"Hey...... Thanks a lot. ”

The fat monk grinned, his expression made people want to step on his feet, he stretched out his hand, spread it out to the few monks who were still stunned beside him, and the words of thanks made everyone wake up.

A burst of dreams.

Many monks were stunned and handed over the spirit coins, but some still couldn't come back to their senses.

The monk of the Six-Leaf Yunlian Realm actually defeated Mu Yao of the Eight-Leaf Yunlian Realm.

And, it only took one trick.

What's more, Mu Yao used the battle-level fourth-grade Heavenly Fire Phoenix Singing Technique.

What would have been undoubtedly a one-sided situation is now ...... But it made countless people dumbfounded.

On the Zhongzheng Road, the atmosphere is extremely strange.

And Xue Ling, as the protagonist, didn't think about it so much, turned around directly, and left with a big thorn.

For Mu Yao, he was really disgusted in his heart, he dared to trespass on his residence, it was too rude, the most unforgivable thing was to move his most precious thing, three days ago, when Mu Yao threatened him with Ye Ling's hair knot, he was really murderous, if the situation was more violent, this Mu Yao was probably dead.

I never cared about Mu Yao, but when he was sent to the door to be hanged, he didn't have to show any mercy.

The top four hundred may be very powerful in the eyes of ordinary disciples, but in their own eyes, they are not so majestic.

Turn around, leave, and don't want to stay here.

However, Xue Ling had just taken a few steps when the sound of a splash sounded behind him, and then Mu Yao broke through the water, and a long sword with a cold light was already in his hand, the sword light was cold and unusual, and it was directly aimed at Xue Ling's back.

"Leave it to me. ”

I saw Mu Yao's eyes faintly red, as the second master of Mu Tang, he was majestic on weekdays, and dealt with fierce beasts all year round, that kind of personality was extremely gloomy, and now he was defeated by a monk who was not eye-catching at all in front of everyone, and that sense of shame instantly filled his chest, and the raging anger could not be contained at all.

Therefore, it doesn't matter if it is in the Wuzhen faction, when he makes a move, his killing intent is already revealed.

The sudden scene shook everyone again, and many people's eyes flashed with a look of uneasiness, and the victory and defeat had been decided, but Mu Yao's killing machine was sheng, which was not a good sign.

"Be careful. ”

Among the monks, some people exclaimed, and many of them looked at them with disdain, Mu Yao's move had obviously caused many people to reject it.

In the distance, on the slimming platform, Yingying Yanyan's laughter stopped abruptly, and the group of graceful women gathered together were also discolored, and then many female monks were angry in their eyes, and they couldn't help but scold, Mu Yao, this guy, is too annoying, too shameless.

Wang Ruoying's slender and tall body was originally leaning lightly on the guardrail, she looked at Xue Ling with interest, but she didn't expect this little monk to really hide it, but at this time, she stared violently, and there was a trace of anger in her eyes.

"Bastard. ”

It was Yan Siqi who scolded, her pretty face changed, her fair-skinned jade hand was clenched, and the long sword in her hand trembled slightly, the Wuzhen faction just did not object to the competition, but Mu Yao's approach at this time had already violated the rules of the Wuzhen faction, the victory and defeat had been divided, and she was so aggressive, even murderous.

Yan Siqi has a special affection for the Wuzhen School, and the most intolerable person is the person who ignores the rules of the Wuzhen School.

Although everyone was angry, Mu Yao's speed was extremely fast, they had just shown their anger, and the sword slashed across the cultivation platform, and it had already appeared behind Xue Ling.

Although Mu Yao has problems as a person, his strength is indeed unquestionable.

The cold wind is blowing, and the vest is cold.

Xue Ling felt a cold murderous aura, a killing intent that wanted to take his own life.

The strong wind blew, lifting the corner of his shirt and covering Xue Ling's abruptly clenched fist.

But the thunder arc that shot out was still bursting from the fist, and the pale silver light seemed to spread to Xue Ling's whole body, and the two lightning lines on his chest resurfaced.

Sideways.

Shout!

The sword slashed, and there was a cold feeling on his face.

The cold blade of the sword, refracting the sunlight, shot out a band of light in Xue Ling's eyes, and in the band of light, those eyes, a cold and cold light, roared past.

Boom!

With a stomp on the soles of his feet, Xue Ling forcibly controlled his body and retreated, and punched out, crisp and domineering.

Moreover, that kind of speed, like a shocking lightning, is extremely fast, faintly, there is a sound of thunder, resounding throughout.

Rumble!

The huge power seemed to have the momentum of a mountain collapsing, and with a heavy muffled sound, Mu Yao's volley body was directly thrown into the air.

The palm of his hand poked out, Xue Ling snatched Mu Yao's long sword with lightning speed, threw it out, the long sword broke through the air, roared sharply, and finally inserted it on the guardrail, the sword blade entered the stone, and kept shaking.

Looking up, Mu Yao's flying body was falling downward.

Xue Ling raised his head, and the scorching heat gradually surged in his body, and between the palms of his hands, wisps of flames began to rise, and at the same time, he stomped on the ground with both feet, and his body rose directly into the sky, with a cold momentum, locking Mu Yao, since you are unkind, then don't blame me for being unjust.

Xue Ling thought very simply at this time, people like Mu Yao had to teach him a profound lesson.

Although you can't kill it, it's not bad to lie down for a month or two to stop and stop.

The wicked still have to be grinded by the wicked, and a ruthless stubble like Mu Yao cannot be indulged.

Xue Ling's eyes were cold, although he was not very old, but living in the mortal world, especially in a chaotic society, he could actually learn a lot from books and in reality.

Human nature always has weaknesses.

Whew......

With Xue Ling's body getting closer and closer reflected in his eyes, Mu Yao's heart trembled, and a deep fear really surged in his heart, he read the fierceness in the other party's eyes, and wanted to forcibly control his body to move away, but as soon as his mind moved, a sharp pain hit his lower abdomen, and the punch just now was so powerful that it did not belong to the Six-Leaf Yunlian Realm at all, and even the power of his own punch in the Eight-Leaf Yunlian Realm was probably not so strong.

"Bastard!"

With a broken drink, it suddenly sounded, and Xue Ling only felt a scorching wind sweeping from his side, and the strong heat wave made his skin tingle instantly.

As soon as his eyes changed, the cultivation of the person who came was extremely powerful.

The heat wave was monstrous, instantly swept Xue Ling, his body ached, and he flew out directly, his body flipped over, and his eyes caught a glimpse of a figure flying over, catching Mu Yao, and then falling to the ground lightly.

This is the person who made the shot.

Xue Ling's heart was cold, but he didn't care about anything else, he was about to hit the guardrail when he flipped over, and when he looked like this, he was afraid that his face would collapse, and that kind of action was absolutely shameful.

The fire of rage, blazing.

Xue Ling could feel that the cultivation of the person who came was extremely abnormal, and the strength between the shots was extremely good, and the humiliating result of this kind of face hitting the guardrail was calculated when he made the shot.

The hair flew and covered Xue Ling's eyes, but everyone didn't see it, the sharp edge that flashed in his eyes, and ...... Fierce.

Rumble!

There seemed to be a thunderous explosion in his body, and Xue Ling's body suddenly surged out of a soft force, adjusting the flipped body, but this power was too small compared to the power of flying upside down.

Therefore, with a muffled sound, Xue Ling's back slammed into the guardrail.

A line of blood slid directly from the corner of the mouth.

Xue Ling endured the severe pain in his back, and slowly stood up, above the whites of his eyes, there were bloodshot streaks climbing out, although he avoided the shame of his face being crippled, but the strength of the impact, even if it was his Nine Heavens Thunder Secret Protective Body, he still felt the pain of falling apart all over his body.

hasn't met yet, but the resentment towards the people who came is like a torrent and cannot be contained.

"Danling Mountain, Deacon Hong. ”

In the distance, after seeing the face of the person who came, a monk exclaimed in surprise, and then, their eyes became pitying, looking at Xue Ling and shaking his head, Deacon Hong appeared here, and today this little monk can only suffer a dumb loss.

People who know a little bit about Deacon Hong know that he is extremely protective of his shortcomings, and it just so happens that this Mu Yao is his disciple, because Mu Yao has excellent performance and excellent talent, and he has gained a lot of face for him in Danling Mountain, so for this disciple, his degree of protection is not surprising even if it is described as "outrageous".

"Master. ”

Mu Yao coughed up blood, looked at the somewhat dark and thin old man beside him, and saluted respectfully, and at the same time, there was a dark brilliance in his eyes.

"Don't move yet, take it. ”

Deacon Hong's dark and thin face was originally solemn and cold, after Mu Yao saluted, a touch of concern welled up on his face, and he handed a pill to Mu Yao, seeing the blood stains on the corner of Mu Yao's mouth, his face was gloomy, and he immediately turned his head, looked at Xue Ling coldly, and said without emotion: "What a ruthless boy." ”

Faced with this sentence, Xue Ling sneered in his heart, ruthless?

Someone else is going to kill you, do you still need to be merciful?!

"My disciple, it's not for you to move, since you injured him today, things are not so simple. ”

Deacon Hong looked down at Xue Ling and spoke lightly.

Xue Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, although his back was in severe pain, he still stood up straight, straight as a gun, even in the face of this Deacon Hong, his face still did not change, what about the deacon? There is nothing to fear.

The blood at the corners of his mouth crossed his neck and flowed across his chest, and the warm feeling, as if echoing Xue Ling's skin, gradually became red.

"Go ahead, if he hurt you, you can return it. ”

Deacon Hong said to Mu Yao, he didn't care about how things developed at all, in his eyes, he only saw Mu Yao's injury, and he didn't care about anything else.

"Deacon Hong, you ......"

A crisp cheer sounded, Yan Siqi was on another slim table, looking here with wide eyes, her beautiful eyes staring at Deacon Hong, as if she had something to say.

Deacon Hong waved his hand and said lightly: "Siqi, there is no need to say more, the old man has his own opinions, Mu Yao is a disciple of Dan Ling Mountain's excellent talent, not everyone can compare, you must also know the significance of Dan Ling Mountain to the Wuzhen Sect, if I hadn't made a timely move just now, he might have died, such a bold and reckless person, can't I punish him!"

Deacon Hong glanced at Mu Yao, but said patiently to Yan Siqi.

"However, it was Mu Yao who ...... first"

Yan Siqi's face was not good, and she wanted to tell the cause and effect.

Deacon Hong truncated: "It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, in the eyes of the old man, this little monk in front of him is too much worse than Mu Yao, even if there are some means so the combat power is not weak, but the identity of the disciple of Dan Ling Mountain is enough to overshadow him, you are also an alchemist, you know more about Mu Yao's alchemy technique, not to mention that he is only a small monk of the Six-Leaf Yunlian Realm, his talent is only average, even if your father is here, I want to choose what to do, and I naturally understand it clearly." ”

As soon as he spoke, the faces of many monks changed, and in these words, some cruel truths were revealed.

Even if it is an immortal land, there are people who are high and low, and disciples with outstanding talents and unlimited prospects are superior to ordinary disciples after all.

"My father doesn't judge a disciple by his talent. ”

Yan Siqi snapped, extremely firm.

"Hmph, maybe, but no matter what happens today, Mu Yao's injury must be recovered, you don't need to say anything more. ”

After that, Deacon Hong no longer looked at Yan Siqi, but looked at Xue Ling, Mu Yao beside him sneered, stepped out, and walked towards Xue Ling, the gloomy killing intent, like a tide, surging towards Xue Ling with his movement.

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