C187

I'm afraid you're going to lose

"No need, I'm already here. I don't know why Martial Uncle Jun is looking for me?"

Mu Cheng stood up and said calmly.

Although he was the boss inside the Zongtian Sect, he still needed to rely on evidence or even reasoning. If he forcefully suppressed Mu Cheng like this, even if Xuan Luo didn't ask, Lv Luo would still care. At that time, he would be the boss of the Zongtian Sect, and even if Mu Cheng wasn't a good person, he would still need to rely on evidence or reasoning.

Therefore, Monarch Quan was very rational. He didn't lose his head from anger as he coldly looked at Mu Cheng, wanting to hear what Mu Cheng had to say next.

"Haha, Martial Uncle Jun, if you want to settle this debt with me, then I will also deal with you first."

"Besides, I didn't even touch your son. As for whether or not you believe me is none of my business."

After Mu Cheng finished speaking, he spread out his hands to show his innocence.

"Song Weiyi, is what he said true?" Monarch Quan hesitated for a while before he asked Song Weiyi.

This was something that he shouldn't have asked. The most important thing was that the king's authority had been burned away by the flames of fury, so he hadn't asked for much.

It was just that when he saw Jun Wushang return home that day with a depressed look on his face, he was unable to ask anything.

It just so happened that the Heavenly Monarch Begonia was exactly the same. The two siblings seemed to have been possessed at the same time.

Go out and ask around, and you'll find out that Jun Wushang and Jun Begonia suffered a loss at the same time from the same person that day.

What kind of master was the monarch? He had never been at a disadvantage and had always been suppressing others.

In the Zongtian Sect, he could be said to be the true sect master, and even if Xuan Luo came, he would be extremely courteous to him. However, in the Zongtian Sect, there was actually someone who dared to lay their hands on his son and daughter, this was unacceptable, and under Song Weiyi's instigation, they practically immediately rushed out upon hearing Mu Cheng's name, even without knowing who it was, and flew towards the profound peak, not knowing the truth behind the matter.

Song Weiyi originally thought that his Junior Master wouldn't ask him, because he understood his Junior Master very well. But Song Weiyi had still underestimated Mu Cheng's worth within the Zongtian Sect, even if he did not have the monarch power as the hall master of the Pill Refining Hall, he was afraid that he would not have Mu Cheng.

"Martial Uncle, I am not aware of this, but there are already several versions of the situation on that day, I'm afraid that even if the person involved came, he would not be able to explain it clearly. About this, I think we should take care of Mu Cheng first, in any case, Jun Wushang was injured that day, this is an indisputable fact." Song Weiyi replied.

Of course, Song Weiyi knew that this wasn't Mu Cheng's responsibility. He could only blame Jun Wushang for being too arrogant, and did not have the ability to be so.

Song Weiyi stared coldly at Mu Cheng, before closing his eyes, as though he was trying to tell Mu Cheng what to do.

In the end, the monarch still believed in Song Weiyi, because Song Weiyi was his nephew and was related to him by blood.

"Hmph, Mu Cheng, don't even think about using flowery words. My son was injured by you. I don't care who attacked first."

Jun Quan impatiently looked at Mu Cheng and waved his hand, not giving Mu Cheng the chance to speak.

A flying sword flew towards Mu Cheng. This flying sword was very fast and arrived in the blink of an eye.

"High-grade flying sword?"

Mu Cheng was slightly surprised, but he still managed to avoid the sword and quickly retreated behind him. He looked at the flying sword with suspicion in his eyes.

The monarch didn't care whether or not Mu Cheng took note of it. He used his killing move and was too lazy to talk to Mu Cheng.

"Mu Cheng, I want to see how you'll avoid this."

Standing at the side, Song Weiyi revealed a gloomy expression, and also exposed a smile. His eyes flashed with a trace of light, and he said in his heart.

Mu Cheng didn't even have time to react before the flying sword closed in once again.

"Hmph, is that all? Monarch, do you think I'm afraid of you? " Mu Cheng looked at the flying sword flying towards him and shouted.

Mu Cheng also shot out a flying sword from his body, slicing through the air with a sharp lightning bolt as the sound of thunder reverberated in the air.

"Hmm? Thunderclap Sword, I never thought that the old ghost Xuan Luo would actually be willing to give you this flying sword. "

"Haha, but so what if you have a Thunderclap Sword? This flying sword is at most the pinnacle of a mid-grade flying sword. "

"However, my Dustless Sword is a high-grade flying sword. There is a difference of one grade between the two."

Monarch Quan looked at Mu Cheng with disdain. Although he was slightly shocked by the appearance of the Thunderclap Sword, it did not reach the point where his expression changed.

"Monarch, don't tell me that your family really doesn't have any decent opponents? This little one got beaten up, and I can't believe I still have to come out and help them vent their anger. I don't think you should come out in the future, it would save more trouble that way. " Mu Cheng was enraged as well. Even if it was a mud man, he would still be angry, let alone being attacked for no reason.

"Kid, what did you say? If you have the ability, say it again. "

It was extremely displeasing to be scolded at the nose by someone else, not to mention the head of the Alchemy Hall of Zongtian Sect. This was definitely the biggest insult to the ruler's power.

"Haha, even if you want me to say it a hundred times, I'll still say it the same way."

"As for what you want to do today, that has nothing to do with me. If you want to fight with me, I'm afraid you will lose."

Mu Cheng's face showed a trace of arrogance, as the saying goes: "A man doesn't flaunt his abilities in front of a young man."

"Good, good, good. Mu Cheng, you have guts. Today, I will let you know who it is that you cannot offend."

Jun Quan's face became gloomy, and was afraid that he was going to use his true abilities, the killing intent was slowly released, and at this time, Duan Lang sensed that the situation was bad, and quickly left, or rather, asked for reinforcements, which was more accurate to say.

Mu Cheng continued to stare fearlessly at the monarch's authority. The flying sword in his hand began to emit a gentle light, as though it was extremely quiet.

However, only Mu Cheng knew that it wasn't quiet here. Without Mu Cheng's control, it would have exploded immediately.

"Since you've already been angered, there's no other way. Only by truly scaring you will you be able to save a lot of trouble."

Mu Cheng lightly said, his hands already prepared.

The so called Wind and Thunder Art was to place the speed of the wind into the lightning, allowing the mana to speed up and become more destructive.

"Wind and Thunder Art, the beginning of the wind." Mu Cheng gave a light shout and a strong wind formed in the air and slowly fused into Mu Cheng's body.

Mu Cheng's body was like a medium, fusing all of the wind in the air into his mana. Following which, a whistling sound could be heard from his flying sword.

"So it's like that. Seems like this flying sword is fused with the Wind and Thunder Art." Mu Cheng thought.

"Feng Chuyu, Lightning Haste." Mu Cheng indifferently looked at Jun Quan and shouted out.

A huge storm seemed to have formed in the sky, with Mu as the center, as it slowly fused with the Thunderclap Sword.

"I never thought that that old bastard Xuan Luo would actually be willing to give you his blood."

Monarch Quan muttered to himself. Then, the Dustless Sword in his hand also burst out with a dazzling light. It was as if the entire sky had been obscured by it. In a flash, it evaded reality.

"Go, Dustless Sword!"

If Mu Cheng's moves were to take shape, it would probably take a lot of effort. If it was someone else, Song Weiyi would not think about how to interrupt Mu Cheng when he was facing Mu Cheng, but would instead think about how to raise the power of his moves to their maximum, before going against Mu Cheng.

Mu Cheng was also thinking the same way, but the monarch's authority gave Mu Cheng a new concept of battle. Mu Cheng was also thinking the same way, but the monarch's authority gave Mu Cheng a new concept of battle.

Opportunities were often created by oneself. The monarch had his eyes on Mu Cheng, who was scheming his moves. At this time, Mu Cheng seemed to be defenseless, and was also the most dangerous time for him.

"Mu Cheng, go and die. I'll teach you a lesson today." A confident smile appeared on Jun Quan's face.

Looking at the approaching flying sword, Mu Cheng's eyes widened as he calculated in his mind. In the end, he concluded that the flying sword had cut his head into two halves even before his move was formed. A look of seriousness flashed across Mu Cheng's face.

"Humph, monarch's right, I'll remember it." Mu Cheng decisively gave up and immediately dodged to the side, barely avoiding the danger.

Yet another sword strike. Before Mu Cheng could react, the Dustless Sword had already followed Mu Cheng like a shadow.

Mu Cheng spat out a mouthful of blood, but before the blood on the corner of his mouth could dry, the Dustless Sword had already approached.

"Hmph." Mu Cheng held the Thunderclap Sword in his hand and then brandished his sword to block. Right now, he was no longer using the Imperial Sword Technique, but using his hands to move the most quickly. He channeled his mana into the flying sword through his arms, thus the flying sword's might was not too small.

Bang! When the Thunderclap Sword and the Dustless Sword clashed, Mu Cheng felt his hands go numb.

Mu Cheng's right hand was in a dislocated state, and blood was flowing out from his palm.

"Martial Uncle Jun, do you really want to fight to the death?"

Mu Cheng then stretched out his arm to wipe off the blood from his mouth before calmly looking at Jun Quan.

"Haha, you're the one who said that, not me." The ruler's authority exuded the aura of an expert, so he didn't ruthlessly chase after Mu Cheng.

Jun Quan stood in the sky as he looked down at Mu Cheng, a mocking smile appearing on his face.