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.
To be continued...