Cultivation Peak, seventh layer.

"Bang~Bang~"

Two muffled sounds suddenly resounded one after another from a certain cultivation array.

Feeling the powerful aura flowing through his body, Mu Futian exhaled lightly, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Three days.

Just three days.

His strength had risen two levels in a row, and he had reached the Triple Heaven of Creation Realm.

"It's worthy of being a cultivation peak, only the seventh layer has such an anti-heaven cultivation effect, if you go to the lowest layer, isn't it like riding a rocket?"

Mu Futian was secretly shocked in his heart.

However, he also knew that this cultivation peak was not something that could be walked down casually.

If you don't have some real strength, it will be very difficult to continue to go down.

Although the cultivation peak was huge and magnificent, compared to the tens of thousands of cultivators in the Dragon Palace, its cultivation resources were indeed very limited.

It can only accommodate some of the cultivators.

In such a situation, the competition is huge, it can be imagined.

Mu Futian walked out of the cultivation array, he had just broken through two realm levels in succession, so he was not in a hurry to continue to bury his head in cultivation.

Cultivation is the way, and a loose and galloping is the king.

"You're the arrogant freshman?"

Mu Futian was just about to take a step towards his newborn area, when a contemptuous sneer came into his ears.

Mu Futian was stunned, and then slowly raised his head, but saw that there were five people in his eyes.

Among them, on the left, it is Leng Wushuang who had some intersections with him at the beginning.

However, it was not him who spoke at this time, but the young man who was seven points similar to him.

"Looking for me?"

Mu Futian shrugged his shoulders, looked directly at the young man, and said lightly.

"Of course."

The corners of Leng Wuxing's mouth curled slightly, and he immediately said: "Last time you injured my brother, you shouldn't have forgotten about this matter, right?" ”

"Oh, so you're here for this."

Mu Futian patted his forehead, a look of sudden realization.

Then, he continued: "So, you want to get him back on the field?" ”

"The field must be recovered, my cold and fearless field is not something that some cats and dogs can touch."

Leng Fearless said contemptuously.

"Then I'm curious, how do you want to get it back?"

Mu Futian asked rhetorically.

"Actually, as a student of the Dragon Palace, I still advocate harmony as the precious."

Looking at the monks who were watching around him, he smiled fearlessly, and then slowly spoke: "As long as you kneel down and give us all three knocks, I guarantee that nothing has happened between us." ”

"Hehe, what a 'harmony is precious'."

Mu Futian shrugged his shoulders and sneered noncommittally.

"Big brother, don't talk nonsense with this stinky boy, his dead nature will not change!"

Leng Wushuang added fuel to the fire.

"Let's go together, I still have something to do, so don't waste everyone's time."

Mu Futian said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, not only Leng Wuxing and the others were shocked, but even the surrounding monks let out bursts of exclamations.

With one enemy and five enemies, and the opponent's strength is obviously good.

This kind of thing is unique in the Dragon Palace.

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