"A famous scholar, no one is a famous person, dares to challenge me?"

There was no anger on Wumen's face, but instead showed a gentle smile.

In fact, he had a strong murderous intent in his heart, and the young man in front of him was already a dead person.

The son of a medical scientist and a merchant, he did not use the magical powers of the Plague Tribe, but defeated them with the magical powers of the Wu family.

Now, as soon as he came up, he would use the magical powers of the plague tribe against Wumen.

For him, it was a competition before, but now it was a murderer, and the two cannot be confused.

"The nameless person, let you laugh at me!"

Yuan Ming was calm and did not explain the misunderstanding. Anyway, it was a challenge to go to the stage. What is the importance of his identity?

"Go on!"

Wumen spoke calmly, and his opponent was not even a real person, so he really couldn't be interested.

Just waiting for Yuan Ming to take action, he would use the magical powers of the Plague Division and kill him.

"Okay, I'm so ugly!"

When Yuan Ming made a move, he did not use his sword move because it was Gouqushan's signature.

There were so many people in the audience that when they saw the sword light in his hand, they could guess his background in Gouqushan.

So, he chose the Spirit Rice Spell.

No one knows that there is also spiritual rice magic in Gouqu Mountain.

On weekdays, Fang Dou teaches spiritual rice magic, treating it as an extracurricular adjustment, and swordsmanship is still the main course.

Yuan Ming pointed his fingers and the rice grains were as big as millstones, and they were spinning and smashing them toward Wumen's head.

"Alas?"

Wumen was about to use the magical powers of the Plague Tribe to kill Yuan Ming, but when he saw this spiritual rice, he suddenly changed his mind.

His heart moved and he wanted to continue watching.

"brush!"

A white light flashed at the cuffs of Wumen, colliding against the grinding plate Daling Rice.

Dong!

The two objects collided in the air, stopped quickly, revealing their true colors. It turned out that what Wumen shot was also a grain of spiritual rice.

"really……"

Wumen's eyes were illuminating. Yuan Ming's magic was unique, but unfortunately his realm was too low. When used in his hands, he could not cause any threat.

Only this spiritual rice is so interesting.

"You really come from a famous artist?"

Yuan Ming shook his head after hearing this, "I haven't said it!"

All the forces below the stage were slightly surprised to see Yuan Ming attacking Lingmi. This was not a means of famous artists!

There are countless spiritual rice circulating in the world, most of which are used to eat and enhance power, and few use spiritual rice to cast spells.

The Mi Cult is considered an alien, but today they saw the second one. If Yuan Ming and Wumen didn't know each other, they would have thought that Yuan Ming was from the Mi Cult.

However, one thing is certain that Yuan Ming was not a disciple of a famous sect as they had previously guessed.

"Is it a farmer?"

The schools related to rice, and everyone thought about it, the most consistent thing was the farmhouse.

The more I think about it, the more likely it is. The farmer's family has lost its backbone. Now the members are scattered and fighting each other. Some continue to follow the court, and some leave the capital to find the whereabouts of the peasant's son.

Yuan Ming in front of him, in the eyes of everyone, was undoubtedly a member of the "farmer's family".

"No wonder!"

After thinking about it, everything is natural. The greatest contributor to the court's harvest is the farmers. Why can't farmers strive for the qualification for the autumn harvest festival?

"This is here to seek justice!"

Everyone looked at Yuan Ming with a little pity, which was a pity.

Yuan Ming's realm is obvious to everyone. If he is not in the realm of realm, he will not even have the chance to fight to the death.

Just look at the moment, the same two spiritual rice collided, the same size, but it must be Yuan Ming who lost the result.

Not only will his spiritual rice be crushed, but he will also be chased by the opponent while he is defeated and smashed to pieces.

Well?

Unexpectedly, two spiritual rices held on in the air, and the outcome was not decided on the spot.

Wumen hugged his arms, his eyes were smiling, and he looked at Yuan Ming.

It's so interesting!

Over the years, he has traveled all over the world, trying to find the whereabouts of Mi Wu, but he didn't expect that today he would finally be surprised.

This trip to Mount Tai, I originally wanted to make the Mijiao famous, but I really found a clue.

He held back.

There was an uproar in the audience. What was going on?

A smile appeared on Yuan Ming's lips. His guess was correct. The other party was indeed related to his master.

"Do you know Miwu?"

He was thinking, and Wumen opposite had already started to ask.

"Miwu, what?"

Yuan Ming's heart was shocked. Only Master knew the answer.

When Wumen saw that he didn't answer, he thought he was worried and counted his fingers, and the surroundings became quiet in an instant.

"I used spell cast to block the surroundings, and you and I talked, and no third person knew about it!"

"Where did you learn the rice teaching magic you practice?"

...

The audience started to stir up. They clearly saw the two of them moving their lips, but they could not hear any sound.

Obviously, someone casts spells to block the sound, and there must be important things to talk about.

"What exactly are the sons of famous masters doing?"

They all looked at the son of the famous master, but when they saw each other's expression, they felt an unexpected relaxation.

Sure enough, Yuan Ming had already prepared for his courage to come to power.

Wumen actually showed mercy and blocked his surroundings and talked to him alone. Obviously, there was something inside.

"Gouqu Mountain is unfathomable!"

The son of a famous scholar knew that Yuan Ming's strangeness was mostly from Gouqu Mountain. No matter how powerful the other party was, he was only trained by Fang Dou before he was discovered as a candidate for the Emperor of Heaven.

"This is not the magic of the rice teaching, but the only one I passed on Gouqu Mountain!"

When Wumen heard the first half of the sentence, he wanted to ask, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he suddenly widened his eyes.

"Are you from Gouqushan?"

"good!"

Yuan Ming was waiting for the other party’s reaction and asked deliberately, “Have you heard of Gouqu Mountain?”

"indeed!"

After hearing this, Wumen laughed and misunderstood. It was not the Miwu inheritance, but Gouqu Mountain.

There is spiritual rice in Gouqu Mountain. Others don’t know about it. Doesn’t their rice sect know about it?

"Are you a disciple of Fang Jianxian?"

"good!"

"It is also because Fang Jianxian's intention to go on stage to fight!"

Yuan Ming answered honestly, "It's me who plays my own court, it has nothing to do with my master!"

"So that?"

Wumen fell into deep thought, waved his hand and solved the spell that blocked the sacrificial sacrificial platform.

"Um?"

There was an uproar around, and it turned out that the spell that blocked the sound of the ring suddenly disappeared.

Although Wumen was a little disappointed, he was still a little happy to learn that Yuan Ming was a disciple of Gouqushan.

He glanced at Fang Dou's direction and secretly wrote down in his heart that this was the benefactor that the master had always mentioned to him.
To be continued...