The moonlight was hazy, and there were more stars in the sky, densely packed.
Mu Bei simply disposed of the two corpses and quickly returned to his small courtyard.
He took out a small gray bag, which contained two spiritual stones the size of pigeon eggs.
“Medium quality.”
Spiritual stones are formed from the aura of heaven and earth and are necessary for spiritual practice. The spiritual stone is divided into nine grades from low to high, and each grade is divided into lower, middle and upper grades.
A medium-grade spiritual stone is sufficient for cultivation from the flesh-refining realm to the blood-accumulating realm.
However, things like spirit stones are very rare, and not only are they extremely expensive, but they are also expensive and have no market. For example, the four major families in Puyun City each only have twenty first-grade spirit stones in reserve at most, and they are all low-grade.
wait.
"It should allow me to be promoted to the peak of bone forging."
He sat down cross-legged, holding a spiritual stone in one hand and running "One Sword of the World" to absorb and refine it.
The powerful spiritual energy pours into the body like a divine spring, pure and thick, and merges into the bones everywhere with the operation of "One Sword of the World", helping to temper the bones.
Severe pain struck, and the bones throughout his body rattled, like metal friction and impact, and like the thunder of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.
Mu Bei could clearly detect that the bones in his body were rapidly transforming.
This kind of effect is much stronger than medicinal bath!
Moreover, not only the bones were transforming, he felt that the energy and blood throughout his body were also improving, and his flesh and blood seemed to be undergoing repeated tempering by thunder, becoming stronger and tougher.
Soon, an hour passed, the two spirit stones were completely refined, and his cultivation reached the peak of bone forging as expected.
"It's an unexpected bonus."
Mu Bei smiled lightly.
People from the Panshui Merchant Alliance came to kill him, and someone actually brought two first-grade spiritual stones to help him quickly reach the peak of bone forging. It was quite dramatic.
He stood up, stretched his limbs, and then turned off the lights and rested.
The night passed in a blink of an eye, and in the early morning, the warm sun rose and gradually became brighter.
It was not until almost noon that Mu Beibei walked towards the east of the city.
When he arrived at the east square of the city, the city lords of the seven major cities were already sitting on the chairman's seat, and the guest seats were already full of people.
The outside of the square was filled with water. If it weren't for the imperial guards to maintain order, he might not have been able to squeeze into the center of the square easily.
"coming!"
Mu Yiyi and Du Qingyue were sitting at the guest table, their beautiful big eyes sparkling when they saw Mu Bei arriving.
"Why are you so excited? You damn girl, twenty thousand dollars in banknotes just went down the drain! Is your brain burned out?"
Du Qingyue Qi Dao.
"No way! Brother will definitely win!"
Mu Yiyi said.
"Can he beat He Yanfeng?" Du Qingyue said disdainfully: "If he wins He Yanfeng, I won't stop you from marrying him!"
Mu Yiyi said in surprise: "Seriously?"
"really."
"It's my grandson who regrets it!"
"I……"
Du Qingyue almost carried it away in anger.
Not far away, the worry on Liu Yanqing's face instantly disappeared and turned into a smile.
He was still worried just now. Mu Bei hadn't arrived yet. Could it be that something had happened last night?
On the other side, the middle-aged person in charge of Panshui Merchant Alliance's face turned ugly. The two people did not return, but Mubei came to the finals safely.
The assassination failed, and those two people apparently disappeared from this world.
Mu Bei had a panoramic view of this scene, but he never paid attention to it.
On the ring, He Yanfeng stood upright, like a statue.
Mu Bei walked onto the ring and stopped about a few feet opposite He Yan Peak.
The sun was scorching, and in the blink of an eye it was clear sky.
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of the drum beat louder than the last, and it did not stop until it was struck seven times.
At the chairman's seat, Mo Qianyuan stood up and announced loudly: "The game begins!"
The crowd was excited and called for a big movie.
On the ring, Mu Bei looked at He Yanfeng and raised his right hand slightly: "Please."
He Yanfeng's expression was cold, his arms were folded across his chest, and he remained motionless.
Mu Bei chuckled, knowing that the other party thought highly of himself and was waiting for him to attack.
He held the sheathed Suzaku Sword in his left hand and placed it behind his back, standing quietly.
The breeze blows, and dozens of breaths pass by in the blink of an eye.
"What are you doing? Why don't you move?"
The crowd became weird.
Time passed and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
He Yanfeng looked at Mu Bei, his eyes slightly stern and cold.
Mu Bei's face remained calm and calm.
The breeze blew the hem of his clothes, and he looked like a scholar in a white shirt.
"Why aren't you still moving?"
"That's right, half an hour has passed. How long do you have to stand like this?"
There was a rustling sound in the crowd.
Even the city lords at the chairman's office frowned.
"Brother Mo, what's going on in Mubei, your city? Why haven't you taken action?"
Ou Wenhongdao, the former lord of Xuancheng City.
Mo Qianyuan said: "Didn't He Yanfeng from your original Xuan City not take action either?"
"That's true." Ou Wenhong nodded and said with a smile: "At present, it seems that the young man named Mu Bei is in a very good mood. However, I am afraid that he is not quite as strong as Yan Feng.
distance."
He is not humble and has a confident look on his face.
He Yanfeng is really strong!
"Otherwise." Mo Qianyuan said, "Maybe you will get a big surprise."
"Oh? It seems that Brother Mo is also full of confidence in this young man."
Ou Wenhong said.
Mo Qianyuan smiled lightly and said nothing more.
Time continued to pass, and soon half an hour passed.
Mubei and Heyan Peak are about ten feet apart, like two humanoid statues, always motionless.
"What are you doing? Do you want to fight?"
"That's right!"
The crowd became a little agitated.
He Yanfeng frowned, his eyes gradually became sharper, and finally he moved.
As soon as he started to move, it was like a ferocious beast coming out of its cage. With one step, he was immediately in front of Mu Bei and punched the door facing Mu Bei.
With a simple punch, the energy and blood surged like an ocean, as if a huge mountain fell down.
"What a terrible punch!"
someone exclaimed.
Even several city lords were slightly moved, this punch was really scary.
It is really unimaginable that this was a punch thrown by a bone-forging realm warrior.
Mu Bei's expression was indifferent. He didn't raise his hand until He Yanfeng's fist was very close, and flicked his palm against the opponent's wrist.
The movement was simple, as gentle as moving water, and then he saw that He Yanfeng's center of gravity was unbalanced, and he stepped back many feet.
"this……"
Everyone was shocked.
After just one encounter, He Yanfeng was knocked back!
He Yanfeng steadied his body, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he moved again, like a ferocious leopard pouncing on food, with fists and claws coming out, both fierce and fierce.
Mu Bei was calm and composed, holding the Suzaku Sword in its sheath with his left hand to block the punch, and turning his right hand into a palm to resist his claws.
Bang bang bang!
There were constant muffled sounds, He Yanfeng's violent fist movements, and weird claw techniques, which made some of the elders and strong men present at the early stage of the Blood Containing Realm palpitate.
However, all these attacks were blocked by Mu Bei.
During the whole process, Mu Bei's expression was dull, and there was no pattern in his moves, as if he could just pick them up at the drop of a hat.
A moment later, Mu Bei made a fist with his right hand and punched out with a jab.
With a bang, He Yanfeng retreated a full two feet.
"How can this be?!"
Ou Wenhong couldn't help but speak out.
Less than half a moment into the battle, He Yanfeng was knocked back twice.
Several other city lords were also moved. Zuo Buwei, the lord of Songchuan City, said: "This young man named Mu Bei is much simpler than we thought!"
Only Mo Qianyuan looked calm, knowing that Mu Bei was very strong.
At the guest table, Mu Yuanshan and Mu Qingxuan had uncertain expressions on their faces. They never expected that Mu Bei would suppress that He Yanfeng.
On the ring, He Yanfeng had already stood firm, staring at Mu Bei for a moment, like a wild beast examining its prey.
He had been in the army for several years and had perfected his cultivation. His peers had almost no defense against his opponents, but now he was briefly suppressed by Mu Bei.
It was also at this time that Mu Bei said, "You have to draw your sword."
He Yanfeng's eyes flashed, and after a moment of silence, he said coldly: "Yes, you are not weak, you are worthy of my sword!"
He reached around his waist and took out the short sword from its sheath. In an instant, an iron-blooded killing aura suddenly spread out.
The blade was red, more than a foot long, and vaguely exuded a faint smell of blood.
"The sword's name is Xue Feng. It is at the Hundred Level level. You have been fighting with me for three years!" Looking at Mu Bei, He Yanfeng held the sword in his fist and said, "Please!"
This scene surprised many people. After the competition started, He Yanfeng kept crushing his opponents with bare hands without saying a word.
But now, he actually drew his sword, took the initiative to introduce the sword, and greeted Mu Bei with cupped fists.
"The strong always get respect."
In the guest room, Liu Yanqing smiled.
On the stage, Mu Bei smiled lightly, and changed the Suzaku Sword in its sheath to his right hand: "Please."
Keng!
The sword screamed harshly, and the murderous aura swept across all directions, like a boiling ocean. He Yanfeng came in with a sword, and the sword flashed with a terrifying blood light.
The sword energy was so powerful that it seemed to freeze their souls, causing many people to shudder.
At this moment, He Yanfeng, who was drawing his sword, seemed to be a different person, and his murderous aura was so heart-wrenching.
Mu Bei's clouds were light and the wind was gentle, he held the Suzaku Sword in its sheath and went up, using it as a stick to meet He Yanfeng's sword.
With a harsh metal sound, the swords and sticks collided together, and the air seemed to explode.
The next moment, the knife and stick separated, and then collided together again.
Sparks sputtered, and the sound of metal collision continued to be heard. He Yanfeng quickly fell to the bottom again, retreating again and again.
This shocked Ou Wenhong. He knew very well how terrifying He Yanfeng was when he drew his sword. He had killed seven strong men in the early stage of accumulating blood in this state.
But at this moment, Mu Bei is still suppressing him!
Clang, clang, clang!
The sound of metal colliding became more and more harsh, and half a quarter of an hour later, He Yanfeng was forced to the edge of the ring, in a state of embarrassment.
However, at this moment, an extremely powerful blood energy wave suddenly rushed out of his body, as if a silent volcano had erupted.
"He actually broke into the blood-accumulating realm!"