Chapter Twenty-Four: The Mysterious Iron Plaque

  In the mountains and forests, a young figure's fists danced wildly, sweat flying everywhere. Although he was already showing signs of fatigue, the youth showed no intention of stopping.

  This continued for two hours, until a punch directly knocked down a small tree next to him, and the young man finally withdrew his fist and stood up.

  This figure was Mu Feng who was practicing outside the Luoxia mountain range.

  "This set of Willow Fist I should have completely mastered, right?" Murong Feng muttered to himself, now his understanding of the essence and meaning of Willow Fist was no less than that of Murong Chengzhi, and even more profound.

  If he learns another set of attacking palm techniques from his father, combined with the willow-shaped fist, it will definitely increase its power. His father's shattered golden palm looks good, and Mufeng is making small calculations in his heart.

  Indeed, the Willow-Leaf Fist is a lower-grade martial art under the Huang Jie level. Although it can be practiced to great perfection and compared to mid-grade Huang Jie martial arts, its defense is abundant but its offense is still somewhat lacking. If there were another fierce and powerful fist or palm technique to complement it, its power would certainly increase greatly.

  Just as he was thinking of how to get his hands on that set of Golden Palm, a commotion broke out in the woods.

  "Huh?" The young man's curiosity got the better of him and he couldn't resist the temptation to head towards the source of the commotion.

  Through a gap in the bushes, a middle-aged man wearing gray clothes was being surrounded and attacked by three men in green clothes.

  "You can't escape now, quickly hand over the Blood Yuan Secret Manual." The leader of the green-clad men said, as his large knife simultaneously chopped towards the grey-clad man.

  Four people constantly intersected, their shadows flashing, and the powerful Xuanli storm burst out in all directions, blowing away the dust on the ground. In the sky above, it seemed as if a muddy rain was falling.

  Master of high spiritual energy!

  Mo Feng could tell at a glance that the four of them were all masters in the Hua Qi realm, and the gray-clothed man's cultivation was not weaker than his own father, Mo Chengzhi.

  However, the three men in green robes were quite powerful, and the three of them had a very tacit understanding between their steps and moves, obviously not the first time they had joined forces to fight an enemy.

  In no time, the man in gray was at a disadvantage, with two knives stuck in his chest and abdomen.

  "You'd better surrender now, otherwise you'll be begging for death later." The man in the green robe said with a sinister tone.

  The man in grey clothes surprisingly didn't seem to hear his words, and the large knife in his hand swung even faster, dancing out a white blade aura that surrounded himself.

  The white blade aura enveloped the gray-clothed man, and a shocking scene appeared. The gray-clothed man's momentum suddenly surged violently, and his profound energy also became much more robust. The white blade aura gradually showed red spots, and finally turned into a bloody red color.

  The three besieged men in green robes had expressions that became extremely solemn.

  "Everyone be careful, this guy has used the Blood Yuan Secret..." The man in green clothes hadn't even finished speaking when he was already split in two by a bloody knife.

  The other two men in green were shocked. They had not expected that the grey-clothed man's use of the Blood Origin Secret Scripture would actually increase his strength by several times, and he was now infinitely close to the Shaping Realm.

  The two also felt a sense of fear, seeing the man in green clothes being split in half, they wanted to turn around and escape, but the bloody knife edge wrapped them tightly, not letting them escape.

  With just five moves, the two men in green clothes were cut into two pieces by the blood-colored knife of the man in gray clothes, and fresh blood splashed everywhere, making Mu Feng watch with a shocked heart.

  Since crossing over, Mu Feng had never seen such a bloody scene before. His heart was racing wildly, but he didn't dare to move and could only hold his breath, afraid of being discovered by the man in gray.

  The man in grey clothes killed three people and then knelt down on the ground, his right hand holding a big knife that was stuck in the ground, his heavy breathing indicating that he wasn't doing well either.

  The man in grey clothes didn't look fierce at all, but rather somewhat kind. However, the tattered grey robe was now stained with blood, and he had become a bloody person. There were two deep wounds on his chest and abdomen, from which fresh blood continued to flow out.

  "Who?" The man in gray clothes raised his head, discovered Mu Feng hiding behind the grass, and with a strong kick, he rushed over, slashing his knife towards Mu Feng's head. On the blade, there was a faint blood-red glow flashing.

  Although the man in grey was seriously injured, this knife came with a fierce momentum and an overwhelming aura. If Mufeng had taken it head-on, he would have been split into two halves.

  "Oh no, I've been found out!"

  Mo Feng secretly cursed in his heart, seeing the opponent's figure extremely fast, he could only roll on the spot and narrowly avoided the gray-clothed man's fierce attack.

  However, the profound energy aura emitted by the Big Blade still shook Mu Feng, causing his blood to churn and a wave of sweetness to surge up his throat.

  Although the man in grey was seriously injured, his cultivation base and Qi transformation were far from being a little bit different.

  "Huh?"

  The man in grey only then realized that the person before him was actually a fourteen or fifteen year old youth, and his tense nerves also relaxed, but the pain from the wounds on his body caused him to furrow his brow again.

  "Hiss!"

  The man in grey took a deep breath of cold air and asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"

  Mo Feng estimated the opponent's strength, which should be at the peak of the Hua Qi realm's small completion, similar to his own father. Although the opponent was severely injured, he was still a high-ranking expert in the Hua Qi realm, and with his current strength, Mo Feng would not be able to escape unscathed from his hands.

  Thinking of this, Mu Feng didn't plan to escape, but he also didn't respond. His eyes sized up his opponent instead.

  "Aren't you a member of the Zhu family? Where is this place?" The man in gray robes asked tentatively, but the previous slash had caused his wound to split even wider, with more blood flowing out, making his entire face deathly pale.

  "What's Zhu family? I don't know. This is Red Maple Town." Mu Feng shook his head, he didn't feel any killing intent from the other person, but still gazed at the gray-clothed man with great vigilance.

  "Maple Town?" The man in gray clothes repeated in a low voice, suddenly asking: "Isn't this the Grand Rock Dynasty?"

  This person is actually not from the Da Wu Dynasty? Mu Feng was also slightly surprised in his heart.

  "This is the Great Wu Dynasty." Murong told the man in gray clothes.

  Upon hearing Mu Feng's response, the man in grey also let out a sigh of relief. However, this momentary relaxation was followed by a surge of intense pain that spread throughout his body, causing him to feel dizzy and eventually pass out.

  Mo Feng saw a man in gray clothes suddenly fall to the ground, and didn't know if there was any trickery involved. To be on the safe side, it's better to let go and not get involved.

  Mufeng was about to leave when the tattoo on his right palm suddenly became extremely hot, and a mysterious power seemed to be pulling him towards the man in grey.

  This power was extremely mysterious, causing Mu Feng to involuntarily come to the side of the gray-clothed man.

  Actually, Mu Feng wanted to resist this power and it wasn't impossible, but this was the first time he saw Xiang Ling react, so he wanted to know what Xiang Ling wanted to do, so he didn't resist this power.

  If it weren't for the sudden movement of the talisman today, Mu Feng almost forgot about the pattern on his right palm, which had previously been unresponsive no matter how he manipulated it.

  Mufeng came to the side of the gray-clothed man, the pattern in his palm became even more scorching hot, pulling Mufeng's right hand into the gray-clothed man's bosom.

  When the right palm felt a piece of iron plate in the bosom of the man in gray, the scorching heat of the pattern in the palm slowly disappeared, and finally the pattern returned to calmness.

  It seems that the symbol is looking for this iron plaque, Mu Feng guessed in his heart.