"The little master is polite, dare to ask the little master's name?" Murong Jiu clenched his hands into fists and asked the monk.

"Amitabha, I am Murong Jiu, the dream spirit of the two gods who travel at night, I don't know what the donor is called?" The monk held a stick in his left hand and saluted with his right hand.

"Hehe......" Sima Yan and Qiling smiled, not only happy for the scene in front of them, but also laughing at the boy's playful mentality.

Monk Murong Jiu is a child's mind, and he will naturally have a playful mentality in his dreams, of course, he deliberately gave the appearance and name of the spiritual object Murong Jiu, which is funny and funny, and it also reflects his closeness to Murong Jiu.

"You are also called Murong Jiu, Shen Er, your humor has no limits......

Murong Jiu's eyes widened, the monk was just a product of a dream, he could give gifts and speak independently, wasn't it all teenagers who were funny?

"Okay, then I, Murong Jiu, will try your Murong Jiu's strength...... Murong Jiu's eyes flashed, and he shot like the wind, slapping his palm at the monk, and a wave of energy hit the monk when he hit Boden.

Murong Jiu and the monk immediately fought fiercely, the monk was given life by the young man, his strength was really extraordinary, he held a stick in both hands and smashed left and right, mixed with the sound of whirring wind, the attack was fierce and abnormal, and his body flashed, his movements were fast and flexible, without a trace of mud and water.

And after Murong Jiu woke up from the inner Shenwu space, he felt that he was more powerful than before, although he didn't know what realm he had reached, but he had the confidence to break the golden stone. In this battle, he not only wanted to position his own strength, but also to quickly familiarize himself with the attack method after the strength of the force increased.

Murong Jiu's cultivation of the Divine Xuan Gong Method and the Xuan Wei Body Technique made his body and soul more and more sensitive, and he often had some autonomous reactions to the attacks of his strength.

The monk's stick martial arts skills are given by the young man, the stick sweep, the stick block, every blow is wonderful to the peak, the wind is whistling, the stick shadow is sufficient, and the momentum is terrifying.

Although Murong Jiu took a leisurely step and was able to dodge first, he also had to admire the monk's unpredictable stick skills.

Sima Yan and Qiling watched the fierce battle between two identical people in a daze, although their hearts were excited, but they still admired their smooth and smooth quick movements.

They were fascinated, since their survival so far, they rarely or even did not see two people with equal strength sparing no effort to fight, in a trance, they felt that Murong Jiu and the monk were not fighting fiercely, but more like each of them confirming their own martial arts. The brilliant and dazzling attacks also made them seem to understand some unpracticed martial arts problems.

The First Dean and the First City Lord nodded imperceptibly, and the natural aura that overflowed around Murong Jiu's body, and his extremely dynamic and agile posture, seemed to make the two old men see the shadow of some advanced cultivators, and they were more and more sure of his unusualness.

Of course, this is just that Murong Jiu's strange body has already surprised them, they have been secretly injured in Murong Jiu's spiritual space, and their preconceived thoughts have affected their thinking intentions, in fact, the monks are also extremely good.

Although the young man was surprised that Murong Jiu's body was better than the monk, the corner of his mouth smiled, obviously predicting that the monk would not lose. Indeed, the monk is in this dream realm, and he is supplied with the dream power of the young man, and the fighting spirit is undiminished, and the combat strength is endless.

The two people with the same appearance tried their best to fight, and it was wonderful, but Murong Jiu felt bored, the monk's eyebrow-length stick attack was fast and tricky, so that he could not feel the pleasure of hand-to-hand combat, fist to flesh, he swung his fist many times, and met the end of the stick after the monk's arm swinged.

A weapon is an extension of a limb and an increase in attack power. Murong Jiu had already decided that after this incident, he must find a weapon of his own.

Twenty-four points of light suddenly flashed on Murong Jiu's soul body, and a wave of rich natural aura penetrated his body, and the breath was warm like a spring breeze, but there was indeed some cold wind howling that could change at any time.

It's like the season in the world, entering the season of the beginning of spring, but the climate still hasn't been able to get rid of the cold and frozen ground, and the breeze under the spring sun is gentle.

His body suddenly accelerated, and his right hand struck decisively and slapped at the end of the stick, and a gentle energy mixed with cold energy slammed into the monk.

It was like a beautiful word "spring is warm and cold", but at this time, it was very suitable for Murong Jiu's soul attack, and the combination of the two warm and cold attack energies suddenly knocked the monk back five zhang away.

"Stop! One inch short and one inch dangerous, I have a pair of fleshy palms against the wand, and I have suffered a great loss...... Little master, you are very good, but you are still a line away from me, so keep up the good work. Murong Jiuyi shrank his body and retreated between Sima Yan and Qiling, and said without blushing.

"How about Murong Jiu, he's very good, let me tell you, you can't beat him." The young man floated up and said triumphantly.

"Not bad...... Murong Jiu rolled his eyes, yes, there is a fart, they can only survive and grow in the framework of your dreams, they have no real autonomous body, no independent life soul, they can't evolve themselves naturally, to put it bluntly, they are puppets, they will never grow into independent life forms, and they will never surpass your two gods at night, you are still a proud fart.

"Night Wandering Gods, your dreams are very good......"

The First Dean and the First City Lord carefully looked at the mysterious boy, and they were not sure that he was his old friend, so they were not unusual, but they had survived for a long time, had a wealth of knowledge, and had their own opinions on the boy's dreams.

"However, if the Yin and Yang Great Array and the Five Elements Great Array are laid out in the dream realm, the effect should be even better. ”

"Yin and Yang Array, Five Elements Array......" The mysterious young man was highly qualified and intelligent, and he guessed the reason for the formation with just a few words, and his eyes were blurred and fell into a moment of contemplation.

And Murong Jiu heard the Yin and Yang Array, and his thinking reflex generally thought of his previous experience, in the depths of the vast primeval jungle, the mysterious corpse controller set up the Yin and Yang Array, just to gather the two qi of life and death, and achieve three Yin and Yang corpse puppets.

Yin and Yang array, Yin has Yang, Yang has Yin, Yin and Yang are mutually beneficial, Yin and Yang are mutually reinforcing, and the Five Elements Array, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, the energy of the five elements is also mutually reinforcing. Murong Jiu had no doubt that if there was no such an evolutionary array in this natural dream realm, it would definitely produce extraordinary effects.

"Shen Er, don't think about it yet, let me introduce you, they are my two elder brothers, their strength is unfathomable, they once eliminated the dragon scales in the East China Sea, and they also pulled out the platinum tiger teeth in Taihang Mountain, and they have lived for hundreds of years without defeat...... Today they are only here for you, to challenge the power of your Yeyou clan,...... God two, let me tell you first, the night wandering god back then was a world-shattering hero who had fought in the three mountains and five mountains, and there was no disobedience in the heavens and the earth, you can't weaken his prestige...... Alright, let's fight. ”

Looking at the two old men with gray hair and eyebrows, as well as a childish face under the young man's deep eyes, Murong Jiu's big eyes were spinning, with the temperament of "nothing to do", how could he tolerate the tranquility of the atmosphere?

His mouth opened and closed, and the unwarranted flattery and flattery slanted out like a surging river, and he did not hesitate to give the three of them the coat of heavenly immortals. Of course, they were all powerful cultivators, and he directly filtered their life safety issues.

As soon as the words fell, he kicked the monk Murong Jiu out of the air with one kick, and then he grabbed a girl with one hand, and flew into the distance with a swish, making room for the three of them to fight.

The lives of the three of them are long, few people in the world know about them, and few people have seen them fight, as for the last hearty battle, even they themselves don't remember how long it has passed, so they will not reject Murong Jiu's self-made arrangement.

Of course, among them, it was the mysterious young man's high fighting spirit, because Murong Jiu raised the prestige of the Night Wandering God again, which stimulated him a little.

"Master, can he do it at night?" the mysterious boy asked the two girls in a solo duel between the First Dean and the First City Lord.

"Hehe, those two old men are monkeys, fine, Shen Er will be fine, look, let's learn more." Murong Jiu looked at the three people in the distance, a smile appeared on his face, the battle between the three powerful cultivators must be a lot more exciting.

The first generation of the dean of the Shenwu Academy, the first generation of the city lord of Phoenix City, two super cultivators with gray hair, their strength is unfathomable, and the young man, this mysterious figure who has a strange appearance and mind together, and claims to be a mysterious figure of the martial champion, he has created a natural dream like a ghost because of Murong Jiu's joke.

The collision of three super masters, which is stronger and which is weaker?

Boom! A roar resounded in the dream space, and the three old and immortal cultivators fought.

The ancient martial arts of the ancient country of China prevailed, the three cultivators lived a long time, and the ancient martial arts yuan power in the body was very majestic, every simple palm flick and leg flick carried the surging yuan force energy, those turned into simple attack moves, fierce and direct, the sound of wind and thunder rolled and roared.

The First Dean and the First City Lord attacked the mysterious boy at the same time, and he was immediately at a disadvantage, but a super cultivator with the Heavenly Vertical Talent, he was the arrogant person, his eyes shot straight into a determined gaze, and in the stormy attack, his counterattack became sharper and sharper, and the more frustrated he became, the more courageous he became.

The powerful bombardment of the collision of the three of them shot in all directions, roaring continuously, and the entire dream space seemed to be rolling thunder, every inch of the place was filled with restless energy, and the white clouds collapsed in an instant.

In order to avoid the restless energy, Murong Jiu took the two girls to retreat to the edge of the dream space, but they still felt the impact of the force as if they had been cut by a sword.

"This is a super cultivator.

Under the gaze of Murong Jiu's fiery eyes, the three people who were fighting fiercely in the air in the distance, their attacks had surpassed the capture of the naked eye, and the attack images collided in pieces, the kind of domineering power that shattered the mountain, causing the entire dream space to tremble like a trembling.

The three of them struck into the air from the ground, and the space they passed through was shattered by pieces because it could not withstand the powerful destructive force, and the earth rolled like ocean waves.

The waves in the green water lake rise, the lake water surges, and the dragon's chant wafts out from the bottom of the lake; the green hill shakes, the roar of the lion and tiger beast rises and falls, the heavenly horse roars, and the white-headed goshawk screams...... The dream space is an apocalyptic image.

"Alas, I'm afraid the dream is about to be shattered......"