But for Mu Cang.

This pitiful spiritual force is simply ridiculous.

In particular, the contemptuous thoughts faintly revealed by this spiritual power made Mu Cang sneer even more.

Therefore, he didn't even block it, and just let the other party's Prajna secret spell attack his mind.

Mu Cang shook his head slightly, and a mocking smile rose at the corner of his mouth:

"Hehe, does the old monk think I'm arrogant? Want to teach me a lesson? ”

If there is no estimation error.

The spiritual power of the old monk Zhenming, who had been cultivating for more than a hundred years, was converted into the divine soul attribute that he knew.

Most likely, it's only in the double digits.

Infinitesimal.

It's small.

It's so small.

And in Zhenming's opinion.

The arrogant prince in the distance must have been stiff at this time, and he had no power to fight back.

So, he's going to do it.

"Let the old monk teach you, respect for the opponent is respect for the martial arts."

After saying that, the old monk stepped on the soles of his feet, cracked the rocky ground, and his figure suddenly crossed a distance of dozens of meters in a blur, and ran to Mu Cang's face.

In the next moment, the five fingers of the old monk's right hand were unfolded, and the withered yellow palm suddenly turned red and swelled.

Obviously, the qi and blood have been running to the extreme.

"Arhat Mahamudra!"

After drinking low, Zhen Ming took out his palm like an iron pestle to subdue the demon and slapped it fiercely on Mu Cang's chest.

But at this moment.

Qiang !!

A clear sound resounded through the eardrums, and the old monk's brain buzzed.

The rushing figure also froze suddenly.

In a trance.

Mu Cang, who had a loose posture in his eyes, suddenly burst into a heavenly god of war with angry eyebrows.

Lifting Fang Tian's halberd and poking straight at him with supreme majesty.

It's like I'm just a little monster in the world.

At this time, he was arrogant and dared to provoke the Heavenly Court Immortal.

In an instant, a brilliant heavenly majesty descended.

wants to completely suppress the old monk Zhenming to the point of no return.

Outside the ring.

From the perspective of many martial artists watching the battle, the duel between the two is a different scene.

In their eyes.

Mu Cang, who was originally unremarkable, suddenly rose in momentum.

It almost overwhelmed the audience.

This colossal momentum.

Such as immortals, such as Buddhas, holy and divine.

It makes people's hearts unable to control themselves.

Immediately after, Mu Cang's right hand was behind his back.

The incomparably vast momentum of Fang Cai disappeared visibly as if the ice and snow were melting.

No.

It's not about disappearing.

It was magically incorporated into the finger of his left hand.

That finger pointed straight at Monk Zhenming.

Syllable!

Mu Cang pointed out.

In the middle of the old monk's right palm.

In an instant, he was 'sealed' in place, motionless.

Zhen Ming Lengleng stood in place, maintaining the posture just now, and his whole body stiffened.

Now.

He only felt a fierce and domineering and heart-shaking force burst into his body.

Running through the layers of his powerful qi and blood, it also stirs up the blood and qi circulation in his body into a mess, and it is not uncomfortable to rush left and right.

He even traced his head to his heart, and shook it so loudly that he couldn't control himself.

After a long time.

Zhenming came back to his senses.

He was shocked to find that he had fallen to the ground.

Moreover, the pain in the muscles and bones of the whole body was unbearable, and the qi and blood in the body were even more chaotic, and even the soul was damaged, causing the head to be dizzy.

Zhenming couldn't help but look up and asked, "You, you?" How can it be?! ”

The old monk obviously couldn't accept the fact that he was defeated with one move.

It's not just that he can't accept it.

Wang Nanxun, Gu Tianliu, and Xuancheng were not bad, and they all looked stunned and couldn't believe it.

Even the hundreds of martial artists who watched the battle were all shocked.

After a few seconds, these martial artists were in an uproar.

The audience set off a violent wave.

"I'm stupid!"

"Am I dreaming?!"

"How can it be just one move!"

"Even King Kong is not bad, one move in seconds!"

"He's only twenty years old!"

"Could it be that His Royal Highness Nine is really the first in the world?!"

The heated discussion continued.

Everyone was frantically outputting words, trying to dispel their shock.

"Didn't you say it would take a long time? You see! Look! Hahahaha! ”

Song Di patted Bai Xiaosheng and laughed wildly, as if he had Zhenming in seconds, not Mu Cang.

Bai Xiaosheng also looks suspicious of life.

He kept waving his hand and sighing: "Don't ask me, I don't know anything now." ”

Xuan Cheng Dao, who was sitting at the top of the audience, had a pale face, and felt a lot of pressure for a while.

He couldn't help but roar inwardly:

'How can it be so strong?! ’

'This thief! This thief! ’

'The thief who stole my sect's exercises! ’

Back yesterday at midnight.

He received the news of the deaths of Zhang Qiyuan and Feng Yongchao, as well as the details of their deaths.

Xuan Chengzi was almost certain that it was Mu Cangxia's hand.

As for how the other party could get the exercises from Zhang Qiyuan in just one day.

It seems that the practice is quite good.

He was completely incomprehensible.

But no matter what, Xuancheng Daoist has now decided.

This Nine Emperor Prince, Mu Cang, definitely stole his sect's exercises through despicable methods.

But when he thought of Fang Cai, with the profound cultivation of the old bald donkey of Zhenming, his spiritual secret methods failed to work.

Xuancheng Daoist couldn't help gritting his teeth and whispering: "The intimidation technique can't be used, I have to go all out!" ”

Don't mention the reaction of the crowd.

In the ring, Mu Cang looked leisurely, slowly walked in front of Zhen Ming with his negative hand, and chuckled:

"Old monk, you seem to have misunderstood something."

Zhenming's beard trembled and he struggled to get up, and said in a low voice:

"Poor monk... Poor monk..."

Mu Cang smiled and continued:

"You've always thought I'm arrogant?"

"You are wrong, old monk, it's not that I'm arrogant, it's that you're arrogant!"

After saying this, Mu Cang didn't say anything anymore and turned to leave.

And Zhenming's pupils trembled, and he hung his bald head heavily.

This battle.

Mu Cang, big victory!

Time passed quickly.

Wang Nanxun and Gu Tianliu were also standing in the ring at this moment.

After a few words of greeting, the two began to fight.

For a while, the wind whistled in the ring, and the sound of the air exploding was endless.

Mu Cang in the audience didn't think he had much martial arts.

Still watching the battle between the two intently.

Wang Nanxun's marksmanship is not only wide open and close, but also contains a strong eerie atmosphere.

A large spear is always stabbed from an incredible angle, and the stirring surrounding air bursts, and the ghost hisses and screams.

Gu Tianliu moved bigger, highlighting a chic demeanor.

The figure of the old man flickered, and from time to time several phantoms that were difficult to distinguish between real and false.

With the fierce strength of the body's sleeve robe, Wang Nanxun, who was besieging together, was slightly embarrassed.

And Mu Cang, who was watching the battle from afar, kept his eyes flickering.

"Yin Ghost Marksmanship", "Youluo Qigong", "Crane Vertical Legs", "Seven Steps to Looking at the Stars", "Turning the Mind and Shifting Qi", "Haoran True Gong", ......

The martial arts that were revealed during the battle between the two were constantly being studied by him and integrated into his own martial arts system.

In the end, Gu Tianliu made a move in the ring, broke Wang Nanxun's sternum, and won.

However, the former also suffered some minor injuries, wheezing, coughing up blood, and staggering slightly.

"Your Highness, the two of us don't have to compare."

Gu Tianliu's face was pale, and he coughed and waved his hand at Mu Cang, "The old bald donkey is so strong that he can be defeated by you with one move, old man, I am not in good shape now, alas, forget it." ”

"If you have a chance in the future, let's talk to Your Highness again."

Mu Cang smiled slightly: "Okay." ”