Mo Wuxie counted the time and found that they had spent two months and thirteen days together in Huantianling territory.
Now, he is very anxious.
According to the calculation of time, the gentle breath of his mother and lover's ten thousand-year-old jade bed has almost dried up.
Now he can only hope that the gentle breath has not dried up in advance, otherwise, everything will be irreversible.
He was extremely anxious.
Their overall speed was too slow. He thought for a moment and said: "Cousin, you come with me first, and they will go back slowly!"
After saying that, before Xiao Renfeng could speak, he was caught in front of him by his mysterious energy. Within Mo Wuxie's mysterious energy shield, against the fierce wind, in just an instant, the clan members of Qingfeng Pavilion were swept away without a trace.
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With such a fast speed, the strong wind brought up is naturally extremely powerful. However, within the mysterious energy shield, there is no sound at all.
Even so, it took them two days to reach Tianzhu Mountain in the west of Wuhun Continent.
Xiao Renfeng is a responsible guide.
They landed a hundred meters in front of Tianzhu Mountain, but what they saw in front of them was just a small village.
Basically, each house is made of earth with straw ridges, and is located in groups of three or five. There are at least two thousand households. The ground is all mud. It may have rained not long ago, and the straw ridges are still dripping with water.
, the ground is muddy.
Outside every house, there are people busy, some are lighting fires, and some are dragging stone rollers to grind the muddy ground. After a while, the ground will be clean. They are like farmers. However, everyone's clothes are different.
They were all wearing uniform blue gowns and blue skirts. Although they were working, they surprisingly didn't get a trace of mud.
The first impression you get is that of poverty, but self-sufficiency!
But is this really the case? It was easy to see from Mo Wuxie's venomous eyes that each of them had horrifying abilities. For example, the person who pulled the stone roller never touched the ground with his feet, and the stone roller also did not.
When it touched the ground, where the stone roller rolled over, a huge amount of mysterious energy suddenly passed over it, and a kind of heat energy immediately dried the ground...
Suddenly, a mist enveloped the entire village. After the mist passed, the ground was clean and tidy.
One by one, the children rushed out of their houses and took one step at a time to reach a wide open space at the end of the village.
At this time, the place had not yet been dried. The children stood inside, and the mud immediately covered their ankles, at least two hundred of them.
Each of them is in high spirits, has sharp eyes, and has a level of cultivation no less than that of a martial artist.
Suddenly, a little boy with a milky voice staggered over, still mumbling, not knowing what to say.
A man in white flew out, picked up the little boy, and said with a smile: "Baby, you are too young to practice martial arts now. Go home and eat more milk, and come back when you are strong!"
His words immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter. His white gown was very conspicuous within the clan, but it did not appear unusual at all. On the contrary, people looked at him with admiration in their eyes.
The man in white looked at all the children and shouted: "Children, listen up, you are the super warriors of the future. If you want to live and open up the world in the future, you must have a correspondingly strong physique. Now, you are all ready.
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"Ready!" all the children responded collectively.
"start!"
The man in white shouted loudly again, and all the children, regardless of gender, stood in the mud and punched, working extremely hard without any laziness. After a while, the light appeared, more than two hundred lights, connected into one, that is
A kind of hope. Undoubtedly, they are all the light of hope within the clan.
Mo Wuxie stared blankly at this bad situation and the people here, and a question came up in his mind, is this the place where his mother was born? Did her mother strengthen her body in this quagmire like a child?
He recovered from his daze in an instant, and his mood became surging. He was about to see his strange mother, whom he had never met before.
"Cousin, this is Qingfeng Pavilion. Are you surprised? It's not the palace you imagined?" Xiao Renfeng looked at the children, his eyes full of excitement, and his tone was obviously proud.
Mo Wuxie smiled bitterly and said: "This is a great feeling. It seems that I really responded to my words. The masters are among the people!"
Xiao Renfeng was stunned and said: "What my cousin said is really interesting, but it couldn't be more fitting! Physical strength is the primary goal of our Qingfeng Pavilion!"
Mo Wuxie looked at Xiao Renfeng in confusion. This guy was so weak but his body was very strong. It seemed that this was the result of these hard trainings.
"Dad, we are back!" Xiao Renfeng shouted to the man in white.
Yes, the man in white is Xiao Zhan, Mo Wuxie's uncle, who is now a Martial God.
Xiao Zhan was stunned for a moment, and his whole body was obviously experiencing severe emotional fluctuations. He immediately turned around and saw two people standing a hundred meters away.
He saw his son at first sight. His son came back, which was undoubtedly a very lucky thing.
When he saw the people next to his son, he was slightly startled, and then showed an excited look.
"Wuxie, you're finally here!"
While they were talking, Xiao Zhan had already arrived in front of them, looked Mo Wuxie up and down, and punched Mo Wuxie in the chest, making a roar.
Xiao Zhan laughed heartily and said, "Boy, you have become stronger!"
Mo Wuxie did not defend himself. He could feel that the punch had no malicious intent. On the contrary, it was Xiao Zhan's alternative form of greeting.
Now, when he looked at this uncle carefully, he felt complicated in his heart.
Xiao Zhan is dressed in white and has a bit of Mo Wuxie's appearance. He is extremely handsome and has a generous demeanor. His whole person gives people the impression that he can take the lead.
"Uncle, your punch almost knocked me to pieces!"
Xiao Zhan put a hand on his shoulder and said: "Okay, very good, what is your current level of cultivation? It should be no less than Emperor Wu!"
Xiao Renfeng grinned and said: "Dad, your cultivation is so weak. My cousin is now the God of Martial Arts. I guarantee that you won't be able to take a single move!"
Xiao Zhan was stunned again, looked at Mo Wuxie in disbelief, and praised him again and again, saying: "Awesome, awesome, really awesome, I can't see through it, I can't see through it, but you are similar to an ordinary person, nephew, you are really the God of Martial Arts
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Obviously, he couldn't believe it.
Mo Wuxie nodded and said: "I had a little chance in the Huantianling territory, and luckily I reached the Martial God!"
He admitted it himself, and Xiao Zhan took a deep breath and said, "Your opportunity is too good. I remember you were just a Martial Saint when you entered, right?"
Xiao Renfeng said: "Dad, don't be surprised. My cousin is a pervert. If you can take one of his tricks, well, I will take your surname!"
Xiao Zhan smiled and scolded: "When did you kid hurt your father so miserably? You still have my last name? You already have my last name! Are your wings stiff? Do you want me to repair you?"
Xiao Renfeng shrank her neck, waved her hands and said, "Dad, my cousin is covering me. You should get over my cousin first!"
Mo Wuxie kept smiling. Looking at the relationship between them, he knew that they were very good brothers. It seemed more appropriate to them.
Xiao Zhan couldn't help but feel itchy hands and said: "Nephew, how about we compete? Let's see if your strength is as amazing as this kid said!"