It's just that Muyang is not an ordinary cultivator.

He underestimated the power and speed of Mu Yang's punch too much, and when he realized that something was wrong, it was too late to change his moves.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Mu Yang's fist bypassed the Xingyuan Shield on the temple disciple's chest and hit him from the side on the soft underbelly, and with a cry of pain, the disciple bent down like a shrimp.

"You lost. ”

Mu Yang retracted his fist and looked down at his opponent who was squatting on the ground with his stomach covered. In the competition between cultivators, when the strength is similar, they may be able to fight dozens or even hundreds of moves, but when the difference in strength is too great, winning or losing is only in an instant.

"I didn't make a heavy move, so you haven't gotten down yet, are you pulling the exit message bamboo tube yourself, or do you let me do it for you?"

"I'll do it myself. ”

Looking up at Mu Yang with unwilling eyes, the face of this temple disciple turned pale, although he was not convinced, he also understood that the gap between his strength and Mu Yang was too big.

"Please also ask the senior brother to leave his name. ”

Mu Yang hesitated for a moment and said, "Mu Yang." ”

The temple disciple on the ground was stunned, the unwillingness in his eyes quickly disappeared, and he smiled bitterly: "No wonder I will lose, it is you ......"

After speaking, he took out the communication bamboo tube from his arms and pulled the bottom bracelet.

As a sharp voice sounded, the temple disciple was wrapped in a faint layer of silvery-white brilliance, and in just a moment, a cleric rushed over and led him into the distance.

"Five hundred meters in front of the left, teleport. ”

A thick middle-aged voice sounded in the air without any emotion, Mu Yang glanced up, smiled faintly, and walked to the left.

......

......

Qianrenfeng was used as a hospital for the hospital.

The wall where the bronze mirror was placed had fallen to the ground at some point.

The bronze mirrors on the walls have disappeared, replaced by an intricately manufactured model of a mountain range.

Twenty middle-aged priests sat around the stone wall, staring intently at the flickering and moving points of light in the rockery on the ground, and every time an area lit up, one of the priests gave instructions for the next step.

This seemingly ordinary stone wall is not a real wall, but a control hub made of dozens of precious crystals, which can control hundreds of magic circles in the valley of Vientiane. And this model of the mountain range is a miniature version of the Vientiane Valley.

Vientiane Valley is vast and vast, surrounded by cliffs, and thousands of temple disciples are standing on the cliffs at this time, quietly looking at the bottom of the valley.

Due to the distance and the fact that clouds and mist drifted by from time to time, ordinary disciples could only see a few hundred small dots moving in the valley when they stood on the top of the cliff, and as for their faces and clothes, they could not see clearly at all, let alone hear the conversation at the bottom of the valley.

On a boulder at the top of the cliff in the east, quicksand dressed in a white dress, quietly staring at the bottom of the valley in the morning light, Donghuang stood not far from her, his eyes wandered back and forth between the bottom of the valley and the cliff opposite, looking very bored.

"Isn't it just a ranking competition, what's so beautiful, you ran to this cliff early in the morning, what are you looking at?" finally couldn't help it, Donghuang couldn't help but complain.

"I didn't let you come, you can go whenever you want, no one will stop you. Quicksand's voice was as cold and indifferent as ever.

Donghuang smiled and said, "Don't I like you, junior sister, does what you promised me half a year ago still count?"

Quicksand turned his head to look at Donghuang, and there was a look of doubt in his beautiful eyes.

"Why, did you forget? Didn't you say that after the Chengtian Festival, you would go to Southern Xinjiang with me?" said the Eastern Emperor, his eyes widened exaggeratedly, and he raised his voice.

"It's you who want to go to southern Xinjiang, I don't think I agreed, right?" said Quicksand frowned impatiently.

"Why didn't you agree? The wolf god was also present at the time! He can testify!"

The Eastern Emperor argued.

Quicksand's eyes became strange: "If you're just looking for something to say, I advise you to keep your mouth shut." ”

"Uh...... Well, I'll admit it, I'm at a loss, but don't you feel bored when you stand here early in the morning without saying a word? What the hell are you looking at?"

Donghuang jumped to his feet and looked at the bottom of the valley.

Quicksand's gaze also returned to the bottom: "Alone. ”

"Who?"

"Muyang. ”

"The guy who was the first to test the inner sanctum?"

"Yes. ”

"What's there to see about him......? You can't take a fancy to him, do you?" Donghuang squinted at the quicksand vigilantly, trying to see something on her face.

"Can you not be so bored?" Quicksand glanced at Donghuang helplessly, "I just feel like I've seen him somewhere before." ”

"His cultivation is less than the four realms, such a little shrimp can also make you remember?"

Donghuang said disdainfully: "Besides, except for cultivation, you rarely go out of the temple, and even the celebrations of the major sects rarely participate, but he is a freshman this year, not a refugee from the north." ”

"North?

Quicksand's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up: "It's in the north, outside Maple Leaf City, he is the one who Wei Weiya will not hesitate to capture desperately!"

"Xiaoya...... Phew, I mean what did that witch do with him?" Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, the Eastern Emperor hurriedly changed his words.

"Although I don't know the reason, the person she likes shouldn't be so simple. Quicksand muttered.

......

......

Mu Yang stood on a wide grass, surrounded by a vast expanse, a breeze blew, the weeds half a meter high at the soles of his feet made a rustling sound, a hundred meters in front of him, more than a dozen sturdy gray giant wolves lined up in a neat row and stared at him viciously.

The loud voice that sounded just now seemed to be still lingering in mid-air and had not dissipated, and Mu Yang's hand was already on the hilt of the nameless long knife.

"Kill all the wolves and go into the house. ”

Behind the wolves stood a lonely wooden house.

Mu Yang stood motionless, squinting his eyes and looking around silently, these giant wolves were very different from the wolves he had seen before, their size had far exceeded the largest desert wolf on the border, and even taller than the wolf of the demon wolf cavalry.

The strength of the three realms and five products.

This is Mu Yang's preliminary estimate of the strength of these giant wolves.

What puzzled Mu Yang was that the giant wolves in front of him didn't seem to be an ordinary wolf pack, although they hadn't fought yet, they gave people a feeling like a well-trained army when they marched.

There was a quick reaction among the wolves.

A giant wolf on the far left slowly walked out of the team, its four legs with thick arms stepped on the grass without making any sound, and when it was less than fifty meters away from Muyang, it suddenly accelerated, opened its bloody mouth and opened its mouth, revealing its sharp and hideous fangs, and pounced with a strong wind.

Whether it is a demonic beast or a demon beast that shows its body, most of the combat methods come from the instinct of hunting, which is nothing more than biting and tearing, subduing the prey to the ground with its strong physique and sharp claws.

This method is simple and crude, but it is very effective, especially against cultivators with no hunting experience, and it is often possible to end the battle in a very short time.

Mu Yang's hunting experience is richer than the most experienced hunter in the world, seeing the rapidly approaching giant wolf, the nameless long knife on his back has come out of the sheath, and in an instant, more than a dozen ways to kill the enemy in one move appeared in his mind, but just when he was about to swing the knife out, the whole person suddenly froze on the spot.