Mu Feng was silent. The current him still couldn't truly appreciate the sadness of things changing and people changing.
Miao Lao took a sip of tea and said: "Your talent, this Beiyuanyu is not your stage. When you go out, you will know how big this world is. Beiyuanyu is too small."
"Old Miao, what kind of world is it outside the Beiyuan domain?"
Mu Feng couldn't help asking curiously.
Hearing this, Mr. Miao looked slightly far-sighted, and said, "Beiyuan Territory is just a corner of the Zhou Wu Dynasty. It is a remote place. The Zhou Wu Dynasty had a vast territory and was divided into eight states. Jurisdiction of Muzhou in the state"
However, in the Zhou Wu Dynasty, there were countless overlord forces. Among these overlord forces, monks and warriors in the Yuandan realm were mostly savages. The martial arts king who takes the moon, the giant of the ages, you say, what is the Beiyuan domain? "
Miao Lao said, Mu Feng was shocked when he heard the words, Miao Lao's words seemed to open a magnificent door to the world for him.
Wu Zhou Dynasty! Practitioners of Yuan Dan are more likely to spend their time, and those who are strong in the spiritual sea realm can be regarded as number one!
What about him? What is he now, an ant? maybe!
Mu Feng was shocked, and Miao Lao said again: "If you killed Nan Ling, the Northern Palace behind Nan Ling will definitely not let you go. You are still young, and you still have a lot of time in Tianyun Academy, so practice hard. In the future, if you have enough strength to leave the Northern Yuan Domain and come back when you have achieved it, what is the Northern Palace with absolute strength? In the Zhou Wu Dynasty, a power like the Northern Palace can only barely enter the third rate."
Mu Feng knew what Miao Lao meant, and told him not to confront the Northern Prince's Mansion head-on right now was out of concern.
"Juniors remember the teachings of their predecessors"
Mu Feng nodded.
"Well, your current strength is higher than that of the Sixth Academy Grand Competition. Even if you can't make it into the top ten, I'm afraid you can still achieve good results.
Although the Beiyuan domain is small, there are still many talented people. You can get to know them well when the time comes. Remember, the foundation is very important when you practice steadily and steadily. It is not a good thing for your realm to improve too fast. Practice is also very important”
Miao Lao said eloquently, as if he was teaching his juniors, and Mu Feng had no intention of being impatient with this.
There are some secret methods in the cultivation world to quickly improve the realm, but they are not good for the foundation. When they practice to a high place, most of them fall under the power of the heavenly calamity, because the foundation is not stable.
Mu Feng's realm improved too fast, and Mr. Miao also thought that Mu Feng had practiced some kind of unorthodox way, so he gave this admonition.
But how did he know the magic of the ancient Asura Sutra.
After sitting with Mr. Miao for half a day, Mu Feng resigned and left the Scripture-Depository Pavilion.
And Miao Lao looked at Mu Feng's back, his eyes were far-reaching.
At this moment, Dean Chen Feng came out from a side hall and looked at Mu Feng's back as he left.
"Old Miao, did you choose him?"
Chen Feng said in a low voice.
"I can't be sure yet, he and Wei Yiyun are both good students, as for who to choose, let's make a conclusion after watching the Sixth Academy Competition."
Miao Lao stroked his white beard and said lightly.
"Well, Wei Yiyun is also good. Although this Mu Feng's talent is also amazing, but I think this kid is too hard-edged and won't bear it. He is not a person who can achieve great things."
Chen Feng said.
"Know your mind and see your nature, and act according to your heart. Martial arts are against the sky. If you don't have a heart that defies the sky, how can you achieve great things?"
Miao Lao got up and said calmly, and left the hall...
After Mu Feng went back, a large group of Mu family disciples had gathered at his residence, all of them were still excitedly talking about the matter of Mu Feng killing Nanling just now.
"Brother Feng, don't be too handsome with that shot, haha, Nan Ling's bastard, this time he will finally go to hell"
Mu Kuang laughed.
"Yeah, it's too much to relieve hatred. My Mu family has been suppressed by the Northern Palace for so many years, and this time I finally gave them a knife, to relieve anger and hatred!"
Mu Fan also laughed and said.
"In the past, Nan Ling used tricks to separate me and caused me to make a big mistake. Now this thief has finally got what he deserves."
Mu Qing also said bitterly that it was because of Nan Ling that he almost killed Bai Ziyue. If Mu Feng hadn't forgiven him generously, he would be a useless person in the Mu family's family prison now.
"Everyone, don't be too happy. Xiao Feng killed Nan Ling, and Nan Hao must be furious. I think he might attack the family."
Mu Linger frowned and said that she was not as optimistic as everyone else.
"Hey, what are you afraid of, sister Ling'er, isn't the family protected by the Hall of Master Wen? Don't tell me the old thief from Nanhao dares to risk offending the Hall of Master Wen to attack our Mu family?"
Mu Kuang said indifferently.
"When a person is angry, he can do anything. The family doesn't have to worry, but we have to worry more about ourselves. Nan Hao's revenge is inevitable."
Mu Feng's face was slightly condensed, and everyone saw that Mu Feng said so, and they also put away their frivolity in their hearts.
"There is still a period of time before the Grand Competition of the Sixth Academy. Everyone is practicing hard, and it is the best to be able to break into the Tianyun Ranking. Only when we are strong, the Mu family can not be afraid of any challenges. Do you understand?"
"It's the young master!"
Everyone shouted in unison.
Nanling Kingdom
A figure pierced through the air, and Zhao Hengfei flew towards the capital of Nanling, holding a cold corpse in his arms.
Zhao Heng looked ugly, and flew directly to Nanling Palace to meet Nan Hao.
In the resplendent hall, Nan Hao, who was wearing a yellow dragon robe, trembled slightly. There was a terrifying anger brewing in his eyes. He looked at the corpse in the hall, and his voice was extremely cold.
"Here, what's going on? Zhao Heng?"
"My lord, Nanling was killed by Mu Feng. I tried to stop him, but I was stopped by the elders of Tianyun Academy."
Zhao Heng said in a low voice, feeling a little afraid of Nan Hao now.
"Mu Feng! Mu Feng, you are talking nonsense, how could Mu Feng have the ability to kill Ling'er!"
Nan Hao roared, rushed down the hall, and grabbed Zhao Heng's neck, like an enraged lion.
"Ahem, it's true. Mu Feng grew up too fast. The two of them fought to the death. His Highness Nanling was killed by him. Everyone in Tianyun Academy knows."
Zhao Heng blushed and said hastily.
"Mu Feng! Mu Feng!"
Nan Hao was startled and angry, and threw Zhao Heng away, his eyes burning with rage.
Although he doesn't have only one son, Nan Ling, but he is most interested in Nan Ling, and regards him as his future successor. Now, his favorite son has been killed, and Nan Hao, whose city is as deep as the sea, I couldn't bear it anymore.
"Wang, Mu Feng has grown too fast. In my opinion, if you don't get rid of it, it will become a serious problem."
Duan Qianmou said in a low voice.
"Is it up to you to say that? Mu Feng, you dare to kill this king's beloved son, then this king will use your entire Mu family to bury my son!"
Nan Hao exuded a berserk and murderous aura.
"Come here, send an order to the Northern Army Camp to send my troops to the Mu Mansion!"
(end of this chapter)