"Senior Li, if there is no one in Shao'e Mountain, why don't you come down and compete with me? You are a senior, so you shouldn't be stingy in giving advice to a junior like me, right?"
Li Yuanshan is over eighty years old. Although his cultivation is not enough, his age and qualifications are there. He is highly respected and has good status in the world.
A young man dares to shout in front of his face. This is a shame in Luo Shao'e Mountain.
The faces of many seniors on the stage were not good-looking.
“Yellow-mouthed child, how do you speak?”
It was Qin Hong who spoke. Li Yuanshan was well-educated and did not argue with Peng Peng. However, Qin Hong's temper was straightforward and he just scolded him!
"Is this senior Qin Hongqin of Shao'e Mountain?" Peng Peng glanced at Qin Hong on the stage, with a cynical smile on his face, "In terms of family seniority, I have to call you uncle, since Li
Senior is not willing to give me advice, why don't you come, old uncle? Today the three altars will discuss martial arts, you won't refuse, right?"
He also led Qin Hong's army.
Qin Hong has just broken through to the Yuanshen realm. If he really fights with him, there is really no guarantee who will win.
Qin Hong's face was very worried. If he ended up, he would be bullying the weak when he won, but he would be embarrassed when he lost.
At this time, someone in the crowd slowly walked towards the stage.
"I know he is your uncle, but you still have this attitude. I'm sorry, it would be too embarrassing for the Peng family to have a descendant like you, right?"
The visitor was none other than Chen Muyu. Wu Xiaobao’s attention had always been on the stage. When he saw Chen Muyu, he realized that he had left her side at some point.
Everyone’s eyes fell on Chen Muyu.
Qin Hong and others all had a bit of a smile on their faces.
“What are you?”
Peng Peng frowned and looked very displeased at the young man who slowly walked onto the stage.
“Qingshan Chen family? I’ve never heard of it!” Peng Peng said contemptuously.
"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it. The person you spoke against just now was my third master, the Chen family. Are you the grandson of Peng Guanghan? Then you have the blood of my Chen family. Unfortunately, your great-grandfather Chen Qingxian has been removed."
Chen family genealogy, that is to say, your lineage is not even qualified to enter my Chen family genealogy..."
Chen Muyu was even more contemptuous.
"fart!"
Peng Peng, with a face like pig liver, glared at Chen Muyu, "Get out, otherwise, there will be consequences!"
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Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly raised his right hand, "I will use three moves. If you can withstand it, I will give you a chance to get out!"
Ouch, what a loud tone.
The other party is a master at the early stage of the Yuanshen Realm. This young man, isn’t he a fool? Three moves? The other party needs to be able to withstand it in order to have a chance to get off the stage?
Everyone present looked at this strange and handsome face and were full of curiosity. They asked each other about the origin of the Qingshan Chen family?
As soon as the sound fell, Chen Muyu pointed in the air!
brush!
Taiyi Sword Finger, combined with Sunflower Point Pointing Hand, can directly hit the opponent's critical point with one shot.
The man was startled. He thought that Chen Muyu was just a small character who didn't know the heights of the world. He never expected that he would take action at the slightest disagreement, and that he would do so ruthlessly.
Peng Peng subconsciously took a step back, and the sword energy passed across his chest, directly cutting his clothes and causing a trace of blood.
The audience was in shock.
Peng Peng stood up straight. The burning pain in his chest frightened him.
This person’s cultivation level is probably higher than his own.
"Heh, you are really good at avoiding my attack!" Chen Muyu said in Versailles dialect and raised his right palm, "I won't show mercy for this second move!"
Peng Peng suddenly broke out in sweat and did not dare to look down upon him in the slightest.
“Junior brother, take the sword!”
Under the stage, an old man in his fifties threw up a long sword.
Peng Peng caught the sword in the air, rolled several times in the air, and pulled out the sword with a clang. The scabbard flew more than ten meters away, almost hitting the onlookers.
Peng Peng stood with his sword in hand and looked at Chen Muyu. He could already feel the disdainful glances from everyone in the audience. The opponent was bare-handed, but he used a weapon. This was indeed a bit embarrassing, but he had no choice. It was embarrassing.
It doesn't matter, you absolutely can't lose.
“You can also hold a sword!”
Peng Peng pointed his long sword at an angle and looked at Chen Muyu proudly. With these words, he regained some dignity.
“Muyu!”
On the stage, Mo Daoyan threw a long sword.
“No need for you, senior, you’re just a minor character, and you’re not worthy of letting me use a sword!”
Chen Muyu caught it casually, threw it aside, and inserted the long sword directly into the ring with the scabbard attached.
To be honest, he doesn't know much about swordsmanship, so using this thing will only tie up his hands and feet.
Minor role?
What an insult. Peng Peng's face turned red and purple, and then turned purple and blue.
The purpose of his entering the ring today was to humiliate the two factions of Xichuan, but he never expected that he would be humiliated. How could he endure this?
“Changhong Sword Technique!”
What's the use of talking, you still have to see the real seal under your hands. Peng Peng snorted coldly, shook his long sword, and his body flashed like a rainbow falling, heading straight towards Chen Muyu.
The setting sun in the afternoon shone in the sword light, and everyone in the audience seemed to see a rainbow.
This swordsmanship is so beautiful!
“Fancy!”
Chen Muyu snorted coldly and directly divided the five dragons into corpse palms.
"Roar!"
With the power of his palm revealed, five dragon-shaped zhenqi went straight towards Peng Peng.
The palm power was so domineering that it could be described as devastating. The ray of rainbow was instantly shattered. Peng Peng was hit by Chen Muyu's palm power, and his body stopped. Five dragon energy hit Peng Peng's chest, and the whole person flew out instantly.
The five dragons cut their bodies into pieces, releasing the force of their palms in five directions, and the clothes on their bodies were torn to pieces in an instant.
With a bang, he fell heavily to the edge of the ring, and the sword in his hand fell to the side.
Chen Muyu stepped on the sunflower steps and came to the edge of the ring. He raised his foot and held it against him to prevent him from falling off the ring.
“You have to agree on three moves before you can step down!”
Chen Muyu was condescending. This gesture was simply shameful and humiliating.
This is simply abusing food!
There was silence all around.
“Brother Yu is mighty!”
Wu Xiaobao shouted, breaking the silence. Everyone woke up and cheered.
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Peng Peng rolled towards the middle of the ring and stood up. His clothes were shattered by Chen Muyu's palm, revealing a golden bronze armor.
“Wubao?”
Chen Muyu's expression was slightly dull. How many martial arts treasures are there in Ge Laoshan? Where did they get them?
Information about the armor soon appeared in Chen Muyu's mind. It was a low-level protective weapon. It was very broken, and its completeness was only 12%.
Although it was broken, the weapon was a weapon, and it actually blocked most of Chen Muyu's palm power. Peng Peng only had a breath shock and was not seriously injured.
