Zhuo Mufeng was also shocked when he received the news. He had expected something like this, but he didn't expect Jie Feng to be so strong.
He couldn't figure it out. First Zi Wanhao and then Jie Feng, who were usually unknown on the list, were doing such low-key things, which caught him a bit off guard.
This guy is also making people speechless. Are you allowed to hide your strength so that others can't keep a low profile?
"Uncle Meng, tell me honestly, how many moves can I take to defeat the guy who ranks sixth on the list of heroes?" Zhuo Mufeng asked hurriedly as the three of them were sitting in the shade of a big tree and resting.
Meng Jiuxiao glanced at Zhuo Mufeng and said solemnly: "Xiong Lin, who is sixth on the list of heroes, is famous for his stick skills. His attack power is not inferior to yours, and his body skills are even better. If we really want to fight, You must use the five-color sword energy from the beginning, and the outcome should be 50-50."
As soon as he said these words, Zhuo Mufeng's expression became even more ugly. He and Xiong Lin were evenly matched, but Jie Feng defeated Xiong Lin in six moves. The comparison was a bit tragic.
Knowing that Zhuo Mufeng had been hit, Meng Jiuxiao said quickly: "The gap is not as big as you think. According to the news from the alliance, Jie Feng and Xiong Lin are completely fighting each other with their killing moves. Maybe it's just like when you defeated Zi Wanhao Likewise, Jie Feng also tried his best."
"Maybe? What if I still have some energy left? That guy is not sick, right? Why did he pick me for no reason? Do you think I am a soft persimmon?" Zhuo Mufeng frowned and cursed angrily.
Meng Jiuxiao and Wu Yuanyuan both heard black threads, for no reason? You almost beat Zi Wanhao to death, and they can't take revenge? As for being a soft persimmon, they both know it well, and they don't want to say it to irritate Zhuo. The eldest young master.
Wu Yuanyuan looked calm and said: "What are you going to do?"
Zhuo Mufeng sighed for a while, then suddenly turned his eyes, looked at Meng Jiuxiao, and smiled flatteringly: "Uncle Meng, didn't you say a few days ago that my adoptive father asked you to take me back as soon as possible?
In my opinion, if Shengwu Mountain is suddenly opened, it is probably a weasel paying New Year greetings to a chicken. I am not well-intentioned, so we will not go out into this muddy water. It is better to go back as soon as possible, and let other people go like dogs."
Meng Jiuxiao's eyelids jumped a few times, took a deep breath, and said helplessly: "Mu Feng, you represent the Sanjiang Alliance, and you must not retreat. Don't worry, even if you are not as good as Jie Feng, I will protect you. Don’t let Xie Feng seriously hurt you on purpose.”
Zhuo Mufeng believed the sincerity of these words, but he still asked: "I know Uncle Meng will not harm me, but the guardian of Jie Feng is not a vegetarian. Uncle Meng is sure to repel the opponent in an instant, and then save him." Will you get off me?"
Meng Jiuxiao was speechless.
In terms of strength, he considers himself to be at the forefront among all the masters of the top twenty-one forces, but he is not a waste and cannot be easily defeated.
Everyone is a master of the same level. Without hundreds or thousands of rounds, it is not easy to determine the winner. A perverted woman like Chu Yuhuan is completely on another level.
Wu Yuanyuan opened her mouth, looked at Zhuo Mufeng, hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing.
Meng Jiuxiao suddenly thought of something and said: "I may not be able to stop you, but don't forget, everyone is going to Shengwu Mountain this time, and the Shengwu Alliance will not let outsiders cause trouble on its territory.
The alliance leader gave special instructions, saying that the opportunity is rare and it would be a pity to miss it, and he also asked me to tell you that if you realize something is wrong, you can just admit defeat and don't let yourself get hurt."
Hearing this, Zhuo Mufeng couldn't help but froze. He slowly leaned against the tree trunk and looked up at the sky.
In fact, he also knew that even if Jie Feng wanted to take revenge, he would most likely not kill him because he was afraid of crippling him and who would he cry to when the time came.
If Wu Guanting forced him to go to Shengwu Mountain for the sake of the face of the Sanjiang Alliance, then Zhuo Mufeng would not say anything, but he must have an idea in his heart. He is not someone who just waits to die, and must find a way on his own.
But Wu Guanting stood in his perspective and asked him to go to Shengwu Mountain to broaden his horizons. He even pointed out the words that asked him to admit defeat directly. What else could Zhuo Mufeng say?
Sometimes even he had to admit that Wu Guanting could transform from an ordinary person with no background to become the leader of the Sanjiang Alliance in just a few decades, which was indeed his charm.
People were talking about this, and if he didn't go, it would be looked down upon. Besides, if other top power disciples gathered in Shengwu Mountain, and Zhuo Mufeng was the only one missing, he would feel embarrassed just thinking about it.
That's all, the worst thing is that when you see a strong enemy, you just admit defeat. A good man will not suffer the loss in front of him.
Zhuo Mufeng closed his eyes and said with a sad expression: "Then go, I really want to meet the heroes of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and see if they have three heads and six arms."
Is this what you are thinking? Meng Jiuxiao shook his head and smiled bitterly, not knowing what to say, while Wu Yuanyuan remained speechless and looked ahead.
The Eastern Zhou Dynasty had a vast territory, and Guangxing Road was located in the middle. Shengwu Mountain, which was opened by the Shengwu Alliance this time, was also on Guangxing Road. After deciding on the target, a group of three people went there immediately.
According to Meng Jiuxiao, it takes more than a month to travel from Fengnan Road to Guangxing Road.
Zhuo Mufeng felt under great pressure and completely focused on his cultivation. Apart from eating, sleeping and traveling, he almost stopped talking every day. His level of diligence surprised both Meng Jiuxiao and Wu Yuanyuan.
Only then did Meng Jiuxiao realize that this young master was not as out of place as outsiders seemed. In addition to his talent, he must have put in a lot of effort to improve his strength to this level in a short period of time. At least this
The amount of concentration is not something that ordinary people can have.
Meng Jiuxiao was overjoyed and quickly bought two carriages. One was naturally given to Wu Yuanyuan, and the other was given to him and Zhuo Mufeng so that Zhuo Mufeng could practice his internal skills and he could look after them.
Whenever the carriage stopped in the wilderness, Zhuo Mufeng would also find a place to practice his sword and body skills. For this reason, Meng Jiuxiao even went to Wu Yuanyuan and expressed her wish to stay in the wild for more than a month.
For Wu Yuanyuan, who had a certain degree of mysophobia and was unhappy without bathing every day, this was simply a torment, but after looking at Zhuo Mufeng who was immersed in practice, the woman actually gritted her teeth and agreed.
Time flies and half a month passes.
The outside world is still noisy, but Zhuo Mufeng has also gained something. He has cultivated the Nine Ghosts Teleportation to the Dacheng state. He can flash back six times in an instant, and his short-distance speed is much faster than before.
But this is far from enough.
Zhuo Mufeng's body skills have always been a weak point. Even now, he can't say that he is comparable to the disciples of other top forces, and it is even more difficult to face the strongest ones.
When he occasionally takes a break, Master Zhuo is always very distressed. It would be great if he could get a lot of power points and directly improve them. Not to mention other people, even if Gui Donghan and Chu Liuyu come, they still have to give me a break.
vegetable!
That day, the three of them were resting at the foot of a mountain. Meng Jiuxiao caught a few pheasants and brought them back. He skillfully plucked, cleaned, and cut into pieces, and then grilled them over the fire. The aroma soon spread out.
During this period, the dignified Meng Shenjun almost became a handyman, and his various skills have improved a lot. It is estimated that he will not be able to survive in the Sanjiang League in the future, and he will not worry about having no food to eat.
Zhuo Mufeng asked while biting the chicken nuggets: "Uncle Meng, do you have any news about what I asked you to inquire about?"
This guy is not a calm man. From the moment he decided to go to Shengwu Mountain, he asked Meng Jiuxiao to plan the route and strongly requested him to collect intelligence on the forces along the way, especially focusing on the turbulent Jianghu forces.
Meng Jiuxiao, Wu Yuanyuan, and even everyone in the Sanjiang Alliance couldn't understand what Zhuo Mufeng wanted to do, but he was wronged enough, so of course he had to try his best to satisfy this little thing to avoid making people uncomfortable.
Zhuo Mufeng asked this question several times every day, which made Meng Jiuxiao very curious and confused again: "Mufeng, what is your purpose?"
Wu Yuanyuan, who was sitting on a small stone with her legs together and eating roast chicken elegantly, also stared at Zhuo Mufeng and said in a calm tone: "You are from the Sanjiang League. When something happens, you should think of the Sanjiang League."
In fact, her original intention was to let Zhuo Mufeng find Sanjiang Alliance when he had difficulties, but this girl has always been arrogant and refused to speak too directly. As a result, when she said this, it sounded like a warning to Zhuo Mufeng not to give Sanjiang Alliance
It's like the alliance is causing trouble.
Zhuo Mufeng felt unhappy in his heart, but he knew that the other party couldn't stand him, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it, and directly said to Meng Jiuxiao: "Don't ask so many questions, just tell me if you have any news."
This aura was so strong that he almost made the mighty Meng Shenjun his younger brother. Wu Guanting had never been so strong before.
Meng Jiuxiao shook his head and said speechlessly: "What you want to check is too general. In order to satisfy you this time, I even sent out the White Pigeon Hall, but after all, it is not my own territory. It will take a certain amount of time to find out clearly."
Just when Zhuo Mufeng was feeling disappointed, he heard Meng Jiuxiao continue: "Just now news came from within the alliance that there is no major turmoil among the regular Jianghu forces nearby, but there is a group of copycats who seem to be in some trouble."
A copycat? Young Master Zhuo, who was just a little excited, was confused. He needed a lot of power points to see how many people could be in a copycat, so he casually asked: "What copycat?"
Meng Jiuxiao said in a deep voice: "The Eighteen Villages of Yandang, the largest stronghold in Fengnan Road, is not inferior to the first-class sects in terms of strength. However, due to being turned into bandits, more than ten thousand people have gathered over the years and have been entrenched in Yandang not far away.
Mountain."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Mufeng suddenly stood up. His excited look scared Meng Jiuxiao and Wu Yuanyuan. They didn't understand what was wrong with this guy. But Zhuo Mufeng already said loudly: "A village with more than ten thousand people."
,impossible?"
Meng Jiuxiao glanced at him sideways, feeling that this kid was becoming more and more lawless, and hummed: "I told you, Yandang Eighteen Village is one of the largest villages in Fengnan Road, and the eighteen village owners are all rare masters in the area.
No other first-class sect can compare!"
Zhuo Mufeng asked hurriedly: "What trouble happened in this village?"
Meng Jiuxiao chewed the chicken slowly, making Zhuo Mufeng want to slap him. After a while, he said quietly: "What a coincidence. More than a month ago, the current leader of the village died due to going crazy while practicing kung fu, leaving the Eighteen Villages without a leader. So I plan to
Three days later, the eighteen villages will gather to elect the new village leader."
Wu Yuanyuan had been secretly observing Zhuo Mufeng. When she saw this guy suddenly taking a big breath, with a faint look of ecstasy on his face, she was immediately confused. Why are you so excited when someone chooses a stronghold?
You don't want to join in the fun and become the leader of the village yourself, right?
Wu Yuanyuan probably never imagined that her random inner complaints were exactly what Zhuo Mufeng was really thinking at the moment.