"Then I'm going to kill you!"

The cold and low words resounded in the crowd, and the atmosphere suddenly froze at this moment, and all the monks looked at Xue Ling with stiff faces, looking at this young man with a solemn face and eyes as sharp as an eagle's falcon, for a while, his heart trembled, and he didn't even speak.

However, this kind of stagnation obviously couldn't last long, a gloomy voice sounded, making everyone come back to their senses, and then they followed the sound and looked over, unsurprisingly saw Mu Yao's expression, which was extremely dark at the moment, and the eyes that were so cold and condensed contained a rich evil aura.

This sentence made Mu Yao really angry.

He is also first-class in the Wuzhen Sect, and he is the second-in-command of the "Mutang", and all the monks treat each other with a smile on weekdays, even if they are a little resentful and dissatisfied, no one dares to say it to Xue Ling so clearly, and he said it under the witness of so many people, that kind of humiliation of face made Mu Yao's heart flood with murderous intent.

Although he is a disciple of the Holy Land of Cultivation, he hunts fierce beasts all year round, and because of his personality, Mu Yao is not a good stubble.

"I don't know what is alive or dead. ”

Mu Yao stared at Xue Ling, his eyes were like a poisonous snake, which was terrifying, and he couldn't tolerate a little-known little monk to say such rebellious words.

"I'm going to see, burn this thing, what can you do with me?"

Mu Yao's gloomy face lifted a very mocking smile, and as he spoke, there was a trace of flame gushing out of the palm of his knotted hair, and the flame curled up, and under his cold smile, it was entwined towards the strand of hair.

When there was a flame on Mu Yao's palm, Xue Ling's body tensed up in an instant, and a wave of anger rushed out, he stared at Mu Yao, and the next moment, his body disappeared in an instant.

A light and shadow, like lightning, went straight to Mu Yao.

"Hmph, take your own humiliation......"

Mu Yao sneered, expecting Xue Ling to make a move, he snorted coldly, his palm swirled, and it was directly clenched into a fist, and the yuan force on the fist surged, condensing into a ball of blazing red light, emitting scorching energy, and the sleeve robe vibrate, seeing the rapidly approaching light and shadow, his arm shot straight out like a spear.

At the same time, on the palm of the other hand, the flames flickered, swept between the fingers, and it seemed that it was about to burn to the strand of hair.

Mu Yao smiled, his smile was extremely cold, with a kind of perverted pleasure, he was very much looking forward to what waves this ant-like little monk could make after his hair was destroyed, at that time his heart must have been extremely heartbroken, and his expression must have been quite exciting.

However, just when the smile on Mu Yao's face had not completely spread, the air in front of him suddenly roared, and then a figure appeared, and the cold eyes made his smile freeze and turn into a touch of gloom, for Xue Ling's gaze, he was extremely disgusted.

"The man of the ants dares to ...... with this kind of gaze"

Mu Yao shouted, and the fist wrapped in red light stabbed out, just a six-leaf monk, this blow can make you embarrassed.

Rumble!

There was a muffled sound, red light burst out, Mu Yao's pupils shrank suddenly, his fist was blocked by force, and a majestic force swept away, his chest was as if it was crushed by a boulder, and the whole person shook under his feet, and he actually flew backwards.

This......

Shout!

The light and shadow flashed in front of him, and the thunder arc on Xue Ling's palm disappeared, followed closely, and appeared in front of Mu Yao, who was flying upside down, snatched the delicate knot of hair, and then turned his head sideways, and saw Mu Yao's face surging with surprise.

With a touch of coldness in his eyes, Xue Ling muttered in his heart: Ye Ling's things, it is an insult for you to touch your dirty hands.

The palm of his hand is gently pressed on Mu Yao's chest and exerts force.

Bang!

Mu Yao's upside-down body accelerated again, flying back like a cannonball.

"Kick", "Kick", "Kick......

Mu Yao staggered to the ground, and it took several steps before he stabilized, his arms crossed in front of his chest, and his eyes stared at Xue Ling viciously, with a rich evil aura, undisguised.

"It's annoying, but it's a bit capable. ”

Xue Ling put away the knot, looked at Mu Yao indifferently, and the faint words spread lightly, in the situation just now, Mu Yao was able to forcibly control his body and mobilize his strength to resist most of the strength, avoiding a more embarrassing end, there are really some means.

The words were clear, but the monks around him dropped their jaws in shock.

Mu Yao, a figure in the top 100 of the four sects, the strength of the Eight Leaves Yunlian Realm, and even more powerful martial arts, how can that kind of combat power be matched by ordinary disciples?

Who is this friar who popped out of nowhere?!

Many monks were shocked, and looked at Xue Ling carefully, there was no such person in the top 100, but the battle just now illustrated some problems, such a person should not be unknown in the Wuzhen Sect?

Mu Yao's face was gloomy, especially the suddenly strange gaze around him, which made him even more uncomfortable, he stared at Xue Ling, and said gloomily: "It seems that I underestimated you, but it's okay, it's worth my real shot." ”

Mu Yao stepped forward and said coldly, these words were for everyone, which meant that the scene just now was completely accidental, he didn't contribute at all, and was caught off guard by Xue Ling, so he fell behind.

When everyone heard this, their eyes changed, but they also nodded, looking at Mu Yao's calm appearance, although he was embarrassed just now, he didn't suffer any damage, the characters in the top 100 of the four sects are not so simple, thinking of this, the monks looked at Xue Ling, and felt a little pity, they didn't know how Xue Ling was?

The little monk in front of him is going to suffer a big loss today.

"Private fights are forbidden in the faction, let's go, martial arts, fair duels. ”

Mu Yao stopped, stretched out his palm to Xue Ling, and hooked his hand, his eyes were cold, and he didn't believe that Xue Ling could refuse until now.

"Since you want to fight, you are also happy to accompany you. ”

Xue Ling opened his mouth and accepted it decisively, although it was a waste of time, but this guy in front of him moved Ye Ling's things, if he didn't teach him a good lesson, Xue Ling would also be left with a big pimple in his heart.

"Move my stuff, and you have to be prepared to pay the price. ”

Taking a breath lightly, Xue Ling was really disgusted with Mu Yao, this guy actually entered his room and took away all his treasured hair knots, this kind of rude person is really disgusting, in the mortal world, this is an illegal act, and it is spurned by others.

The Dao Realm is really not as pure as imagined.

"Hehe, your thing?" Mu Yao chuckled, shook his head, and said mockingly, "Just by you, you deserve to like others, cherishing such hair, just deceiving yourself, is there anyone who likes you?"

Xue Ling turned a deaf ear, ignored Mu Yao at all, and walked towards the self-cultivation platform, which is usually used for morning cultivation, and is also a martial arts arena for disciples to compete and learn.

The corners of Mu Yao's eyes twitched, Xue Ling looked so indifferent, he didn't care about his words at all, this was a natural mockery, and its mockery was more infuriating than his sarcasm with words, gritting his teeth, Mu Yao's eyes were full of anger, and he also walked towards the martial arts arena.

"Xue Ling, follow me. ”

Suddenly, a cold drink sounded, making everyone stunned, Xue Ling was also shocked, turned his head, and saw the separated crowd, a slender and tall man, but his face was like ice.

"Senior Brother Leng. ”

Many monks came back to their senses and hurriedly saluted respectfully, as the manager of the East Gate, Leng Xiuya was obviously famous, and that kind of strength had also reached the peak of the disciples of the East Gate, and he was firmly in the first place in the East Gate, and no one had been able to shake it in recent years.

Even Mu Yao's complexion changed slightly at this moment, and he saluted respectfully.

"This ......" Xue Ling paused, then glanced at Mu Yao, hesitated, he was about to teach this guy a lesson, he never thought that Leng Xiuya would come here.

"There is only one chance, and if you delay this time, don't come to me again. ”

Leng Xiuya opened his mouth lightly, his face was like ice, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, he turned around and left after saying such a sentence, leaving a long back, which gradually faded away in the admiring eyes of many monks.

Xue Ling frowned, he couldn't delay the business for a Mu Yao, he could fight whenever he wanted, but entering Danling Mountain to become a disciple, the opportunity was not said to be available when it came, if he missed this time, he would have to wait until next year.

"Three days later, here, we will meet for a battle. ”

Xue Ling looked at Mu Yao and said seriously.

"Hmph, take advantage of these three days, prepare all kinds of medicines, your end will be miserable. ”

Mu Yao's face was gloomy, staring at Xue Ling viciously, and his voice was a little low, sounding like a forest.

This sentence is sent back to you. ”

Xue Ling smiled, and the words directly made the corners of Mu Yao's mouth twitch, and after that, he didn't stay any longer, left quickly, and chased after Leng Xiuya.

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