In other words, he had already identified Chu Muyun as an opponent, so he would be so determined, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Or what if you can't help yourself, you must know that life is helpless, sometimes you can't help yourself, and you can't die by yourself.

The young man in armor locked on Chu Muyun, and suddenly, everyone's eyes were cast towards Chu Muyun, who was slightly surprised.

Among these people, some of them had seen Chu Muyun above the Danhui Danshi assessment, and some had heard that Elder Liu, one of the three major masters of the Danhui Pavilion, had accepted his own disciples, and most of them were inclined to the latter, even so, they still couldn't avoid the discussions that ignited in that instant.

"He is the one who won the championship in the Dan Meeting? It seems that his strength is very ordinary......"

"There is only the realm of the late stage of the Tattoo Spirit Realm, and just relying on this means that Dan will participate in the Qingyun Banquet, I'm afraid it's not enough to see. ”

"Why have you never heard of this person before...... Danhui Pavilion will not really be strong outside, and the strength of the new generation of children is really inferior. ”

"Yes, I'm afraid that the prestige of Hua Danqing, known as the 'mirage' on the Qingyun List, is the last glory of the Danhui!"

The little princess in the distance also spat helplessly: "It's only because you're unlucky, but it's not unjust to lose in the hands of this barbarian." ”

Chu Muyun was a little surprised, but more of a mistake. He never imagined that there would be someone who came so firmly against him, and this person was still a very strange person to him, someone he had never met.

He blankly and roughly swept his gaze over everyone.

Prince Mo Thirteen was expressionless, but he always looked with a hint of indescribable irony.

Before the battle, the little princess had already begun to mourn for him, and she was almost silent......

The portrayal of Chu Jingyun and Chu Jiyun's hearts was reflected on their faces, it was a kind of curiosity, with a kind of curiosity. has such a strong feeling, and that son Chu Mufeng.

The drunken Zang family looked at him, and seemed to be thinking about something, no matter what it was, it was certain that it was not a beauty.

The eldest grandson Shaoshang gloated unabashedly, Wuzi was as cold as ever, and Murong Yuyun was light and light...... Although many faces depict different people, they all coincide with a common characteristic, that is, a kind of indifference, which is called strangeness in the eyes.

Chu Muyun knew that if a person was too famous, he would inevitably have a lot of unnecessary troubles. But the problem is that he is not famous yet, and the troubles and troubles are already one after another.

He even sometimes thinks about it, feeling that he is really a person who is specially 'favored' by fate.

All eyes were on him, which made him feel uncomfortable. But in the next moment, all the eyes that had gathered on him became uncomfortable, for before he could fight, a familiar and troublesome figure stood up lazily.

That's Mo Sheng, but he's no stranger at the moment!

"How...... Do you want to replace him?" the young barbarian in armor raised his eyebrows as he stared at Mo Sheng, who looked like he was underwhelmed no matter how he looked at it.

Mo Sheng didn't answer, let alone the Seventh Prince Mo who frowned because he got up and broke the rules of the Qingyun Banquet, he just turned his head to look at Chu Muyun, he just wanted to know what Chu Muyun was thinking at this time.

Chu Muyun quietly released a powerful divine soul power perception, and the young man in armor was above him in the early stage of the Spirit Washing Realm. But after some careful consideration, he chose to stand up.

After comparing the combat strength, he felt that even if he couldn't win this battle, he wouldn't lose too badly.

"I shouldn't lose!"

Chu Muyun stepped onto the battle platform, and he gave Mo Sheng an answer very sincerely, although this answer was difficult for Mo Sheng to understand. He was almost messy in the wind, and in the late stage of the Tattoo Spirit Realm versus the early stage of the Cleansing Spirit Realm, was there still any suspense about this? What does it mean to 'not lose'? He felt that his worldview could not accept this sincere answer.

"There's no denying that your alchemy, or alchemy, talent is impressive. But this world is respected by strength, if your strength can only be used as a stepping stone and trampled on, then no one will care about your alchemy......" The barbarian in armor saw that Chu Muyun also simply walked onto the battle platform, his chin was slightly raised, and his eyes looked down at the other party and sneered.

Chu Muyun didn't know which one the other party was singing, but what he said was reasonable. For an alchemist, no matter how strong your alchemy is, if your own strength can't keep up, you can only be manipulated by others to make wedding clothes for others.

He paused, but still habitually arched his hand and said, "Taught!"

The barbarian in armor saw that Chu Muyun did not argue with him, and the sullenness in his heart was also much more comfortable, after all, the feeling of being used as a gun was an intolerable helplessness for any sentient leader.

"My realm is above you, it is inevitable that others will say that I am invincible, I only use the strength of the late stage of the Tattoo Spirit Realm to fight with you, and this battle only uses one move to win or lose, how?" The sneer on the barbarian's face gradually retracted, and he said.

"Rampant guy!" Mo Sheng looked angry.

The barbarian lowered his realm and fought with Chu Muyun, and threatened to divide the victory and defeat with one move, the implication of his words can be imagined, it was to defeat this 'master disciple' of the Danhui with one move, and he didn't take the people of the Danhui in his eyes at all.

Some people are angry, and naturally there are inevitably people who sneer with the mentality of a bystander.

Chu Muyun looked at the barbarian opposite, he felt that the other party could no longer be described by the word 'rampant', that tone and words were completely a kind of smug pleasure that let himself be trampled under his feet in the eyes of everyone, he hated this tone very much, because he was really fed up.

Airplanes!

The warehouse chain flashed a cold light, and an ordinary cold sword appeared in Chu Muyun's hand, he ran the "Dishui Spiritual Technique", and the spiritual power of the surrounding heaven and earth was quietly pouring into his body, he slowly raised the tip of the sword and pointed at the young barbarian in armor, and said: "You said that strength is respected, I hope you can remember what you said." ”

As soon as Chu Muyun's words came out, the leaders present all shook their heads. It's understandable that his strength is weak, but as Elder Liu's personal disciple, he was provoked by a single sentence, and this kind of temperament is really disappointing.

Especially Murong Yu, he sneered in his heart, he couldn't imagine that this Chu Muyun was even more stupid and arrogant than he imagined. Taking on this errand by yourself is also too big and overkill.

The barbarian in armor just snorted, and walked towards Chu Muyun leisurely. Every time he took a step, there were more and more Xuanyuan Divine Patterns around his body. And around the battle platform, the desert wind and sand blew somehow, and a feeling of desolation and despair arose.

"This is the 'Desert' Xuanyuan Technique!" someone exclaimed.

Chu Muyun released his Divine Soul Perception, and although his vision was buried by the violent wind and sand, his Divine Soul Power was extremely clear. The sword intent around him increased dramatically, and he was worried that he would be recognized by the people of the Chu clan, so he didn't dare to use all his strength to urge the cold ice spiritual power.

The gradually rising sword intent made the wild sand that had to be set off sharp, and then at the moment when Chu Muyun's cold sword was shot, all the leaders present, the weapons in the warehouse chain let out a low sword groan one after another, and in the frightened and nervous gaze, Chu Muyun slashed out with a sword, and the spirit pattern body of the Seven Star Soul Restoration Grass was like a three-life flower, blooming all over the void......