To the northwest of the city lord's palace, in front of a stone gate about ten feet high.
"This stone door leads to the depths of the underground, and inside is the treasure house of our city lord's palace."
Feng Xinglan pointed at Shimen and introduced with a smile.
Mu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. As soon as he arrived here, he felt several powerful auras.
These auras are no weaker than Huai Lao, and are even stronger.
The City Lord's Mansion is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon!
Feng Xinglan took off the jade finger on his right thumb and lightly pressed the groove on the left side of the stone door.
Bang! .??.
The sound of the mechanism turning was heard, and the stone door slowly opened to both sides, revealing a deep passage.
"Little friend Mu, come with me!"
Feng Xinglan said, taking the lead in entering the passage.
As soon as Mu Feng stepped out with his right foot, Concubine Feng Luo, who was next to him, stepped in front of Mu Feng and snorted deliberately.
Mu Feng shook his head and laughed. This little girl was still in a mood.
After a while, the three of them arrived at the underground treasure house, where torches were lit and the lights were bright.
The treasure house covers an area of several hundred square meters and is lined with mahogany cabinets.
Different cabinets are filled with different things, including martial arts secrets, various medicinal materials, weapons, etc.
""Dragon and Tiger Fist", "Flicking Finger Sword Technique"..."
Mu Feng browsed around casually and was shocked to find that among the martial arts and mental techniques stored in the cabinet, the worst ones were at the lifeline level, and there were quite a few that were at the lifeline level.
In the innermost cabinet, Mu Feng saw a secret book stored separately.
"The "Three Yang Heart Sutra" is the most top-notch mental method in our house."
Feng Xinglan saw Mu Feng looking at the secret book on the innermost cabinet and couldn't help introducing it proudly.
"Three Yang Heart Sutra" is the middle level heart method of the Wheel of Life, which is the strong foundation of their Feng family.
"This mental method is very ordinary and incomplete!"
Mu Feng casually flipped through it and discovered the problem of the "Three Yang Heart Sutra", which was unreasonable.
Feng Xinglan was quite unhappy and said:
"Little friend Mu, don't say this nonsense! The "Three Yang Heart Sutra" is the mental method passed down from our Feng family's ancestors. All generations of family heads have practiced it, and there have never been any problems."
Mu Feng said nonchalantly: "There are very few defects in this mental method, but it is extremely crucial! This method can also be practiced, but the disadvantage is that it is easy to go crazy."
Mu Feng looked at Feng Xinglan and continued : "If my guess is correct, none of the previous heads of the Feng family have been able to survive the third level of the Wheel of Life!"
Feng Xinglan was shocked and looked at Mu Feng in disbelief.
As Mu Feng said, all family heads in the past generations have practiced the "Three Yang Heart Sutra".
Although the progress is very fast, it has a fatal flaw, that is, no one has ever surpassed the third level of Fate Wheel Realm.
Before, he didn't think there was a problem.
Now, when Mu Feng mentioned it like this, he immediately felt something was wrong.
"Little friend Mu, do you have a solution?"
Feng Xinglan bent down and bowed, humbly asking for advice.
"Complete the "Three Yang Heart Sutra"!" Mu Feng said calmly.
Feng Xinglan smiled bitterly, feeling a little disappointed.
Mu Feng's method was equivalent to not saying anything.
If they had the ability to complete this mental method, I am afraid that the family heads of the past generations would not stop there.
Mu Feng ignored the disappointed Feng Xinglan and continued browsing the nearby cabinets.
With his rich martial arts experience in his previous life, he is naturally capable of completing the "Three Yang Heart Sutra".
But he had no obligation to do so. After all, he and the City Lord's Mansion had already cleared everything up, and the City Lord's Mansion even made a profit.
Thinking of this, Mu Feng glanced at Concubine Feng Luo, who was still sulking.
If his prediction is correct, Concubine Feng Luo will regain her complete spirit, awaken her extraordinary bloodline, and reach the sky in one step.
"Huh? This is..."
Suddenly, Mu Feng stopped in front of a cabinet.
This cabinet is filled with weapons such as swords, guns, swords, and halberds, all of which are extremely sharp and cold.
His gaze fell on the bottom layer, a sword embryo with a dark and irregular surface.
"This is the sword embryo left by the ancestors of the Feng family. It is extremely hard and difficult to smelt. It has not been able to be made into a weapon to this day."
Feng Xinglan came over and introduced the origin of the sword embryo.
Successive heads of the Feng family have tried many methods, but none have been able to successfully attack him.
If this object had not been left behind by our ancestors, I am afraid that the Feng family would have discarded this sword embryo long ago.
"I want this sword embryo!" Mu Feng said calmly.
Feng Xinglan's face changed slightly, and he advised: "Little friend Mu, this sword embryo is not only hard, but it is not sharp at all! Its power is not as powerful as an ordinary sword."
Mu Feng looked calm and said: "In your eyes, this sword embryo is a waste; but in my eyes, its value is comparable to the entire treasure house."
Having said this, Mu Feng bit off his right index finger and lightly wiped it on the dark surface of the sword embryo.
The sword embryo seemed to be spiritual, with its irregular surface squirming and sucking the blood from the sword.
Suddenly, the sword embryo bloomed with bright red light, and a dull roar came from the depths of the red light.
"This is……"
Feng Xinglan and Feng Luofei discovered a surprising scene.
In front of Mu Feng, on top of the sword embryo, the phantom of a strange beast about ten feet in size appeared in the air.
The strange beast looks like a leopard, its body is blood red, its huge head is lowered, looking down at Mu Feng.
Mu Feng put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, and their eyes met.
"Submit to me, and I can restore you to your former glory!"
Mu Feng whispered the words softly, and they exploded in the ground like thunder, with a mighty sound and endless echoes.
Roar!
The blood leopard looked up to the sky and roared, turned into a streak of blood, and returned to the sword embryo.
The sword embryo seemed to be alive, floating in the sky and surrounding Mu Feng like an intimate pet.
"I name you 'Blood-Sealed Throat'! From now on, you will follow me. Whenever you encounter an enemy, you will bleed and seal your throat with one sword."
Mu Feng gently stroked the body of the sword embryo, and slowly spoke, each word sounding like thunder, deafening.
Roar!
The sword embryo suddenly burst out with endless blood and let out an excited roar.
It obviously liked the name given by Mu Feng very much.
"Spirit soldiers?"
Feng Xinglan's lips moved and he asked in confusion.
Spirit weapons, as the name suggests, are weapons containing spirituality and are much more powerful than ordinary weapons.
Looking at the entire Canglan Kingdom, the number of spiritual soldiers is only a handful.
Feng Xinglan didn't expect that there was a spiritual weapon hidden in the treasure house of their city lord's palace, but he didn't know it for so many years.
"To be more precise, this spiritual weapon is still a semi-finished product! Since it has no attack, its power is limited!"
Mu Feng said, bending his right hand Pointing his finger, the sword embryo suddenly shot out and hit the wall next to him.
There was just a bang as the sword embryo bounced back, leaving only a very shallow mark on the wall.
Feng Xinglan breathed a sigh of relief. Although his heart still hurt, he could still accept it.
If this spiritual weapon was a finished product, he might be shameless and ask for it back. After all, the spiritual weapon was too precious.
But the sword embryo was only a semi-finished product, and the spirit inside recognized Mu Feng as its master, so he gave up the idea.
"City Lord Feng, give me this sword embryo, I don't want the other two!"
Mu Feng looked at Feng Xinglan, waiting for the latter's reply.
Feng Xinglan concealed the pain in her heart and pretended to be generous: "Since little friend Mu likes this sword embryo so much, just take it!"
"Thank you!" Mu Feng said, cupping his fists.
Next, Feng Xinglan collected all the spiritual stones and medicinal materials that were over fifty years old in the treasure house as agreed, and gave them to Mu Feng.
Mu Feng took inventory and found that there were twenty-three spiritual stones, all of which were low-level spiritual stones.
Spiritual stones are divided into four levels: low-level, intermediate-level, high-level and super-level.
In Tongyang City, low-level spiritual stones are also extremely rare.
Feng Xinglan was able to produce twenty-three low-level spiritual stones, which was indeed a sign of sincerity.
There are five medicinal plants in total, including three 50-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and two 70-year-old ginseng.
After putting away the spiritual stones and medicinal materials, Feng Xinglan and Feng Luo Fei sent Mu Feng to the door of the city lord's mansion.
"If you have time in the past two days, you can come to Qingyang Inn to find me!" Mu Feng suddenly said.
"Why?" Concubine Feng Luo asked doubtfully.
"I can complete the "Three Yang Heart Sutra"; I can help you awaken the bloodline hidden in your body."
After Mu Feng finished speaking, he drifted away.
The reason why he did this was to repay Jian Fei's favor.
Although this sword embryo is a semi-finished product, its inner spirit is not simple. If it were a finished product, it would definitely not be an ordinary spiritual weapon.
It took a long time for Feng Xinglan and Feng Luo to come back to their senses, but Mu Feng had already disappeared.
"Help me awaken my bloodline and complete the "Three Yang Heart Sutra"? Is this guy talking big words?" Concubine Feng Luo murmured to herself.
Feng Xinglan's eyes were full of thought, with a sparkle in his eyes.