On this day, Mu Su left the cave and was about to go to the back mountain hot spring to take a peek, but was blocked by two outer disciples.
One of the disciples named Han Yuanji proposed to go to the martial arts competition with Mu Su to fight.
No matter how much Mu Su is challenged by A Mao and A Gou, and he has more important things to do at this time, he simply refuses: "No fight."
Saying that they missed each other, they left.
Han Yuanji's mocking tone came from behind: "Are you afraid of death?"
Mu Su paused and tilted his head slightly: "Death?"
Han Yuanji sneered: "I think you are afraid of——"
"Okay! Let's go!" Mu Su quickly turned around, fearing that he would regret it.
"What...?" Mu Su's change of attitude made Han Yuanji subconsciously stunned.
"Isn't it a competition? Come on, come on." Mu Su couldn't help but pulled Han Yuanji and walked out.
Companion Han Yuanji had to remind him: "You are going the wrong way..."
After tea time, the three of them came to the martial arts training ground together.
There were many outer disciples on the competition stage. The two came to an empty competition stage in the corner and faced each other a few feet apart.
Han Yuanji took off his boots, gripped the ground with his toes, pressed down his center of gravity, stretched out his white palms, and assumed a palm posture.
Mu Su stood with his hands tied, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows as he stared at Han Yuanji.
Seeing that Mu Su did not attack first, Han Yuanji stared closely at Mu Su and took a step forward with his feet. His eyes moved downwards and spread all over Mu Su's body.
Immediately, he couldn't help but be startled, and his eyes showed a trace of panic.
How can it be!
He discovered that where Mu Su was standing, there was not a single flaw in his body. He was integrated into one body, capable of both offense and defense, and a single move could affect his whole body!
…
Mu Su scratched his head. Why didn't he take action?
As someone who was so impatient that he put on his pants even after taking a poop, Mu Su decided to take the initiative, pointed his palms at Han Yuanji, and shouted: "Shinra Tenzheng!"
A cyclone suddenly erupted from Mu Su's palm. Han Yuanji's pupils shrank and he used the Nine Mountains Art with all his strength. His whole body sank immediately, and his feet sank an inch into the stone platform.
Huge spiritual power came, and the black-haired robe pulled back and shook the hunter. Han Yuanji was horrified by the strong spiritual power, and narrowed his eyes, alert to Mu Su's coming attack at any time.
After the strong clinker wind passed, Mu Su stood up slightly and scratched his head in embarrassment.
Han Yuanji could never guess that Mu Su didn't know any of the techniques.
Moreover, the previous shot had used up all his spiritual power.
When Han Yuanji realized that Mu Su was being raped from outside but was being fucked from the inside, the incense stick that was lit simultaneously outside the venue had already burned out.
Han Yuanji was so angry that he withdrew all his spiritual power and used his bare hands. Mu Su, who knew nothing, was Han Yuanji's opponent. He suffered losses in the first fight and was deliberately humiliated by Han Yuanji. He was in a state of embarrassment.
The two young men in the Qi Refining Realm started to move like villagers in the mountains.
Of course, the one from the mountain village is Mu Su. Han Yuanji is as relaxed and comfortable as a master doing the crops.
"Are you going to kill me or not!" Mu Su was aroused.
Han Yuanji snorted coldly: "The sect has stipulated that you are not allowed to harm fellow sect members. You and I are just comparing notes."
"If you don't kill me, then I will kill you!" Mu Su said unreasonable words, and relying on his weakened sense of pain, he yelled and punched out.
Han Yuanji easily grabbed Musu's fist and was about to speak.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts..."
Hearing Mu Su's screams in his ears, Han Yuanji was startled subconsciously.
Mu Su smiled sinisterly, and suddenly thrust out his left hand from behind his back, raised two fingers and thrust them directly into Han Yuanji's eyes.
"Put your eyes in!"
How could Han Yuanji be hurt by this method? He put his hand in front of his forehead and easily distanced himself. He said sarcastically: "This is the only method - ah!!!"
Mu Su stepped hard on the sole of Han Yuanji's foot and crushed him hard. When Han Yuanji screamed and became furious, he rolled on the ground and easily escaped from the battle when he swung out his palm.
Han Yuanji's eyebrows counted down, and the anger in his eyes seemed to have substance. But Mu Su attacked again as if he was seeking death!
"Put your eyes in!"
Mu Su repeated his old trick, raising two fingers and thrusting straight in.
"The same trick will not work on me a second time - ah!!!"
Han Yuanji was in pain and covered his crotch with a sinister look on his originally pretty face.
But Mu Su had already rolled away nimbly, jumping back and forth not far away, waving his fists provocatively.
"You bastard..." Han Yuanji roared out from between his teeth. Seeing that he was really angry, Mu Su hurriedly approached him, expecting to be beaten to death with a slap.
Han Yuanji was in pain, but he had not lost his mind yet. Seeing Mu Su's attack, he still did not gather his spiritual power and struck out with his palm.
Mu Su showed a hint of disappointment, suddenly looked away and looked behind Han Yuanji, and shouted in shock: "Master...?"
Han Yuanji was startled when he heard this. He subconsciously closed his palm and turned around. He felt a heavy kick on his butt. He couldn't help but stumble forward a few steps. He turned around and glared in anger: "You!"
Then I saw Musu sticking to me like brown candy again.
The latter waved his palm, but saw Mu Su looking behind him again and making a sound of surprise.
"Master...?"
Han Yuanji didn't care, while Mu Su, the clinker, didn't even dodge the palm, and stood with his hands tied up with a respectful expression.
"Is this a trick?" Han Yuanji couldn't tell, so he gritted his teeth and stopped, turning around to look.
For some reason, when there was no one in the audience and when his butt was kicked again, Han Yuanji was not surprised at all.
Even his anger faded away. His face gradually became calmer, as if it had sublimated at this moment.
"Come on, come on."
The changes in Han Yuanji's mood were keenly sensed by Mu Su, and he tried to wave a provocation, but Han Yuanji's expression remained calm and unmoved.
Musu was discouraged, and his impromptu plan to raise tigers fell through.
He still held out hope that he would be beaten to death on the stage.
The two fought again. Han Yuanji no longer ignored Mu Su's little tricks, easily held his wrist, and chuckled: "Let's see where you escape this time."
Mu Su snorted coldly, put his hand into his arms, raised a handful of sand and shouted: "Sandstorm funeral!"
No one could have imagined that he would hide a handful of sand in his arms.
Han Yuanji, who had the chance to win, was caught off guard and lost his eyes. He hurriedly covered his body and retreated quickly. When he opened his eyes vaguely, he saw Mu Su standing motionless on the spot. He folded his arms and raised his head proudly like a winner.
In the end, this farce ended because more and more disciples gathered around. Mu Su was not afraid, but Han Yuanji could not afford to lose this person.
However, this earth-shattering news eventually spread. The disciples who wanted to cause trouble for Mu Su stopped all activities. They did not want to make the same mistake as Han Yuanji again.
It's really embarrassing to fight like that, no matter whether you win or lose.
The competition was almost a joke. On the surface, it seemed that Han Yuanji was so angry that Mu Su almost collapsed. In fact, Mu Su received dozens of blows. Although it was not visible on the surface, in reality they were all hidden injuries. If the pain was not weakened enough, Mu Su lay down
I've been moaning in bed for three days.
But it was enough to make Mu Su feel sore and itchy for most of the day.
Mu Su couldn't help but secretly hate it.
He has never been a generous person.
That night, Mu Su sneaked out and came to the teaching venue. Taking advantage of the night light, he made big scratches on the smooth, mirror-like white jade ground.
Wang Zihao, I love you forever! I wash my butt every night and wait for you to come!