Da Mao and Xiao Wu were not idle, but Fan Yuanying below the fourth layer, including those Xuandan ninth layer, were all slaughtered by the two of them.

At this moment, there was only one Yuan Infant Eighth Layer Early Stage and Wu Fei, the Yuan Infant Sixth Layer Peak, left in the array.

The sudden change made the two of them look stupid, what is this Xuandan Nine Layers, it is clearly more than the Nine Layers of Yuanying.

The two glanced at each other, and they didn't dare to act rashly, to put it bluntly, they only joined the Huashui Sect later, just to get some cultivation resources, there was no need to be stupid and desperate.

"What should you two do?"

Mu Ping held the knife in both hands, and he couldn't see the slightest tiredness, and he didn't have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, like a mortal.

But is he really mortal?

"I ...... We surrender. ”

Wu Fei and Zhen Le on the eighth floor of Yuanying glanced at each other, "dangchang", dropped their weapons, and lowered their heads.

"Very good! Sign the blood contract, and you will never betray the pavilion master!"

The two smiled bitterly, but they still obediently sacrificed a drop of natal essence blood, signed a blood contract with Mu Ping, and became his slave.

At the same time, the more than fifty Heavenly Wind Sect and Huashui Sect monks outside had already reached the albino stage when they attacked the formation, and the formation shook from time to time, making a "click" sound, as if a careless person would collapse immediately.

Due to the fog in the formation, the people outside didn't know what was going on inside, if they were to see the magnificent scene of Mu Ping killing the four Yuanying seventh-layer monks with one sword, I am afraid that they would have been so frightened that they would have fled with urine.

However, before they could be arrogant for a while, the big array disappeared abruptly, and Mu Ping stepped out.

The beating crowd tilted their heads and looked behind him, but found that except for Da Mao, Xiao Wu, Wu Fei, and Zhen Le, they were empty.

"Shhhh

Everyone gasped, could it be that those people were all wiped out by this harmless boy in front of them? The monk with many eyes began to quietly retreat.

"Whoosh!"

Two figures descended out of thin air.

It was Song Jian, the sect leader of the Tianfeng Sect, and Fang Qianyuan, the sect leader of the Huashui Sect, who were both at the peak of the eighth layer of Yuanying and had achieved perfect cultivation, which was the same as the cultivation of Wei Qing City.

"Wu Fei, what happened?"

Fang Qianyuan stepped forward and spoke.

"They...... They

…… All dead. ”

Wu Fei's eyes were full of horror, fear, and guilt, with mixed tastes.

"All dead?"

Fang Qianyuan and Song Jian were shocked at the same time.

"What did you say? My second child is also dead?"

Song Jian's eyes erupted with fire, and his fists clenched and jumped.

"Who is it? Who killed my second brother, this sect is poor and the yellow spring is down, and he will be crushed to the bones!"

A cold light flashed in Fang Qianyuan's eyes, "Then you two?"

"Stupid, of course the two of them surrendered to my master, so that they were able to save their lives, and they can't even see this?

Xiao Wu Lang teased.

"Shameless!"

Fang Qianyuan's lips trembled with anger, his son trembled suddenly, and he said hatefully: "It turns out that you two traitors are responsible for it and harm the life of my Huashui Sect cultivator!"

Until now, he still thought that Mu Ping was only the ninth layer of Xuandan, which was not enough to inflict a devastating blow on the Yuanying Monks, but he didn't know how to use to buy Zhen Le and Wu Fei, two high-level Yuanying Monks, and in one fell swoop, they all annihilated the monks trapped in the formation.

"We ......"

Wu Fei and Zhen Le tried to come forward to explain, but they were stopped by Mu Ping reaching out.

"Sect Master Fang, this is all a good thing you did!"

Song Jian flicked his sleeves, his face sank like water, and he rushed to Fang Qianyuan// and said: "You connived at your subordinates to collude with thieves to rob my Tianfeng Sect property and kill my second brother, this matter is not over!"

"Bloody mouth! The surname is Song, don't say that this sect doesn't know about your, in order to fill your pockets, you ordered Wang Youren to take care of the Tianfeng Dantang, how many benefits did you get? And that Wang Youren didn't investigate, so he asked my nephew Fang Da to make trouble with others, and that's why he got into trouble, and when it comes to this matter, the root cause will fall on your Tianfeng Sect and on Wang Youren! Even if you sue the black-shirted adult, my Huashui Sect has a clear conscience!"

"Huh!"

Mu Ping touched his nose and sneered, he didn't know what the Black Shirt Sect had taken a fancy to them? This was originally a group of rabble, let them work for the Black Shirt Sect, I'm afraid it was a last resort, right?

"Boy, don't gloat there, today, this sect master will not take your life, and swear not to be a man!"

Song Jian's eyes were red, and he shouted loudly, and he was about to do it.

"Wait!"

Mu Ping also shouted loudly, putting all the noise

Pressed down.

"Everyone, many of you are not descendants of the Tianfeng Sect and the Huashui Sect, the lord of this pavilion is kind to persuade him, but those who surrender will be spared death, and those who resist will be killed!"

"Descend or die!"

Da Mao and Xiao Wu opened their mouths in unison, and the roar naturally carried the spiritual power component, and the sound vibrated the universe.

"Don't listen to them, give it to me, chop them up! For every person you kill, a bottle of rhubarb pill plus two thousand high-grade spirit stones!" Song Jian has always believed that there will be brave men under heavy rewards.

"This sect will award another eight-grade real magic weapon!"

Fang Qianyuan was also not far behind.

"Thank you, two sect masters!"

When the more than fifty people heard such a rich reward, they immediately looked at Mu Ping and the five people, as if they were not mortals at all, but pills, spirit stones, and magic weapons.

"Look at the two of you!"

Mu Ping smiled slightly, turning his gaze to Zhen Le and Wu Fei.

"Yes, master!"

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly, "The master is asking for a name from himself!"

"Die!"

Song Jian and Fang Qianyuan stopped inking, they both jumped up, punched out a palm on the left and right, turned into a palm shadow of twenty zhang in size, and a Mount Tai pressed the top, and hit Mu Ping's head.

"Break it for me!"

Mu Ping roared in a low voice, his left hand was behind his back, and he only raised his right palm, facing the shadow of the sky, and then slapped back.

"What is he doing? ”

"He's looking for death!"

Originally, more than a dozen monks who had retreated to the back and hesitated, when they saw that Mu Ping was so big, a Xuandan Ninth Layer dared to fight against two Yuanying Eighth Layer Peaks with one hand, and their hearts began to live again.

This kid is a mortal rhythm?

"Boom!"

The three palms collided, making a deafening sound, and the shock wave centered on the three people, scattered and spread out, and where they passed, the trees fell and collapsed, and the ground was scraped down one meter.

When the smoke cleared, Mu Ping was still in his original posture, motionless, and the smile on his face was still so bright, so harmless to humans and animals.

On the other hand, Song Jian and Fang Qianyuan, the two of them were like kites with broken strings, floating straight up, "poof!poof!" in mid-air, each spurting out a mouthful of blood, and their faces were even more exciting, as if they had eaten eight bitter gourds, and there was a faint shock.