A junk collection station floats in my mind

Yang Lin took a step forward and stretched out his hand to grab the stick, with a somewhat bold posture of a master of art.

"Om."

However, just as Yang Lin's hand was about to grab the stick, a shock wave radiated from the stick, directly swinging Yang Lin's hand away.

Then the stick flew straight up, aiming at Yang Lin's head.

Yang Lin was taken aback, feeling an inexplicable crisis, subconsciously stretched out his hand to block.

"Boom."

The stick hit Yang Lin's arm, and in an instant, Yang Lin's arm exploded.

hiss.

At this moment, everyone gasped.

What is the origin of this stick, it is so terrifying.

"Brother, why don't you just watch?"

"Stick, Brother Stick."

"spread."

If it was only to the extent just now, Yang Lin was confident that he could still rescue Chen Muyu before he was beaten to death with the stick.

The nerves of everyone around were tense to the extreme, especially Zhang Yuling and others, who were ready to rescue at any time.

Chen Muyu had been on guard for a long time and turned around to run away.

It felt like facing a vicious dog, for fear of being bitten by it.

"Are you OK?"

In a blink of an eye, he brought Chen Muyu to a mountain top thousands of miles away.

Before he got up from the ground, there was another pain that went deep into his soul. Needless to say, the stick hit his back again.

Everyone didn't dare to be careless, they had already made up a picture in their minds.

"boom!"

Yang Lin hesitated for a while, "You go and try, I will take care of you."

After being hit on the back, Yang Lin was directly sent flying.

Hu Tiehan and the others, were they chased and beaten by this stick, and finally forced to blow themselves up?

It is refusing.

It seems that there is no way to do this, and someone has to try it.

Don't look at it at all, the back is definitely ripped apart.

Looking around vigilantly, Chen Muyu touched his head, face, hands and feet, and was relieved that they were still intact.

Just at this moment, Yang Lin had retreated far away, actively avoiding the stick.

"Whoosh."

Chen Muyu exhaled a long breath, feeling like he had escaped from death.

"oops!"

Chen Muyu swallowed hard, for fear of angering the stick, since the treasure has spirits, let's negotiate with it, "Brother stick, let's talk if we have something to say, my name is Chen Muyu, the little disciple of Ji Dao, it is it Let me come to you, I don't intend to offend you, if you have any complaints, why don't you talk to my master?"

As soon as Chen Muyu was caught, Yang Lin wanted to take him to escape again.

I can't even surrender, can you surrender?
However, if this was really left to him by the master, maybe he can really subdue it, after all, treasures have spirits.

With a click of the stick, it stopped directly in front of Chen Muyu, and the tip of the stick pointed at the center of Chen Muyu's eyebrows.

"Go ahead."

"Grass."

With a bang, Chen Muyu was directly sent flying.

It hurts so much.

"Snapped!"

Yang Lin's face twitched slightly, as if he couldn't think of any other way besides just watching.

not good.

Chen Muyu chanted repeatedly, as if he wanted to tell the stick in front of him, I am a disciple of Ji Dao, and you were given to me by Ji Dao.

At this moment, he was very nervous.

Chen Muyu said, "I feel that this should be the treasure left to me by Master, maybe I can subdue him."

"Walk."

What nonsense.

Obviously, it wasn't for Chen Muyu to grab it, otherwise it wouldn't be pointing at him with a stick.

"Brother!"

Probably.

Even he was injured by this stick, let alone others.

"Brother, you can take care of it."

As soon as Yang Lin finished asking, his face suddenly changed, because he saw a stick appearing out of nowhere in the void behind Chen Muyu.

Yang Lin was standing two steps away from him, and he was also tense at the moment.

Extreme Dao disciples are nothing, but the one just now was also an Extreme Dao disciple, isn't it just as good?
When Chen Muyu's hand touched the handle of the stick, the stick shook like a sensitive little girl, and a force directly swung Chen Muyu's hand away.

And just when the stick was about to fall, Chen Muyu felt a force coming from the side, directly wrapping him away.

It's Yang Lin.

"Master bless, master bless."

When he came in front of the stick, Chen Muyu's nose was sweating a little, his nerves were tense, and he stared at the stick intently, not even daring to blink his eyes.

"How about I try it?"

Chen Muyu didn't reply, but his hand was already slowly grabbing the stick.

Chen Muyu asked for opinions. To be honest, he was also worried. The moment Yang Lin was knocked just now is still vivid in his memory.

This blow missed Chen Muyu, but hit Yang Lin.

Yang Lin was a strong man in the early stages of the Dao Realm, but he only hit his arm. If he hit his head, he wouldn't blow his head off.

Chen Muyu was taken aback by this scene, just like Yang Lin.

But his speed was unmatched, just before he had time to turn around, the stick was already on his shoulder.

Chen Muyu reminded her with a trembling voice.

Chen Muyu turned pale with shock, feeling that he was locked by a terrifying force, and it was difficult to get out.

The pain was so great that Chen Muyu was unable to fly into the air, and fell directly from the top of the mountain, crashing into the valley at the foot of the mountain.

"Buzz!"

For a long time, no one moved, and their eyes were fixed on the stick.

"Brother Stick, it's okay, it's okay."

"call."

Yang Lin was blown away, and he didn't know what the situation was. Chen Muyu lost his protection. It was like being pointed at the head with a gun, and he was extremely nervous.

After the stick hit his hand successfully, it flew back immediately, and inserted it back into its original place with a yo.

Yang Lin made a timely move.

It hurts, it really hurts.

With Yang Lin's approval, Chen Muyu regained his composure and walked towards the stick.

The stick flew up with a whoosh, and it was directly drawn towards Chen Muyu.

Everyone looked at this scene, and they didn't dare to act rashly.

Not to mention the automatic beating, it actually hurt Yang Lin's body.

It was good not to speak, but after speaking, the stick seemed to be more energetic, and it directly slammed towards Chen Muyu again.

After a while, Yang Lin condensed his arms again, and walked over cautiously to test it out. Seeing that the stick didn't hit him anymore, he felt relieved and told everyone to stay away.

Chen Muyu cried out in pain.

But the louder Chen Muyu yelled, the more joyful the beating with the stick seemed to be, one stick after another, until the end of the blowing, his back was pumping.

Wow yell.

In my memory, when I was a child, I went to other people's houses to steal sweet potatoes with my friends, and my father caught me like this and beat me up.

The stick was pulled down one after another, at first Chen Muyu was able to climb two steps and shout twice, but then there was only moaning and crying left.