A drop of spiritual liquid allowed Mu Yang's cultivation to directly increase to the second level of the spiritual vein realm, and he had already caught up with Chen Lingfeng.

Now that he was full of strength, Mu Yang couldn't help but want to vent.

However, a quarter of an hour has passed since the war started, and the effect of spicy strips has dissipated.

Therefore, Mu Yang calmly took out another spicy spicy strip and ate it.

This time, he was too lazy to even eat potato chips.

There is no way, the strength has increased so much, it is just like this.

There is no need to defend or something, just do it.

Looking at the disciple of Yuding Sect who was rushing over, Mu Yang shook his bangs and said, "I told you that no one can defeat me in my bgm!"

Mu Yang raised his sword and slashed at Hongcai, with rioting spiritual power surged all over his body, and there were lightning electric wires crackling.

In Mu Yang's view, Hongcai's speed became like slow motion.

This is the all-round strengthening brought about by the improvement of cultivation. Mu Yang not only has his strength increased, but also has a sharper feeling.

He could even ignore the lofty sword behind him.

In Hongcai's eyes, Mu Yang was about to become a afterimage, and he could not figure out Mu Yang's position at all.

In just a blink of an eye, Mu Yang appeared in front of him.

Two suns on the Longyang Sword were shining with golden light. Hongcai was so stabbed that he couldn't open his eyes, so he had to put the sword in front of him.

clang!

A crisp sound of metal collision resounded throughout the grotto.

Hongcai only felt that he loosened his hand and broke the sword into two pieces!

Then a huge golden sword energy came over his head. Hongcai quickly retreated, but was tripped by the stone behind him and fell to the ground.

The golden sword energy just slashed the inside of his thigh, just one inch away from the little baby in the middle.

Ba Hongcai was so scared that he shivered all over and almost fainted. Cold sweat had soaked his back.

He looked at Mu Yang with a dull look, and only then did he truly feel his terribleness, which was completely different from the other side.

Mu Yang looked at the Long Yang sword in his hand and nodded with satisfaction, because the third sun had already shone halfway.

But at this time, Mu Yang smelled a strange smell, turned around and saw that Hongcai only saw two of them, as if they were wet.

"Damn it, you are not! Is this scary?"

Mu Yang hurriedly covered his nose and raised his foot to kick Hongcai on the ring.

At the same time, Mu Yang felt a chill behind him, immediately accelerated his pace, turned to the side, clenched his left fist, and hit Gao Yuan's waist violently.

After Gao Yuan was hit, he lost his balance and hit the stone wall heavily. A trace of blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and the knife also came out of his hand.

"Ahem...how could you...so fast?"

Gao Yuan gritted his teeth and his face was distorted. Mu Yang's punch exceeded his expectations.

But Mu Yang didn't even have any birds, but he slashed Gao Yuan's knife in one piece.

The third sun pattern of the Longyang Sword is all lit up.

Buzz!

A sword edge swept across the surroundings, as if announcing the world that it had become a three-patterned spiritual weapon!

Then, Mu Yang put away the Longyang sword, and was ready to walk towards Gao Yuan step by step.

"You dare to underestimate me!"

Gao Yuan was holding on to his shaky body and even dared to punch Mu Yang.

But what greeted him was Mu Yang's heavy punch in the face!

This punch directly smashed Gao Yuan's nose and blood rushed. Gao Yuan felt that his eyes were dark and his head was buzzing.

He couldn't understand why Muyang's second-level spiritual vein realm could be so fierce.

Then, Mu Yang opened his bow from side to side, slapped Gao Yuan's face.

Bang!

"ah!"

Bang!

"ah!"

The sharp slap sound and the heart-wrenching screams were like symphony echoing in the grotto.

After a while, Gao Yuan's face turned red.

After a while, the whole thing turned into a pig's head.

Hongcai on the ring looked at Gao Yuan's miserable situation and did not dare to step forward at all. He even secretly thanked that fortunately he was disliked for incontinence, otherwise he might have been beaten up now.

After all, he was the one who made harsh words before the war started.

After almost thirty breaths, Mu Yang shook his hand and blew his breath.

His palms were numb, and Gao Yuan had already fainted and unconscious.

Mu Yang dragged his feet, threw them hard, and threw them onto the ring.

At the same time, there were two more bangs and two figures also hit the ring.

It turned out to be Elder Guo and Elder Liu.

Mu Yang was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xiaoqi, and saw that he was tidying up his clothes.

Mu Yang gave a thumbs up and said, "Seventh Master Niu Chuang."

Xiaoqi's strength was somewhat beyond Mu Yang's expectations.

He thought it would be very difficult for Xiaoqi to deal with two elders of the same level at the same time.

Now it seems that he is playing very easily.

Mu Yang walked onto the ring and looked at the miserable situation of the two elders, and couldn't help but smack his tongue.

Each of them had a bruised nose and swollen face, and there were many sword wounds on their bodies. The worst thing was that Xiaoqi shaved their hair!

Two shiny old bald heads.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Xiaoqi, you're too ruthless."

Even Mu Yang has to admire him. As an elder of a sect, he has become a bald man now. Will he be laughed at after he returns?

Xiao Qi patted the dust on his hands, stood in front of Shuotian with his hands behind his back, and said to Mu Yang lightly: "You deal with them."

"Okay."

Mu Yang squatted down, touched the head of Elder Guo who was crying in pain, and said with a smile: "Little bald man, weren't you awesome before? Why didn't you be crazy? Didn't you expect that? Master Qi is so fierce, can't you bear it? Hahaha."

When Xiaoqi heard Mu Yang's ridicule, he always felt something strange, so he gave Mu Yang a blank look.

Then, Mu Yang stood up and kicked the four people one by one, screaming endlessly.

When Mu Yang was tired of playing, he twisted the four people together and piled them into a ball.

He also deliberately put Hongcai on the top, and the heads of the two elders just happened to be stuck between Hongcai's legs.

Hongcai's pants were still wet, and unknown liquid kept dripping.

Pick, snap.

The two elders wanted to die.

They glared at Mu Yang viciously, wishing they could eat him.

However, they dare not open their mouths and talk, because once they open their mouths, the liquid will drip into their mouths...

Xiaoqi saw them like this and felt so disgusting that he turned around in disgust.

After packing up the four people, Mu Yang came to the bronze seat.

It seems that Shuotian has no difference in what is happening outside, immersed in the world of inheritance.

Mu Yang couldn't see any changes.

Mu Yang could only ask Xiaoqi: "How long will it take him?"

"have no idea."

"Oh, okay, wait."

Mu Yang kicked the stone beside his feet boredly, suddenly remembered something, and looked up and asked, "Xiaoqi, did you ask me to drink that thing on purpose? Do you know what I feel like?"

"Cough...what? What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!