Chapter 134: Transmission Array
Everyone watched this scene, some of them secretly sweating for Mu Feng, while others were gloating, after all, with one less person, their chances of obtaining the inheritance from the Xuanling Temple would increase.
Watching Zheng Jian's fierce offensive, Mu Han Yu and Mu Han Qing also had some worries in their hearts, but towards Mu Feng, they had an unconditional trust, after all, Mu Feng had created countless miracles before.
Mu Kun, Mu Cheng and others also secretly wiped a cold sweat. Although they had a feud with Mu Feng before, in this trip to the Mystic Spirit Temple, Mu Feng was their strongest fighting force. If he made any mistakes, they would not be able to gain anything from this trip.
Mo Feng gazed coldly at Zheng Jian and Xuan Li's rushing figures, the Flame Emperor's Seal and the Mysterious Copper Body Seal were instantly activated to their limits, his entire body emitting a chilly bronze color, with waves of power flowing through him.
His entire being emitted a powerful and profound aura, revealing an overbearing and fierce presence that made the people around him feel a tightening in their chests.
"Fierce Flame Fist, Fierce Flame Sweeps the Heavens!"
Mo Feng's double fists swung out, with a fiery fist shadow like a stormy rain shrouding Zheng Jian and that mysterious figure. What was strange was that on top of those fist shadows, there were many black dots squirming about, giving people a sense of palpitations.
This series of attacks was completed in an instant, leaving the onlookers even more shocked.
Facing the full force of a strong opponent, Mu Feng did not retreat at all, but instead countered with a needle against a spear, attacking with an attack.
The palm wind and fist shadows intertwined, the low explosive sound rang out one after another, and the two actually started close combat.
Xuan Li's shadowy figure was hit by numerous fist shadows in a row, and finally couldn't withstand the impact of the fist shadows. Countless cracks appeared on his shadowy figure, then spread throughout his entire body, ultimately causing his entire shadow to collapse instantly.
A fist shadow passed through Xuanli's body and also shot towards Feng Qing and others behind him.
Feng Qing let out a cold hum and swung his fist, completely shattering the shadow of the punch.
"Mu Feng, go die."
Zheng Jian's face turned extremely ferocious, his hands transformed into claws, and he unleashed a flurry of claw strikes. Ten claw marks shot towards Mu Feng, tearing through the air and leaving behind a trail of destruction. The air around them exploded in a series of dull booms.
Mo Feng smiled slightly and didn't dodge at all, throwing punch after punch at Zheng Jian.
In the fight, he also felt that Zheng Jian's greed for quick success had led to his entry into the initial stage of the Great Perfection of the Shaping Realm, but his mysterious power was clearly empty and floating, and his true combat strength was at most at the peak of the initial stage of the Shaping Realm.
Every time the two of them clashed, it caused a huge commotion. The onlookers were shocked and retreated involuntarily, fearing that they would be affected themselves.
Mo Chuan and Tong Huan, who were at the foot of the mountain, also felt the fluctuations caused by their exchange. They looked up at the summit, a hint of a smile on their faces.
Mo Zongdao also has confidence in Mo Feng. In the Youth Championship, since Mo Feng was able to defeat Zheng Jian, he can do it again here.
Tong Huan was unaware of the Qingying Competition, and instead felt very strange that a small, nascent Jiaolong who had just reached the peak of the Huajing realm would dare to cross swords with Zheng Jian.
On the mountain top, Mu Feng and Zheng Jian fought nearly a hundred rounds, and everyone also saw that Mu Feng gradually gained the upper hand.
Zheng Jian was shocked to discover that the Xuanli in his body seemed to be suppressed, and some of it had mysteriously disappeared. His strength could only be exerted at 70-80%, and the feeling of being unable to use his full power was extremely suffocating.
He also saw that Mofeng's Xuanli seemed to have no signs of exhaustion, and the more he attacked, the more ferocious it became. It seems that his strength has also increased a lot in the past half year.
The first time he saw this little guy in front of him at the Hidden Pavilion, he had just entered the Huaqi realm and could be knocked down with a slight movement of his little finger.
Unexpectedly, Mu Feng's growth was so rapid, Zheng Jian's heart was bitter. This heavenly proud son was also heavily hit, among the young generation of Fengyun Sect, except for Feng Sen and Feng Qing, he was the most notable, but unexpectedly, this little guy in front of him was not inferior to himself at all.
Although Mo Feng had the upper hand, he still looked solemn, and the Flame Emperor's Dominant Scripture in his body was also running to its extreme. Swallowing Heart Flame and Flame Emperor's Dominant Scripture were also his greatest reliance when facing Zheng Jian.
Facing the almost abnormal infatuation of Mu Feng, Zheng Jian felt helpless. He was now in a difficult situation, unable to move forward or backward.
"It's over!" After exchanging hundreds of blows, Mufeng took a deep breath and threw a punch.
Under the powerful Xuanli energy, Zheng Jian's figure also flew out, flying out for nearly a hundred feet, and his body also drew a deep scratch of tens of feet on the ground.
Although everyone also saw that Zheng Jian was in a losing situation, when Zheng Jian was blasted off by Mu Feng's punch, everyone still found it hard to accept.
In fact, if Mufeng had used the Nine Shadows Phantom Step, Zheng Jian would have lost even faster. However, he didn't want to reveal his full strength too early, after all, there were still strong people like Feng Qing and Lei Wei around.
Everyone else also shook their heads, making an effort to clear themselves up, as if the scene in front of them was just one of their own illusions.
Zheng Jian stared at Mu Feng, his anger burning in his heart, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and was so enraged that he fainted.
At the foot of the mountain, Tong Huan revealed a hint of surprise and looked at Mu Chuan Dao, who was also smiling at him.
Seeing Zheng Jian faint and fall to the ground, Feng Qing's face didn't show any expression. He signaled to the two people beside him to carry Zheng Jian back, then coldly stared at Mu Feng.
Mo Feng felt Feng Qing's gaze and looked up at her as well.
"Not bad, let's wait until this trip to the Mystic Spirit Temple is over, and then we'll compare notes." A hint of mockery appeared on Feng Qing's face.
Although Mu Feng showed quite some strength just now, but facing him who has entered the middle stage of creation, he is not an opponent. If it weren't for fearing others would say he's taking advantage of someone in a crisis, he'd want to teach Mu Feng a lesson right now.
If he were to teach Mu Feng a lesson now, it would inevitably lead to a fierce battle between the two families. Although his side was certain to win, they would also pay a price for it. By then, entering the Mystic Spirit Temple would be a bargain for others, which was not what Feng Qing wanted to see.
"Hey kid, our business isn't over yet?" Lei Wei suddenly remembered what happened earlier.
"Brute force won't blast open this temple gate, but instead will destroy our passage to the underground palace." Mu Feng said calmly.
"Oh, you know how to open this temple door?" Lei Wei clenched his fists, a hint of mockery on his face.
Mo Feng ignored Lei Wei's sarcasm and gazed at the palace gate from afar. In the Mo family's library, there were some unconventional books that included similar mechanism books.
The surface of this temple gate is extremely smooth, with a dark luster, and there are no bumps or buttons.
After Mu Feng retreated again, he vaguely saw a faint palm print on the top of the temple gate. This palm print was impossible to detect if not viewed from a certain angle, and it was absolutely not left by Feng Qing and Lei Wei earlier.
"Han Yu sister, what does he want to do?" Mu Han Qing asked curiously.
Mu Han Yu looked at Mu Feng and shook his head too, unsure of what the latter was thinking.
Mo Feng slowly walked to the front of the hall, placed his hand on the palm print, and with a surge of Xuan Li, the palm print also emitted an astonishing glow.
A dazzling golden light suddenly shot out and projected a strange circular teleportation array on the empty space in front of the temple gate.
The circular transmission array refracted wave after wave of golden light, and everyone could feel the faint ripples emitted by the circular transmission array.
This is the entrance to the Mystic Spirit Temple!
