C869

"If you are poisoned by my cold ice, you will not live for seven days."

Duanmu Huashang was smiling coldly in his heart.

This little trick of Duanmu Huachang can't hide it from Mu Yu.

However, as soon as the cold ice poison entered Mu Yu's body, it was immediately dissolved by the yaori holy fire.

"If anyone offends me, I will do it!"

Mu Yu is not a soft persimmon to be manipulated by others. Since Duanmu Huashang dares to manipulate him, he will have to pay a price.

For a moment, the fierce fire elements of the yaori holy fire gushed out madly from Mu Yu's palm, and all of them penetrated into Duanmu Huachang's body.

"Ah It's so hot

Duanmu Huachang felt that his palm was stuck on the fire, which was too hot for him.

He immediately wanted to retract his palm, but found that his palm was clamped by a pair of pliers and could not be retracted at all.

The violent fire elements in Duanmu Huashang's body wantonly crisscross, his skin was baked into a fiery red, the whole person was trapped in the furnace.

Duanmu Qingling looks at Mu Yu with a smile.

Duanmu Huashang is like a dog skin plaster that can't be broken. She always likes to pester her. She can't even shake it off. Now she has been punished.

"Let me go!"

Duanmu Huashang is jumping on the ground like a monkey, but he still can't break away from Mu Yu's hand.

At this time, the violent fire element completely intruded into his meridians, and his cultivation method produced extremely cold air of ice, which was completely dissolved by the fire element.

"No!"

Duanmu Huashang roared with heartache. The ice gas has been stored in his body for ten years, and it's also the biggest card that he can be the first person of Duanmu's younger generation.

Unexpectedly, he was completely dissolved by Mu Yu, which was as painful as cutting off his hands.

"Don't play tricks on me, or it won't be so simple."

Mu Yu finally released his hand and gave a cold warning.

The cold voice made Duanmu Huachang shudder all over, and his heart was cold.

"Yes."

Duanmu Hua Chang couldn't help saying that his head was like a chicken pecking rice.

"Let's go."

Duanmu Qingling takes Mu Yu into the most central luxurious hall of Duanmu people, where Duanmu people entertain distinguished guests.

In the middle of the hall stood a dignified middle-aged man with a thick breath, just like a fierce beast in ancient times, which was enough to see the strength of his cultivation.

"Father."

Duanmu Qingling cried sweetly.

"Qingling, you're back."

Duanmu Fenghua turned his head. When he saw Mu Yu beside Duanmu Qingling, he suddenly laughed: "young Xia mu, you are all right."

Mu Yu arched his hand and said, "Duanmu clan leader, everything is fine."

Although they didn't have much contact with each other, they met on the birthday of longyaotian in Chaotian Palace, so they knew each other.

The performance of Muyu fighting Xiuyuan Shao on that day is still vividly remembered today.

He often laments why the young generation of Duanmu people can't be as proud as Mu Yu.

But my daughter

Duanmu Fenghua looks at Duanmu Qingling and shows a satisfied smile.

Fortunately, her daughter is not only beautiful, but also has good character and talent. If she can catch Mu Yu's heart, Duanmu clan will stand tall and prosper in the next thousand years.

Feeling his father's different eyes, Duanmu Qingling's face blushed. He couldn't help spat in his heart and said, "what's my father thinking all day long