let you suffer any harm!"

Mu Feng said seriously.

"Then it's a labor!"

Zong Xueling smiled slightly.

Next, Mu Feng rested in the carriage. Fortunately, he prepared a lot of healing pills in his space ring, and his body was strong.

Therefore, in just three days, Mu Feng's injury healed 30% and he could barely walk.

What moved Mu Feng was that as the eldest daughter of the Zong family, Zong Xueling took care of him with her own hands and ordered someone to change him into clean clothes.

In order to avoid suspicion, after Mu Feng recovered his ability to move, he took the initiative to walk out of the carriage and became a coachman for Zong Xueling.

Within these three days, Mu Feng learned a lot about the origin of this convoy from the conversation between Zong Xueling and the woman in green clothes.

This convoy was from the Jinyan King Du Zong family. He mobilized a group of troops to come to Xiliang Kingdom to pick up Zong Xueling back to Zong family.

The woman in the blue shirt in the carriage, named Zong Qiurou, is Zong Xueling's cousin and the daughter of the middle-aged scholar who led the team.

The middle-aged scholar named Zong Gaojun is the second master of the Zong family. His status and strength are extremely high in the Zong family and have a high prestige in the Zong family.

After learning that he had left the Kingdom of Lihuo, Mu Feng felt relieved.

In the Lihuo Kingdom, whether it is Mubei, King Wu of Zhenguo or King Wu of Qinghong of Qing Dynasty, he must be wanted to kill him, and the entire kingdom will definitely be wanted by him.

In his current state, if he still stays in the Kingdom of Lihuo, he will definitely be dead.

Mu Feng planned to hide in the Zong family first and secretly restore his strength.

If his cultivation level breaks through to the half-step Martial King and controls Fenghuo Leixin, he will directly kill back to Lihuo Kingdom.

The night gradually became deeper.

The convoy parked in a dense forest and lit a bonfire. The warriors drank in groups of three or five and had a great conversation.

Mu Feng sat cross-legged on a huge rock behind a bush.

The huge rocks here are both covered by shrubs and hidden in the darkness, and are also facing Zong Xueling's carriage.

Mu Feng practices to heal his wounds here, and will not be disturbed by others, and can always monitor the carriage's every move in case someone is unaware of Zong Xueling.

Mu Feng took out a spiritual pill from the space ring and swallowed it down, and began to try to refine the dust silk in his body.

Mu Feng took a deep breath, controlled the Wansen Bone Spirit Flame in the true blood to fuse the spiritual fire with the elements, and began to burn a dust silk on his neck.

There were hundreds of dust threads in his neck, sealing all the meridians in his neck, let alone how terrifying the number of dust threads on his body was.

Hissing! Two king-level spiritual fires kept burning the dust silk along the true blood.

What made Mu Feng's heart slightly sank was that the dust silk was extremely tough, and the two king-level spiritual fires worked together to make it softer.

About an hour later, the dust silk was finally burned to ashes by the spiritual fire, while Mu Feng was already sweating profusely.

Although his fire control technique is extremely powerful, it is extremely exhausting to control spiritual fire to refine dust silk in the meridians.

Because he needs to completely destroy the dust silk without damaging the meridians.

This requires Mu Feng to control the spiritual fire to a very meticulous level, and he cannot be distracted at all, otherwise all his previous efforts will be wasted.

"This spiritual essence..." When the dust silk in the meridians turned into ashes, Mu Feng clearly felt a surge of surging and pure spiritual essence gushing out of the dust silk, which merged into his body.

This spiritual energy was extremely pure. The moment it merged into his body, it shocked him and his spirits were refreshed.

Mu Feng instantly understood that this should be the spiritual essence left by Qiu Xiang in the dust silk.

Qiu Xiang is a high-level martial king, and his spiritual energy is much purer and stronger than that of ordinary martial kings. The silk of spiritual energy absorbed by Mu Feng is of great benefit to his cultivation.

"If I could refine all the dust silks in my body and use the spiritual essence contained in the dust silk, I should be able to break through to the half-step Martial King in one fell swoop!"

Mu Feng was secretly happy, this time it was a blessing in disguise.

I'm afraid Qiu Xiang wouldn't have thought that he had intended to seal the dust silk of Mu Feng's meridians, but it was the stepping stone that helped Mu Feng ascend to the half-step of King Wu.
Chapter completed!