Time passed slowly and constantly, and half a month passed in a blink of an eye, and Mu Yang finally accumulated enough three hundred points to advance to the seventh level hunter.

The seventh-level hunter had the qualification to receive the 'C' level mission, and when he walked out of the Martyr's Hall after receiving the mission and came to a wide martial arts arena, a disciple of the outer hall wearing a blue costume suddenly blocked Mu Yang's way.

"Your name is Muyang?"

This is a young man who looks seventeen or eighteen years old, his eyebrows are as black as ink, his eye sockets are slightly sunken, and his gaze is indifferent.

After entering the temple, Mu Yang practiced all day to take on tasks, but he had a lot less time to contact with outsiders, and this black-eyed young man had no impression.

"Yes. Who are you?"

Mu Yang looked the other party up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment on the sword inlaid with seven sapphires on his waist. Cultivators have more than a dozen specialized directions, force cultivation focuses on * strength, and weapon cultivation is dominated by sword and bow cultivation based on long-range damage, judging from the weapons of the black eyebrow disciples, it should be sword cultivation.

"My name is Zhou Wusheng, and I am here today to challenge you. ”

The words of the black-eyebrow young man made Mu Yang frown, since he entered the temple, he acted quite low-key at his own expense, and he didn't understand how he attracted the attention of this guy...... Zhou Wusheng, this name seems to be somewhat familiar, where do you seem to have heard it?

"Why?"

The duel challenge between the disciples of the temple, Mu Yang has seen it many times in the past two months, compared to other sects, the cultivators here pay more attention to reputation, after all, they are all elite Tianjiao selected from all over the world, and the spirit of not admitting defeat and arrogance can be seen in everyone, but Mu Yang still can't figure out why Zhou Wusheng deliberately found him.

"I have to challenge the top 37 of the top 3 and first class on the freshman list. ”

"You are Zhou Wusheng, who is ranked thirty-eighth?"

The black-eyebrow boy's words reminded Muyang, and he remembered the last name in the top three ranks.

"Yes, but now it's eighth. The black-eyebrow young man's voice revealed unconcealable pride, and he said very seriously: "As long as I defeat you, I will be the seventh." ”

Mu Yang looked at him a little helplessly, thinking to himself, could it be that this guy hasn't done anything for more than a month, and he has challenged others? At this time, there were disciples passing by around who recognized Zhou Wusheng and surrounded him, and from their conversation, Mu Yang confirmed that his conjecture did not seem to be wrong.

"I'm not interested in doing anything with you. ”

Seeing that there were more and more onlookers, Mu Yang said to Zhou Wusheng seriously: "If you think that the ranking of the freshman list is very important, I will give you the seventh position, and from now on, you will be seventh." ”

Zhou Wusheng obviously didn't expect Mu Yang to say this, and after a short hesitation, a trace of anger suddenly appeared on his face, and he said coldly: "Give it to me? Are you humiliating me? With my Zhou Wusheng's cultivation strength, do you still need to let me?"

Mu Yang smiled, didn't reply, walked forward, and when he walked to Zhou Wusheng's side, a big hand suddenly grabbed his arm.

Mu Yang frowned slightly.

"You must accept my challenge!"

Zhou Wusheng's indifferent voice rang out.

Mu Yang looked ahead, and his eyes fell on a little maid who hurriedly walked with a bamboo basket not far away: "What if I don't agree?"

"Then you're a coward!"

Mu Yang hesitated for a moment and shook off Zhou Wusheng's hand vigorously.

"Cowards are cowards, I don't care. ”

Seeing Mu Yang beside him gradually walking away, Zhou Wusheng's hand that stopped in mid-air clenched hard, he turned around violently, looked at Mu Yang's back and shouted: "Mu Yang, you stop for me, if you take another step, don't blame me for being unkind!"

Mu Yang sneered in his heart, he didn't even slow down a bit, at this time, the little maid passed by him, Zhou Wusheng saw this scene, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the long sword in his waist suddenly came out of its sheath and slashed towards Mu Yang's back.

The sword light broke through the air, like a lightning bolt falling on a sunny day, a slight muffled snort sounded, Mu Yang's body suddenly stopped, the sword light dispersed, and the maid with the flower basket fell to the ground softly, a two-inch-long blood line appeared on her neck, and the blood flowed quickly down the wound.

Muyang's whole body trembled, his eyes fell on the maid, and he saw that she was clutching her neck with a painful expression, struggling weakly on the ground, her eyes were full of horror and despair.

"Quick, go and call the priest!"

Mu Yang's face changed greatly, after the special training of the Demon Shadow, he could see at a glance that this sword was a fatal wound, if it could not be treated in time, the little maid would die in less than half a cup of tea.

However, the onlookers all looked at the dying maid on the ground with indifferent expressions, and no one moved, Muyang rushed to the maid's side and held her in his arms, this is a little girl who is only twelve or thirteen years old, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, a soft and thin body that keeps trembling, and her slender eyes are overflowing with tears.

"Quick! call the priest to save people!"

Mu Yang roared loudly, but the onlookers still didn't react.

"It's just a maid, it's dead and it's dead, what's all the fuss. Someone in the crowd suddenly said.

"That's right, the priest will save the maid, what kind of dream, even if it is an outer disciple, how many people are qualified to receive the treatment of the priest?"

"Die, die, don't you just lose some money. ”

"If you fight, the maid will not die, the cat cries the mouse, false mercy. ”

"A coward is a coward, what kind of good person is pretending to be at this time. ”

The cold and ruthless voice came into Mu Yang's ears, he didn't speak again, picked up the maid and ran towards the apse, and the indifferent voice floated into everyone's ears.

"Zhou Wusheng, you wait, if she dies, Lao Tzu wants your life!"

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In the bungalow next to the Hall of Martyrs.

The little maid was lying on the bed, her face was pale, her breath was weak, and she had already passed out from excessive blood loss.

The old priest waved the staff in his hand, and a holy light fell from the sky, shining on the wound on her neck, which slowly healed at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and soon only a faint white mark remained.

Mu Yang looked at the old priest with a nervous expression, and it wasn't until he put down his staff that he asked eagerly, "How is it?"

The old priest wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a tired voice: "Fortunately, it was delivered in time, and if it is one step later, my life will not be saved." ”

Mu Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and took out a delicate small box from the Liuyun Ring, and the box opened, revealing the fifty star crystals neatly arranged inside.

"Thank you. Respectfully put the box in front of the old priest, and Mu Yang saluted him, "She will trouble you to help take care of it first, I still have something to deal with, and I will be back soon." ”

After speaking, Mu Yang turned around and walked out, and the moment he stepped out of the threshold, two cold lights suddenly shot out of his humble and soft eyes.

"In order to save you, he actually spent fifty star crystals, I really don't know whether to say that your life is good or bad?"

The old priest glanced at the star crystal in the box and muttered to the unconscious maid on the bed.