As the lightning flashed, Mu Chen's figure disappeared directly into the living room. When it appeared again, it was not outside the dormitory, but came to Mo Qing's room.
As clean and neat as ever, there was a quiet fragrance everywhere, which was exactly the same as the fragrance between Mo Qing's hair. After a moment of silence, Mu Chen put a brand new piece of paper on Mo Qing's long table and used
The cup was pressed down, and then opened a curtain. Finally, he looked at the furnishings in the room nostalgic. Mu Chen picked up the holy beast order again, and with a thought, he penetrated a trace of energy into the holy beast in his hand.
During the order, a dazzling space array map suddenly appeared...
However, before Mu Chen could react at all, his big hand penetrated the white array map and grabbed Mu Chen from Mo Qing's room. Mu Chen was shocked, but no matter how hard he struggled, this hand
It was like a giant ao that made him unable to break free.
"Boy! If I move around again, I will throw you into the turbulence of space!"
Just as Mu Chen tried his best to break free, an old and familiar voice suddenly came into Mu Chen's ears. Who would it be if it were Feng Chaoming? Noticing the power of this big hand, Mu Chen was ashamed and was already in his body.
He was so heavy that he had such a terrifying power. It seemed that Feng Chaoming was indeed as powerful as the rumored one.
After a few breaths, the other side of the big hand finally entered Mu Chen's eyes. However, after the space teleportation, Mu Chen's vision would be a little dazed. After the trance, he had a pale face, sparse hair, and a hideous scar on his face.
Feng Chaoming appeared in front of Mu Chen.
But at this moment, Feng Chaoming's face was not very good. He stared at Mu Chen with a sharp eye, without saying a word. His only complete right hand was still holding Mu Chen's chest collar, as if he was afraid that Mu Chen would escape.
generally.
Mu Chen touched his nose helplessly and said ashamed, "Elder Feng, listen to my explanation."
Feng Chaoming snorted coldly when he heard this, "I just want to explain it, you guys are soaring so far. The reason for the time is either a practice or an adventure, but this is the Holy Tomb Mountain. There is definitely no adventure, it must be because of the practice.
It was delayed after encountering some reason, and I know it, needless to say. I want to ask you now, can you help me restore this palm?"
Seeing that Feng Chaoming had no intention of asking for guilt, Mu Chen nodded affirmatively and said, "Yes!"
"call!"
Feng Chaoming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his hand that grabbed Mu Chen also relaxed. Mu Chen's body fell to the ground with a squeak, making him sigh that it was so good to feel down to earth.
After falling down, Mu Chen did not immediately talk about restoring his palms, but instead sorted out the wrinkles on his chest and asked, "Elder Feng."
"Call me Mr. Feng."
"Old Feng." Mu Chen continued to ask without any hesitation, "Based on your current injury, how much strength can you exert at most?"
"Strength?" Feng Chaoming smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Now, you can barely reach the holy realm. After all, this trauma has troubled me for a long time, and it is considered a stubborn disease. I don't hide it from you. If my trauma is not going to happen in a short period of time, I will not have to do it.
If you get treatment, you may eventually fall from the state of Zun.”
As he spoke, Feng Chaoming stretched out his hands tremblingly. The lower end of his left arm was a long elbow, but he had no palms. The other hand was the right hand that was holding Mu Chen just now.
With his hands, Feng Chaoming smiled bitterly, "Speaking of it, this is really the most painful thing in my life, can you imagine it? Watching my power disappear day by day, watching everything I once had flowing over the east
, Sad! Sad! Who would have thought that I was once a strong man who coexisted with Diraka! He is the strongest sword, and I am the strongest fist! But..."
Feng Chaoming suddenly put his left arm in front of him, and his right eye flashed with a sad light, "But... the power I am proud of, my strongest left fist is no longer there... no more..."
Speaking of this, this old man, who was extremely powerful in Mu Chen's eyes, had countless legends, shed turbid tears. He remembered that Mr. Feng was called a martial madman and a god of war by Zhu Jiuqian! It is conceivable that he was against power.
The importance he said! It is no exaggeration to say that strength is the most important thing in his life! When a person loses the most important thing in his life, he may be sad, may fall, and may be
I thought about dying, but that kind of pain is only a moment. After the erosion of time and accumulation of time, this kind of pain will be replaced by another most important thing or character.
However, when a person watches the most important thing in his life disappear day by day, disappearing little by little, but he has no solution. That kind of pain is like looking at his favorite and favorite
It’s like a person being executed by Lingchi, the pain is repeated again and again, and the pain is more and more painful... It’s the pain of heart-cutting! The pain of heart-cutting that will accompany him for the rest of his life!
At this moment, Mu Chen did not look down on this old man who cried like a child, and his eyes showed deep admiration! At least, he still had the courage to live! Countless years! Until the Nine Rings Holy Land fell to one
He was still persevering in the holy realm. If Mu Chen had an inherent purpose at the beginning to rescue Feng Chaoming, then now he was willing to help him from the bottom of his heart!
Time passed, Feng Chaoming walked out of his sad mood, and his eyes at Mu Chen had become much softer, and wiped away the faint tears. Feng Chaoming smiled and said, "I'm so happy that I'm so glorious.
The hundred-year-old Lao Budhi was so embarrassed in front of a teenage baby. He was afraid that someone would laugh at him when he said it."
Mu Chen looked serious and shook his head, "This is not called embarrassment, this is called hero tears."
Mu Chen's words immediately made Feng Chaoming stunned, "Heroes' tears?"
While thinking about it, Feng Chaoming showed a hint of surprise when he looked at Mu Chen, and turned to laugh, "Hero tears! Haha! What a hero tears! I finally know why the old boy Diraka looks forward to you so much. It turns out that
So! So that's it!"
After a happy smile, Feng Chaoming's expression returned to normal, so he asked directly, "Boy, when can I help me repair this left hand? Or what kind of treasure is needed? As long as you can tell, I want to
You can get it by doing your best!"
Mu Chen smiled and said, "It's fine, it's best now. It depends on when you have more time. If it doesn't work now, I can wait here for a day or two."
When Feng Chaoming heard Mu Chen say he would wait for a day or two, he was shocked and said in a hurry, "Why wait for a day or two? I have a lot of time today, no, I have the most time today, hurry!"
After saying that, Feng Chaoming looked for a clean place in Mu Chen's shocked eyes and sat cross-legged, then asked, "What do I need to do!"
Mu Chen touched his nose helplessly and said, "No need for too many things, a sharp weapon, a container half-arm deep and one palm-width, and then there is a quiet environment."
"That's so simple?" Feng Chaoming asked in disbelief with wide eyes.
"Of course it's not that simple, otherwise why do you want me to do!" Mu Chen said angrily.
However, Feng Chaoming was particularly happy to see Mu Chen talking to him directly, "I have nothing here, but the environment is quiet and there is no sharp weapon. I have never used weapons in my life.
The weapon is my fist, but if it is a container, I don’t know if it is not possible.”
Under Mu Chen's gaze, Feng Chaoming actually found a half-arm-long bottle from somewhere. The bottle's mouth was not big, but it could also be reached into one hand. The bottle was white, but the bottle body was crystal clear.
, The most confusing thing is that the container is usually carved with auspicious beasts or simple patterns, or even nothing is depicted.
They are all carved outside the bottle, but only this white bottle is a bit strange. Its bottle pattern is not carved outside the bottle, but inside the bottle. Not only that, the pattern depicted is very strange. At first glance, it actually looks like
It is extremely messy and I can't tell what is actually being painted.
Looking at the bottom of the bottle, generally the bottom of the container has a convex surface, which is also to prevent the bottle bottom from being too flat and causing unstable placement. However, the bottom of this transparent bottle is concave, in order to lay it flat
Feng Chaoming also used his Yuanli to burst out a circular hole on the ground to succeed.
"This bottle..."
"It's very strange, right?" Feng Chaoming seemed a little proud and directly interrupted Mu Chen's words, "Don't look at me as a martial arts madman before, but I still have some preferences, such as collecting strange antiques, this is mine.
One of the collections, and the place to get it, hehe, is our Holy Sepulchre Mountain."
Mu Chen curled his lips, "It looks like that."
Feng Chaoming snorted, "You kid knows nothing! Don't look at the bottle without any fluctuations in its energy, it doesn't look like a treasure, but its birth is special. The old boy Dillaka once used it.
I didn’t even change Xianbao and I.”
Fairy treasure!! Mu Chen was finally moved. The broken star chain transformed by the Sun and Moon Fairy Spirit is the fairy treasure, also known as the Nine-Turn Immortal Soldier. But thinking of this, Mu Chen couldn't help but contempt Feng Chaoming.
How much money can this broken bottle be worth, but he even doesn't want the fairy treasure, which is a waste of resources! He is crazy!
But Mu Chen naturally wouldn't say this, and Feng Chaoming did not continue to entangle with Mu Chen on this topic, and said to Mu Chen, "Let me have a sharp weapon."
Without hesitation, Mu Chen flipped his wrist and threw the golden dagger he obtained from the arsenal of Xuanling Imperial College to Feng Chaoming.
After taking the dagger, Feng Chaoming's expression suddenly changed. He turned his attention to the line that seemed to be doodle in the center of the dagger. He roared and frowned and said, "Why does this pattern seem to be there.
Have you seen it?"
(The third update is around nine o'clock, three thousand words, make up for yesterday's one, and everyone who has the early tickets for the month should not waste it!)