The Ancient Vast Realm

What puzzled him even more was that since Feng Xuan was a spirit witch, and a spirit witch who had reached the spiritual level, why did he still participate in the warrior's trial? You know, he found that Feng Xuan's bone age was not fake at all.

In other words, the other party not only reached the peak of the blood level in martial arts, but also reached the amazing spiritual level in witchcraft. Although he did not investigate too carefully to prevent exploring other people's privacy, he could still faintly feel that Feng Xuan's soul strength seemed extremely powerful.

A witchcraft genius and a martial arts genius, naturally the witchcraft genius is more valued by the holy land. He didn't understand what Feng Xuan was thinking.

"This, to be honest with you, the deacon, I just broke through to the spiritual level in this secret realm. I was not a witch cultivator at the spiritual level before. As for the trial, I still think that the martial arts trial is more suitable for me."

Feng Xuan said respectfully. Of course, he couldn't say that the main reason was that he was attracted by the ability to slaughter wild beasts and collect souls in the warrior trial.

"Forget it, this is your freedom, but according to my observation, although your soul is still very powerful, it has suffered some soul injuries. If you don't take care of it, I'm afraid there will be endless troubles. The Holy Land will not easily take out precious soul secret medicine to treat you, but if you can worship a great witch as your teacher, it won't be a big deal!"

Mu Yuan stroked his white beard slightly, looked at Feng Xuan with a flickering look, and said meaningfully.

He naturally didn't want to take Feng Xuan as his apprentice himself, although he wanted to do so very much, but this kind of genius who has walked two paths in less than 20 years of age is not something he can teach, but he can recommend it to his teacher.

With his teacher's realm, it is certainly more than enough to teach Feng Xuan. If this can be accomplished, both Feng Xuan and the teacher will definitely remember his kindness.

With the teacher's temper, it is naturally very tempting to receive his reward.

Feng Xuan naturally heard what the other party meant, and smiled bitterly.

The other party didn't know that he had a bronze space, so he wanted to use this soul injury as a breakthrough, but he didn't know that for him, this level of soul injury was nothing compared to the soul essence.

The so-called soul secret medicine was really pitifully low in temptation to him.

The most important thing was that Feng Xuan had already determined his purpose when he came to this holy land.

"This... Senior... I appreciate your kindness, but I still need to think about it." Feng Xuan apologized to Mu Yuan with a wry smile.

"It doesn't matter, it should be like this. I don't know what your surname is, this shouldn't be a secret!"

Mu Yuan's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he still didn't give up.

"Boy Feng Xuan, from Canglan Mountains"

Feng Xuan said frankly, this kind of information would be known by the other party as soon as he checked, and it was impossible to hide it at all. Naturally, he told the other party openly to avoid making people unhappy.

"Oh, Canglan Mountains, the remote place close to the ancient land of Southern Wilderness, not bad! You are just suffering from blood loss, you just need to recuperate for a while, the rest is fine"

After hearing what Feng Xuan said, Mu Yuan knew where the Canglan Mountains were after a brief thought. It was a marginal place close to the human race's territory.

He was even happier to hear this. A kid from such a place naturally had no knowledge and complicated background. Wouldn't it be easy to take him down if his teacher showed a little power? He closed his eyes slightly and waved to drive him away.

When Feng Xuan saw the other party like this, a black line flashed across his forehead, and then he bowed and said goodbye, leaving the place with the white-armored guards.

After the two left, Mu Yuan, who had closed his eyes to regulate his breath, immediately opened his eyes, quickly took out a silver communication disc from his arms, input the information he knew into it, and then let go of the disc and watched it turn into a stream of light and escape in an instant.

"Well, I have done what I should do. The rest is up to you, teacher."

Mu Yuan turned his head and looked at Feng Xuan's back as he left. He still felt a little sad. A spiritual wizard who was less than 20 years old was also a powerful martial artist. What a terrible talent.

Feng Xuan and the white-armored guard left together for only a hundred meters. The white-armored guard seemed to have a strange expression on his face, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just said to Feng Xuan:

"Okay, since there is nothing serious, you should leave here, go back and recuperate first, and gather here early tomorrow morning. The Holy Land will arrange a place for you."

The white-armored guard left in a hurry without waiting for Feng Xuan to reply. Obviously, there was something else he needed to do.

Feng Xuan watched the other party leave, and then slowly turned around and walked towards the gathering place where he and others lived. Along the way, he saw some geniuses suddenly appear, obviously sent out by the order of the secret realm.

Feng Xuan looked at the Secret Realm Order in his hand, and his consciousness sank into it. He suddenly felt that the huge space in the Secret Realm Order was almost filled up, and he didn't know how many insect and beast corpses there were.

Feng Xuan's eyes showed a hint of excitement. The Secret Realm Order space was only a part of it. There were also some insects and beasts at the peak level of the Breathing Realm that he threw into the bronze space. He was ready to wait until his body's rejection was reduced before refining them, until he reached the limit of the Zang-Yang Realm, and then seek the opportunity to break through to the Half-Step Essence Storage Realm.

The so-called Half-Step Realm is a state that can truly reach a limit, and not every cultivator can have this opportunity.

Most martial artists only break through from the peak of the Blood Qi Stage directly to the Hidden Essence Stage, thus wasting this opportunity to continue to strengthen their foundation.

With Feng Xuan's personality, he naturally did not want to give up this opportunity, and he had a feeling that although he had only just broken through to the peak of the Blood Qi Stage not long ago, after what happened before, he was not far from the Half-Step Stage.

Unconsciously, Feng Xuan had walked back to the gathering place where everyone lived. There were already many young figures walking around here. When they saw Feng Xuan, most of them seemed a little surprised and puzzled.

Feng Xuan felt a little confused, but he didn't care too much. When he walked back to the door of his stone house, he suddenly found several figures squatting or standing at the door of his room, smiling at him.

Feng Xuan saw that among the few people, except for Jing Qiongxue who was still wearing a thick black fur and couldn't see anything wrong, even Chi Longyun looked a little miserable.

Under his loose blood-stained robe, one arm was wrapped in white medicine cloth and hung directly in front of him, with a helpless look on his cold face.

As for the rest of the people, they were all tightly bandaged, obviously they were all seriously injured in this battle.

Bei Li Kuang's upper body was wrapped in medicine cloth, and he was a little surprised to see Feng Xuan walking back like this.

"Why is it that Brother Feng, you are obviously injured and have not healed yet, but there is no messenger from the Holy Land to bandage your injuries?"

As soon as he said this, Feng Xuan noticed that although the small scars on his body had healed after the treatment of Deacon Mu Yuan, there were several larger wounds that had not been completely healed. It was just that the wounds had scabs and stopped bleeding.

Feng Xuan looked at the tightly bandaged medicine cloths on the bodies of several people, and then looked at himself walking back like this, and suddenly understood what the geniuses were looking at in surprise.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little depressed.

At the same time, Butler Muyuan had just treated a genius who was sent here and bandaged his wound carefully. Seeing the genius leave with thanks as if he was flattered, his originally smiling face suddenly frowned, as if something was wrong.

"Did I forget something?"