For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire boat became cold.
Yu Feihong stared at Mu Feng, the coldness in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and the temperature of the boat also dropped sharply.
Many people on the first and second floors of Huafang felt the coldness, holding their arms and shivering.
Yunyun and Xiao Sang were frightened and looked at the increasingly indifferent Yu Feihong with fear.
They were afraid that Yu Feihong would take action against Mu Feng.
"Why is King Yu Wu so nervous? Is there something wrong with the question I asked?"
Mu Feng sat calmly opposite Yu Feihong, took the wine bottle, poured himself a glass, and raised his hand to Yu Feihong.
Yu Feihong's eyes flickered, all the coldness on his body subsided, and he smiled lightly: "That's not the case! It's just that I am curious about why Li Xiaoyou is so interested in this person?"
Mu Feng said calmly: "What I am really interested in is actually the Nine Swords Martial King! But later I learned that the Nine Swords Martial King was defeated at the hands of this person, so I also developed a strong interest in this person!"
"Of course, if King Yu Wu is unwilling to disclose it, I won't ask any more questions!"
Yu Feihong took a deep look at Mu Feng, smiled, and said, "This is not a secret. What's the harm in telling Xiaoyou Li?"
The corners of Mu Feng's lips curled up slightly and he said, "Then I'll listen attentively!"
"This man's name is Mu Qingcang. He comes from the Holy Dynasty and has a great background! Moreover, his talent is even higher than yours. He was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he had already entered the realm of the King of Martial Arts and realized the power of two artistic conceptions.
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Yu Feihong slowly narrated. When he mentioned this person, there was a deep look of fear in his eyes, and he was obviously very afraid of this person.
"Oh? So powerful, no wonder he can kill the Nine Swords Martial King!" Mu Feng said with twinkling eyes.
"That's right! Only the powerful forces of the Holy Dynasty can cultivate such extraordinary talents. We, Li Fire Kingdom, can't even compare!" Yu Feihong sighed softly. "Does King Yu Wu know which force of the Holy Dynasty Mu Qingcang comes from?" Mu Feng asked curiously.
"Mu Qingcang's origin is mysterious. I only know that he is from the Holy Dynasty, but I don't know which force he is from!" Yu Feihong shook his head.
Mu Feng narrowed his eyes, knowing that Yu Feihong must have lied.
If Yu Feihong didn't know Mu Qingcang's general background, how could he help Mu Qingcang?
But Mu Feng did not raise any questions. He knew that the time to question Yu Feihong had not yet come.
Now, his strength is still too weak!
"That's such a pity! If I knew about it, maybe I would look for this Mu Qingcang and meet this peerless genius in person!" Mu Feng said with regret.
Yu Feihong said with emotion: "More than ten years have passed. I am afraid that your master's cultivation is no longer what it used to be. He may have entered the realm of Martial Lord or even Martial King! But I have always stayed at the realm of Martial King."
Keep struggling.”
Mu Feng remained silent, just looking at Yu Feihong silently.
He keenly observed that when Yu Feihong mentioned Mu Qingcang, he exuded an aura of decadence.
"Let's not talk about this anymore! Li Xiaoyou, do you have any other questions?" Yu Feihong laughed at himself, looked at Mu Feng and asked.
"I've finished asking my questions! Doesn't King Yu Wu want to see the Chaoyang artistic conception I just realized? As long as you follow my move, you will naturally be able to feel it!"
Mu Feng slowly stood up, his eyes exuding a strong fighting spirit.
Although Yu Feihong is a strong warrior, his strength is far superior to him, but this will not make him lose his spirit.
On the contrary, it made him want to fight.
"Haha! Okay, Li Xiaoyou is indeed courageous! Come with me to the sky and let me see your artistic conception of the rising sun!"
Yu Feihong smiled casually, stepped out with his right foot, turned into a stream of light, and shot straight into the night sky, followed closely by Mu Feng.
The two people faced each other from a distance, hanging above the cloud waves, with a bright crescent moon lying between them.
"Li Xiaoyou! Go with all your strength and let me see how strong you are?"
Yu Feihong stared at Mu Feng with bright eyes, looking forward to it.
He really wanted to see how strong the young man in front of him who could comprehend Chaoyang's artistic conception could reach.
Mu Feng did not speak, but slowly closed his eyes.
A vast and powerful aura surged out of his body like a tide.
The moment Mu Feng reopened his eyes, a ray of sunlight appeared in the depths of his eyes, shooting straight out and dispelling the surrounding darkness.
Mu Feng's whole aura suddenly changed, and his whole body exuded a mysterious aura, giving people an ethereal feeling.
"King Yu Wu! I'm coming!"
Mu Feng locked his eyes on Yu Feihong, and two rays of blazing light shot out, piercing into Yu Feihong's eyes, causing Yu Feihong to narrow his eyes slightly.
At this moment, Mu Feng grasped the void in his palm, and the surging spiritual energy condensed into a long sword. He stepped out with his right foot and slashed out the long sword in his right hand, and a blazing sword light shot out across the sky.
This sword light is so bright!
Tear!
The sword light came across, pierced through the layers of clouds and waves, and arrived in front of Yu Feihong in an instant.
What's strange is that the moment the sword light arrives, a phantom of the rising sun slowly rises, and a terrifying high temperature sweeps in, with the potential to melt everything.
"That's it It’s the artistic conception of rising sun! Sure enough, there are some tricks!”
Yu Feihong's eyes showed a look of enlightenment, and the sword in his right hand pointed out into the void.
The sword points to the spiritual energy that explodes, forming a sword light that is about ten feet long, and slashes forward.
This sword finger seemed to be very slow, but in fact it was extremely fast, as if it traversed time and space, and appeared in an instant above the sword light floating the shadow of the rising sun.
Boom!
The two erupted into horrific explosions, spreading endless golden light across the sky, instantly dyeing the entire night sky a red gold color.
But soon, a sword finger emitting sword light pierced out and annihilated a large area of golden light in front of him. Yu Feihong stepped out of the disintegrated golden light unscathed step by step.
"The artistic conception of the sword!"
Mu Feng silently looked at Yu Feihong walking in front of him, with a strong sense of fear in his eyes.
Yu Feihong's strength was somewhat beyond his expectation. He thought that the former was only a first-level Martial King, but now it seems that he underestimated Yu Feihong.
From what he pointed just now, he could tell that Yu Feihong was probably at least a second-level Martial King, and might even be stronger.
If he were an ordinary warrior, he wouldn't be able to see it, but Mu Feng had such a keen eye that he could tell a lot of information from the smallest details.
"King Yu Wu! Are you satisfied with that sword strike just now?" Mu Feng asked with a slight smile.
Yu Feihong's eyes still had a thoughtful look. After hearing this, he came back to his senses and said: "Little friend Li, I am very satisfied with this sword! I have just realized this, so I will go back to Lihuo Palace for retreat first!"
Saying that, Yu Feihong flicked his fingers, took out a crystal clear sword, threw it to Mu Feng, and said: "This is the Royal Sword. With this sword, Li Xiaoyou can freely enter and leave the Lihuo Palace, and he also has the right to kill first and show off later! I'll take my leave now.
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After saying that, Yu Feihong hugged Mu Feng and left in a hurry.