Tie Mo had a look of surprise and disbelief, looking at the blue-haired figure blocking his side.
Some spectators in the distance exclaimed and lost their voices.
At the last moment when the iron-blooded deputy leader killed Princess Qin, Zhao Feng suddenly intervened and blocked the fatal blow of the dark light wheel.
A layer of blue water flowed around Zhao Feng's body, like a deep ocean, with ripples and waves on the surface. The dark light wheel cut into the ripples of water, and the power was buffered and absorbed to the maximum extent, like a stone sinking into the ocean.
Zhao Feng, why do you want to stop him?
Although Tie Mo was confused, he was more surprised at Zhao Feng's strength.
As powerful as the Iron-Blooded Deputy Cult Leader, he used all his strength to activate the Dark Light Wheel, but he was unable to break through the defensive layer formed by the power of Zhao Feng's bloodline.
Tiemo was confident that even at the same level as the peak of Allah, it would be impossible for him to face up to the dark light wheel that he was attacking with all his strength.
But now this young man did it easily.
"Deputy leader, I owe the Six Wizards a favor, let her go this time."
Zhao Feng opened his mouth to explain.
Logically speaking, Zhao Feng and Princess Qin are hostile and have irresolvable conflicts.
In the past, in the Canopy Kingdom, the two plotted against each other, and in the end, Zhao Feng even kidnapped Princess Qin in public.
However, after all, there were some reasons that made Zhao Feng decide not to kill Princess Qin.
For example, the relationship between the six witches and wise men, or the great elder.
"Forget it, for your sake this time, I will let her go again."
The iron-blooded deputy leader couldn't help but shake his head, sighed, and put away the dark light wheel.
Let her go again? Again?
Zhao Feng was a little surprised. Could it be that the Iron-blooded Vice-leader had the opportunity to kill Princess Qin before, but for some reason, he did not kill her?
Princess Qin let out a long sigh of relief, and her palace clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
"Zhao Feng, I didn't expect you to save my life."
Her expression was complicated.
Princess Qin originally wanted to cooperate with the three masters of Qinjian Palace to kill Zhao Feng, but unexpectedly she was rescued by Zhao Feng in the end.
"Get lost. This is your last chance."
Zhao Feng glanced at Princess Qin with slight disgust.
To be honest, he had no good impression of Princess Qin and even had some murderous intentions.
Princess Qin did not dare to stay any longer and immediately flew away through the air.
"This Princess Qin has been making trouble since she entered the royal family. Before she grew up, I had several opportunities to kill her. But later, for the sake of the wise men of the Six Witches, I did not kill her."
Tie Mo looked calm and watched Princess Qin leave.
Zhao Feng suddenly realized that he remembered Jiang Sanfeng saying that Tie Mo had consulted the Six Wizards in order to determine the clues about his life and death.
"The main reason is because the leader, my brother Hong, has a good relationship with the Six Witches and Wise Men."
Tie Mo sighed.
Leader? Orthodox leader.
Zhao Feng's heart moved, but he didn't expect that the relationship between them would be so complicated.
In his mind, he quickly recalled the mysterious red-haired old man who had given him the "Ice Soul Ball" and "The Fragment of the Dark Eye".
After letting Princess Qin go.
Zhao Feng quickly returned to the underground refining room and took over the work of the Skeleton Hall Master.
During this period, black light and flames enveloped the underground refining room, making it impossible for anyone else to pry into it.
As strong as Iron Mo, spiritual consciousness can only barely penetrate into it, almost suffering backlash.
"Then there are some powerful masters behind Zhao Feng, they seem to be ghosts and corpses..."
Tie Mo was secretly surprised.
In terms of cultivation, he is not far from the Danyuan realm, but he cannot estimate the mysterious existence in the underground weapon refining room.
He realized that he was increasingly unable to see through Zhao Feng's reality.
Swish
The black light flames in the underground weapon refining room were removed, leaving only Zhao Feng and Master Tiegan.
Zhao Feng continued to work on the last step of refining the weapon. Master Tie Qian was still frightened, so he didn't ask any more questions and assisted from the side.
It didn’t take long before the last step of refining the weapon was completed.
Buzz
On Zhao Feng's metal-wrapped arm, a silver-green iron wheel appeared, with an edge as sharp as a blade. A trace of electric light appeared on the surface. During the high-speed rotation, an invisible wind-forced light blade was created around it.
Then, Zhao Feng activated his true power, and this simplified version of the dark light wheel turned into a mechanical arm, slightly larger than an adult's arm.
"This simplified version of the dark light wheel incorporates the power of wind and thunder, and its cutting and destructive power is greatly increased. Although its grade power is not as good as the full version, there is no doubt that this weapon refining work is more perfect."
Master Tiegan was full of praise.
Tie Mo couldn't help but try two of them, and praised: "With the smallest true spirit, it can activate stronger attack power, and also add the power of wind and thunder. Its speed, cutting power, and destructive power are all far superior to the same level of divine weapons. "
There was a hint of envy in his words.
If his cultivation had not reached the peak of Allah, and the simplified version of the Dark Light Wheel was not high enough, he might have wanted to propose a deal.
"I plan to send people to the Hengyun area for this new dark light wheel..."
Zhao Feng expressed his thoughts.
Regarding this matter, Tiemo took it upon himself with a smile and asked the strong men of the Iron Blood Sect to personally deliver the Dark Light Wheel to the great elder of the Xiaoyue Sect.
Zhao Feng handed over the newly refined dark light wheel and he breathed a sigh of relief.
One of the things he did when he came to Canopy Country was to refine the Dark Light Wheel for his master. Now this matter has finally settled.
That night.
The Jin Ge Blood Dragon sedan flew away from Tiegan Mountain through the sky.
The space in the blood dragon sedan was relatively spacious, and Zhao Feng and Jiang Sanfeng were also inside.
"Zhao Feng, not only did you return to the mainland safely, but you also made such a qualitative leap in strength, I'm really happy and congratulations.
The iron-blooded deputy leader couldn't help but sigh.
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Sanfeng and Dieye felt the same.
A year ago, Zhao Feng was still a young rookie at the same level as them.
How long had passed before Zhao Feng's strength reached the point where he was on par with the Iron-Blooded Vice-leader.
What's more, Zhao Feng is still a genius in mainland China and belongs to the new generation. It's hard to predict his future achievements.
During the conversation, the Iron-Blooded Vice-leader inevitably became a little curious about the "unknown inheritance".
Zhao Feng briefly mentioned the situation of the Purple Saint Ruins, but omitted part of Zhao Yufei's inheritance of the ruins space.
"In the Purple Saint Ruins, there are actually three geniuses from two-star sects entering the trial? One of them is as high as two-and-a-half stars?"
Even so, the iron-blooded deputy leader was deeply shocked.
What really impressed him was that Zhao Feng could survive in such an environment and obtain his own inheritance.
Regarding his inheritance, Zhao Feng also concealed it a little, only saying that it came from a certain virtual god realm powerhouse.
"Virtual God Realm, that is a necessary condition required by the two-star sect."
The iron-blooded deputy leader's expression was one of looking up to him.
Even the ordinary False God Realm is a distant legend to the Iron-Blooded Vice-leader and the entire continent.
A few days later.
The Jin Ge Blood Dragon sedan returns to the Iron Blood Sect's main helm.
"Deputy leader, I have something to give you."
Zhao Feng suddenly spoke and took out a drop of green mysterious liquid from a dark green gourd.
The deputy leader's pupils narrowed and he blurted out: "Is it...life fluid?"
The green, glistening body fluid exudes a rich and pure breath of life, even a hint of the origin of life.
"Yes, this is the life fluid."
Zhao Feng smiled.
After giving away this drop of life fluid, Zhao Feng still had the last drop left.
"Life fluid...it's so good Zhao Feng, I don't even know how to thank you."
The deputy leader was so excited that he was almost incoherent.
Obviously, life fluid is too important to the deputy leader or the Iron-Blooded Cult.
"Teacher, this drop of life fluid should be used to repay the kindness of the leader."
Zhao Feng's eyes flashed, slightly tentative.
He had long suspected that the mysterious red-haired old man he saw earlier should be the orthodox leader of the Iron-Blooded Religion.
Tie Mo smiled knowingly: "Zhao Feng, you are right, the person you met that day is the leader of the Iron Blood Sect."
Finished talking.
Tie Mo no longer hesitated and took Zhao Feng into the underground chamber deep in the hall.
This is Zhao Feng's second visit to this secret palace.
In the palace, an old man with thick eyebrows and red hair lay on a purple gold bed.
The red-haired old man's skin is withered all over his body, and he can hardly feel a trace of life energy. He is in a state of "suspended death"
"Brother Hong, I'm here."
Tie Mo looked happy and quickly came to the bed.
The red-haired old man slowly opened his eyes and said in a slightly weak voice: "The current state cannot last for long. If there is nothing urgent, don't disturb me."
The moment the red-haired old man opened his eyes, Zhao Feng felt a profound and boundless spiritual aura.
"Brother Hong, look what this is."
Tie Mo laughed loudly and raised his hand slightly.
The red-haired old man took a closer look, and an astonishing light burst out from his dark eyes, and he blurted out: "Life fluid"
This moment.
The aura of the red-haired old man emanated, a vast invisible spiritual pressure, which seemed to penetrate the vitality of heaven and earth, faintly resonating with this space.
Zhao Feng felt a sense of dullness and depression. Ever since he returned to Qinghua Continent, almost no one could bring him such pressure.
The only people who can bring similar pressure to him are Lu Tianyi and the Skeleton Hall Master who activates the secret state.
However.
Even these two people's background seems to be incomparable to that of the red-haired old man.
While Zhao Feng was stunned, the red-haired old man had already taken the "Life Liquid".
In the next scene, the red-haired old man's shriveled skin, pale and colorless face, and weak aura were all rapidly changing.
That feeling is like a twilight old man who suddenly comes back to his senses, and it's not a short-term "return to light", but a real improvement.
"As expected of the legendary life-extending holy fluid, the original injuries in my body have recovered by 30% to 40%.
A trace of red light gradually appeared on the red-haired old man's face, and he was filled with ecstasy.
As a result, the spiritual aura exuding from his body became more and more terrifying, enough to make the general God feel frightened and could only look up.
Uh-huh
Suddenly, in the sky above the entire Iron-Blooded Sect's main rudder, the vitality of the heaven and earth roared, like a tide overwhelming the sky and the earth.
The red-haired old man is like a dry sea, absorbing vast vitality with every breath and becoming the center of the vortex of heaven and earth's vitality.
That powerful aura commands the vitality from all directions and dominates the world
"Could this state be..."
Zhao Feng felt a sense of insignificance in front of that boundless momentum that was like a "sea of vitality".
God-level powerful men who can "respond" to the vitality of heaven and earth on a small scale stand at the top of pyramids across the continent.
And the realm of this red-haired old man is at a higher level. He seems to be relying on the heaven and the earth, becoming the center of the vortex of the vast heaven and earth's vitality.
He didn't need to respond deliberately. The boundless vitality of heaven and earth was like a river pouring into the sea, and was directly absorbed by him in almost endless amounts.
This level of artistic conception is qualitatively different from the three realms of heaven