Mu Feng also walked over with a gloomy expression. The assassination just now was obviously aimed at him.
"Feng'er, did your shoulder hurt?"
Seeing that Mu Feng's shoulder was stained red with blood, Mu Chen asked worriedly.
"I was shot by the sleeve arrow and injured my bones, uncle, can you see where these assassins come from?"
Mu Feng asked.
Mu Chen lifted the assassin's veil and found that his face was full of old scars, and he could no longer see his face. He shook his head and said: "These people are trained dead soldiers, and there are all powerful families, and these people With a low level of cultivation and only in the Purple Mansion, it is difficult to find out the history."
The Purple Mansion Realm is just an entry point to practice, and there are countless people in the whole country. The mastermind who chose the Purple Mansion Realm's assassin obviously had this consideration in mind.
But Mu Feng paused, looked at the knife in the assassin's hand, and searched the assassin's body, but found nothing that could prove his identity.
"Although I don't know who sent it, but there are not many people in the capital who want to kill me."
Mu Feng thought to himself, he already had a rough idea of who was going to kill him, and at this time the army had already come to collect the corpse.
"Feng'er, go back and recuperate, don't take today's matter too seriously"
Mu Chen looked at the silent Mu Feng and sighed.
"Don't worry bro, I'm fine"
Mu Feng smiled lightly, then he hesitated for a while, and said again: "Uncle, just ask for that corpse for me, I'll be useful."
"Well, I'll have someone bring it to you later"
Mu Chen nodded, thinking that Mu Feng wanted to investigate the corpse.
"Come here, escort Master Feng and other disciples back to the family."
"yes"
Mu Feng and others were escorted away, and many people were still talking about the assassination just now.
Many smart people can easily see that the assassination just now was completely aimed at Mu Feng.
But Mu Chen squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Heng who was on the admissions platform. There was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Zhao Heng, I hope you won't show up in the capital after two years, otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel..."
Of course, he also knew about the bet between Mu Feng and Zhao Heng outside the court, and Mu Chen, who regarded Mu Feng as his own son, had already murdered Zhao Heng.
"It seems that some people can't wait to attack my Mu family, and I have to deploy some backup..."
Mu Chen turned and left the square.
But on the tall building outside the venue, Nan Hao's face was a little cold.
"Is this what you said was foolproof?"
"this… "
Duan Qianmou said, he didn't expect Mu Feng's cultivation to be so flexible, and he could last until Mu Chen appeared.
"Hmph, all the Dizi No. 10 teams who participated in the assassination today were killed. Even a cripple can't deal with it. I don't have cripples under my command."
Nan Hao waved his sleeves and left the building.
Duan Qianmou wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and hurriedly followed.
After Mu Feng returned to Mu's house, the pharmacist bandaged his wound. Perhaps the assassin was too conceited, and there was no poison on the arrow.
And Mu Feng returned to live in Danxin Yayuan, not long after, two Mu family guards carried a corpse covered in white cloth to Danxin Yayuan.
After the two guards left, Mu Feng closed the courtyard door and sat cross-legged beside the corpse.
He begged for the corpse, of course, for the blood in it to practice the ancient Shura scriptures and reshape the Yuanmai.
Today's assassination and insult also made Mu Feng more aware of the crisis situation he was facing now.
Today, he and the entire Mu family are in a storm. Only with strong strength can he have the power to protect himself.
Running the exercises of the Ancient Shura Sutra, put both hands on top of the corpse, and an invisible energy flowed into the corpse. The blood in the corpse boiled and burned into a blood-colored airflow that passed through the palms and poured into the corpse. Mu Feng's body.
Under the nourishment of the blood energy, the broken Yuanmai recovered and healed little by little.
And inside the corpse, in his dantian, there were six drops of pale golden blood suspended in the corpse's Zifu dantian.
This is blood!
After cultivating six drops of blood essence, it can also be seen that the man's realm before his death was almost at the sixth level of the Purple Mansion, the peak of the mid-heaven position, and the next step is the seventh level of the Purple Mansion. Stepping into the ninth level of the Purple Mansion is for the great heaven bit.
These six drops of blood contained much more energy than ordinary blood. These six drops of blood burned and turned into a surge of blood that poured into Mu Feng's body.
The fourth Yuanmai is healing at an astonishing speed, one-third, one-half!
Soon, the fourth Yuanmai fully recovered.
However, the energy of the six drops of blood essence has not been exhausted, and the fifth Yuanmai is also recovering at a terrifying speed. The restored Yuanmai is also blood red, strong, tough, and has a huge volume.
Two hours later, Mu Feng exhaled a long breath of white air, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
Six of the primordial veins in his body have recovered!
Moreover, the six vitality veins are filled with pure milky white vitality.
The vitality is all milky white, unless after cultivating to the Purple Mansion Realm and choosing some attribute martial arts, the vitality released outside will only have the attribute color.
It is worth mentioning that most of the injury on his shoulder has recovered, and he has started to heal and grow new flesh.
"This Desolate Ancient Shura Sutra is too powerful. At this speed, as long as I absorb the blood energy of two purple mansion warriors, I can cultivate to the point where I can recover my nine primordial veins."
Mu Feng muttered to himself, his eyes were full of joy, he clenched his fists, and amidst the surge of vitality, the feeling of great power surged into his heart again.
Although he was only at the sixth level of Yuanmai, he was far behind him before, but he believed that he would not be afraid to fight against the eighth level of Yuanmai, and the martial arts at the ninth level.
Of course, this technique was too evil, and he didn't dare to tell his uncle, otherwise his uncle would be so excited to kill two purple mansion warriors for Mu Feng to practice.
"Father, my son has a heaven-defying chance, don't worry, your revenge, my son will definitely avenge you, and the 200,000 Mu Family Army brothers will definitely not die in vain!"
Thinking of his father, Mu Feng's heart is filled with infinite motivation. He wants to take revenge, to avenge his father and the 200,000 Mu Family Army! Then he can't relax for a moment.
Mu Feng then dragged the withered corpse to the backyard. In the fire pit where debris was burned, a fire ignited the corpse.
The flames shone on the young man's resolute face, and there was a trace of scarlet in the depths of his eyes. He will embark on a road full of bones, a road of killing and Shura's revenge!
After burning the corpse, Mu Feng took out his saber and practiced in the backyard, using the military combat skill he knew before, the wind saber technique, one by one.
His figure was like an agile cheetah, and his saber was as fast as a gust of wind, stirring up the withered and fallen leaves in the courtyard.
He dare not relax a little bit, the road of the strong, three points depends on talent, three points depends on chance, and four points depends on hard work.
(end of this chapter)