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Qin Wanhong was born with a Taoist body, and the sect spent a huge amount of financial and material resources to cultivate it. In the past twenty-six and seven years, she has reached the peak of the Golden Core Realm and has the qualifications to attack the Nascent Soul Realm.

But this young man grew up in the secular world. The secular environment is so harsh. No matter how outstanding a genius is, it is impossible for him to cultivate to the Nascent Soul realm at such a young age.

"Bang!"

The old man roared and shook violently.

Chen Muyu flew into the air, like a leaf, and landed steadily five meters away.

The old man stood up, his face was gray, his hair was disheveled, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

There is a shoe mark on both sides of the face, but there is no trace of the previous grace.

"You, who are you?"

The old man covered his chest and looked at Chen Muyu defensively. The operation just now had already caused him internal injuries.

Chen Muyu looked at him indifferently, "Old man, are you happy?"

The old man coughed and took a breath, "This is a grudge between my Ba Dao Sect and Qifeng Valley. Why did fellow Taoist intervene?"

Chen Muyu frowned, "I don't care about the grievances between your families and valleys. If you dare to attack my father, this reason is enough for you to die a thousand times!"

If he didn't want his father to see him killing people, the old man might have died just now.

"Your dad?"

The old man was stunned and a little confused.

He didn't think about anything else at all. Now he just thought that Chen Muyu was an old monster who looked young.

He was even thinking about who he had offended before, and it might be the father of the strong man in front of him.

"What is your name? Which sect?" the old man asked directly.

"So much nonsense!"

Chen Muyu looked at him disdainfully, "There are too many people here, so it's not convenient to do anything. I don't think you can do it. Let's find a place to practice?"

The old man frowned slightly, then nodded, "That's exactly what I meant!"

"Okay, I have a manor outside the city, let's go there and try..."

After that, the old man had no objection and followed Chen Muyu into the sky, straight into the sky, and disappeared in an instant.

Everyone looked up and couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

"Jianzhong, is he your son?"

After a long while, Qin Wanhong came back to her senses and asked Chen Jianzhong next to her.

"yes!"

Chen Jianzhong nodded subconsciously, and then said worriedly, "Is Xiaoyu going to be okay?"

"probably not!"

Qin Wanhong shook her head, but smiled bitterly.

Unexpectedly, this little guy has been hiding his clumsiness. His strength is obviously better than his own. No wonder he refused without thinking when he asked him if he wanted to go to Kunlun with him that day.

A Nascent Soul Realm powerhouse in his twenties is unique in Kunlun, right?

Maybe he doesn't like Kunlun at all.

"No, I have to find him!" Chen Jianzhong was very panicked, fearing that something would happen to Chen Muyu.

"Jianzhong, don't worry..."

Qin Wanhong was about to say something when she saw a black spot flash in the sky, and then a figure landed in front of them.

It's Chen Muyu!

"So fast?"

Qin Wanhong looked at Chen Muyu in astonishment.

Have you been walking for two minutes and the fight is over?

Chen Muyu spread his hands and said, "That old guy is such a thief. He didn't pay attention on the way. He made a false shot and walked away. Humph, he really has no martial ethics!"

Qin Wanhong couldn't laugh or cry, could such a thing happen?

Chen Muyu was also speechless. He was planning to go to Calabash Villa and take care of the old man. Unexpectedly, the old man turned around and ran away. He reacted and chased for a while but failed to catch up. He completely disappeared.

Thinking that the old man was back, Chen Muyu hurried back to take a look.

What's going on with this damn thing?

It's really depressing.

"Forget it, just be fine!"

Chen Jianzhong didn't care who ran away or not, as long as Chen Muyu was fine.

"Master, this kid wants to run away!"

At this time, a clear voice sounded, and Qin Wanhong, the young disciple, threw a bearded man who was twice her size in front of everyone.

"Spare your life, senior, spare your life!"

The big man quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

It was the nephew of the old man who was fucked by Chen Muyu earlier and suffered some injuries. He just saw his uncle running away, so he thought something was wrong and wanted to walk quietly. Unexpectedly, He Xiaoyan saw him and had a fight at the entrance of the village. , he was arrested directly without being beaten.

It was really unlucky.

He was more than two meters tall, even taller than He Xiaoyan when he was kneeling on the ground. He was so muscular that when he kowtowed, he was really fierce. He was such a strong man and cried so hard that he screamed.

"Aunt Hong, you handle it!" Chen Muyu said directly.

Qin Wanhong hesitated, and Chen Muyu asked her to handle it. She was a little embarrassed.

"Xiaoyan, take him in and lock him up in the backyard first!" Qin Wanhong gave the order after hesitating.

"yes!"

He Xiaoyan responded, and without saying a word, she stepped forward, twisted the young man's ears, and dragged him directly into the yard.

"Do you want to report to the official?" Dad was still thinking about reporting to the official.

Chen Muyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Dad, don't worry about this matter. Let the third master handle it later!"

Chen Jianzhong nodded and said nothing.

There should be no use in reporting this matter to the official, right?

It is indeed of no use. Even if this matter needs to be dealt with, the Wushu Association must come.

When it comes to Kunlun's martial arts forces, I'm afraid it's not convenient for the Wushu Association to deal with it, so it's better to resolve it privately.

…

In the front yard, Qin Hong was still meditating there. The movement outside just now didn't seem to affect him.

Chen Muyu calmed down Chen Jianzhong's anger. He had just been frightened. If he didn't groom him to calm his anger and blood, he might get sick.

"Xiaoyu, you..."

Qin Wanhong was sitting next to her. She wanted to ask something, but she didn't know where to start and stopped talking.

"What do Aunt Hong want to ask?" Chen Muyu asked.

Qin Wanhong said, "With your cultivation, you are probably at the Nascent Soul realm, right?"

Chen Muyu didn't deny it, just nodded, "It was just a breakthrough not long ago."

really!

If he wasn't in the Nascent Soul realm, how could he possibly scare the old man away?

"Can I ask how you got this level of cultivation?" Although I know it's not polite to ask about these things in the cultivation world, I'm really curious.

A Nascent Soul Realm powerhouse in his twenties, if word of this spreads, I am afraid it will shock a lot of so-called geniuses in Kunlun.

Chen Muyu said, "Senior sister helped me improve my skills and helped me overcome the disaster. That's it, I'm here to improve myself!"

"oh?"

Qin Wanhong was extremely surprised. It was understandable that she would help improve her skills, but it was a bit incredible for these people to overcome the tribulation, right?

You know, it's a thunderstorm. Who dares to help carry it? If the catastrophe changes, they will all die together.

"Can I ask, who is your master? Who is your master, and what is your senior sister's name?" Qin Wanhong asked again.

Chen Muyu said, "I am a master who is a hermit. My surname is Chen, but I am not sure what the given name is. My senior sister's name is Yao Guang. If you had come a few days earlier, you could still see her..."

"Yao Guang?"

Qin Wanhong secretly wrote down this name, so she would have to inquire about it after returning to Kunlun.