Chapter 1749: :Recovering ancient

Mu Feng's blood force was even more oppressive. She stepped back two steps, shocked to see the blood lines in the heart of Mu Feng's eyebrows. ★ first ★ hair ★ chase ★ book ★ help ★
"Royal!"
This Shura woman finally made a sound and was surprised and happy.
"You, you are also my Shura people? You, you are the royal Shura!"
This Shura woman asked for a surprise.
"Oh, how else would I spend so much money to save you, what is your name? Where is Shura?"
Mu Feng asked.
"My name is Wen Ya. I am a person from the Anyang City to repair the Luo family. However, Wen Jia has already perished. I was Shura who escaped when Wen Jia was destroyed. I accidentally exposed my identity and was captured by the Tian Mo army."
The woman said that she had recovered a pair of Shura blood wings and became a normal person.
The eyebrows are like a curved willow, the face of the melon seeds, the body is slightly thin, and the whole person gives a kind of soft beauty, and it is not the former fierce Shura.
"My name Mu Feng, the royal family Shura, is also the son of the Holy Tribe of Shura. The celestial world has been here until now. When you see the suffering of the same people, you will save you."
Mu Feng laughed and did not hide his identity.
"You, you are the Son of the Lord!"
Wen Ya was shocked to look at Mu Feng, could not believe, said: "The Lord has disappeared for many years, isn't she still alive?"
"Nature is alive, how, gentle, now that you have not gone, let me do things with me."
Mu Feng smiled.
Wen Ya’s eyes are red, and she squats directly.
When you are gentle, you can see the Son, and Wen Ya is willing to follow the Son.

Mu Feng was a glimpse of it. He was surprised to look at Wenya and quickly helped the other party. He said, "You don't doubt my identity? What if I lied to you?"
"Lied to me?"
Wenya smiled and said: "The male Shura in this world, the Shura who grows the horn of God has only the blood of the Lord, or the blood of the Lord, and the royal family is the aristocrat of Shura. I am just a common Shura, and I should surrender."
Mu Feng touched the sharp and sharp blood-stained horn on his head, and smiled slightly. It turned out that this diagonal is still the symbol of his mother's blood.
However, he did not see other Shura sacred.
Mu Feng ruined the royal ring on Wenya's neck and said: "You will live in my house in the future. It is absolutely safe for me."
"Yes!"
Wen Ya whispered, officially staying in Mu Feng's house.
After Wenya left, Mu Feng was heavy in his heart.
Like Shura like Wenya, how many people are slaves?
As a young master of Shura, when can he lead his family to revive?

The road is long and it’s a long way to go.

Mu Feng sighed, at least for now, or to upgrade his strength first.
Without the identity of the Shura, he is just a common immortal of the four-royal wonderland, and he is a crowd in the fairy world.
Mu Feng entered the fairyland, the ancient Yandi Palace, took out the piece of Tiangang Xianjing, and then took out the ancient sword that had not been seen for a long time.
The ancient swords of the cobwebs, from the hilt to the sword bone, the blade of the blade, as if the glass can be broken at any time.
"Kid, you finally think of me."
The ancient Shu Jianling voice said coldly.
"I am sorry, I have found the Nineth Order Iron, Sword Spirit, what can I do to fix you?"
Mu Feng asked, some awkward.
The ancient 煞 is also his longest used weapon to help him defeat too many enemies.

Put the ninth-order fairy iron into the furnace for refining and refining, and I will absorb the fine iron source to repair itself.

The ancient Shu calm.
"Ok."
Mu Feng nodded and then came to the refining room in the ancient palace.
Gu Yan is proficient in four roads and naturally refining.
In the refining room, a red-hot melting furnace with a height of one foot stands in it, and the furnace is engraved with the mysterious pattern, which is a nine-order superior fairy!
There are engraved lines on the ground, and there are 12,000 pieces of slots in the stone.
Mu Feng waved his hand and more than 10,000 pieces of celestial stones flew out and shot into the formation.
boom……!
The center of the array is the location of the furnace. Under the furnace, a blue, blue and purple flame is burned.
This is really famous for the three-flavored real fire, the nine-order fairy fire!
The inside of the furnace also burned three flavors of real fire, and was blessed by the furnace, the power is even more numerous.
This flame is strong, Mu Feng enters the furnace, and can be refining into a front without a moment.
Mu Feng directly cast Tiangang Xianjing and Guzhen directly into the furnace, and the three flavors of real fire burned the Tiangang fine iron and began refining.
In Tiangang Xianjing, there is a stock of the essence of the refined gas, and the ancient cockroach directly absorbed into the body of his sword.
On the sword's body, the trace of the crack recovered at a very slow speed.
Mu Feng was guarding here. After a long period of half a month, this piece of Tiangang Xianjing was completely refining and cleaned, and became an iron waste. The refined gas produced in it was completely absorbed by the ancient scorpion.
The cracks in the ancient swords have recovered a lot. The whole sword, although there are still many cracks, has already produced a hard and sharp gas.
Mu Feng took a trick, and Gu Yu flew back into his hand, frowning: "Why, can't you completely recover?"
"Restoration? Oh, just rely on a piece of broken iron, how is it possible, the essence of the inside of the source allows me to restore some magical powers, can fight, I want to recover as originally, but not one or two can restore iron."
Ancient and ironic.
"Is it impossible to make a sacred iron? Do you still need a iron?"
Mu Feng asked.
"Okay, but now, I don't have to squash in the ring of Qiankun. The fairy under the ninth order, I dare to take a look at it. Boys, I will find more irons in the future, let me recover. My is killing the gods and killing the gods."
The ancient 煞 is proud.
"Which level of gods are you, is it an artifact? And who is your master before? Why do you like to absorb other people's souls?"
Mu Feng asked, Gu Yu used it for so many years, he has not known the origin.
This broken sword was taken from the valley of the Warrior's Hall. Obviously, it is not the real thing.
"Don't worry about my origins, now you are my sword master, the speed of your practice, the talent still makes me satisfied, I am willing to take care of you, otherwise, your current strength, even the one I once sent a sword to resist Can't live, I like to absorb the soul because it can nourish my sword spirit, the last time I helped you kill so many immortals, if not the origin of the soul recovery, I can send some magical power, you still want to save your teacher, dream."
Gucci sneered.
Although Mu Feng heard some uncomfortable feelings in his heart, Gu Yu said it was the truth.
The last time the ancient sword was really amazing, a sword killed dozens of robbing celestial beings. At that time, he himself was cultivated as the realm of talent.
"Gui, as you said, I am your sword master now, you don't say, I don't want to inquire about your secrets, but I also hope that you don't have any bad thoughts to bury me, at least you can help me. Rise, I promise, will definitely let you have a day of complete recovery."