C210

"Hiss!"

Mo LAN took countless breaths of cool air, but the intense pain still made him cry wildly on the ground.

It's not the heaviest punch he's ever had, but it's definitely the most painful one he's ever had.

The pain is so deep in his heart!

"I'm sorry, the wrong person. Don't blame me. If you want to blame me, blame the boy of sanqingguan. He said that he would fight with me. As a result, he evaded me secretly."

Tianxuanmen's disciples couldn't bear to take a look at Mo LAN lying on the ground, and then ran away.

There are many disciples of Yunlan sect here. He doesn't want to be forced to stay, so it's better to go first.

"Accident, accident, I'll leave first."

With that, the disciple of Sanqing Temple used his exquisite body method to escape from here.

"You Asshole Don't go away! "

Lying on the ground, Mo LAN wails and shouts. Pain and resentment are intertwined.

Mu Yu is sitting in a state of anxiety, his face is calm, and he seems to have expected what happened in front of him.

At this time, the disciples of Zhongyun lanzong just reflected that Mu Yu had already reminded Mo Lan that his egg was going to be broken.

How did he foresee all this in advance?

Thinking of this, everyone was shocked.

"This This... "

Looking at Mu Yu, they were too frightened to speak.

Nalan blinks her beautiful eyes and looks at Mu Yu curiously.

"Just now those two people are you please move to, intentionally harm Mo younger martial brother."

Ye Chen cold way, he will not believe that Mu Yu has such strength, even the future things can be predicted.

Only in this way can it make sense.

"It's too much for me to do such a mean deed! No matter what, people can't be deprived of their children and grandchildren. " Several disciples of Yunlan sect satirized.

"No way, brother mu. He's not like that." Nalan Yanran face dew cold, scolded.

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

"Anyway, I don't think I can get rid of him." At this time, among the disciples of the cloud LAN sect, the young and handsome man at the head said.

He is Feng Yuhang, the head of the seven arrogants of Yunlan sect, the first of the younger generation of Yunlan sect.

As soon as he came out, the other disciples of Yunlan sect did not dare to speak any more.

Mu Yu looked indifferent and said, "you don't understand the prophet's world. What's more, I have already reminded him that if you want to blame him, you should blame him for his low cultivation. You can't stop such a mediocre blow."

"Don't be wild! No matter how unbearable my Yunlan sect disciples are, they will be better than you wuliangzong. Don't think that if you won the first place in Lingtian secret place, you will think that the younger generation is invincible. I tell you, you are far from it. "

Feng Yuhang gritted his teeth, his eyes suddenly showed a sharp light.

"I really don't think I'm strong, but you're all too weak to compete with each other." Mu Yu holds his chest in both hands and looks indifferent.

"Well, let's have a competition. Let's show you how I, a" weak "person, beat you to the ground." Feng Yuhang's face was livid and he said in a deep voice.

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

There is nothing to compare with such a weak disciple.

There is an old saying that when you play chess with stinky basket, the more you play, the more stinky it is.

Mu Yu thinks that his fighting level will only be lower and lower when he tries to compete with such disciples, which is not good for him.