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"Senior Li, if there is no one in Shao'e Mountain, why don't you come down and compete with me? You are a senior, so you shouldn't be stingy in giving advice to a junior like me, right?"

Li Yuanshan is over eighty years old. Although his cultivation is not enough, his age and qualifications are there. He is highly respected and has status in the world.

A young man actually dares to shout in front of his face, this is the face of Luo Shao'e Mountain.

The faces of many seniors on the stage were not good-looking.

"Yellow-mouthed kid, why are you talking?"

It was Qin Hong who spoke. Li Yuanshan was well-educated and didn't care about Peng Peng. However, Qin Hong's temper was direct and he just scolded him!

"Is this senior Qin Hongqin of Shao'e Mountain?" Peng Peng looked at Qin Hong on the stage with a cynical smile on his face, "In terms of family seniority, I have to call you uncle. Since Li Senior doesn't want to give me advice, why don't you come, old uncle? Today the three altars will discuss martial arts, you won't refuse, right?"

Then he led Qin Hong's army.

Qin Hong had just broken through to the Yuan Shen Realm. If he really fought with him, there was no guarantee who would win.

Qin Hong's face was very worried. If he ends up, he will be bullied by the big one if he wins, and he will be embarrassed if he loses.

At this time, someone in the crowd slowly walked towards the stage.

"Knowing that he is your uncle, you still have this attitude. I'm sorry, it would be too embarrassing for the Peng family to have a descendant like you, right?"

The visitor was none other than Chen Muyu. Wu Xiaobao's attention had always been on the stage. When he saw Chen Muyu, he realized that he had left her side at some point.

Everyone's eyes fell on Chen Muyu.

Qin Hong and others all had smiles on their faces.

"What are you?"

Peng Peng frowned and looked very displeased at the young man who slowly walked onto the stage.

"Qingshan Chen Family, Chen Muyu!" Chen Muyu directly reported his name.

"Qingshan Chen family? Never heard of it!" Peng Peng said contemptuously.

"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it. It was me, the third master of the Chen family, who you said disobediently just now. Are you the grandson of Peng Guanghan? Then you have the blood of my Chen family. Unfortunately, your great-grandfather Chen Qingxian has been removed. Chen family genealogy, that is to say, your lineage is not even qualified to enter my Chen family genealogy..."

Chen Muyu was even more contemptuous.

"fart!"

Peng Peng, with a face like pig liver, glared at Chen Muyu, "Get out, otherwise, there will be consequences!"

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Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly raised his right hand, "I'll use three moves. If you can withstand it, I'll give you a chance to get out!"

Wow, what a loud tone.

The other party is a master in the early stage of Yuanshen Realm. This young man must not be a fool, right? Three moves? Do you need the other party to endure it before you have a chance to step down?

Everyone present looked at this strange and handsome face, and they were full of curiosity. They asked each other about the origin of Qingshan Chen?

As soon as the sound fell, Chen Muyu pointed his finger in the air!

brush!

The Taiyi Sword Finger, combined with the Sunflower Point Pointing Hand, can directly hit the opponent's critical point with one move.

The man was startled. He thought that Chen Muyu was just a small character who didn't know the heights of the world. He never expected that he would take action at the slightest disagreement, and that he would do so ruthlessly.

Peng Peng subconsciously took a step back, and the sword energy passed across his chest, directly cutting his clothes and causing a trace of blood.

The audience exclaimed.

Peng Peng stood up straight, and the burning pain in his chest frightened him.

This person's cultivation level is probably higher than his own.

"Haha, you are really capable of avoiding my finger!" Chen Muyu spoke in Versailles dialect and raised his right palm, "I won't show mercy for this second move!"

Peng Peng was sweating instantly and did not dare to look down upon him in the slightest.

"Junior brother, take the sword!"

Under the stage, an old man in his fifties threw up a long sword.

Peng Peng caught the sword in the air, rolled several times in the air, and pulled out the sword with a clang. The scabbard flew more than ten meters away, almost hitting the onlookers.

Peng Peng stood with his sword in hand and looked at Chen Muyu. He could already feel the disdainful glances from everyone in the audience. The opponent was bare-handed, but he used a weapon. This was indeed a bit embarrassing, but he had no choice. It was embarrassing. It doesn't matter, you must not lose.

"You can hold a sword too!"

Peng Peng pointed his long sword diagonally and looked at Chen Muyu proudly. With these words, he regained some dignity.

"Muyu!"

On the stage, Mo Daoyan threw a long sword.

"No need, senior, you're just a minor character, and you're not worthy of letting me use a sword!"

Chen Muyu caught it casually, threw it aside, and inserted the long sword directly into the ring with the scabbard attached.

To be honest, he doesn't know much about swordsmanship, so using this thing will only tie his hands and feet.

Small role?

What an insult. Peng Peng's face turned red and purple, then purple and blue.

The purpose of his entering the ring today was to humiliate the two factions of Xichuan, but he never expected that he would be humiliated. How could he endure this?

"Changhong Sword Technique!"

What's the use of talking, you still have to see the real seal under your hands. Peng Peng snorted coldly, shook his long sword, and his figure flashed like a rainbow falling, heading straight towards Chen Muyu.

The setting sun in the afternoon shone in the sword light, and everyone in the audience seemed to see a rainbow.

This swordsmanship is so beautiful!

"Fancy!"

Chen Muyu snorted coldly and directly divided the five dragons into corpses.

"Roar!"

With the power of his palm revealed, five dragon-shaped zhenqi went straight towards Peng Peng.

The domineering power of the palm could be described as devastating. The ray of rainbow was instantly shattered. Peng Peng was hit by Chen Muyu's palm, and his body stopped. Five dragon energy hit Peng Peng's chest, and the whole person flew out instantly.

The five dragons cut their bodies into pieces, releasing the force of their palms in five directions, and the clothes on their bodies were torn to pieces in an instant.

With a bang, he fell heavily to the edge of the ring, and the sword in his hand fell to the side.

Chen Muyu stepped on the Sunflower Moon Step to the edge of the ring, raised his foot and held it against him to prevent him from falling off the ring.

"You have to agree on three moves to get off the stage!"

Chen Muyu was condescending. This gesture was extremely shameful and humiliating.

This is simply abusing food!

There was silence.

"Brother Yu is mighty!"

Wu Xiaobao shouted, breaking the silence. Everyone woke up and cheered.

I just like to see this kind of plot where arrogant people are beaten down by even more arrogant people.

Peng Peng rolled to the middle of the ring, turned over and stood up. His clothes were shattered by Chen Muyu's palm, revealing a golden bronze armor.

"Wubao?"

The expression on Chen Muyu's face was slightly stagnant. How many martial arts treasures are there in this old mountain? Where did you get it?

"Brass armor, low-level protective weapon, 12% complete..."

Information about the armor soon appeared in Chen Muyu's mind. It was a low-level protective weapon, very broken, and only 12% complete.

Although it was broken, the weapon was a weapon, and it actually blocked most of Chen Muyu's palm power. Peng Peng only had a breath shock and was not seriously injured.