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Zhang Yuling and others arrived quickly and saw Chen Muyu being pressed to the ground and being rubbed. The stick seemed to be held by someone and kept beating Chen Muyu who was lying on the ground.

It is unimaginable what kind of pain can make a ninth-level powerhouse cry without any regard for face.

It's so cruel, so cruel.

Subconsciously, everyone rushed to protect the Lord.

However, the stick obviously didn't want them to get close. With a violent wave in the air, the terrifying air wave forced Zhang Yuling and others back.

"what to do?"

A group of people gathered around, their faces solemn.

The stick didn't attack them, it just stared at Chen Muyu and beat him alone. He didn't know what grudge Chen Muyu had against it.

Zhang Yuling and others saw it in their eyes and were anxious in their hearts.

"Where is Palace Master Yang?" Du Qianqian shouted.

At this point, someone has to come up with an idea.

"I fainted after receiving a blow from the stick."

Jiang Qianfan helped someone come over, it was Yang Lin.

When everyone saw this, their faces couldn't help but twitch slightly.

its not right.

A trace of doubt flashed between Wan Hongyan's eyebrows, "Even someone as strong as Palace Master Yang can't withstand a blow from this stick. Look..."

While speaking, Wan Hongyan pointed her chin in the direction of Chen Muyu.

Everyone looked over with doubts on their faces.

With one blow from the stick, Yang Lin's physical body at the early stage of Breaking the Dao Realm could explode. He just received a blow on the back. Although his physical body was not exploded, he fainted immediately.

But in the scene before him, the stick had been used on Chen Muyu no matter how many times, but Chen Muyu was still clearly conscious. Listening to the scream, he was full of energy, and it was clear that he was only enjoying the pain of flesh wounds.

Chen Muyu is only in the early ninth level of physical body. How can he be compared with Yang Lin? Yang Lin can't stand it, but he can stand it?

Or is it that the stick was treated differently, and when it hit Chen Muyu, it was not used hard at all?

The purpose of the stick was just to give Chen Muyu a beating and enjoy the pain of his flesh and blood.

Yes, that should be it.

"Palace Master Chen, that stick can't kill you, but you try to surrender it."

Jiang Qianfan shouted.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the stick came back with a stick.

Jiang Qianfan was horrified. He never thought that just one shout could cause unreasonable disaster.

Unable to dodge, a stick hit his arm. Like Yang Lin, Jiang Qianfan's entire right arm exploded with a bang.

Jiang Qianfan didn't even dare to scream and quickly teleported away.

"call."

Everyone's heart is full of hope.

Kudu looked at the stick defensively.

The stick did not pursue Jiang Qianfan, but turned around and whipped Chen Muyu.

At the moment when the stick turned around to hit Jiang Qianfan, Chen Muyu breathed a sigh of relief, and seemed to realize something when he heard Jiang Qianfan's cry.

Just as he turned over, he saw the stick coming down again.

The spank was supposed to be on the spot, but when he turned around, he went straight to his crotch.

That's okay.

I cried, cried, yelled, hit, and begged.

The stick was still unyielding, and the Clay Bodhisattva was still angry. Chen Muyu's eyes were red, and he suddenly stood up. He stretched out his hands desperately, and the moment the stick hit him, he directly grabbed the stick into his palm. .

"Buzz!"

The stick vibrated violently, as if he was trying to escape. However, Chen Muyu jumped up, holding the stick tightly with both hands, and pressed his whole body on the stick.

Damn it, I'm still smoking, I'm still smoking, is it over?

Chen Muyu cursed loudly, and his voice echoed throughout the Jidao Palace.

The stick carried Chen Muyu, jumping up and down, flying up and down in the sky and on the ground, crashing through mountains, as if trying to get rid of Chen Muyu.

But Chen Muyu hugged it tightly, no matter how much he tossed it, it remained unmoved.

The blood flowing from the wound on his back seeped into the stick.

The stick absorbed Chen Muyu's blood and became increasingly purple and black.

I don't know how long it took, but the stick gradually slowed down like a tamed wild horse.

Finally, the stick landed on the ground carrying Chen Muyu.

Chen Muyu, however, was still holding on tightly and did not dare to let go.

This time he let go, he might be beaten again.

"Huchi..."

After taking a few deep breaths, the pain in my back was almost numb.

Chen Muyu was exhausted and didn't want to move. He just wanted to lie here and have a good sleep.

However, at this moment, a piece of information poured into his mind out of thin air.

"The Dao Heart Stick, the ultimate treasure of the Dao, specializes in defeating those with unstable Dao hearts..."

is the message of this stick.

Chen Muyu failed to read the message completely. He was already lying on the ground. He didn't know whether he was fainted or asleep.

…

When he woke up, Chen Muyu was already lying on a flower bed.

There is a faint fragrance in the room, and there is also a faint fragrance of flowers on the quilt, which makes people feel calm and enjoy it very much.

The interior furnishings are simple, including a small table, a small dressing mirror, and some jewelry boxes.

It looks like it should be a woman's boudoir.

Women's boudoir?

Chen Muyu was stunned for a moment, a little confused, and couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

This is where?

Didn't I get rubbed by that stick?

I stood up and touched my back. The wound had healed, but it still hurt.

Pain that hurts into the soul.

Where's the stick?

Chen Muyu's heart tightened as he thought of the stick.

Yo.

As soon as the thought came to mind, there was a blur in front of my eyes, and something flew over from nowhere.

Grass.

Chen Muyu's face turned green when he saw what was coming.

It was the stick that caused me so much pain.

"What do you want to do?"

Chen Muyu subconsciously shrank toward the corner of the bed.

The stick stopped in front of him, its head pointed at him.

The atmosphere solidified.

Chen Muyu seemed to feel that there was a pair of eyes in the stick staring at him.

The stick just stopped like this, as if it sensed Chen Muyu's fear. After a moment, it turned around and faced Chen Muyu with the handle of the stick.

Chen Muyu was stunned by this scene.

It took him a while to come back to his senses, and the information he received before he fainted came to mind.

Information about this stick.

Taoist stick.

Does it recognize me as its Lord?

Chen Muyu was surprised. The stick was pointing its handle at me. Was it trying to get me to grab it?

"You, please stop hitting me."

Chen Muyu spoke first, but when he saw that the stick didn't respond, he carefully stretched out his hand again.

Slowly, I grabbed the handle of the stick.

This time, the stick did not repel him.

I bought it cool and the texture is quite good.

It was neither heavy nor heavy. Chen Muyu held it with both hands, and the expression on his face slowly changed from fear at the beginning to surprise.

This stick really recognizes me as its master?

No, I conquered it.

Chen Muyu was breathing rapidly, as if he had forgotten how he was pressed against the ground by the stick before.