Spirit Pagoda, Hall of the Spirit Craftsman Headquarters.
The spiritual craftsmen wearing broad robes and badges were doing their own thing, while many beautiful female attendants were busy entertaining the customers who came in.
The entire hall was peaceful and lively.
Li Wenshu and Sulan stood at the door of the hall, waiting anxiously.
Mu Feng has been in there for a long time and has not come out yet, which makes the two girls worried.
Boom!
Suddenly, there was a huge explosion. ??
At the back of the hall, a huge quiet room suddenly collapsed, and a terrifying snowstorm swept out of the crack.
Those who were close had no time to escape and were enveloped by the snowstorm, freezing into ice sculptures.
"What happened? Is someone causing trouble at our spiritual craftsman headquarters?"
"What on earth is this? It's obviously a flame, but why is it so cold! Run away!"
"..."
The sudden snowstorm completely broke the tranquility of the hall.
Many people who came to the pagoda to buy weapons fled in panic and left the pagoda.
Many spiritual craftsmen in the hall immediately used their spiritual fires to protect themselves, looking solemnly at the cracks deep in the hall.
boom!
A embarrassed figure flew out of the crack and fell heavily to the ground in the center of the hall, creating a huge hole.
Everyone looked intently, and when they saw this embarrassed figure clearly, they all took a deep breath.
Because, this figure is none other than the famous Master Dong Xian.
At this moment, Dong Xian's hair was disheveled and his clothes were ragged.
If you look carefully, you can see that a golden light shield appears around him a few feet away.
"Xuan level advanced defense spirit soldier? You are quite rich!"
A faint voice came from deep in the hall.
I saw a figure slowly walking out of the crack.
This is a boy of about fifteen years old, his whole body covered in a rolling snowstorm, and blue flames are dancing in the palm of his right hand.
As the boy walked, thick frost quickly formed on the ground, and the temperature in the hall dropped to a terrifying low.
Behind the young man, Gu Yiguang, Xiao Guoli, Master Yang Hong and Ji Wenshulian He hurriedly walked out, trembling all over as he walked away from Mu Feng.
Although Mu Feng's control of the ice flames did not target them, the chill emitted by it was still not something they could withstand.
Xuan Lin, on the other hand, huddled in the corner early, looking fearfully at the figure of Mu Feng not far away.
This person is so terrifying! He started to regret provoking Mu Feng!
"Master Dong Xian, what happened?"
In the hall, nearly a hundred spiritual craftsmen gathered around Dong Xian, looking doubtfully at the young man walking slowly in front of him.
"This son killed Qiu Jiuxiang and seriously injured the other seven spiritual craftsmen. He didn't take our spiritual tower seriously at all! You guys work with me to capture this son!"
Dong Xian's face turned gloomy and he roared angrily.
He was really frustrated. The Ice Flame was given to him personally 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 guy is so brave, he dares to kill people in my spiritual pagoda! Do you really think that my spiritual pagoda is empty?"
"Everyone come together! Let him see the power of our spiritual pagoda!"
"..."
Nearly a hundred spiritual craftsmen, completely inspired by Dong Xian's words, actually took action against Mu Feng.
I saw the spiritual fire all over the sky, like falling rain, blasting towards Mu Feng.
Nearly a hundred kinds of spiritual fires are activated together, and the power produced is enough to shake the world, overwhelming most Xuan-level spiritual fires.
"No, there are too many spiritual fires! Master Mu can't possibly bear it!"
Ji Wenshu's expression changed completely when he saw the group of spiritual fires blasting from the sky.
"Feng'er..."
Li Wenshu and Sulan were even more shocked.
The power of so many spiritual fires is too terrifying. No matter how powerful Mu Feng is, he will probably be severely damaged.
"Little beast, I want you to die! And it will be ugly!"
Dong Xian's eyes were red and he stared at Mu Feng. He wanted to see Mu Feng die in front of his eyes.
Nearly a hundred spiritual fires swept over in an instant, causing Mu Feng to
Where it was, the temperature soared to a terrifying level, like a blazing furnace.
Master Yang Hong's face turned pale and he sighed softly: "This boy is too impulsive. The spiritual pagoda is very powerful, and he cannot compete with it alone!"
Under the gaze of everyone, Mu Feng suddenly raised his right hand and moved his five fingers together to create a complicated seal.
Immediately afterwards, everyone saw an unforgettable scene.
I saw nearly a hundred spiritual fires stagnating one after another about half a meter away from Mu Feng.
"Stop...stop?" Gu Yiguang looked at the scene in front of him doubtfully.
Master Yang Hong, Ji Wenshu, Dong Xian and other spiritual craftsmen all took a deep breath.
They naturally understood what the scene in front of them meant.
"It's impossible for one person to control a hundred fires." Master Yang Hong almost lost his voice.
The nearly one hundred spiritual craftsmen in the hall seemed to be turned to stone, staring blankly at the spiritual fire stagnating in front of Mu Feng.
No matter how they squeezed the Fire Control Seal, the spiritual fire that belonged to them remained motionless, as if solidified.
"You are so pathetic! You dare to call yourself a spiritual craftsman even though you have such crude fire control skills. You really disgrace the title of spiritual craftsman!"
Mu Feng shook his head slightly, waved his sleeves slightly, and nearly a hundred spiritual fires shot out one after another, hitting nearly a hundred spiritual craftsmen around him.
Screams rang out one after another, and nearly a hundred spiritual craftsmen flew out one after another. Their whole bodies were ignited by spiritual fire, and they rolled on the ground in confusion.
"Dong Xian, it's your turn next!"
Mu Feng looked at Dong Xian and walked towards the latter.
Dong Xian's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but step back, looking at Mu Feng who was approaching in horror.
After witnessing the spectacle of Mu Feng controlling hundreds of fires, Dong Xian felt real fear.
He deeply felt that Mu Feng was much stronger than him in fire control, and he was no match for him.
Mu Feng stepped forward and gathered the air with his right hand. The ice flames condensed into a blue fire sword and slashed at Dong Xian's body.
Dong Xian screamed and was knocked upside down by a sword. The golden light shield around him became darker and darker.
Mu Feng's control of the ice flames has reached a level of proficiency. With one step, a blue fire sword condensed out and slashed at Dong Xian continuously.
Dong Xian was like a helpless balloon, flying around in the hall, and his screams were endless.
When Mu Feng made a big fuss at the Spirit Craftsman's Spirit Pagoda.
On a tree-lined path leading to the pagoda, two old men walked side by side.
The two old men were both wearing toga. The only difference was that the badges on their chests were of completely different types.
One of them was a thin old man with a pale face and no beard. The badge on his chest was an axe, and there were three gold lines drawn on it.
He is none other than Tan Minghui, the only heaven-level spiritual craftsman in the capital. He is also the master of the spiritual pagoda where the spiritual craftsman lives. He is respected as Master Tan Tianshi.
Another old man has white hair and a childlike face. The badge on his chest is also three gold lines, but it is not an ax symbol, but a disk symbol.
The disc represents the formation disk, which is the symbol of the spiritual formation master.
This old man with gray hair and a childlike face is the tower master of the Spiritual Formation Master Spirit Pagoda, Ye Yufan, a heaven-level spiritual formation master.
"Old man Ye, I really didn't expect you! You actually had the leisure to come to the Spirit Craftsman Spirit Pagoda with me today. I invited you many times before, but you refused!"
Tan Minghui glanced at Ye Yufan lightly and said with a serious smile.
Ye Yufan said with a smile: "Haha, old man Tan, don't think too much! I just want to catch up with you and talk about old times! The matter of asking for the Xuanjie Spiritual Fire for my granddaughter is simply a lie!"
Tan Minghui's head is full of black lines, but Old Man Ye is really thick-skinned.
Before he even asked him why he came, the old man stated his purpose blatantly, which was quite direct.
"Eh? Old man Tan, your spiritual pagoda seems to be on fire! Is it because you spiritual craftsmen have been playing with fire for a long time, and it is easy for you to play with fire and burn yourself?"
Suddenly, Ye Yufan pointed to the faintly visible spiritual pagoda in front of him with a smile and said with a smile.
Tan Minghui frowned slightly. Following Ye Yufan's line of sight, he saw billowing black smoke rising from the pagoda in front of him, and his expression changed drastically.
"Excuse me, Old Man Ye, I'll go over and take a look!"
As soon as Tan Minghui finished speaking, he turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the spiritual pagoda in front.
Ye Yufan was still smiling, but a deep light burst out from the depths of his narrowed eyes.