In the garden, the square array of bowstrings and sound waves gathered were filled with a faint blue mist, revealing an indescribable mystery.

The old man in black is the owner of Hongchen Pavilion, staring and listening quietly without any hints or reminders.

After observing and listening for a long time, Tang Xin suddenly flew up and landed on the square formation of bowstrings, and quickly swung around and danced gracefully.

It was a kind of agile body technique, like a butterfly flying, floating away, extremely mysterious.

Wang Chong and Mu Shaoyu turned a blind eye. They were still comprehension. Mu Feng closed his eyes and carefully felt the every move of the bowstring square array, and simulated evolution and updated simultaneously in his body.

Tang Xin had joy on her face, immersed in a joyful atmosphere, her agile body movement became more and more skillful. After a stick of incense, she flew out of the square formation.

At this time, Wang Chong and Mu Shaoyu both shot out, rushed into the square formation, and quickly rushed into the blue mist, as if they were grabbing something.

The old man in black showed a smile on his face, and he was very satisfied with the performance of Tang Xin, Wang Chong and Mu Shaoyu.

Wang Chong got a bow in the square formation, which was small and exquisite, obviously different from the large bow that formed the square formation.

Mu Shaoyu got a wooden ruler, and some runes were carved in vermilion, which looked like treasures.

After the two of them left the bowstring square formation, the sound wave continued, but it became lighter and lighter, and disappeared after a moment.

Mu Feng opened his eyes, looked at the old man in black, and asked, "Why do these bowstrings make sounds?"

Mu Shaoyu cursed: "Idiot, the bowstring vibrates, and a sound will naturally occur."

Mu Feng asked again: "Why is the blue mist produced?"

Wang Chong said: "So what if you know? Ask less if you have nothing to do."

Mu Feng ignored the two of them, still looked at the old man in black, and asked, "Why does the bowstring vibrate? Why is the fog blue, not other colors?"

The old man in black said, "I am just the guardian of this Hongchen Pavilion. You need to ask the person with slingshot for these questions."

Tang Xin said in confusion: "What kind of person with slingshot?"

The old man said: "The Hongchen Pavilion is everywhere, and every city and one pavilion, the sound of bowstrings sounds at the same time, giving birth to a strange fate in the world. Only those who are destined can gather together. Every time the sound of the bowstrings sounds, it is not for no reason, but someone is playing the bowstrings and letting the sound of the bowstrings sound in each Hongchen Pavilion at the same time."

Mu Shaoyu asked, "Who is the one who plays the bowstring?"

Wang Chong asked, "The bow string that you are playing must be a rare treasure."

The old man in black said: "More than one person has the qualification to play bowstrings in the Hongchen Pavilion, most of whom are noble in identities. It is impossible for us guardians to know who it is. If you ask these, what mystery can you understand from it?"

Mu Feng hesitated and said, "I just vaguely sensed a hazy figure, as if it was a woman."

The old man in black changed his face slightly, looked at Mu Feng with complex eyes, and said quietly: "The heart is refined by the world, and the spirit is refined by hundreds of times, but why does he sigh?"

Mu Feng said casually: "If there is no sigh, why should I refine my heart?"

Mu Shaoyu snorted: "Are you talking nonsense, how old are you? How dare you talk about these things?"

Mu Feng was quite unhappy and glared at Mu Shaoyu a few times, thinking about whether he could start with him and get the Resurrection Grass.

Tang Xin looked at Wang Chong and Mu Shaoyu and asked, "You all got one thing just now, what kind of treasure are they?"

Wang Chong raised the thing in his hand proudly. It was an exquisite bow, made of light blue hardware, and it was a spiritual weapon-level treasure bow.

The old man in black said, "That is the Qingyun Bow, an entry-level spiritual weapon. The black iron spectrometer in Mu Shaoyu's hand is also a spiritual weapon of the same level."

"Tang Xin, the body movement you just realized was extraordinary. What is that?"

Mu Shaoyu looked at Tang Xin and asked.

"The Butterfly Shadow of the Breeze."

Tang Xin smiled and was quite happy.

Wang Chong and Mu Shaoyu forgot about each other, looked at each other and smiled at each other, with some disdain.

In their eyes, although Qingfeng Butterfly Shadow's body technique is good, it is not as good as spiritual weapons as the Qingyun Bow and the Xuan Iron Splitter Ruler.

Yunshan City has four major families, namely the Mu family in the west of the city, the Zhao family in the south of the city, the Tang family in the east of the city, and the Wang family in the north of the city. Among them, the Wang family ranks first, the Mu family second, the Zhao family third, and the Tang family fourth.

Mu Feng wanted the Mu family's resurrection grass, but for now, he had not yet thought of a feasible plan.

"Are these bows from Hongchen Pavilion sold outside?"

Mu Feng looked at the square formation and suddenly asked a surprising question.

Mu Shaoyu cursed: "Idiot, this is not a blacksmith shop."

Mu Feng said angrily: "Birds of a feather flock together, who are the people standing with idiots?"

"You dare to talk back?"

Mu Shaoyu was fourteen years old and was a talented boy from the Mu family. He was very talented in cultivation and always had a higher eye than his superiority. How could he take others seriously?

"Dare you dare to scold people?"

Mu Feng was not afraid at all and looked at Mu Shaoyu provocatively.

The old man in black said: "The Hongchen Pavilion mainly refines weapons, and the troops deploying the formation are never sold, but there are separate auctions."

Wang Chong looked at Mu Feng and sneered: "I am really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. A few years old kid dares to talk back here. I really don't know how high the world is."

Mu Shaoyu praised: "If you scold well, you should teach such a wild child a good lesson."

The two of them said Mu Feng as worthless, not because they shared the same hatred of the enemy, but because they were scrambling to express themselves.

Mu Feng looked at Wang Chong and Mu Shaoyu coldly with a stern face.

"It's so sad to have a fool like you in the Hongchen Pavilion."

"What did you say!"

Wang Chong and Mu Shaoyu both scolded him, saying that this little kid dared to scold him in person as a fool, which was unbearable.

"What, do you want to bite people?"

Mu Feng was provoked and secretly observed the reaction of the old man in black.

This is Hongchen Pavilion, not on the street. The old man in black is taciturn, which makes people unable to guess what he thinks.

Tang Xin was watching the show, and she knew very well how Wang Chong and Mu Shaoyu were. If Mu Feng provoked like this, he would definitely be unlucky.

Mu Shaoyu stared at Mu Feng, with a hint of coldness on his handsome face.

"If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm not Mu Shaoyu."

Mu Feng snorted: "This is Hongchen Pavilion, not your family's land."

Mu Shaoyu's eyes changed slightly, but he quickly returned to peace.

"You are a wild child from outside and don't understand etiquette. I'm teaching you a lesson for Senior Luo."

The old man in black is named Luo, and he is the guardian of this Hongchen Pavilion.

Mu Shaoyu taught Mu Feng a lesson under his banner, which was a good excuse.

"It's so sad that you think you're self-righteous after getting a wooden ruler. You don't know what the real mystery is like, and you're still proud of it."

Mu Feng threw down this and turned around and prepared to leave.

Mu Shaoyu flashed and blocked Mu Feng's way and said coldly: "I want to leave like this. Do you think this is a place where you come?"

Wang Chong asked, "What does the real strange fate in your mouth mean?"

Mu Feng mocked, "I ignore any idiots or idiots."

After taking a step forward, Mu Feng was like a ghost, and he avoided Mu Shaoyu and appeared at the gate of Hongchen Pavilion, which was at least thirty feet apart.

Tang Xin exclaimed: "What a quick body move."

Mu Shaoyu said angrily: "It's not that easy to leave."

He jumped up and Mu Shaoyu quickly chased after him.

Wang Chong followed closely and sneered: "Take him down and interrogate him."

The old man in black looked at Mu Feng's back, with contemplation in his eyes, and subconsciously looked at the bowstring square formation.

Tang Xin was full of curiosity and followed her and Hongchen Pavilion quickly returned to peace.

Mu Feng looked back at Mu Shaoyu and said provocatively: "If you can catch up with me, even if you have the ability."

After leaving the yard, Mu Feng's steps were light, which seemed elegance, but in fact he was amazingly fast.

Mu Shaoyu flashed and his body movement was quite fast. He followed Wang Chong and Tang Xin and the three of them locked in Mu Feng in front of him, and there was an invisible comparison.

Apart from the Tianxing Divine Art, the nine-year-old Mu Feng only had a set of nameless boxing techniques, but just now in the Hongchen Pavilion, the sound of the bowstrings made him accidentally understand a unique body technique - Qingtian Wuying!

As the name suggests, this body technique can’t be seen under the blue sky and white sun. It can be seen that the speed is so fast that it has reached an incredible situation.

Mu Feng used his cultivation level of the Condensation Realm to activate his body technique, and his speed was amazing, at least two to three times faster than ordinary body technique.

However, not long after, Mu Shaoyu, Wang Chong and Tang Xin approached Mu Feng because the three of them had a much higher level of cultivation than Mu Feng and were already in the late stage of the Huagang Realm.

"Little hairy boy, you can't escape my palm."

Mu Shaoyu's face showed a cold look, and the true energy in his body accelerated, and his whole body turned into a afterimage and quickly rushed towards Mu Feng.

Feeling the three people approaching, the acupuncture points in Mu Feng's body lit up one by one, and the ninety-nine eighty acupuncture points formed a square array of bow strings, and the sound of bow strings roared in his body.

The Qingtian Shadowless Art is mysterious and magical, not only in terms of body movement, but also in terms of the path of true energy operation.
To be continued...