The world's first loose repair

Chapter 117 One move to win

Chen Fengmu is very confident in his own strength.

As the direct grandson of the suzerain, although he only started to formally practice at the age of 22, he has entered the middle stage of Concentration in just one and a half years.Among them, the suzerain's grandfather is of course credited, but his hard work and talent are also obvious to all.

The first realm of practice is the realm of nourishing qi, which is to guide the vitality of the heavens and the earth to temper the body.The weather vitality is violent and full of vitality. In order to ensure that the body can withstand the tempering of the weather vitality, the monks in Zhongzhou mainland usually start to formally practice at the age of 16 to 20.Chen Fengmu started practicing at the age of 22. Although it is a bit late, he is very strong.

At least in the entire sect, among the disciples in the concentration state, he has never lost a single defeat!
Hearing Chen Fengmu's proposal, Mu Ye just pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Zongmen disciples thought it was unreasonable. In other words, they thought they were the embodiment of justice, and they were the embodiment of 'reason'.So if you want them to accept your ideas, you can only beat them down with your fists and tell them that my fist is bigger than yours, then they will naturally feel that you are reasonable.

To deal with unreasonable guys, you must use more brutal methods.If you reason with them, it is often mistaken for cowardice.For Zongmen, fists are the truth.Just like the sect behind Chen Fengmu, coming to the wild city is killing people; going to the goblin clan is negotiating.

As for the outcome, Mu Ye, who was holding a blue ice sword and wearing a unicorn armor, really didn't care.Moreover, the current Mu Ye is already a monk in the late stage of Concentration Realm, and his realm is much higher than Chen Fengmu's.

In Chen Fengmu's mind, this was a fight without any suspense.

In Mu Ye's heart, this was also a battle without any suspense.

The rain slowed down.This spring rain came and went quickly, and the sky cleared up soon.After being hit by the rain, the air is cleaner, almost reflecting the soul of a person.Chen Fengmu raised his chin slightly, signaling for Mu Ye to go to the arena to compete in fighting skills.

Mu Ye nodded, and closed the door expressionlessly.With Huo Guang and Mu Li, he walked towards the ring.

The street in front of the gate is called Dongcheng Street, and it is on the easternmost side of the main city of the Wild City.Quiet amidst the hustle and bustle, the environment is quiet.There are no shops in the whole street, and there are few houses. There is only a wide arena at the end of the north side.However, due to the lack of people on the street, even if they were fighting, there would not be any spectators.What's more, there has just been a spring rain in the wild city, and most people are taking a nap at home or chatting in teahouses.

Walking onto the ring calmly, Mu Ye looked at the confident Chen Fengmu opposite, without much expression on his face.Although it is only a late-stage cultivation of Concentration Realm, Mu Ye's fighting skills experience is quite rich along the way, and they are all life-and-death fights, unlike the competitions of sect disciples, which are limited to the end.Therefore, against Chen Fengmu, Mu Ye was very confident.

Turning his right foot on the bluestone slab, he rubbed off the moss under his foot, and an unpredictable smile flashed across Mu Ye's face.

Seeing the smile on Mu Ye's face, Chen Fengmu, the handsome and handsome disciple of the noble sect in white clothes, raised his mouth slightly, and wanted to give a victory speech in advance to dampen the opponent's momentum.

But it's a pity that Mu Ye didn't have such an elegant mood.

Before Chen Fengmu's vermilion lips parted lightly, a burst of brilliant blue light suddenly lit up behind Mu Ye, and then thousands of sword shadows cut through the air after the rain, rushing towards Chen Fengmu overwhelmingly.

Blue ice sword, illusion technique!
Obviously, Mu Ye didn't want to spend too much time in this boring fight.

The sword is like a rainbow, swallowing the world with anger!
Chen Fengmu's face changed slightly, and then drastically, the smile at the corner of his mouth froze in the blue sword shadow.In his cognition, there has never been a cultivator in the concentration state who can swing such an earth-shattering sword.He can even be sure that even when his grandfather was young, it was impossible for him to have such power.Such a flying sword is enough to split a hill!
But if it's just Feijian's own power, he still has the confidence to resist it.But feeling the faint power of law from the tens of thousands of sword shadows, Chen Fengmu has lost the idea of ​​​​resisting.That is a top-grade magic weapon with the power of law, and the power of law transmitted from the blue flying sword can even slow down the mind of a monk.

Although he is the suzerain's grandson, his realm is too low. Even if his grandfather wants to give him a top-rank magic weapon, he doesn't have the ability to use it.

Chen Fengmu's face was pale, even whiter than the white robe on his body.The opponent just made a move, and they have already taken the victory into their pockets.Looking at Mu Ye with a relaxed face, this incomparably noble young master suddenly understood.It turns out that during the sect competition, the brothers fought for [-] rounds, and finally won profusely in sweat. This is really a nonsense and stupid thing.

In a real fighting method, the victory or defeat is only a moment away, and even one move can separate life and death.

Sighing softly, the expression on Chen Fengmu's face fluctuated, and in the end he didn't call out any magic weapon.

Tens of thousands of blue sword shadows rushed to Chen Fengmu like lightning, and then the sword shadows paused slightly, revealing the blue ice sword itself.At this moment, the icy sword was only three feet away from Chen Fengmu, and the cold air emanating from the sword tip made the hairs on Chen Fengmu's body stand on end.Although the flying sword had stopped moving, its power continued unabated.

A high-grade flying sword of ice attribute.Chen Fengmu sighed softly, and there was a faint burning in his eyes.But soon, this elegant monk in white turned the scorching heat into unwillingness and shock.

"Admit defeat?" Mu Ye asked calmly.At the same time, the Lan Bingjian let out a clear sword chant sound very cooperatively, and moved the sword forward one foot towards Chen Fengmu.

Chen Fengmu closed his eyes, his tone was low and full of helplessness, and he slowly uttered three words: "I admit defeat."

With a "chuckle", Lan Bingjian quickly returned to Mu Ye's side, hovering around him like a well-behaved cat.But Mu Ye shrugged and reminded: "Since you admit defeat, don't forget the promise just now, and don't bother Li Xuanyi and me in the future. Although you are rarely reasonable, I think the most basic face is always needed." Bar."

Chen Fengmu looked a little sad, and nodded with difficulty.

After jumping off the ring, Mu Ye patted the gray cotton robe on his body, as if he was flicking off the dust left by some unknown creatures.But in fact, Mu Ye's action was more like throwing cannon fodder, Chen Fengmu, who hadn't made a move yet.

Chen Fengmu, who has always been good at all kinds of associations, looked even more ugly.The modesty and respect that he had put on at the beginning seemed to have been completely washed away by the spring rain!

(End of this chapter)