"Hey, wait, you're doting, it's hurting Chen'er, we can't protect him by his side for the rest of our lives, Chen'er has his own way to go, in this world where the strong are respected, only he can protect himself in the future!

Mu Haotian grabbed his wife and said.

"But ......"

Shen Yuru's eye-catching eyes were a little hazy, and she couldn't bear to look at Mu Chen, who was covered in blood.

"Don't worry, I will help Chen'er heal immediately after the competition to ensure that he has no scars all over his body!"

Mu Haotian stroked his wife's fragrant shoulder and said.

In the ring, Mu Chen was attacked several times again, although he was covered in blood, and bursts of great pain hit his heart, but his pale face was unusually calm, which was calm and inconsistent with his age.

"Young Master Muchen, admit defeat quickly, although I can't hit you hard, but over time, you will bleed too much and your body will be dragged down, so it will be easy to leave sequelae for future cultivation!"

Mu Lei's voice sounded from all directions, he had to admit that Mu Chen's reaction ability was amazingly fast, he could react extremely quickly in every attack he had, and caught every knife as much as he could, if Mu Chen's cultivation was comparable to his own, and his own attack could not break through his defensive air shield, then he really couldn't help the other party.

"I see, although your body is weird, it is not untouchable!"

Mu Chen suddenly realized, his eyes were slightly closed, his face was as calm as water, and his mood was suddenly isolated from the noisy outside world, and he seriously pounced on the feeling like a ghost.

Mu Lei stopped speaking after hearing this, and his figure appeared like a ghost again, but this time it was Mu Chen's sword, silent, directly stabbing into his right arm holding the knife.

"How is that possible?"

The Great Elder's face changed, and he really couldn't believe that Mu Chen could catch Dao Mu Lei's figure.

There was silence in the entire stands, most of them with one expression, dumbfounded, and couldn't believe that in an instant, Mu Chen, who was covered in blood, could fight back.

Mu Lei's arm hurt, but he was very conscious, his body exploded back more than twenty meters, and he stared at Mu Chen with a shocked face: "How did you do it?"

Blood droplets slowly dripped from the tip of Mu Chen's sword, and Mu Chen opened his eyes and said, "It's very simple, your body method seems to be ever-changing, but in fact, it has the law of ever-changing!"

"Impossible, how can you have such eyesight!"

Mu Lei's face muscles moved slightly, his body method was broken by the same person for the first time since he practiced, and he was still a martial artist who was lower than his own cultivation, I remember that my father said when he taught the Wind Thunder Sword Method, although the Wind Shadow Body Method is ever-changing, but others can't catch its rules, unless it is hard to break its laws with strong attack power, it can barely be regarded as a way to crack it. But the young man in front of him broke it by skill, and obviously had a thorough understanding of the wind shadow body, such eyesight and talent are really shocking.

"Your right arm can no longer hold the knife, you are the one who loses!"

Mu Chen looked at Mu Lei's trembling right arm, and said as blood continued to spill out.

"But how do you know I can't use a knife with my left arm?"

Mu Lei snorted coldly, clicked on the wound a few times, barely stopped the bleeding, and handed the war knife to his left hand.

"What a tough opponent!"

Mu Chen's brows furrowed slightly, feeling tricky.

"Whirlwind!"

Mu Lei's figure swept out like a whirlwind, and the war knife in his hand once again turned into a remnant of the blade, attacking Mu Chen.

"Spring breeze and rain!"

Mu Chen swung his sword to meet him, and the sword turned into bits and pieces, colliding with the afterimage of the wind blade, in the eyes of outsiders, but seeing Mu Chen's body covered with raindrops of light and shadow, and a whirlwind outside his body attacked, dazzling.

The blood from Mu Chen's wound was still flowing, his face was pale, cold sweat was breaking out, and bursts of dizziness rushed to the top of his head, if it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have been unable to support it.

Mu Lei's condition is not much better, the wound on his shoulder burst out again, bleeding nonstop, although it is less than Mu Chen's wound, but it is much deeper, the huge pain makes the body extremely stiff, even if the left hand can make a knife, but compared to the right hand to move is much stiffer, the speed is not comparable to the past, and now the combat power is less than five layers.

After fighting for about a dozen moves, Mu Chen's body gradually shook a little, I am afraid that he will not be able to support it for long, but he is still stubborn, and the Guiyuan Gong in his body continues to be urged out, condensing some of the remaining true qi in the dantian, and he can't hold on anymore.

At this moment, the rotational energy in the Muchen Dantian suddenly increased sharply, and the scattered true qi in the tendons and veins condensed again due to the increase in rotational strength, which was a sign of a breakthrough in Guiyuan's energy.

Originally, Mu Chen's rejuvenating energy had been cultivated to the consummation stage of 'one turn', but now after a fierce battle, he finally got a breakthrough, and after reaching the 'second turn', Mu Chen's body became even stronger, his true qi storage doubled, and his attack power was also greatly improved.

Mu Chen's eyes lit up, a strong aura vented out, and the true qi on the long sword also skyrocketed, slamming with the attacking sword with a thousand momentum.

Clang!

Sparks flew everywhere, and I saw that the war knife was cut alive, and the remaining strength of the true qi swept on Mu Lei's chest, and the cyan figure was knocked out like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground motionless.

Mu Lei was defeated. The audience fell silent.

Mu Chen supported his body with a long sword, showing a tired smile, this tragic victory also relied on this low-grade treasure weapon, if the weapons of the two were the same, it would be impossible to cut off Mu Lei's sword, then it was himself who lost.

"Lei'er!"

After a while, the Great Elder reacted and shouted with a loss of color. In a flash, he had come to the ring, picked up Mu Lei, and immediately pressed one hand on his chest, knowing that it was just that he was stunned and there was no big problem, he was relieved, he was very good in his eyes, and he knew that Mu Chen finally withdrew his hand, otherwise Mu Lei would not die and be disabled, so he hugged his fist slightly: "Thank you for the mercy of the young master!"

On weekdays, everyone calls Mu Chen the young master, because the word young master means that the future head of the family means, and at this time, the great elder calls Mu Chen like this, which has recognized his identity, which makes the faces of the second elder and the fourth elder change slightly.

The Great Elder picked up Mu Lei and turned away, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Mu Chen's whole body finally relaxed, his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted, but fortunately, Mu Xuan and Red Sleeves had already rushed into the ring to support him.

"Brother Mu Chen, how are you, does it hurt!" Mu Xuan's fair face rolled down two lines of tears, and asked softly.

"Hurry up and treat Young Master Muchen!" Red Sleeves also cried urgently.

Mu Chen smiled and flicked on the faces of the two of them and said, "Don't worry, just rest for two days for this little injury, you two are big girls, what's there to cry about, don't be ashamed!"

"I'm worried about you to death, you know! You still have the heart to make fun of others, hmph, I'll ignore you in the future!" Mu Xuan wiped her tears and patted Mu Chen.

"My good Xuanxuan, Brother Muchen is wrong, don't ignore me! When I'm ready, I'll take you to play! And the red-sleeved girl is not allowed to cry, if you cry again, young master, I don't want you!"

"Don't, young master, just don't cry!" Red Sleeves quickly wiped two handfuls on his red eyes, and said eagerly.

"Okay, let's help Chen'er down to heal!"

Mu Haoran walked into the ring and saw that Mu Chen was fine, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

After the two women helped Mu Chen out of the ring, Mu Haoran nodded to the six elders, who walked into the ring willingly, and said loudly: "The champion of this year's clan meeting competition is, Mu Chen!"

"Okay!!"

An unprecedented sensation resounded in the entire martial arts arena.

Three days later.

Early in the morning, Mu Chen woke up early, and after getting out of bed, he punched two or three times at random, and after three days of cultivation, his body was almost healed.

"Squeak!"

The door of the house was pushed open, and the slender figure with red sleeves walked in, she was holding a bowl of gruel, and when she saw Mu Chen getting out of bed, she smiled and said, "Young Master Mu Chen, how is your body feeling!"

"With such a good girl as Red Sleeves to take care of, of course she has been cured!"

Mu Chen grinned, snatched the porridge and put it on the table, and then took the little hand of the red sleeve and sat on the edge of the bed, and teased: "Yo, what kind of rouge did our sister with red sleeves use today, it seems to be beautiful again, let the young master touch it!"