In a small meditation room, Muyang used almost all the strength he had left to open the wooden door and walked out with difficulty. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mu Yang's face, which had already exhausted all his strength, was extremely pale, and even if he tried his best to maintain his figure, he was still a little swaying.

Just at the last moment, when Chen Jing's killing move was dying, Mu Yang was forced to be helpless and forcibly cast a secret technique [Fighting Soul] in the Yanshen Technique. Once the Soul Fighting Secret Technique is cast, it can instantly increase the caster's neural reaction speed by several times in a short period of time.

It was at the critical moment of life and death that Mu Yang relied on this technique to catch Chen Jing's fatal move at the most dangerous moment.

Every step was an ordeal, and Muyang felt weaker than ever.

At this time, Mu Yang was simply crying without tears, and the consumption of the Soul Fighting Secret Technique recorded in the Divine Technique was really terrifying. Now that there is not much soul consciousness left in the sea of consciousness, the soul that has been accumulated for a long time has been directly consumed by the secret technique of fighting souls, and the prototype of the yin soul initially formed in the sea of consciousness has not been substantially damaged, otherwise he would have lost his wife and broken his army.

"But although he has suffered heavy losses, don't think about that Chen Jing. Thinking of this, Mu Yang's miserable feeling of exhaustion was a little comforted, and he secretly said in his heart: "Chen Jing will pretend when he arrives, and he can still pretend to be indifferent even after being hit hard by me, and now I'm afraid he is staying in his small secret room coughing up blood." ”

Although Mu Yang exhausted his soul in this battle, he had gained a lot. It is rare to be able to fight against an opponent who is on his par, and it is the first time that he is such a master who is proficient in the way of killing, and only three moves of confrontation are of great benefit to Mu Yang's martial arts improvement, and it also makes him even more aware of his own flaws.

At the same time, Shang Muyang also has a deeper understanding of this soul fighting secret technique, once this secret technique is cast, not only does it need to consume a large amount of divine souls, but his physical body, which is almost about to reach the extreme of the mortal body, is also exhausted.

From the meditation room to the task hall, the short distance made it extremely difficult for Muyang, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's worthy of walking in and carrying out on a stretcher, Chen Jing is really powerful." ”

Just when Muyang sighed, a sound that had experienced vicissitudes interrupted Muyang's emotion.

"Hey, little one, you don't seem to look good. The crane-haired old man leaned on the stone bench and drank the wine in the gourd leisurely.

Mu Yang's already pale cheeks were suddenly stained with a touch of red, and he explained embarrassedly: "Uncle, the kid is just a little unwell. ”

"And then!" the old man with the crane hair smiled slightly.

The old man was calm, and then the wine gourd in his hand was thrown.

Seeing the wine gourd thrown by the old man, Mu Yang subconsciously reached out to take it, he had exhausted all his strength, and the little force thrown by the old man was like the last stone that overwhelmed the straw, and his figure suddenly shook.

"Little guy, your body is bad enough, you can't stand on your feet when you pick up an old man's broken wine gourd, you have to exercise well at a young age, and don't be treated as a little white face in the future." The leisurely crane-haired old man joked, "Come, little guy try it first, and see how the old man's winemaking skills are." ”

Muyang couldn't refuse the old man's kindness, so he took a big gulp of the gourd.

After a glass of spirits, Muyang's expression changed several times.

"Little one, how does the old man's wine taste? The old man asked.

The feeling of the liquor in the stomach has changed several times, first it is extremely spicy, then it turns into a coolness, and finally it turns into a warm current that swims all over the body, and suddenly Muyang's lost strength recovers a lot.

Even if he was slow to react, Mu Yang knew at this moment that the wine he had just drunk must be different, and he looked at the sleepy old man in front of him again, and said respectfully: "The wine of the predecessors was drunk in one gulp, and the whole person seemed to fall into a realm of ice and fire, which is really good wine." ”

"Hehe, the old man looks at you kid and it's pleasing to the eye, this sip of ice and fire wine can be regarded as a meeting gift. The crane-haired old man stretched his waist again, yawned and said lazily, "What are you still standing here, the old man has nothing but this wine." ”

"Then thank you for the wine just now, and the junior Muyang will leave. ”

Putting the wine gourd on the stone bench on the side, Muyang thanked him respectfully and left.

The white-haired old man picked up the wine gourd beside him, first looked at Muyang who was leaving, and then turned to look at the meditation room not far away, showing a little melancholy, and muttered to himself in his heart: "It seems that the effect of Chen Jing's meditation and recuperation in the past three years is still not good, I hope that after this fierce fight, he can speed up the speed of his free sending and receiving and controlling killing intent." ”

"Eh, this kid's blood pupil doesn't know when it will be opened. ”

With the help of the mysterious old man's ice and fire spirit wine, Mu Yang's energy consumption barely recovered, and a hint of ruddy appeared on his pale complexion.

And not far away, the staff of the Bounty Guild watched Mu Yang calmly walk out of the meditation room, and they all looked at each other in disbelief, and couldn't help but wonder in their hearts: "Could it be that the butcher has changed his temper and didn't kill the young man in front of him." ”

Receiving the gold badge thrown by Chen Jing, Mu Yang looked at the gold badge engraved with a simple gold coin, and before he could think about it, he went straight to the mission table to pick up the escort task.

Coming to the task counter area of the task hall again, Muyang walked to the counter just now to receive the task.

Wu Ya, who had watched Mu Yang leave before, had been nervous until now, for fear that Mu Yang, who she had guided to the assessment, would be seriously injured by the butcher. Clinker was working absent-mindedly, and when Wu Ya just looked up to receive the next bounty hunter, she suddenly found Muyang standing in front of her intact.

Wu Ya stared at Muyang who was intact in front of her, and asked suspiciously, "Hey, little brother, haven't you been assessed?"

"No, I've just passed the assessment, yes, this is the qualification certification given to me by the butcher. ”

Mu Yang explained as he took out the gold badge that Chen Jing threw to himself at the end.

Taking the gold badge handed by Muyang, looking at the gold badge in her hand, Wu Ya let out a startled sound again.

"Bounty badge, little brother, this is the bounty badge given to you by the butcher!" Looking at the bounty badge in his hand, Wu Ya's voice trembled slightly.

Looking at Wu Ya who was excited in front of him, Mu Yang didn't feel that there was anything special about this gold badge, and said casually: "This gold badge was given to me by the butcher, I have already obtained the martial arts certification of the Yi Jin Realm, and I should be able to take that escort task." ”

Holding the bounty badge in her hand, she looked at the handsome young man in front of her again, Wu Ya really couldn't imagine how this young man defeated such a murderous butcher, barely calmed down the fluctuating emotions in her heart, and said in a panic: "Okay, I'll go through the formalities for you." ”

After a while, Mu Yang left the Bounty Guild with the Fire Vein in his hand to escort the entrusted token, but the news that he had passed the Yijin Realm Martial Artist Assessment and obtained the bounty badge spread far and wide, and Mu Yang had no feeling for it.

Out of the gate of the Bounty Guild, under the nourishment of a sip of ice and fire spirit wine, the strength of the body also recovered. Mu Yang thought carefully: "The escort task of this fire vein will gather at the Drunken Immortal Tower at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, and now I still have plenty of time, so I will first walk around Huangsha City, follow the introduction of the Encyclopedia of Death, and purchase some necessary equipment in the Death Desert." ”

Just do it, Muyang simply walked towards the downtown of Huangsha City.

After some shopping, Muyang returned to Zuixian Building with a big bag on his back, and hurriedly asked Xiao Er to serve a full meal. Immediately, Muyang renewed the room money for another day in the Drunken Immortal Building, and then hurriedly returned to the guest room, and sat directly on the bed and entered the deep meditation artistic conception to practice the Divine Cultivation Technique, in order to recover some of the soul.