Martial God Prince

Leng Mufeng was stunned when he heard the old man say that. After a good meeting, he remembered that he had transferred the memory of the dead prince. The past is like a tide in Leng Mufeng's mind.

This man is the prince, but he is a sick prince whose cultivation is only a first-class warrior. His father was the emperor of the guwu empire. He had just died, but he died in the hands of the rebels.

His fiancee is indeed the most beautiful woman in ancient China. She is so beautiful that she is shy of flowers. But tonight, on their wedding night, they colluded with the Zhou family, the Yue family, the Guo family, the Qin family and the Tian family, which were originally the pillars of the ancient Wu empire. They turned against him and wanted to kill him.

Leng Mufeng wanted to cry without tears. How did the hapless Prince mix into this appearance? Seeing that the prince was not crying or laughing, the man asked anxiously: "prince, are you ok?"

"I can't be better!" Leng Mufeng looked up at the man, and his name blurted out: "Tulu, do you have any medicine on you? His grandmother's pain is killing me."

Although Tulu felt that the prince after waking up was quite different from before, he soon found an excuse for Leng Mufeng: the prince must have been beaten by those King Wu level masters, so he became like this.

While sighing for the prince, Tulu carefully applied the wound of lengmufeng with golden sore medicine.

Leng Mufeng saw that Tulu had finished painting for himself, and then he put away the remaining golden sore medicine, just simply bandaged several deep visible bone wounds on his body. Then he said, "Tulu, you can apply all the remaining healing medicine."

From the memory of the prince, Leng Mufeng knows that the cultivation realm of ancient martial arts is divided into warrior, warrior, martial master, martial clan, martial king, martial respect, martial saint, Martial emperor and martial god. Each of the nine realms has nine stages from the first level to the Ninth level.

In front of him, he grew up with the prince. He was a third-class martial arts master at a young age. If Leng Mufeng, a first-class warrior, wants to escape, he can't do without him.

Tulu touched the sore medicine in his arms and said: "prince, Zhou Yu, the grandson, will send someone to chase us. I will keep the sore medicine for the prince. It doesn't matter if I have thick skin."

Leng Mufeng struggled to stand up: "do you want Prince ben to paint it for you? Paint it quickly! If you don't have it, I can buy it again. If you don't have it, can I live? "

Tulu thought about it, too. He took out the ulcer medicine and put it on. Leng Mufeng had a chance to look around. There were more than ten corpses lying on the ground in the distance. The magic weapons scattered on the ground were shining in the moonlight.

This is the outskirts of the God capital of the ancient Wu empire. The city is full of fire and killing. Tulu takes a good medicine for the sores, carries a huge machete and says to Leng Mufeng, "prince, let's go quickly. The city won't last long."

Leng Mufeng thought that he could live a life with a dog and a horse. He didn't know that he was going to die when he came to guwu. He sighed in his heart: it's all life! He and Tulu helped each other and fled to the distance in the dark.

At dawn, they came to the outskirts of Qingyang County, where the whole city was under martial law. Hundreds of murderous guards guarded the four gates and strictly checked the people who came in and out of the city. From time to time, there were practitioners passing from low altitude, obviously searching for their tracks.

In the ancient land of martial arts, when you reach the martial arts realm, you can fly several feet in the air. Leng Mufeng looks at the iron wall in front of you, and doesn't know what to do.

Pulling Tulu to hide in a mountain depression, Leng Mufeng said in a low voice: "Tulu, we need to take a path to avoid pursuing soldiers. Your mountain knife is too conspicuous. It's better to find a place to hide for the time being."

Tulu looked at lengmufeng and the broadsword on his shoulder. He said strangely, "prince, why don't you forget that you have a dragon ring? My mountain knife can be put there."

"Dragon ring?" Leng Mufeng was stunned, and the memory of the prince came. There was a Horcrux level magic weapon in guwu empire. This magic weapon could neither attack nor defend, but it had 300 square meters of storage space. This was the dragon ring that the prince had been wearing.

Leng Mufeng looked up at his left hand. As expected, he was wearing a gold ring on his ring finger. The ring was as lifelike as a circling Golden Dragon.

Leng Mufeng has no reason to feel a sudden pain in her heart. The memory of the prince comes again. This is what the prince prepared for his fiancee Zhang yu'er. Unexpectedly, she betrayed herself on the wedding night.

The prince is still a sentimental seed. Leng Mufeng shakes his head and finds the magic word to open the dragon ring from the prince's memory. After reciting it, the dragon ring suddenly opens.

A space of 300 square meters appeared in front of them. It was glittering, full of spirit stones and pills. The crown prince has been ill since he was young, so there are many rare pills he carries with him.

The cold water from the tuyere suddenly flows out. My darling, I'm really worthy of the crown prince! Looking at the pills which could not be named, but were emitting strange fragrance and various colors, Leng Mufeng trembled with excitement.

A purple light flashed, lengmufeng's eyes were attracted by more than ten magic weapons, and the prince's memory came again: Horcrux!

The magic weapons of guwu are classified from low to high according to the grade: magic weapon, treasure weapon, spirit weapon, magic weapon, holy weapon, immortal weapon, soul weapon, spirit weapon. Among them, entering the soul is the most difficult. To integrate the practitioner's divine knowledge into the immortal artifact perfectly and evolve into the soul artifact, you can use it satisfactorily.There are no more than seven artifact in the whole ancient martial arts continent. The soul artifact is the dream of countless practitioners. Only one artifact can run freely in the ancient martial arts continent.

It's a pity that the prince's cultivation is the lowest level warrior. He doesn't dare to take out more than ten Horcruxes. However, lengmufeng is different. He has Wanyuan Guizong, and his accomplishments can catch up immediately.

Thinking of this, Leng Mufeng said to Tulu in a high spirited way: "throw your machete in and choose a soul artifact to use."

"Prince, the Zhou family knows that once we use these ten pieces of Horcruxes, it's easy to expose our identity."

"Er, I mean when we get higher, you can choose any one to use. Now hide your machete first."

They sneaked over the mountains in the north, bypassed Qingyang County and fled all the way to the southwest.

After escaping for several days, the hungry two came to a cave. Tulu cleaned it up and said to Leng Mufeng, "prince, let's have a rest here for a while. I'll go out and play some game. Don't come out."

Leng Mufeng also wanted to take the opportunity to know what happened to Wanyuan Guizong. He nodded and said, "OK, you must be careful, and don't be found."

"Don't worry, Prince!" Tulu answered and came out of the cave with a machete.

Leng Mufeng sits with his knees crossed, and runs the tiny aura in his body for a week. He finds that there is no blocking, and the meridians are normal. I don't understand why the prince's cultivation is so weak. There are so many precious pills in the dragon ring. If you take any of them, you will have more aura than now.

Shaking his head, he didn't adjust the prince's memory for the time being to find out the reason. Leng Mufeng closed his eyes and meditated, slowly feeling the Wanyuan Guizong left by the old man.

When people are running for their lives, they will definitely be forced out of their full potential. They have never been settled or even practiced. When they are so hungry, they will soon enter a state of deep meditation, and the light in their mind will become brighter and brighter.

"Thousands of Dharma formulas are inseparable from one source, extremely empty and quiet, and all sources belong to the family..." Suddenly the light burst out, and countless golden words appeared in lengmufeng's mind.

Seemingly chaotic, but orderly, the golden words flying around in my mind disappeared one by one in the sea of consciousness, deeply remembered by lengmufeng.

So it is, "Wanyuan Guizong" is really wonderful. Leng Mufeng sighs from time to time and completely immerses himself in it.

I don't know that after a long time, Leng Mufeng finally opened his eyes and found that Tulu was staring at himself with big eyes like a pair of copper bells. There was a rabbit under his feet, and the blood had dried up.

Leng Mufeng was startled: "what are you doing?"

"Prince, can you practice?"

"No, well, I'm trying to practice."

"What was the result?" Tulu's big eyes sparkled with hope.

Leng Mufeng felt goose bumps all over his body and comforted him: "it seems to have an effect. By the way, how long have you been back?"

"Has it worked?" Tulu jumped up and said, "I said that heaven will not be so cruel to you." Tulu walked around excitedly, completely forgetting the problem behind Leng Mufeng.

Leng Mufeng was about to ask him about the prince's cultivation. Suddenly, the sound of breaking the air came from outside.

Tulu quickly wiped away the blood in the cave, holding a rabbit in one hand and a cold shower in the other, and hid behind a huge stone, holding his breath and not daring to move.

A figure quickly swept to the outside of the cave and stopped. It seemed that he was observing the situation in the cave. After stopping for a long time, he flew away and scared them into a cold sweat. After waiting for half an hour, there was no movement outside, so he ran out of the cave in a hurry and fled to the southwest.

He fled for more than a month in confusion. During this period, he was almost found by the practitioners who were passing by at low altitude for several times, which was extremely dangerous.

On this day, they came to Mengxian, a small remote county. Their clothes were already in tatters and they were dressed in animal skins.

Compared with other counties, it's much quieter here. Leng Mufeng said, "go in and buy two pieces of clothes to change into. After two days of wearing this boar skin, the prince will become a boar."

Tulu turned his mouth and said, "who yelled at me to kill that wild boar?"

"The prince is afraid of starving you, his grandmother's. He eats half a wild boar of Laozi. How can you eat it like that?"

"Didn't you know I could eat since you were a child?"

“……”

Two people quarrel to enter Mengxian. Mengxian has a small population, but it has all kinds of internal organs, including wine shops, inns, grain shops and pawnshops.

As they walked in the street, they covered their noses and found a tailor shop. They came in.

"Shopkeeper, give us two clean clothes." Leng Mufeng shouts,

when a small man hears that the business is coming, he trots all the way from inside: "Sir, you Well The shopkeeper was almost knocked down by two people.

Leng Mufeng didn't blame him either. He took out a ingot of silver and put it on the counter: "get us two clean clothes and go hunting in the mountains for a long time. Don't blame it, don't blame it!"

As soon as the shopkeeper saw the silver, his two small eyes suddenly let out light: "understand, understand! Why don't you wash it inside and change into casual clothes to choose from"That's a good feeling. It's a lot of nagging."

Cold Mufeng, Tulu followed the shopkeeper into the inner courtyard, a painful wash, put on a dry casual clothes came out.

The shopkeeper looked at them and said, "you two are not mortals. In addition to ordinary clothes, the shop also has leather armor made of monster skins. They are very protective. They are just suitable for hunting in the mountains. I don't know if you are interested."

"Oh, how much silver?" Leng Mufeng asked,

"the first level monster's 52 sets, the second level monster's 12 sets."

Leng Mufeng gave him just twenty liang of silver, enough for a small family to live for a year. No way, who let the prince not carry the habit of silver coins, this is the smallest ingot of silver in the dragon ring.

Tulu copper bell general big eyes immediately staring round: "have you cheated us, a second level monster skin which has so expensive?"

"You two, this is the fur of the second level monster ChiYan tiger. It's extremely flexible, and it's hard to hurt yourself with common magic weapons." As the shopkeeper said, he took out two pieces of golden leather armor.

Leng Mufeng reached out and touched it. It was really tough: "OK, shopkeeper, we'll take these two." Leng Mufeng is on the run after all, and the shopkeeper is a local snake. Leng Mufeng is so generous that he says, "OK, OK! Two gentlemen, please put them in Said the shopkeeper's smile, a will that a ingot of silver collected.

Leng Mufeng pulls Tulu in to change clothes. They just take off. Suddenly, a pale young man with four warriors breaks into the tailor's shop.

"He Laoliu, have you met these two people?" The young man took out two portraits and put them in front of he Laoliu.