Super Martial God

Because of the blockade of the whirling moye, neither the fairy palace nor the Wuji Taoist court knew the stop between Mr. long and Fanzi.

These two forces still hold Mr. Long's accomplishments in nine eras.

This is also the root of Xiao Moyang's indifference to Mr. long.

A Taoist God who has practiced for nine eras is really nothing to the fairy palace.

"Are you Mr. long?"

Xiao Moyang stood on the second floor, overlooking Lin Mu Dao.

Behind him, Yasheng Li Zhe was closing his eyes and recuperating, as if he didn't care about everything outside.

"Xiao Moyang!"

Hong Feng's face was slightly heavy.

Now, with the help of peach blossom wine, his cultivation has also been promoted to seven eras, and his dignity has increased by a few points. It looks no worse than Xiao Moyang.

"Fairy Ye has an old relationship with Mr. long. It seems inappropriate for you to do so?"

Although Xiao Moyang has a strong background, Hong Feng is not afraid at all.

Because Hong Feng knows very well that Lin Mu is not Mr. long at all. It's nothing to offend the fairy palace. It's a big deal. He hides in the baby world with Lin Mu.

Besides, these people can cope with Lin Mu's own strength, so he has nothing to worry about.

"Wrong?"

Although Xiao Moyang is very polite to Qin Chuwei and others, it is because the background of Qin Chuwei and others is not inferior to him, but he doesn't pay attention to Hong Feng, an indefinite City snake with no background.

Immediately he sneered, "what can you accuse me of doing?"

"The fairy spirit of the fairy palace is your quality?"

The flood peaks contend with each other.

"Presumptuous!"

Xiao Moyang's eyes burst with cold light, "who gave you the courage to challenge the majesty of our fairy palace?"

"Scold me in my Hongfeng's territory. I want to ask you if you have a problem in your mind?"

Hong Feng has manipulated the two major forces of the night camp and the hongqingmen in the past year. He is the real leader. How can he tolerate Xiao Moyang's attitude.

"OK, OK."

Xiao Moyang smiled angrily. "Now I finally know what a frog at the bottom of a well is. I think being a local overlord in a small place like Wuding city can ignore my fairy palace?"

"If you want to die, I don't mind helping you!"

"Pretend not to come here and go back to your fairy palace."

Hong Feng disdains Tao.

"Die!"

Xiao Moyang was completely angered and slapped Hong Feng.

Before his palm strength approached the flood peak, Lin Mu sent out an invisible wave, and his palm strength was dissolved in the blink of an eye.

"Huh?"

This scene surprised Xiao Moyang.

Li Zhe behind him also opened his eyes and showed a different color in his pupils.

It seems that Mr. long can defuse Xiao Moyang's attack so easily. He is not an ordinary Taoist God in nine eras.

"The master you take refuge in has some skills. No wonder you dare to be so rampant."

Then the cold light in Xiao Moyang's eyes was stronger, "I'll give you two one last chance, kneel down and apologize immediately, and I'll spare your life."

However, Lin Mu ignored him, but looked at Li Zhe: "the disciples taught by your fairy Palace are really at this level?"

Li Zhe frowned slightly, and then said coldly, "it's not your turn for me to act in the fairy palace. I don't want you to kneel down and make amends. Leave here immediately. I can treat today as if it didn't happen."

At ordinary times, he doesn't care about a Taoist God who has cultivated for nine eras, but now the situation is complex. He is not the only Asian saint in this uncertain City, so he can only restrain one or two.

Lin Mu's face showed a trace of doubt.

By this time, he had noticed something unusual.

According to reason, he had fought with Fanqi and showed the strength of Yasheng. The people in the fairy palace had no reason to treat him with this attitude.

In a moment, Lin Mu judged that the people in Xiangong and Wuji Taoist court might not know that he was a saint. Only in this way can we explain Li Zhe's cold and arrogant attitude.

This is someone who deliberately wants him to conflict with forces such as Xiangong and Wuji Taoist court!

A year ago, he would have scruples and restrained his edge, so as not to be shot.

But now, there is no need.

Because now he has condensed his blood, and his strength is not what it used to be.

However, Lin Mu also kept his mind. Now he just needs to show the strength of Yasheng. When the fairy earth debris comes, he will try his best to catch everyone by surprise.

I believe that even those in Xiangong and Wuji Daoting will not think that he still hides deeper power after revealing the strength of Yasheng.

"That's what I said. As long as you leave the brilliant restaurant now, I'll take it as if today didn't happen."

Immediately, Lin Mu shook his head lightly.

"It seems that Mr. long wants a toast instead of a penalty?"

Li Zhe's face sank. In his opinion, Mr. long undoubtedly advanced an inch.

"Li Zhe, if you want to be polite to such shameless people, it's better to suppress them immediately."

Xiao Moyang has lost patience.

"Whatever!"

Li Zhe sighed that it is important to maintain stability, but the majesty of the fairy Palace should not be offended.

He is a noble Asian saint. If he is patient after being provoked by a Taoist God who has cultivated for nine eras, he will really lose his face.

Buzz!

The next moment, Li Zhe disappeared.

Almost at the same time, a sharp sword came out of the air and stabbed Lin Mu's throat.

Dang!

Lin Mu didn't use DAO blood and pointed to it as a sword. He fought with Li Zhe with his original strength. His fingers and the sharp sword collided instantly.

The fire spattered, and there were faint white marks on Lin Mu's fingers.

But Li Zhe's sword had a crack and was shaken back.

Tengteng

Li Zhe's figure appeared again. He stepped back more than ten steps and looked at Lin Mu strangely: "your accomplishments are not nine eras, but ten eras. You are a saint!"

The fact that Mr. long, like him, is a saint of Asia and a little better than him, is really beyond his expectation.

Thinking about his superior attitude in front of Mr. long, Li Zhe almost had the impulse to find a ground to drill in.

"Yasheng!"

Xiao Moyang's face was suddenly green and white.

He, a Taoist God who has been practicing for eight centuries, pretended to force for a long time in front of an Asian saint. Just think about it, he soon became a laughing stock in the world.

Qin Chuwei was also surprised.

Although she was very polite to Mr. long before, she just didn't want to add enemies for herself. In fact, she didn't pay much attention to Mr. long in her heart.

But now, Mr. long is Yasheng, which makes her eyes really dignified.

Lin Mu glanced around and lost his hands behind his back. He said faintly, "I don't care where you come from or who you are. Please remember, indefinite city is my territory."

"Here, it's the tiger you lie on my stomach and the dragon you coil for me!"

Hearing this, Xiao Moyang almost vomited blood, because this was his evaluation of Mr. long not long ago. Obviously, the other party completely changed to him.