Global source gas evolution

Chapter 188
In the conference room, the four elders of the Spirit Realm tribe breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the leader's face turned slightly better, and sent grateful glances to Mu Tuo.

Speaking of which, the four elders were not to blame for not being able to recruit people this year. The main reason was that Mushan was abolished too suddenly, which made it much more difficult for them to recruit practitioners at the ninth level of receiving energy.

Moreover, it was a sudden event, and they were not given much time to respond, so they would naturally be caught off guard and somewhat unable to deal with it.

If the Mushan incident happened earlier, the Chisun tribe could also advance the recruitment time, so that they would not face the current predicament.

"Father, Brother Mu Feng is not simply at the eighth level of Na Qi. He slapped to death a long snake with the seventh level of Qi with his bare hands." Mu Tuo showed Mu Feng's record.

"Oh?" The middle-aged man originally had a slightly better face, but after hearing Mu Tuo's description, he couldn't help but feel refreshed.

In the conference room, the two young people who were not interested in Lin Feng at first also began to look at Lin Feng carefully.

These two people are at the ninth level of Naqi, and they are not very old. They naturally have their own pride. Although Lin Feng's performance at the peak of the eighth level of Qi is not weak, it is not as good as them, so they did not give it to them. Lin Feng paid too much attention and attention, and did not regard Lin Feng as a player of their level.

However, when Mu Tuo told Lin Feng's record, the two young men were surprised, because even they were not sure how to kill a long snake with seven levels of Qi with two palms.

The eyes of the four spirit realm elders in the meeting room also brightened. According to Mu Tuo, Lin Feng's combat strength can basically be regarded as a practitioner of the ninth level of Qi, which can alleviate the current urgent need a little.

"Brother Mu Feng has a strong physical body. Although the cultivation of origin qi is less than the ninth level, the powerful physical strength makes his combat power comparable to that of the ninth level of Na Qi." Mu Tuo was very excited. He knew that he had solved the problem for his father. Some pressing questions.

"It turned out to be like this." The middle-aged man seemed to be in a better mood, and looked at Lin Feng with a pleasing expression: "My little friend seems to have reached the peak of the eighth level of Na Qi, and there is a suitable pill in my tribe that can help you break through. How about giving it to a little friend?"

Lin Feng showed emotion when he heard the words, but after hesitating for a while, he refused: "Thank you for the kindness of the leader, but I don't dare to accept the gift from the leader because I haven't made any achievements."

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, a little puzzled, he could see that the practitioner named Mu Feng had moved, but for some reason, he refused again.

Mu Tuo's expression changed, he probably guessed Lin Feng's thoughts, so he said directly: "Mu Ling, take brother Feng down and settle down."

"Okay." Mu Ling nodded and said.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man pondered for a while, and then said, "Wood Lion, Mu Ning, you go with Ling'er too, just in time for the three of you to get acquainted."

"What's going on with this Mufeng?" The middle-aged man saw this.

Mu Tuo smiled and explained Mu Feng's situation.

"It seems that there is something wrong with the foundation, but I don't know whether it is offending someone or committing a crime. However, I don't need to worry about these for the time being. After the big deal happens, I will push Mu Feng out. Let's push it four, five or six. "The middle-aged man and Mu Tuo are indeed father and son, they have the same idea.

The other four spiritual wood elders echoed, praising the middle-aged man's ideas.

"Father, isn't the current situation very good?" Mu Tuo asked.

"The Haoyue Tribe currently has five practitioners at the ninth level of Na Qi, and they will suppress us in terms of numbers. Even if you bring Mu Feng, we are still at a great disadvantage." The middle-aged man frowned.

The other four Spiritual Realm Wood Elders also looked ugly, and they couldn't recruit enough people. Their results in this clan meeting would be very bad, and it would also affect the number of the next generation of masters in their tribe.

Mu Tuo fell into deep thought. The Haoyue Tribe was in a competitive relationship with them. Although there was no direct bloody conflict, it would be very hurt to lose this kind of secret fight.

If it is serious, the Chisun tribe may be suppressed by the Haoyue tribe for a long time.

The middle-aged man went on to say: "The last time someone from their clan got a mysterious-level spirit-seed, and the best spirit-seed we got last time was only the peak spirit-level, if we let them suppress us again this time, we will be in a very short time. It will be difficult to reverse this decline for a long time.”

Mu Tuo frowned. He felt that the current predicament was a bit difficult. They would set off in two days to go to the core area of ​​the Wood Clan Forest to participate in the clan meeting. At this point in time, it would be difficult to recruit more people.

The middle-aged man thought for a while, looked at Mu Tuo and said, "According to your description, if Mu Feng can advance to the ninth level of Na Qi, plus his strength bonus, it should not be difficult to contain two practitioners of the ninth level of Na Qi." Bar?"

"It should be possible. He barely used his source power when he slapped the long snake to death." Mu Tuo said.

In fact, what Mu Tuo didn't know was that it wasn't that Lin Feng didn't want to use Yuanli, but he was afraid that Yuanli would break through the disguise of his wood spirit technique and make people recognize his pure human Yuanli.

"Why is he unwilling to accept our elixir and enter the ninth level of Na Qi?" The middle-aged man asked suspiciously.

"Although I don't know much about it, I feel that he is used to being a casual cultivator and doesn't want to join our Chisun tribe. To put it bluntly, he is worried that we will use the pill to persuade him to join the tribe." Mu Tuo explained.

The middle-aged man looked stunned, but what Mu Tuo said made him feel that this young man named Mu Feng was good-natured and worth wooing.

"If you give him the elixir, it's one of the rewards for his attack this time. You must let him advance to the ninth level of Na Qi. In addition, this young man has a good heart. You should find a way to win him into the tribe." Middle-aged The man ordered.

"Father, don't worry, I will let him accept the pill, and I should be able to draw him in." Mu Tuo said.

"Thank you for your hard work." The middle-aged man looked at Mu Tuo with a doting look in his eyes. His son is not very old, but he can share some things for him.

The middle-aged man took another look at the four spirit realm elders, and couldn't help but rejoice that fortunately, he had a powerful son, and these four old men were useless.

"This is what I should do." Mu Tuo was very proud and felt that he could share some things for his father.

The four Lingjing wood elders had shame on their faces. They felt that they were too stretched, and they were not as strong as a wooden support in the stage of absorbing energy.

This scene of father's kindness and son's filial piety, the king's righteousness and his minister's behavior can be regarded as because of Lin Feng, but if Lin Feng knew about it, how would Lin Feng feel?
"Under Muning."

"Under the wooden lion."

The two young people who received Qi Jiuzhong introduced themselves.

"Mu Feng, nice to meet you." Lin Feng also introduced himself.

"Brother Mu Feng actually slapped a source beast with seven levels of Qi to death with two palms. It's really amazing." Mu Shi has a square face, extremely thick eyebrows, and a loud voice. He is staring at Lin Feng eagerly.

The corner of Lin Feng's mouth twitched. The wooden lion seemed to be a fighting maniac, and because he slapped the long snake to death with two palms, he was regarded as an opponent of the same level.

Mu Ning, on the other hand, seemed a little calm, and said with a smile: "Lion, Brother Feng is only at the eighth level of Qi after all. Don't you want to take advantage of the realm and bully others?"

(End of this chapter)