Chapter Twenty-Five: Kick to the Iron Plate
Under the gaze of everyone, Mu Shuang'er walked in front of the young man, and the two looked at each other, full of gunpowder.
"Since you seek death yourself, then I will fulfill you. Mu Shuang'er said slowly.
"Huh~" The young man chuckled, "I'm looking for death?" As he spoke, he looked around as if he had heard a big joke, "I heard you right, you actually said that I was looking for death?"
His eyes looked Mu Shuang'er up and down, "Just rely on you, a waste who has no cultivation?"
Listening to the young man's words, the surrounding crowd couldn't help sighing, it wasn't terrible to beat, but it was going to be ridiculed if you hit a swollen face and become fat.
The young man clasped his hands around his chest, and he was not in a hurry to teach people, so he looked at Mu Shuang'er mockingly.
Although the young man seemed to stand casually, Mu Shuang'er, who was in the game, knew that he was not standing casually, at least he had achieved both offense and defense, and he was worthy of being an inner disciple of Wanhuang Academy.
However, that is only for attacking with Xuan Qi, as for attacking with her soul, it can only be said that it has little effect.
This young man met her today, and it was a matter of course.
Mu Shuang'er has always been a man of action, since she has decided to teach people, she will not procrastinate any longer, only to see her flexible body flashing on the edge, and in the blink of an eye, she was out of the attack range of the young man.
The young man couldn't help but be stunned, and the expressions of the people around him were extremely strange, "What's the situation? This is to escape?!"
However, their expressions didn't last long, Mu Shuang'er looked at the young man's stunned face, and muttered in a low voice, "This is the time." ”
Before the words fell, the huge power of the divine soul smashed towards the young man like a mountain.
The young man's face changed suddenly, and he felt a roar in his mind, and he began to fight back almost instantly.
What he didn't expect was that with his cultivation as a two-star martial artist, he couldn't fight against that divine soul power.
Although Mu Shuang'er said that the effect of the Divine Soul attack only reached the level of a one-star martial artist, how difficult the cultivation of the Divine Soul was, ordinary people, even if they cultivated to a four-star martial artist, the effect of the Divine Soul attack probably rarely reached the level of a one-star martial artist.
This is also the most fatal point for cultivators, the mind is their most vulnerable place, but the cultivation of the divine soul is the most difficult, once the mind is injured, it can be severe pain for a while, and at worst, it may directly become an idiot.
By now, the young man has clearly realized that he has kicked the iron plate.
But what made him depressed was that all the attacks he sent out were avoided by Mu Shuang'er, and the defense line in his mind gradually collapsed under Mu Shuang'er's fierce attack.
The young man's face became more and more hideous, until finally, when he was forced to hold the last Qingming, his eyes were bloodshot and looked at Mu Shuang'er's smiling eyes, he finally decided to take a desperate gamble.
The Xuan Qi of the whole body was surging wildly, Mu Shuang'er looked at the young man with a solemn face, and in the exclamation of everyone, the young man smiled hideously, and the Xuan Qi shot towards the surrounding crowd like thousands of needles.
The crowd of onlookers obviously did not expect the young people to suddenly attack them, and many people were attacked one after another in shock, and the wails sounded instantly, and the scene was chaotic.
Mu Shuang'er's eyes sank, and her whole face was extremely blue, but she didn't expect the worst to happen.
Although she had expected the youth's attack to be aimed at the crowd at the end, it was too late for her to do anything to make amends, not even to warn her.
Mu Shuang'er was in a hurry, and there was no longer the leisure of boiling frogs in warm water, and her spirit was surging like an electric drill, hitting the young man's mind.