The back of the rickety is the windy night when he received the call of the old demon not long ago to rush back to Fuyun Island!

Since Wang Po got the Kunyang Sword that day and returned to the big mansion in the town, she personally drew a portrait of Mu Yuan and handed it to Feng Ye to say that Mu Yuan is a rare cultivation genius, especially his understanding of the sword array is even more surprisingly talented, so that Feng Ye lurks in Kunyang Town, waiting for the opportunity to take Mu Yuan away, if he can't take it away, he will be wiped out in the cradle.

When Feng Ye took the portrait, he knew that the so-called genius in Wang Po's mouth was that his Feng brothers had been looking for that kid for more than a month.

But these days, no matter what method Feng Ye used to find it, there were even several times when he spent a lot of money to let some old and young people in the town go up the mountain to lure Mu Yuan down the mountain, but they were all rejected by the disciples of the Kunyang Sword Sect, until the magic weapon of the jade pendant he was wearing suddenly flashed suddenly, and he knew that he could no longer stay here and wait for Mu Yuan to appear, because as soon as this jade pendant appeared, it was that the demon had something urgent and wanted to summon him to return to Fuyun Island.

At this time, Fengye's rickety body was already standing in the void, holding a Xuanmu cane in his hand, flying extremely fast against the wind, his white hair fluttering, and he wondered why the demon summoned him back to Fuyun Island like this......

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Feng Ye noticed that someone behind him was flying towards him at a rapid pace, and suddenly became suspicious, so he simply stopped his body and stopped flying, turned around and looked up, it was actually him who was trying to lure people down the kid in Kunyang Mountain these days - Mu Yuan!

"It's just this kid's cultivation?"

Feng Ye was puzzled, he suspended his body and stood in the air, he couldn't see through Mu Yuan's cultivation, but then he saw the white cloud under Mu Yuan's feet, and he guessed that Mu Yuan's cultivation should be the condensation stage, so he was relieved.

"Could it be that this kid is really a cultivation genius as Wang Po said?"

Feng Ye questioned in his heart, you must know that this kid couldn't introduce the aura of heaven and earth into his body more than a month ago to condense a virtual furnace ding!

Subsequently, Feng Ye didn't think too much, after all, no matter how talented Mu Yuan is now, he is just a cultivator of the condensation level, and he encountered the Chang'an Dacheng Heavenly Tribulation before Feng Ye, although his cultivation has fallen a lot because of this, but during this time, he has also rebuilt some of it, and it is already the late stage of the small star of the Huachen Rank, and in his opinion, it is still more than enough to deal with Mu Yuan.

Mu Yuan didn't expect that not long ago, he saw that Feng Ye was just walking on an official road, but suddenly he flew away as if he had received something urgent, so that he was anxious, for fear that Feng Ye would disappear without a trace under his nose.

It wasn't until Mu Yuan desperately chased after him and pulled a lot of distance from Feng Ye that Feng Ye noticed Mu Yuan's existence, and saw Feng Ye levitating his body with a Xuanmu cane, standing in the air, as if waiting for Mu Yuan's arrival, Mu Yuan suddenly burst into secret joy.

Soon, Mu Yuan stepped on a milky white cloud in the void two or three feet away in front of the windy night, and stopped advancing.

With his powerful divine sense, he had already discovered Feng Ye's cultivation before, and he thought to himself that if Feng Ye had to choose to escape far away next, he would really have a certain amount of trouble.

After all, after refining more than a dozen bottles of divine medicine spirit liquid in the past few days, his cultivation had only just entered the late stage of the condensation stage, and as for the rest, he was not afraid.

"Boy, do you want to know? The old man has racked his brains and tried his best to lead you down Kunyang Mountain these days, but he has not been able to lead you out of the Kunyang Sword Sect for a small half step, and you really don't want to go to heaven at this moment, you want to go to hell! ”

Feng Ye's eyes were cold, and he looked at Mu Yuan, who was suspended in the air like a dead man, as if Mu Yuan was just a little rabbit cub on the board, which could be slaughtered by him.

"Humph! Old hump, don't talk nonsense, if you really have the ability, follow me down to that bamboo forest, and then talk about it! ”

With round eyes and gritted teeth, Mu Yuan threw down these words, then took the white cloud under his feet and flew to a green bamboo forest below, he expected that Feng Ye would definitely go.

Feng Ye didn't think that Mu Yuan would set up an ambush in that bamboo forest in such a short period of time, and then he didn't think much about it, so he followed Mu Yuan to the air.

In the bamboo forest, a small gust of wind whistled by, winding countless dead leaves in the air, slowly falling in all directions......

Mu Yuan was dressed in white, the black-haired waterfall was flowing with the wind, heroic, domineering, his eyes were firmly fixed on the wind and night with his body stiff, and his heart was flooded with Chang'an's death in the sea of fire, and he remembered that when he was young, after Chang'an was drunk, he was heartbroken and told that the demons and the three monsters of the Feng clan slaughtered more than a dozen lives of the Chang family.

"Ahh

Mu Yuan glared angrily, shouted, two fists empty-handed, and the movement aura turned into a terrifying power that filled the entire body, the momentum was like a mountain, and he rushed towards Fengye's side, he wanted to tear Fengye with his hands to avenge the teacher!

Feng Ye's heart was awe-inspiring, he didn't expect that a mere condensation-level cultivator would have the power of Mount Tai to overpower.

Seeing Mu Yuan rushing forward so strongly, Feng Ye didn't have time to think about the reason why Mu Yuan actually gave him such a feeling.

I saw that the crutches in his hand slammed heavily on the ground, and a majestic wave of power suddenly raged from the crutches to all directions, and flew away the stumps and dead leaves of the nearby bamboo forest in an instant.

In an instant, Mu Yuan felt a kind of resistance, but it was only for a moment, and then he rushed to the front of Feng Ye, and his two fists were extremely sharp, slamming into Feng Ye's head.

Bang!

In an instant, Feng Ye picked up the crutches to block Mu Yuan's two strong fists, and a round and terrifying rainbow light suddenly shone between the fists and the crutches.

At the same time, the two of them each took four or five steps back, each of them stumbling a little, but it was fine.

In this regard, Mu Yuan only showed a hint of discoloration, and then he rushed forward again, using his greatest energy in the late stage of the condensation stage, and transported it in two punches, he wanted to know how many rounds he could take under the hands of a monk in the late stage of the small star of the Huachen Rank with his cultivation at the moment and the Triple Heaven of the Qualifying Golden Body.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

One after another, dozens of punches were all resisted by Feng Ye with a cane, and each punch was enough to instantly smash a third-order psychic beast weighing hundreds of catties into a pulp, and even more than that!

Feng Ye's face was ugly, and he had already used all his cultivation to resist it.

And every time he resisted Mu Yuan's punch, his entire rickety body suffered a huge tremor, and even the hundreds of bones in his body suffered some trauma, and the corners of his mouth and lips were already bleeding.

What frightened him even more was that the crutch of the natal magic weapon in his hand had already appeared several terrifying cracks.

That is the natal magic weapon that he has cultivated with essence blood for fifty-eight years, and he was smashed like this kid with his bare fist only a few times, and he suffered internal injuries because of this, how can he be embarrassed!

"Poof!"

Finally, after he resisted the heavy blow of Mu Yuan's fourth punch, he spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back a dozen steps, and almost fell to the ground.

More than a month ago, the kid in front of him was just an insignificant ant in his eyes.

But now he has exhausted his cultivation to resist, and there is no chance to fight back, even if he uses his whole body cultivation to turn into imprisonment, he has not been able to stop this kid for a moment.

In the end, the thirty-six plans of the wind night were the upper plan, and he turned around and flew into the air, about to escape.

Seeing this, Mu Yuan instantly drew out the Little Purple Flying Sword, and caught up with Fengye in the blink of an eye.

"Poof!"

A crisp sound sounded, and the wind night let out a miserable scream, and one leg and foot splattered blood on him and fell.

"Poof!"

Immediately after, his entire body also fell to a place full of dead leaves in the bamboo forest, and several dead leaves flew up at once.

Walking to the front of the windy night, Mu Yuan stood there condescendingly, thought for a moment, and said coldly: "Say it! Where is the old demon thief hiding? And all the things about the hides, tell me about them. Otherwise, you will die a very good death! ”

"You...... You are actually the mysterious master that Feng Zheng said! ”

Feng Ye covered the place where his broken leg was, his old face was terrified to the extreme, he had already linked Mu Yuan with Feng Xiaosan's death and Feng Zheng's broken arm at this moment.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter anymore! You'd better answer my previous question well, or I'll have a hundred ways to make you miserable and want to die! ”

Coldly throwing down these words, Mu Yuan saw Feng Ye looking like he was going to die, and he refused to open his mouth to speak, so Mu Yuan held the little purple flying sword on Feng Ye's other leg and foot, and began to peel its skin, pick its flesh, pick its tendons, and cut its bones......

Half an hour later, Mu Yuan learned the location of Fuyun Island from Fengye's mouth, as well as some information about animal skins, as well as the cultivation of the demons and several others, and also scraped a storage ring on Fengye's body.

At this time, Feng Ye was unrecognizable, his whole body was blurred with flesh and blood, and he was very mad, and the last sword flew out, and he went to the Netherworld.

Walking out of the bamboo forest, Mu Yuan packed up his mind and went to Kunyang Town......

On Fuyun Island, there was a bamboo hut where a monstrous shout sounded, "Who is it?" Who are you? Dare to intercept and kill my demon disciples repeatedly! ”

In Kunyang Town, Mu Yuan and Yan Ling'er came to the door of a hotel called Juxian Inn together, Yan Ling'er flashed her beautiful eyes twice, a little curious, and asked why Mu Yuan was so anxious and left before?

In this regard, the corners of Mu Yuan's mouth curled slightly, and said, "Guess! ”

At this time, a handsome young man dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes walked out of the door of the inn, and his appearance was quite similar to Yan Ling'er, he was Yan Linger's own brother, named Yan Xiaotian.

happened to see Yan Xiaotian, Mu Yuan looked familiar, laughed a few times, stretched out his long hand, and greeted him, "My little swallow, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you want to kill me!" ”