"It turned out to be you, we still have a fate. Why don't we let the contemptible people come to the east today, let's find a good hotel together, sit down to have a meal and chat, drink some good wine and get drunk, so good? ”

Mu Yuan recognized at a glance that the person in front of him was the young man in Tsing Yi who was splashed with chili powder by Yan Ling'er two days ago, and saw that the posture of the three of them at this moment must be looking for him and Yan Ling'er to take revenge, he simply pretended to be familiar, confusing the other three and wanted to take the opportunity to make a preemptive strike.

Because with his powerful divine sense, without the other party noticing, he glanced at the cultivation of these three people, and all of them were much higher than him.

Two of them have reached the middle stage of the condensation stage, and the Yi Qianxun in front of him also has the cultivation of the late stage of the Qi Gathering Stage.

So he wanted to start with Yi Qianxun, who was not much different from him, and caught him off guard.

"Do I know you well? Besides, we are all the youngest leaders in the Feather Spirit Sect, how can it be you, a hillbilly, who can compete with each other? ”

Yi Qianxun said "the youngest leader", the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled, revealing a look of arrogance.

At this time, Mu Yuan came with a thunderous momentum, and sent a very strong fist with aura fluctuations to Yi Qianxun's mouth.

Bang!

A heavy muffled sound was mixed with the sound of a few broken teeth, and Yi Qianxun's entire head immediately fell back.

Immediately after, Yi Qianxun's abdomen was instantly filled with a strong fist shadow from Mu Yuan, banging, the sound was not too loud, but it was very terrifying!

Then, Mu Yuan kicked him in the abdomen again.

"Poof!"

Yi Qianxun rolled over on his back and fell heavily on the chicken coops six or seven feet away from the roadside stall.

Before Mu Yuan could bring the two teenagers to react, he turned around and slipped into an alley, and one of the teenagers saw this, and immediately chased after him, and shouted, "Where to run!" ”

The other teenager's expression changed, and his appearance was a little intriguing, and he set out to investigate Yi Qianxun's injuries......

In a deep alley, Mu Yuan ran and ran, and when he turned a corner, he ran into a dead end, and the road was desperate, so he had no choice but to run.

"No, is Lao Tzu a road blind who has escaped alive?"

Looking at the high wall in front of him, Mu Yuan muttered to himself, he wanted to put on his cloud-stepping soft boots and leap over, but he sensed the young man of the condensation level who was chasing after him not far behind, Mu Yuan thought for a moment, then pretended to be trapped, and did some actions in place to try to climb over the wall.

"Hahaha...... Liao has just witnessed your thunderous blow and those sharp punches. Why are you so cowardly now, like a coward! ”

Liao Wusheng pulled out a sharp long knife in front of Mu Yuan, and then the silver light flashed, and he was instantly instilled with spiritual power, he wanted to take Mu Yuan to accompany him to practice the knife, and then take Mu Yuan's head back to the sect to give his master an explanation.

"But I don't have a weapon in my hand, so I can't be allowed to compete with you, a mid-stage condensation level cultivator, with my bare hands and bare fists, even if you win, it won't be honorable!"

While speaking, Mu Yuan was not only wary of Liao Wusheng, but also looking for anything similar to a wooden stick in the alley, and then saw a three-foot-long flat pole next to him.

"It's nothing glorious, someone Liao just wants you to taste what is called skin and flesh, if you want to blame it, then blame yourself, you shouldn't provoke my children of the Feather Spirit Sect!"

Liao Wusheng didn't think about Mu Yuan's words and came out of his cultivation, he only remembered that before going down the mountain gate, he had promised Yi Qianxun's father and his master to take good care of Yi Qianxun's thoughtfulness without the slightest damage, otherwise he would probably lose a lot of resources in the sect, and it would not be so easy to continue to advance.

Now that Yi Qianxun has been beaten like that by Mu Yuan, it is estimated that he will not be able to recover in a few months, thinking that it will be difficult to return to the sect this time, so he can't wait to cut a few knives on Mu Yuan's body immediately.

"In that case, then you can let the horses come!"

After Mu Yuan got the piece of flat weight, he secretly made a decision that this person could not stay, not only did he feel full of murderous intent from this person's words, but also saw a very strong murderous intent in this person's sharp eagle eyes.

Liao Wusheng was already impatient to wait, and when he heard Mu Yuan's unscrupulous words, he was even more angry, shouted, and his footsteps were heavy, and he approached Mu Yuan's front in a few moments, and slashed away, and the fierce and powerful blade fell from Mu Yuan's head.

Seeing this, Mu Yuan immediately took a big step back, and at the same time threw it out in front of Liao Wusheng, and then he went around Liao Wusheng's side.

A piece of flat dan was cut into several pieces by Liao Wusheng, and at the same time, Mu Yuan shouted behind him, "Little Zifei Sword for Lao Tzu to come out!" ”

In an instant, the purple sword flashed, and the sharp blade flashed away.

"Poof!" A small purple sword with a length of a ruler instantly sank into Liao Wusheng's back and went straight through his heart!

"Poof!" Liao Wusheng's eyes were wide and round, and he fell to the ground without moving.

He couldn't believe that he was killed in such a round at the hands of a young man whose cultivation was far from him and about the same age as him.

Looking at Liao Wusheng, who was lying on the ground and had died of exhaustion, Mu Yuan sighed lightly, withdrew the purple sword, took a few steps back, and then climbed over the nearly two-zhang high wall in a few quick steps to a relatively secluded mountain forest, preparing to practice the flying of the sword there.

……

A huge mountain peak, high above the clouds, misty everywhere, surrounded by cliffs, and the buildings on the summit are dotted with magnificent momentum.

In a very large hall, there were small lamps emitting dark red densely displayed, and suddenly an old woman in a black robe noticed that a small lamp had gone out, and she walked out of the door of the hall in a panic.

In less than half an hour, she appeared in a large hall, and stood beside a middle-aged man with a somewhat grim eyebrow, and told him all about the small lamp going out.

"What! You said that the old man's apprentice Liao Wusheng's natal lamp went out? ”

After listening to the old woman in the black robe, the middle-aged man who had cultivated to the realm of Dacheng was also taken aback, and then suddenly remembered something, his expression was a little anxious, and said, "What about the old man's son Yi Qianxun's natal lamp?" ”

"Back to Elder Eleven's words, the disciple just saw that the natal lamp of the little junior brother Qianxun had indeed shown some signs of instability, but it later returned to normal." The black-robed old woman bowed her body slightly and said truthfully beside the middle-aged man.

"And this kind of thing! Then why didn't you tell the old man about it earlier? ”

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man slapped a palm into the air on a nearby coffee table, and with a flash of silver light, the coffee table exploded in an instant, turning into countless pieces, and the old woman in the black robe was suddenly frightened.

The next moment the middle-aged man thought that the top priority was to protect his only good baby son and those young leaders, and this was not the time to hold him accountable.

So, he said: "That's it, you go to the side of the refining test platform right now, call Xiao Feng to hurry to the side of Panlong Mountain together, be sure to protect the young leaders of my Feather Spirit Sect, and find out the truth of this matter, and then return to the sect to report to the old man." ”

"Yes, disciple, let's go!" The black-robed old woman had palpitations in her heart, and hurriedly responded, so she hurriedly walked out of the main hall and hurried to the side of the Feather Spirit Sect Refining Test Platform......

In a quiet mountain forest, Mu Yuan stood on top of a purple giant sword, with an excited face, constantly shuttling back and forth between the trees, having a good time.

After an hour's time, he was finally able to fly like this, and he didn't need the aura instilled in this sword during the whole process, just a little divine sense to control it, which is also one of the biggest characteristics of the natal weapon.

Half an hour had passed, and after Mu Yuan practiced how to better control the Little Purple Flying Sword, he left this mountain forest, planning to return to Panlong Town to inform Yan Ling'er of Yi Qianxun's revenge, so that she could have a plan.

On the way back, he met a middle-aged man with a book basket on his back, the moment he saw him, his expression was a little suspicious, and then he was a little flustered, and then there was a little excitement that was difficult to suppress, as if he had found some treasure, and turned back to the road of Panlong Town.

Seeing this, Mu Yuan knew that this person must be bored, so he stepped forward and intercepted this person quickly.

And stretched out a hand in front of the middle-aged man, and said: "From the time you saw me, your eyes told me that you recognized me, am I right?" ”

"It seems that this little brother has misunderstood the previous faux pas, so I said no to the little brother."

The middle-aged man was suddenly surprised by Mu Yuan, and then he seemed to remember something, and then said: "And the contemptible man only saw the little brother before, and at that moment, he remembered that the contemptible man still has some very important things to tell the little nephew who is close to the age of the little brother in Panlong Town." ”

"Oh, really?" Mu Yuanhu was suspicious, touched his chin, looked at the middle-aged man and the book basket on his back with interest, and walked around him, and said, "I guess you should be a portrait, and you have painted me for others, right?" ”

"Contemptible...... It's a portrait, but it's definitely not a painting for others...... Painted a portrait of an immortal. ”

The middle-aged man was stunned, and at the same time, his body trembled, and his forehead was already a little cold sweat, what he never expected was that Mu Yuan's observation power would be so strong, and he couldn't help but be more flustered.

"Immortals? Lao Tzu doesn't say, how can you, a mortal body, know that Lao Tzu is a cultivator? Say, who have you painted a portrait of Lao Tzu for! ”

Mu Yuan tightly grasped the middle-aged man's omissions, and finally learned that he was targeted by a cultivation genius named Liu Xiaobin of the Kunyang Sword Sect under his several coercions and intimidations.