Seven days have passed since Mu Yanchen left the underground palace, but the family's assembly order has not come down, as if he has forgotten this matter, and Mu Yanchen is also happy about this. Except for the forging body in the morning, Mu Yanchen almost stayed in the Xuanyuan to cultivate, accumulating Xuan power and preparing to attack the tenth layer of the ten layers of the quenching body before the Xuanshi. At the same time, I don't know who leaked the news of his appearance, and Feng Xinli is leading people around looking for him, vowing to be ashamed.

A month ago, Danshi suddenly appeared under the Xuanyuan and brought him into the underground palace, and after experiencing such hellish training, I still think back to it with some nostalgia, that feeling that someone cares. However, he didn't find any obvious effect on the dragon blood given to him by Danshi, but he felt that the speed of recovery from injury was a bit terrifying, but if there was only such a little result, he would be too sorry for the well-known name of dragon blood. After learning a few mystical methods, he was even more determined to go to the top of the mystical disciples, and one day he also left a famous name...... It's a bit premature, stop.

"Mu Yanchen, you come out for Lao Tzu!"

After finishing his cultivation, Mu Yanchen opened the stone door and was about to go out, when a low roar that suppressed his anger came from his face. Pouting, Mu Yanchen slipped out of the hole with a haha, and his eyes fell on the front casually, a furious dog that was almost crazy. Feng Xinli led hundreds of hands and pressed in front of the wooden oblivion dust stone cave.

"What, your injuries are all healed, right?" Mu Yanchen looked at Feng Ye playfully, and the latter clenched the iron rope angrily.

"Don't worry about you...... Do you dare to come out and speak?" Feng Xinli whispered, after the last time he made a big disturbance here and affected the cultivation of the older disciples, he became very well-behaved after being rescued and taught a lesson.

Mu Yanchen looked at it, squatted on the edge of the stone cave, and spread his hands: "I think it's more peaceful here." ”

"I thought you really had wings and could fly higher than us, but you just needed to have a look. Feng Xin narrowed his eyes and said with a mocking expression.

Mu Yanchen faced the wind's fierce gaze, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, then I'll let you know if I'm flying higher than you." ”

"Hmph, follow me!" Feng Xinli's eyes flashed with triumphant eyes, and he sneered and grabbed the iron rope upward.

Mu Yanchen didn't say a word, he violently grabbed the iron rope and applied it violently, shaking the others so that the others could only hold on to the iron rope so as not to be shaken off, "You still follow me." ”

"Stinky boy, don't be complacent, you won't be able to laugh later......" Feng Xinli watched Mu Yanchen leave, his eyes were cold.

......

On the wide field, people gathered in a circle, and two people stood in the circle, looking at each other vigilantly.

"Third brother, you have to teach him a good lesson this time, otherwise one day he will not take you seriously. Feng Xinli stood at the edge of the inner circle, and a lazy young man stood next to him, but the momentum of the whole person was looming with a domineering, he was the third brother of Feng Xinli.

"Are you tired of being alive and dare to provoke me? Don't worry, I will definitely help you get justice when I come. He glanced at Feng Xin Li and said.

"Yes, third brother!" Feng Xin nodded vigorously, almost waisted.

Mu Yanchen frowned, and on the other side was a young man who looked younger than him, his head was often lowered, he was dressed in rags, his hair was messily tied with strips of coarse cloth, and he looked up at him from time to time, with some inferiority complex on his face. This is the opponent they have found? A little spark appeared in Mu Yanchen's heart, slowly burning.

looked at Mu Yanchen and said, "Mu Yanchen, if you can defeat him, this matter will be over." Otherwise......"

"You just apologize to me!"

"Kazemao, let's get started. ”

When the poor sour boy who was fighting against Mu Yanchen heard the order, his expression of inferiority was immediately swept away, and a powerful and incomparable momentum burst out from him.

"I don't think you have the intention to fight me, why fight to the death?" Mu Yanchen felt a great threat in the face of Feng Mao, and this person's momentum was afraid that he had already reached the Xuanshi realm.

Feng Mao's rising momentum stopped suddenly, obviously he didn't expect Mu Yanchen to talk to him, "But my mother needs an elixir to cure her illness, so she has to fight with you." ”

"Heal?" Mu Yanchen was also stunned and said in amazement.

"My mother was seriously injured when she went to collect medicine, and they promised me that if I defeated you, I would give me a high-grade elixir. Feng Mao's face was unnatural, and it was obvious that his mentality was one of the representatives of the people at the bottom of the pure Feng family.

“...... Is that so...... Come on!" Mu Yanchen shouted angrily, the muscles of his whole body bulged, the surging and violent power filled his body, his legs bent slightly, and in the next moment, it was like a sharp arrow shot straight at Fengmao, and the brutal force brought a light wind and blew towards the opponent.

In the face of Mu Yanchen's attack, Feng Mao half-raised his right hand, and the fiery red spiral power quickly increased, and at the moment of staggering, he stabbed the sharp cone into Mu Yanchen's arm, and at the same time, he hardly connected the attack of Mu Yanchen's weakened power, and took several steps backwards before turning away the impact.

Mu Yanchen hung his right hand, his entire arm emitted a red light, and the inside was like a flame burning, and the blood flowed faster to dissolve the destruction of this force, but with little effect.

This guy named Feng Mao has such a strong Xuan power at a young age, and his blow just now did not affect the opponent at all, but he was hit hard, is this the gap in Xuan Li? One step, it is intimidating.

But how can he be afraid?!

"The wind passes without a trace, and the waves are ......" Mu Yanchen slowly recited the mantra of "Lan Tao", the meridians and veins corresponding to each word and each sentence became clear in his mind one by one, and the nine layers of Xuan Li were drawn out of the dantian and operated in the meridians of "Lan Tao", a heavy pressure began to form a field with a diameter of five meters, Mu Yanchen stood in the center, finally closed his eyes and opened them again, and the light red light rose from the bottom of his eyes, covering the pupils.

The fiery power was condensed in his fingertips again, and Feng Mao felt the dangerous aura, although it hit Mu Yanchen hard and abolished his combat power, but his instinctive intuition made him uneasy about this guy, it seemed that ...... Awakened from its slumber.

The fierce will quietly occupied the soul, and Mu Yanchen didn't notice it, but felt that the strength of his body increased exponentially at a certain moment, as if he was about to break through some kind of restraint.

"Third brother, this guy ......" Feng Xin looked at the two people who were not moving, and his face was puzzled.

"Look closely, it's a prelude to a great blow. Licking his lips, "The soul of battle intent that was turned on, I only opened it in the Xuanyan Realm......"

The two confronted each other, like two statues, looking at each other from afar, and the moment their eyes met, it was a bloody battle.

“...... The waves are indestructible, and only I stack the wheels. ”

After reading the last word, Mu Yanchen let go of his right hand, and the fiery red mist was drifting from his arm. He was not yet familiar with this mystical art, and even if there was a mantra to supplement it, it would be a bit difficult, but he succeeded.

I don't know who is more powerful compared to this occult attack and the occult attack?

"Bang!" Mu Yanchen took the lead in attacking, his footsteps shook like thunder and danced, and the deep footprints quickly connected into a straight line, the sand and soil flew, and the mysterious power shot out, like a tiger fighting, like a yaksha knife dance, light and shadow intertwined, flashing each other's faces, hooking the corners of the mouth with the most extreme ridicule.

The figures of the field fell, and every step hit the ground like thunder, and in a moment there were hundreds of more potholed footprints on the ground.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

The fists are like wind and thunder, and Mu Yanchen mercilessly gives the opponent every fatal blow.

Savage God Fist!

The second weight of the Eight Desolation Holy Body!

The berserk force finally destroyed the opponent, and after receiving a few attacks from Mu Yanchen who disregarded his life, Feng Mao was knocked out of the field and flew into the crowd, bringing over several onlookers.

His eyes flashed into a cold gaze, and Mu Yanchen stopped angrily and looked at Feng Mao!