After the two chattered for a few words, the short, fat man came out.
"Let me ask you for advice." Mu Shiyi saluted Zhao Xuan again.
"Then come."
Zhao Xuan summoned his mobile phone martial spirit, and the martial spirit attached itself to his wrist. At the same time, four soul rings slowly emerged from the soles of his feet.
Mu Shiyi's pupils shrank, looking at Zhao Xuan's purple-black fourth soul ring, he admired: "No wonder you can easily defeat that bloodthirsty butcher."
Zhao Xuan smiled and said nothing. He didn't need to put in much effort to defeat the bloodthirsty butcher.
"Breaking Wave Sword, come!" Mu Shiyi raised his right hand in the air, and he held a big sword in his hand.
The sword is three feet long, and the blade is about the width of a palm. The blade of the sword flashes with cold light, and has a wave-like texture, exuding a faint blue color.
At the same time, seven soul rings, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, and black, slowly rose from the soles of his feet.
Zhao Xuan pretended to be shocked and looked at Mu Shiyi: "You... are fooling around, you are the Soul Saint."
Mu Shiyi chuckled: "It doesn't matter, I only use the soul power of the forty-level soul sect and the first four soul rings. According to your combat power just now, it's not difficult."
Zhao Xuan said distressedly: "It's really difficult to earn ten gold soul coins."
"You will get rewards if you pay." Mu Twelve, a tall and thin traveler on the side, said coldly, looking very worried about the ten gold soul coins.
He glanced at Mu Shiyi with a cold look: "If you lose, you will be hungry in the next few days."
Mu Shiyi's face turned bitter when he saw this. He was really not sure of winning with his level 40 soul power fighting Zhao Xuan.
However, all the money has been spent, so I have to do something.
"Then I'll attack first." Mu Shiyi said.
His first spirit ring lit up without warning, and then he waved the wave-breaking knife in the air a few times.
Zhao Xuan's consciousness caught that the air around the wave-breaking knife seemed to have a wave of fluctuations, and then the air around him suddenly fluctuated. Layers of invisible air waves oppressed him, and his whole figure seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.
Same, hard to move.
Mu Shiyi rushed towards him immediately. Although he was a fat man, he was also quite agile.
On the other hand, Mu Twelve also paid close attention to the movement, fearing that any accident would happen.
"What the hell?"
Zhao Xuan looked surprised when he saw that he was unable to move, and subconsciously used his third soul skill, telecommunications fraud.
Seeing Zhao Xuan's third soul ring shining, Mu Shiyi's slashing action with the back of the knife suddenly changed, and he directly used the blade to slash at the phantom body left behind by Zhao Xuan.
"Whoosh!"
The broadsword slashed across, and Zhao Xuan's phantom body left on the spot was split into two pieces and turned into fragments.
Immediately afterwards, as if he had expected it, he turned around and slashed. Zhao Xuan, who was behind Mu Shiyi and was preparing to counterattack, suddenly changed his face and retreated violently.
"Do you have eyes in your back?" Zhao Xuan couldn't help but ask.
"Don't underestimate a soul saint's fighting consciousness. The fluctuations in your soul power after using soul skills are too obvious." Mu Shiyi chuckled, and did not attack again, but instead explained to Zhao Xuan.
"I've been taught." Zhao Xuan said seriously, and then released his first soul skill without hesitation.
When Mu Shiyi saw Zhao Xuan's first soul ring flashing, his expression suddenly changed. He had seen the weirdness of this soul skill before.
Sure enough, after Zhao Xuan activated his first soul skill, the surrounding space seemed to freeze, making him unable to move.
This is different from the effect of his first soul skill, which is called Air Slash. It actually increases the air pressure around Zhao Xuan by guiding the air pressure, thus restraining Zhao Xuan's movements and allowing him to obtain Slash.
opportunity to hit.
But Zhao Xuan's soul skill is a more terrifying form of direct confinement, and it seems to last for a long time and is more effective. You must know that although he has suppressed his strength, his own soul power of more than 70 levels has not changed.
Although he has traveled across the continent for many years, he has never seen such a powerful soul skill, and it is only a century-old soul skill from a soul sect!
Zhao Xuan was unreasonable and flew over and kicked Fei Mu Shiyi's Wuhun Wave Saber, then jumped up and directly clamped Mu Shiyi's head with his two calves.
Mu Shiyi's expression changed drastically: "What are you doing?"
Zhao Xuan chuckled and said, "Let you see Sister Wu's soft skills."
Zhao Xuan suddenly exerted force on his waist and fell backwards, his waist showing an astonishing arc.
Mu Shiyi felt a huge force coming from his head, and he was thrown back into the air. Even with a weight of two hundred kilograms, it was completely useless.
He looked horrified, and his 200-pound body drew an arc in the air.
The corners of Mu Twelve's eyes twitched at the side, and then he slowly closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to look at this scene. It was so miserable.
"boom!"
Mu Shiyi's body fell to the ground, crushing a large piece of green blue silver grass. Zhao Xuan, who landed lightly, felt the vibration from the earth and blinked his eyes.
"Are you using too much force?"
But it was obvious that this was just his overthinking. Mu Shiyi quickly stood up and shook his fat body. There was no problem except for some extra dirt and grass clippings on his body.
Mu Shiyi was sweating coldly and said: "Fortunately, I have rough skin and thick flesh, otherwise I would be miserable."
He waved his hand, and the wave-breaking knife that fell aside trembled, and then flew towards Mu Shiyi.
There is a connection between the weapon soul and the soul master, and they can communicate with each other using soul power.
Zhao Xuan's expression suddenly changed, his feet were covered with a layer of lightning nets invisible to the naked eye, and then he kicked the wave-breaking knife that flew towards Mu Shiyi.
The expressions of Mu Shiyi and Mu Twelve both changed, they were desperate?!
Mu Twelve was about to take action, but when he saw that the Wave Breaker was still some distance away from Zhao Xuan, as if it had encountered some resistance, the entire blade flew out at a faster speed.
"Feel the power of the electromagnetic gun!" Zhao Xuan said softly.
The Wave-Breaking Knife flipped its blade, silver light gleaming, cutting off all the obstructing branches along the way, and was finally blocked by a tree as thick as a grinding plate.
Even so, the wave-breaking knife penetrated almost one-third of the way into the tree trunk.
Looking at the wave-breaking knife dozens of meters away, Mu Twelve looked at Mu Eleven, what is your move?
Mu Shiyi also looked confused, I didn't do this.
Seeing this, both of them looked at Zhao Xuan. Could it be this kid?
Zhao Xuan pretended not to see the gazes of the two people and said in surprise: "What's going on?"
Then he looked at Mu Eleven. Mu Eleven and Mu Twelve looked at each other. They were not fools. Zhao Xuan must have done something right.
But since Zhao Xuan didn't want to explain, it was hard for them to speak.
The wave-breaking knife in the distance suddenly turned into a blur of light and shadow and disappeared, then reappeared in Mu Shiyi's hand.
Zhao Xuan understood that Mu Shiyi had summoned his martial spirit again.
"No fight, no fight." Mu Shiyi looked at the wave-breaking knife in his hand gloomily.
Beast martial souls and weapon martial souls have a similar characteristic, that is, summoning weapon martial souls and beast martial arts souls will consume a lot of soul power when they are possessed. Just a few dozen meters away, Mu Shiyi could not recall his own martial arts at all.
The soul can only be summoned again, and in doing so, the soul sect's originally not particularly abundant soul power is only reduced to half.
I only used one soul skill and summoned the martial soul twice and used up half of my soul power. How could I fight this fight?
"If I had known this, it would be better to let me go." Mu Twelve, a tall and thin man, said coldly from the side.
Mu Shiyi glanced at him: "What were you doing earlier?"
Then, Mu Shiyi lowered his head and took out a delicate little cloth bag from his waist. He took out ten gold soul coins and handed it to Zhao Xuan with a pained look on his face: "This is your reward."
Zhao Xuan smiled brightly. It was so easy to get the money. Fortunately, he had an idea just now, otherwise he would have to fight for a while.
Seeing the ten gold soul coins slipping away from his hands, Mu Shiyi looked sad: "It seems that I have to go to the branch hall of Wuhun Palace to receive the subsidy."
Mu Twelve's indifferent voice came: "Oh, now I guess I can't even get one hundred gold soul coins in a month. That woman is getting more and more harsh on us ascetic palace soul masters who have not surrendered."
"What are you talking about?" Zhao Xuan's eyes flashed, as if there was some secret?!
As soon as the two of them closed their mouths, they remembered that there was an outsider beside them. Mu Shiyi smiled dryly and said: "Nothing, nothing."
"Let's meet again if we are destined." Mu Shiyi said goodbye to Zhao Xuan, and took Mu Twelve to walk deeper along the path Zhao Xuan randomly selected.
The two of them seemed to have no fixed goals and just drifted...