On this day, Mu Su left the cave and was about to go to the hot spring in the back mountain to peep, but was blocked by two outer disciples.

One of them, Han Won-ki, proposed to go to the battleground with Mu Su.

Musu can not challenge it with a cat or a dog, and he has more important things to do at this time, so he refused: "Don't fight."

As he said that, he missed the two and they were about to leave.

Han Won-ki's mocking tone came from behind: "Are you afraid of death?"

Mu Su paused and tilted his head slightly: "Die?"

Han Won-ki sneered: "I think you are afraid of it."

"Okay! Let's go!" Mu Su quickly turned around, responding as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word.

"What..." Mu Su's change in attitude made Han Won-ki subconsciously stunned.

"Aren't you going to compete? Come quickly, come quickly." Mu Su pulled Han Won-ki out without saying a word.

Han Won-ki's companion had to speak out to remind him: "You are going back..."

Mu Su turned his direction.

After a cup of tea, the three of them came to the martial arts training ground together.

A large number of outer disciples were on the martial arts competition stage. The two came to a empty martial arts competition stage in a corner, facing each other several meters apart.

Han Won-ki took off his long boots, grabbed the ground with his toes, pressed down the center of gravity, stretched his white palms flat, and posed in a palm posture.

Mu Su stood with his hands behind his back, tilted his head and raised his eyebrows to stare at Han Won-ki.

Seeing that Mu Su didn't attack first, Han Yuanji stared at Mu Su's eyes and moved forward with his feet. His eyes moved down and dispersed throughout Mu Su's body.

I was stunned and my eyes were filled with panic.

How is that possible!

He found that when Mu Su stood there, there was no flaw in his body. He was integrated, both offense and defense, and he moved his whole body with one move!

...

Mu Su scratched his head. Why didn't he do anything yet?

As someone who was so anxious that he put on his pants halfway through his shit, Mu Su decided to take the initiative, and shouted at Han Won Ki with both palms, "Shenluo Tianzheng!"

A cyclone suddenly erupted from Mu Su's palm. Han Wonji's pupils shrank, and he used all his strength to activate the Jiushan Jue, and immediately he was in full force, and his feet fell into an inch of the stone platform.

The huge spiritual power was brought in, and the black-haired robe pulled back and shook. Han Yuanji was shocked by the strength of his spiritual power, narrowed his eyes slightly, and was alert to Mu Su's attack at any time.

After the strong wind of clinker, Mu Su stood up slightly and scratched his head awkwardly.

Han Won-ki would never guess no matter what, Mu Su would not be able to do any of his skills.

And the one that just now had used up all his spiritual power.

When Han Won-ki realized that Mu Su was strong outside and hard at home, the incense stick ignited simultaneously outside the field had been burned.

Han Won-ki was furious, and he removed his spiritual power all over his body and fisted naked. Mu Su, who knew nothing, was not Han Won-ki's opponent. He suffered losses in the first day of the first day of the lunar calendar, and was deliberately humiliated by Han Won-ki, and was in a mess.

Two qi-refining boys started to fight like mountain village men.

Of course, the one who is Shanye Village is Mu Su. Han Won Ki is as relaxed and comfortable as a master in the crops.

"Do you kill me?" Mu Su was aroused.

Han Won-ki snorted coldly: "The sect stipulates that no harm to his fellow disciples, but I am just a discussion."

"If you don't kill me, I'll kill you!" Mu Su said unreasonable words, and weakened this with pain, and roared and punched.

Han Won-ki easily grabbed Mu Su's fist and was about to speak.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts..."

When Mu Su screamed in his ears, Han Yuanji was subconsciously stunned.

Mu Su smiled sinisterly, hid behind her left hand and suddenly poked it out, raising her two fingers and inserted her eyes straight into Han Wonji's eyes.

"Fuck your eyes!"

How could Han Won Ki be injured by this method? He put his hands on his forehead and easily separated him. He spoke sarcastically: "That's just the means!!!"

Mu Su stepped hard on Han Wonji's solemn and crushed hard. When Han Wonji, who was furious after screaming, rolled out on the spot and easily got out of the battle.

Han Won-key's eyebrows counted down, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be substantial. But he saw Mu Su coming again like he was looking for death!

"Fuck your eyes!"

Mu Su repeats his old trick, and he raises his fingers and penetrates straight.

"The same move won't work for me for the second time!!!"

Han Won-ki was in pain, and Jiao Hao's face was covered with a ferocious face.

Mu Su had already rolled away flexibly, jumped back and forth not far away, and swung his fists provocatively.

"You bastard..." Han Won-ki roared out of his teeth. Seeing that he was really angry, Mu Su hurried over and looked forward to being beaten to death with one palm.

Han Won-ki was in pain, but he had not lost his mind yet. Seeing Mu Su attacking, he still didn't gather his spiritual power and slapped it out with a palm.

Mu Su showed a hint of disappointment, suddenly looked away, looked behind Han Won-ki, and shouted in surprise: "President..."

Han Won-ki was stunned when he heard this, subconsciously retracted his palm and turned around, and then he felt a heavy kick in the butt. He couldn't stop leaning forward and staggering a few steps. He turned his head and glared: "You!"

Then Mu Su was caught in the skin like a candy.

The latter waved his palm, but saw Mu Su looking behind him again and making a sound of shock.

"The head of the sect..."

Han Won Ki ignored it, and Mu Su didn't hide from this palm, and stood with a respectful look on his face.

"Is this a plan?" Han Won-ki couldn't tell the difference, and finally gritted his teeth and stopped, turning his head to look.

For some reason, when there was no one behind him and when he was kicked in the butt again, Han Won Ki was not surprised at all.

His anger faded. His face gradually calmed down, as if it was sublimated at this moment.

"Come on, come on."

The change in Han Won-ki's mood was perceptively perceived by Mu Su. He tried to wave his hand and provoke. Han Won-ki's expression was still calm and unmoved.

Mu Su was discouraged and his plan to raise a tiger was ruined.

He still had hope of being beaten to death on stage.

The two fought again, and Han Won-ki no longer ignored Mu Su's tricks, easily grabbed his wrist, and chuckled, "Look at where you escape this time."

Mu Su snorted coldly, reached into his arms, raised his hand and shouted: "Sandstorm is in funeral!"

No one could have thought that he would hide a handful of sand in his arms.

Han Won-ki, who was sure to win, was caught off guard and hurriedly protected his whole body and retreated. When he opened his eyes blankly, he saw Mu Suli moving in place without moving. He hugged his hands and raised his head as proudly as the winner.

In the end, the farce finally ended. Because there were more and more disciples gathering around. Mu Su was not afraid, but Han Won-ki couldn't afford to lose this person.

But this earth-shaking movement finally spread. The disciples who wanted to make trouble for Mu Su were all gone, and they did not want to repeat the mistakes of Han Wonji.

It's really embarrassing to be like that, no matter what the winner is.

The competition was almost fun. On the surface, Han Won-ki was so angry that he almost collapsed by Mu Su. In fact, Mu Su was hit dozens of times. Although he couldn't see it on the surface, he was actually a secret injury. If it weren't for the pain that weakened enough Mu Su would have been lying on the bed and humming for three days.

But it was enough to make Mu Su feel sore and itchy all over for most of the day.

Mu Su couldn't help but feel secretly hatred.

He has never been a generous person.

That night, Mu Su sneaked out and came to the teaching room. He rode the night to mark the big marks on the smooth white jade ground as smooth as a mirror.

Wang Zihao, I love you for the rest of my life! Every night I wash my butt and wait for you to come!

Outer disciple Han Won Kiliu.

No one can offend Mu Su.

No one.
Chapter completed!