"Mu Lei?"

"Lei'er?"

"Brother Mu Lei?"

All the people of the Mu family present were slightly surprised, the person who came was Mu Lei, the son of the great elder of the Mu family, he had the same talent as Mu Fan since he was a child, and his willpower was extremely firm, and he was sent to the Eight Desolation Gate in the Six Great Sects, and now he is the first disciple of the Eight Desolation Sect, and the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique has been cultivated to Dacheng, which makes the outer disciples of the entire Eight Desolation Sect frightened.

Ma Wei's eyes narrowed, how could he not see that this young man's aura was not weaker than Mu Fan, and none of the three nephews he brought could compare to the other party, and if he continued to compare, he would not be able to save the face of the Ma family, but now he was in a dilemma, and he didn't know how to decide.

"Lei'er, don't mess around, get out of here!"

The Great Elder was a middle-aged man with slightly white temples, and he hurriedly scolded his son.

Mu Lei was obviously willful, and didn't listen to his father's words: "If Second Master Ma is afraid that they will lose ugly, you can let the three of them go together, if I can't win within ten moves, even if I lose!"

"What a big breath, I'll go head-to-head with you, see how you win me!"

Ma Fei snorted coldly and stepped out.

"If you can take me a knife, even if you win!"

"Zheng!"

The war knife behind Mu Lei suddenly came out of its sheath, and with both hands in front of him, it actually condensed a sword light of seven or eight meters, and the cold chill that erupted almost pierced Ma Fei's body.

Ma Fei's face was ugly, he already understood how big the gap was with the other party, but it was difficult to ride a tiger and could only resist hard, so he put the double knife above his head, hoping to block the impact of the knife

The huge knife fell, Ma Fei's double knives were directly shattered, his body was split and flew out, and a long blood mark appeared on his forehead.

"Well played!"

The movement of the main hall was so loud that it attracted many Mu family guards and disciples to watch in the courtyard in the distance, and when they saw this scene, they couldn't help but cry out and cheer for Mu Lei.

Mu Chen's eyes couldn't help but light up, he didn't expect that Mu Lei could condense his true qi so strongly, even if he faced him, he didn't even have the certainty of the fifth layer to win.

And Mu Fan's face was even more cloudy, obviously he didn't expect that Mu Lei had become so powerful after not seeing him for a year, and even surpassed him a little.

Mu Lei and Ma Fei's cultivation is the same as the peak realm of the ninth layer of the martial body, but the strength is not small, it seems that the strength of the strength does not completely depend on the level of cultivation, the strength is strong enough, and it is not impossible to challenge the level.

"Can you still go?"

Ma Wei's face was as green as a pig's liver, he originally planned to bring the three most talented nephews in the family to give the Mu family a dismissal, who knew that the disciples of the Mu family were stronger than the other, but this time he was greatly humiliated by others who seized the opportunity.

"I can go!"

Ma Fei whispered.

"If you can go, don't you go quickly!"

Ma Wei burst into a shout, and walked out of the hall first, and the three of Ma Fei and the rest of the Ma family immediately followed.

After that, after Mu Lei, who had an indifferent personality, greeted the elders, he left first, and Mu Chen sent the injured Mu Xuan back to his residence and left the Mu Mansion alone.

There is still half a month to go before the clan meeting, after seeing Mu Lei's strength, Mu Chen's inner fighting spirit is a little burning, originally thought that he could easily win when he arrives at the clan meeting, but now it seems that he is not fully sure of Shang Mu Lei, so if he wants to win glory for his father and mother in the clan meeting, he needs to work harder.

Coming to the cliff where he fell a month ago, looking at the traces of the fall, thinking back to Xiao Ling'er's indifferent eyes and Qiang's sarcastic face, Mu Chen's heart still felt a faint pain, his clenched fists faintly had green tendons beating, and a wave of hatred surged into his heart, which was almost about to tear the two to pieces.

After a long time, Mu Chen calmed down the anger in his heart, the most important thing at the moment is to improve his strength, only by becoming stronger can he not be kneaded by others, and he can avenge this wife-taking revenge.

Mu Chen sat quietly on the top of the cliff, his handsome cheeks were full of concentration, the mountain breeze was blowing, and his white robe and long black hair fluttered in the wind, which brought out his dusty temperament even more.

Mu Chen's original cultivation was already at the peak of the sixth layer of the martial arts realm, and after a palm with Ma Kong not long ago, there was a trend of breakthrough, and at this time, the meditation broke through, and the true qi followed the regular operation of the meridians, and began to impact the bottleneck of the seventh layer.

An hour later.

Mu Chen's forehead was covered with a layer of mist, his eyes slowly opened, and a sense of abundance came to his heart, and his cultivation finally broke through the seventh layer of the martial body realm.

After the breakthrough, Mu Chen knew that his cultivation would be difficult in a short period of time, so he began to work the exercises, so he practiced the prison sword technique over and over again on the cliff.

This black iron inferior swordsmanship is divided into seven layers of realm, before Mu Chen has cultivated to the fourth layer of the realm, it is already to the point of perfecting this swordsmanship, but this obviously does not meet Mu Chen's requirements, practicing on the cliff is three days, Mu Chen's progress is also a thousand miles a day.

Soon, Mu Chen's mastery of swordsmanship went further, reaching the fifth layer of the realm, and between his shots, he could draw inferences from each move of the swordsmanship, which was impermanent, and there were almost no flaws in the connection of each style, unless it was a more powerful technique to be able to break the sword move.

For the next ten days, Mu Chen came to the cliff every day to practice, and did not return to the Mu Mansion until the evening.

The more he cultivates the Guiyuan Exercise, the more Mu Chen feels the wonderfulness of this exercise, although he has only cultivated to the 'first turn' of the exercise, but the storage capacity of Mu Chen's dantian true qi far exceeds that of a martial artist of the same level, and the power that erupts from his hand is twice that of a martial artist of the same level, you can imagine how terrifying the power of this exercise will be the further he cultivates.

In ten days, Mu Chen not only cultivated the Hell Sword Technique to the peak of the fifth layer, but also reached the 'first turn' of the Guiyuan Gong to perfection, as long as one of the two made a breakthrough, Mu Chen's strength would take a big step forward.

Mu Chen used his fingers as a sword, and just after practicing the Prison Sword Technique, a melodious voice like a silver bell sounded: "Brother Mu Chen, it turns out that you are really here!"

Mu Chen looked back, and a petite figure was jumping towards the mountain, it was Mu Xuan.

"Xuanxuan, your injuries are fine!"

Seeing Mu Xuan coming to him, Mu Chen smiled and rubbed his little head.

"Hmph, what do you say, Xuanxuan has been injured for so many days, and Brother Mu Chen doesn't go to see people, it's really unconscionable!" Mu Xuan pouted dissatisfied.

"Brother Muchen, isn't he afraid of disturbing Xuanxuan's rest!"

Mu Chen scratched his head and said, "Okay, Xuanxuan, don't be angry, there are still two days to go to the clan meeting, will I take Xuanxuan to play in the past two days?"

"Really, where is Brother Mu Chen going to take me to play?" Mu Xuan was overjoyed and couldn't help asking.

"Whatever you want, you can go wherever you want!" Mu Chen said.

......

In the street market of Mucheng, there are many pavilions and shops of blue bricks and red tiles, and on the wide road made of bluestone, there is a lot of traffic, a sea of people, and it is not lively.

Mu Xuan's petite figure shuttled through the crowd, like a little white rabbit, and her bouncing appearance was very cute. I saw that she was very curious about a lot of things, as long as the items she looked at were stuffed into Mu Chen's body, and then ran away towards the next stall.

Mu Chen followed her not far behind her with a relaxed and indifferent face, carrying things in large bags while paying, without the shelf of a big young master, but like a small entourage.

"Brother Muchen, there are a lot of people in front, let's go take a look!"

Suddenly, Mu Xuan, who was shopping happily, stopped, and pointed to the crowd in front of her, which surrounded the wide street.

"Okay!"

Mu Chen was also very curious, so he walked up with Mu Xuan.

I saw that eight sturdy young men were punching and kicking a thin middle-aged man in his fifties.

Not far behind them, there was a young man in brocade with a sneer on his face, and he insulted the middle-aged man loudly: "You profiteer just makes black money on our herd's territory, and you dare to deceive my Muhu, it's really damned! Lao Tzu will abolish you today, and let you harm some people less! Hmph, haven't you eaten, beat me to death!"

After hearing this, the eight people became even more energetic, and one of them even picked up a big stone and was about to smash it at the head of the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man curled up on the ground, blood flowing from his mouth and nose, but he still looked stubborn, holding a long sword tightly with both hands, as if it was more important than his life.