Just when Mu Yuwei was about to ask something more, a voice came.

"Yuwei. A young man in a white robe walked over. The young man looked to be twenty years old, with a left hand and a handsome face. Holding a folding fan, it exudes an air of elegance. This young man is the eldest young master of the Mu family, Mu Yuwei's cousin. Muyang.

Now Muyang is only twenty-two years old, and he has the strength of the fourth order of pure spirits. It can be regarded as an amazing and glamorous person.

"Cousin Muyang, where have you been? I haven't seen you in the past few days since I came back. After seeing Mu Yang, Mu Yuwei got up and came to Mu Yang's side and asked with a smile. Feng Yi also quickly stood up.

"A few days ago, I went to deliver a batch of medicinal herbs. So it's not in the family. It's not like I'm coming back and hearing from you and coming to you. Mu Yang smiled mildly and explained.

"Who is this?" Turning his gaze to Feng Yi, Mu Yang asked, a look of doubt in his eyes.

"He's my friend, his name is Feng Yi. He's still my savior. Mu Yuwei smiled.

"I see. Muyang nodded, and smiled at Feng Yi, "In the next Mu family, Muyang, thank you Brother Feng Yi for saving my sister." ”

"Brother Muyang is polite. Feng Yi also smiled slightly and responded.

"Alright, you two are welcome. Mu Yuwei couldn't help but say when she saw that the two were polite to each other.

"Hehe, what Yuwei said is true. Muyang nodded and smiled.

At this time, a disciple of the Mu family ran over

"Brother Yang, you can be counted as back, the people of the Luo family are here. Go and take a look," the disciple of the Mu family came to Mu Yang's side and said.

"Go, take me there. Hearing the words of the Mu family disciple, Mu Yang frowned slightly and spoke.

"Cousin Muyang, let's go with you. Mu Yuwei's expression was a little wrong, so she spoke.

"Okay, then let's go together. Muyang nodded.

So the three of them followed the disciples of the Mu family to the Mu family's martial arts arena. On the huge martial arts arena, almost all the disciples of the Mu family gathered.

They were all watching the two of them fight on the stage.

On the battle platform, one white and one blue, the two figures stood opposite each other. Dressed in a white robe is a disciple of the Mu family, holding a three-foot Qingfeng, and his young face is somewhat similar to Mu Yang. Mu Yuan, Mu Yang's younger brother, has a second-order strength of pure spirit. This kind of strength is also one of the best among the younger generation of the Mu family.

Opposite Mu Yuan was a young man with a somewhat pale face, dressed in a blue robe and holding a long knife in his hand. His name is Luo Sheng, and he is a member of the Luo family in Falling Snow City.

"What's going on?" Mu Yang came to the martial arts arena, looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but ask the Mu family disciple beside him.

"Young Master Muyang. The second young master had a conflict with the people of the Luo family, so he decided to use a competition to determine the victory. The disciple of the Mu family said honestly.

"It's really nonsense, Mu Yuan, come down quickly. Mu Yang showed a trace of anger on his face and said to Mu Yuan.

"Brother, don't worry about it. After seeing Mu Yang, Mu Yuan's face became a little ugly. He also knew that there was something wrong with him doing this, but since the words had been released and the people were standing on the battle platform, he couldn't regret it.

"Brother Muyang, this is Mu Yuan's decision. You don't say anything about helping him as an older brother. On the other side of the battle platform stood four blue-robed youths, and the young man headed by him was named Luo Hao, who was the eldest young master of the Luo family.

"Luo Hao, what do you mean by that?" Mu Yang's tone was a little cold.

"What can I mean. Luo Hao shrugged his shoulders, "It's just that this competition is a best-of-three system, and it just so happens that the two of us haven't played each other for a while, so you can try it later." ”

"That's what you want. Mu Yang responded, it is useless to blame Mu Yuan after the matter has come to this point, and he still wants to deal with this matter well, and he can't lose the face of the Mu family.

On the battle platform, both of them drew their own weapons.

I saw Mu Yuan holding a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, stomping heavily on the floor with the soles of his feet, his body rushing towards Luo Sheng like an arrow, and the long sword in his hand stabbed Luo Sheng mercilessly.

And Luo Sheng raised his hand unhurriedly, and a faint spiritual power covered the long knife, and the long knife was raised, which directly defused Mu Yuan's attack and shocked Mu Yuan back.

Luo Sheng's figure flashed, and he caught up with Mu Yuan, and the long knife in his hand was mixed with rolling spiritual power and slashed towards Mu Yuan. In a hurry, Mu Yuan could only gather the spiritual power inside and raise his sword to block.

Bite!

A crisp sound of gold and iron sounded, and Mu Yuan was repulsed again, this time, Mu Yuan directly retreated to the edge of the battle platform. This has just been the battle, and Mu Yuan has been suppressed to such an extent.

If there are no hole cards, Mu Yuan wants to win, but it is not a small difficulty. Mu Yuan obviously understands his situation. He gritted his teeth, as if he had made a decision.

Mu Yuan's toes were a little on the ground, Mu Yuan's figure jumped high, the spiritual power in his body surged, and the milky white spiritual power gathered on the blade, exuding bursts of powerful fluctuations.

"Mu Yuan is going to lose. After seeing Mu Yuan jump high, Mu Yang frowned slightly and sighed lightly. Mu Yuan was obviously going to use his hole cards now, but he jumped up, so that after sending out the attack, there would be no place to borrow strength. Mu Yang can't help but feel that Mu Yuan's move can directly defeat Na Luo Sheng, but once Luo Sheng blocks this move, then Mu Yuan will have no chance. Just to be handsome, but was defeated by others, this is a thing that outweighs the loss.

Heavenly Sword Slash!

A pure white sword light slashed out, and the sharp sword light directly cut through the air, accompanied by bursts of explosions, the gorgeous sword light crossed a gorgeous arc in the space, and slashed at Luo Sheng.

A disdainful smile appeared at the corner of Luo Sheng's mouth, the seal in his hand changed, and an illusory shield appeared in front of Luo Sheng.

The illusory shield shone with an earthy yellow light, and it seemed to have extremely strong defense.

Clang!

The sword light slashed heavily on the shield, making a violent friction sound, and Luo Sheng's figure was slashed backwards by the sword light, leaving two black marks on the ground.

However, the sword light did not break the shield. Rather, it dissipates under the wear and tear of the shield.

With a flick of his right hand, the shield in his hand dissipated, and at this time, Mu Yuan had just fallen to the ground.

The soles of his feet stomped heavily on the ground, and even the floor was cracked, and Luo Sheng held the long knife in his hand and drew a long spark on the ground. The figure flashed in front of Mu Yuan.

Taking advantage of the fact that Mu Yuan's old power was gone and the new power was not born, the spiritual power in his body was wrapped in his fist and smashed on Mu Yuan's stomach with a punch.

Burst!

With just one punch, Mu Yuan spurted out a mouthful of blood. Holding his stomach, his whole body cramped, and cold sweat kept staying.

Bang!

Luo Sheng turned around and kicked Mu Yuan off the battlefield. From start to finish, it doesn't take more than a moment. Mu Yuan was defeated like this, but he was defeated not in strength, but in combat experience.

Getting up from the ground, Mu Yuan slowly came to Mu Yang's side.

"Brother, I lost!" Lowering his head, Mu Yuan said with a lot of guilt.

"Alright, you're watching. Mu Yang is obviously very helpless about his younger brother, who is a bit of an idiot, but he still has to help him solve the mess he has made.

Walking slowly onto the battle platform, Mu Yang put his hands behind his back, and looked at Luo Hao with cold eyes, "Come on!"