Chapter 88 Selection

  After returning to the Mu Mansion, Mu Feng bid farewell to Mu Chengde, Mu Hanqing and others, and quickly returned to his own residence, closing the door tightly. Then, with a movement of his mind, two iron plaques appeared out of thin air, quietly lying in the palm of his hand.

  The ancient iron plaque obtained at the auction house was handed over to Murong Feng as soon as it was in Murong Qing's hands.

  However, what made Mufeng somewhat surprised was that the pattern on his palm did not react at all. Nevertheless, he still keenly felt a faint connection between the pattern and the two iron plaques, which might have gone unnoticed if not for his extraordinary perception.

  Mo Feng gazed at the two iron plaques, a thoughtful expression on his face. The symbol in the palm of his hand was indeed too mysterious. These two iron plaques were also ancient artifacts, and he didn't know what connection they had with each other. However, he could be certain that these two iron plaques definitely had an extraordinary origin.

  At this time, a thought suddenly occurred to Mu Feng: try using fire!

  He didn't dare to use the Devouring Heart Flame, this heavenly and earthly strange flame, with a very high temperature. If he were to burn the iron plate into nothingness, then he would truly have no tears left to cry.

  Mo Feng lit a oil lamp, adjusted the wick, and after making the flame slightly larger, she placed one of the iron plaques over the flame to heat it up.

  But Mu Feng's plan didn't seem very clever, and after half a day, the iron plate hadn't reacted in the slightest.

  Looking at the unresponsive iron plaque, Mu Feng gritted his teeth and resolutely summoned the Devouring Heart Flame.

  Under the control of Mufeng's thoughts, the Devouring Heart Flame split out a small thread of flame. Although this thread of flame was extremely small, its temperature was far beyond that of ordinary flames.

  However, what surprised him was that the iron plate still had no reaction at all in the tempering of those flames.

  Mo Feng once again separated a thread of flame, still the same, and then another thread, the iron plate was still the same, finally he helplessly discovered that even if he threw the entire iron plate into the Devouring Heart Flame, there was no change at all, not even a tiny bit.

  Mo Feng put away the Heart Flame and picked up the two iron plaques again, his eyes filled with intense shock.

  Swallowing Heart Flame is a heavenly strange flame. Even if it's a strong Shaper Realm or Escape Realm cultivator, they wouldn't dare to use their body to withstand it head-on. Any other object, as long as it comes into contact with the flame, will be incinerated into nothingness. And yet, these two iron plaques didn't have any reaction at all under the scorching of the Swallowing Heart Flame.

  Mo Feng put the iron plaque back into the Void Stone, shook his dizzy head and stopped thinking about it. He believed that he would definitely have a chance to solve this mystery in the future.

  In the following days, Mufeng resumed his normal cultivation. However, he didn't focus on cultivating his own strength, but instead focused on cultivating the Xuanling Tongshen Jue and the Yanyang Ba Jue.

  In the secluded courtyard of Mu's residence, it is elegant and quiet!

  A young figure sat cross-legged on a boulder about one person high, as still as if merged with the rock. Around him, the mysterious energy between heaven and earth flowed like water, finally entering his body along the absorbing force emanating from the youth's shadow.

  The young man's face was clean and comfortable in the soft sunlight, but his whole body emitted a domineering and fierce aura. It was hard to imagine that such a slender figure could possess such powerful strength.

  This cultivation lasted for a full two hours, and the figure with tightly closed eyes slowly opened them, revealing the young man who was diligently cultivating, Mu Feng.

  Mo Feng jumped down from the huge rock, stood facing it, took a deep breath, and his entire skin emitted a faint bronze glow. Under the flow of the bronze glow, a sense of power quietly emanated out.

  Mo Feng's right hand clenched into a fist, without using any Xuanli, and then heavily pounded on the large stone.

  Bang!

  The large stone in front of Mu Feng had not changed at all at first, but after a while, with a "crack" sound, a crack suddenly appeared on the landing point of his fist. With the appearance of this crack, more and more cracks, densely covered like a spider web, spread out on the surface of the stone.

  "Boom!"

  As the number of cracks increased, the large stone seemed unable to withstand it any longer and suddenly shattered into a pile of small stones.

  The bronze glow on Mofeng's body also slowly dissipated, revealing a hint of excitement on his face.

  These days, Mufeng has been diligently practicing the Xuanling Tongshen Jue, and the effect is quite good. He has already reached the sixth level, and the effect of that punch just now made him extremely satisfied.

  Although the Xuanling Copper Body Technique had been cultivated to the sixth level, the sixth meridian of the Flame Yang Dominance Technique was giving him a headache, and he had used all his strength to open up only half of it.

  The nineteen meridians of the Flame Yang Hegemony, the more you go to the back, the harder it is to open. When the Xuanli torrent in the body impacts the blockage in the sixth meridian, it's like dripping water through stone. Just opening up this half-meridian took him a full twenty days.

  Although he hadn't been cultivating his own cultivation, Mu Feng somehow felt that his cultivation had still improved, although the extent of this improvement wasn't very great, but the feeling of breaking through was becoming increasingly intense.

  The atmosphere of Qi is almost mature and already near at hand!

  For the Flame Fist, Mufeng was extremely proficient in it, and with the addition of the extremely yang and strong flame, its power had exceeded his expectations.

  During Mu Feng's concentrated cultivation, the Mu Clan's selection tournament arrived as scheduled. This selection tournament also attracted the attention of the entire clan, with a sea of people gathering at the martial arts arena, and the scene was breathtakingly spectacular.

  The scale of this selection is far greater than that of the adult ceremony last time. After all, the adult ceremony only had boys and girls around 16 years old participating, while this selection is aimed at the younger generation of the entire Mu family.

  On the high platform of the martial arts arena, it was filled with the upper echelons of the clan. Apart from Clan Master Mu Qianlang and Elder Mu Ziwu, all the upper echelons of the Mu Clan were present. Mu Huaiyi, who had not appeared at the last coming-of-age ceremony, sat in the middle of the platform, chatting with Mu Yundao and Mu Chuandao beside him.

  This time, the selection match did not invite the major forces of Mocheng to come and watch, after all, hiding one's strength is also quite important.

  The scene of people mountain people sea and crowded heads shocked Mu Feng, he didn't expect the clan to attach so much importance to this selection match.

  "Mu Feng, how's your preparation going? You've been practicing diligently for some time now." Mu Han Qing patted Mu Feng's shoulder from behind, and the sunlight shining on her lovely face made her look exceptionally delicate and charming, captivating one's heart.

  "It's okay, how about you?" Mu Feng dryly laughed and didn't know why, but every time he met Mu Hanqing, he felt a sense of awkwardness. On the other hand, Mu Hanqing seemed to have let go of his knot and was able to face Mu Feng calmly.

  "This young lady still has self-awareness and won't argue with you guys anymore." Mu Hanqing shook her head, smiling as she spoke.

  What Mu Hanqing said was indeed true. With her current cultivation base in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, she absolutely couldn't enter the top five.

  "Mo Feng, you can pray now. If I encounter you, I will definitely make you unable to live or die."

  While Mu Feng and Mu Han were chatting, in the distant crowd, Mu Cheng was staring at Mu Feng with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

  "The selection match has officially begun!"

  As Pastor Mu's voice rose, the selection match also officially kicked off.