After experiencing the obstacles of the Yan family, the Blood Hades Tower and others, the back has become much smoother.

A few days later, Mu Futian returned to the Dragon Palace in his original form.

After returning to the Dragon Palace, he went straight to the bottom layer of the cultivation peak.

Today's Mu Futian has reached the terrifying Yuan Palace realm, and he is stronger than many elders in the Dragon Palace.

The ordinary cultivation place obviously couldn't meet his requirements.

"Huh? Isn't this Mu Futian who killed the alchemist Zhou Chen? He was released so quickly? ”

"Then you don't know, he's only been locked up for seven days."

"The elders are too unfair, aren't they, after all, they are alchemists, and they are only locked up for seven days?"

"Shhhh

Many people soon saw Mu Futian who was coming unabashedly, and immediately talked about it.

I have to say that at the beginning, Mu Futian forcibly dragged the alchemist Zhou Chen to the stage of life and death, and then killed him, which shook the entire Dragon Palace.

It also made his reputation soar.

But.

Mu Futian didn't pay any attention to the surrounding discussions.

Outsiders only know that he Mu Futian killed Zhou Chen, but they don't know the shameful deeds that Zhou Chen did behind his back.

After a while, Mu Futian came to the bottom layer of the cultivation peak.

This layer is generally only available to the most outstanding disciples of the Dragon Palace.

Moreover, ordinary monks do not dare to come to this level easily.

After all, the Spirit Gathering Array here is said to have reached the terrifying sixth level.

If you don't have a certain amount of strength, if you come here to cultivate, you will suffer backlash.

Of course, with the strength of the Mu Fu Tianyuan Palace Realm, this kind of Spirit Gathering Array just happened to enter his magic eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to cultivate the sixth form of the Heavenly God Technique and the Heavenly Rank Spirit Technique, he wouldn't have wanted to come here.

"Ding, warm reminder, the circle is full, please wait in line outside the circle."

Mu Futian was just about to step in, when suddenly a prompt sounded in his ears.

"Huh? Is there a limit to the number of people? ”

Mu Futian raised his eyebrows, a little speechless.

Still, he waited outside truthfully.

If you force your way in, I'm afraid it will cause turmoil in the Spirit Gathering Array.

After all, the higher the level of the Spirit Gathering Array, the more demanding its various requirements became.

Not long after Mu Futian arrived, several people came one after another.

They didn't get into the circle, obviously, they should be regulars here, knowing some hard and fast requirements.

After about ten minutes, a monk finally walked inside.

Mu Futian exhaled lightly, then raised his footsteps, and wanted to walk towards the circle.

However, at this moment, a figure was in front of him.

"I came first."

Mu Futian patted him on the shoulder and gestured.

"I know, but what does it matter? You're a newcomer, go back in line. ”

The monk said without looking back.

It seemed to him that this was a normal thing.

Then he lifted his footsteps and wanted to walk inside.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't move a step forward.

"Let go of your stinky hands!"

The monk noticed that something was wrong and said angrily.

"What if I don't let it go?"

Mu Futian's voice was cold.

"Then don't blame me."

As he spoke, the monk immediately unleashed a roundhouse kick and kicked Mu Futian in the abdomen.

If you get kicked, you're bound to fly upside down.

However, in the face of that fierce kick, Mu Futian was unmoved, and struck out with lightning speed.

Last mover first comes.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the monk struck directly and took a few steps back.

"You!"

"How dare you hit me?"

The monk looked startled and shouted indignantly.

"You're so delicate? Why don't I dare hit you? ”

Mu Futian spread his hands and said casually.

"Okay, good you're a newcomer, I don't know if I'm alive or dead."

The monk's face instantly darkened.

His name is Wei Wu, and he is an old student who has been in the Dragon Palace for three years, and his strength is not weak, and he has reached the Eight Heavens of the Creation Realm.

Relying on his identity and strength, he bullied many first- and second-year freshmen.

Many freshmen dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.