Landing in the Fantastic World

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Mo Lan gasped for countless breaths, but the severe pain still made him howl crazily on the ground.

This punch was not the heaviest punch he had ever suffered, but it was definitely the most painful punch he had ever suffered.

The pain made him unforgettable!

"I'm sorry, I hit the wrong person. Don't blame me. If you want to blame, blame the kid from Sanqingguan. He promised to fight me head-on, but he sneaked away."

The Tianxuan Sect disciple couldn't bear to glance at Mo Lan who was lying on the ground crying, and then fled away.

There are many disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect here, and he doesn't want to be forced to stay, so it's better to go first.

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, my younger brother also left first."

After finishing speaking, the disciple of Sanqingguan used his exquisite body skills to escape from this place.

"You... bastards... don't go!!!"

Mo Lan, who was lying on the ground, wailed and shouted, pain and resentment intertwined.

Mu Yu was sitting upright, with a calm expression on his face, as if he had expected everything that happened before him.

At this time, all the disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect had just realized that Mu Yu had already reminded Mo Lan that his egg was about to shatter.

How did he predict all this in advance?

Thinking of this, everyone was shocked in their hearts.

"This this……"

They looked at Mu Yu, already too frightened to speak.

Nalan Yanran blinked her beautiful eyes, and also looked at Mu Yu curiously.

"You invited those two people just now to deliberately assassinate Junior Brother Mo."

Ye Chen said coldly, he would never believe that Mu Yu has such strength and can even predict the future.

Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized, and only in this way can it make sense.

"Young Master Wushuang, it's too much to do such despicable deeds! No matter what, you can't make people die." Several disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect sarcastically.

"Impossible, brother Mu is not such a person." Nalan Yanran scolded with a cold face.

"I also believe that brother Mu is not such a person." Hu Qinfeng also agreed.

"No matter what, I don't think we can get rid of him." At this time, among the disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect, the young and handsome man who was the leader said.

He is the head of the seven prides of the Misty Cloud Sect—Feng Yuhang, the first of the younger generation of the Misty Yun Sect.

As soon as he spoke, the other disciples of Misty Cloud Sect didn't dare to speak anymore.

Mu Yu looked indifferent, and said: "You don't understand the world of the Prophet, what's more, I have already reminded him, if you want to blame him, you can blame him for being too low, and you can't block such an ordinary punch. "

"Don't be crazy! No matter how unbearable my disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect are, I'm still better than your Wuliang Sect. Don't think that you won the first place in the Lingtian Secret Realm, and you think that the younger generation is invincible. Let me tell you, you are still not enough!" far away."

Feng Yuhang gritted his teeth and said sharply in his eyes.

"I really don't think I'm very strong, but you're all too weak, and you're a peer foil." Mu Yu folded his hands on his chest, with a calm expression on his face.

"Okay, then why don't we compete and let you see how a 'weak' person like me beat you to the ground." Feng Yuhang said in a deep voice with a livid face.

"Boring, not interested." Mu Yu flatly refused.

What is there to compare with a humble disciple of this strength.

There is an old saying that goes well, if you play chess with a stinky basket, the more you play, the more stinky you will become.

Mu Yu felt that if he competed with such a disciple, his combat level would only drop further and lower, which would not do him any good.