The world's first loose repair

Chapter 6 You Have Immortal Art, I Have Iron Fist

In the morning, Mu Ye beat Zhao Fu up. Although he saved some strength, the strength was not too small.Zhao Fu was just an ordinary person, and he would have to lie down for at least three or five days under Mu Ye's fists.But now it seems that Zhao Fulong is more energetic than when he first came to make trouble in the morning.

Mu Ye was stunned for a moment, then shifted his gaze to the person behind Zhao Fu.

The man looked 25 or [-] years old, average in appearance, and a bit bloated, somewhat similar to Zhao Fu. He carried a three-foot-long dark iron sword on his back, no different from an ordinary monk.But a pair of eyebrows are very thick, as black as the ghost iron ore that has just been mined from the mountain, which can leave a deep impression on people at a glance.

Could it be Zhao Fu's distant cousin who couldn't be further away?Mu Ye thought in his heart.

Sure enough, as soon as Mu Ye's thoughts moved, Zhao Fu yelled arrogantly: "Mu Ye, you little bastard, do you know who the person behind me is? He is my cousin Zhao Xiang. You have stepped into the state of concentration and become the direct disciple of Tianlanzong. You bastard, you dare to hit me. If I don’t smash your shop today and kill your whole family, I will kneel at the door of this shop for you and call You sound like an old man!"

"A monk who just stepped into the Concentration Realm last month?" Mu Ye smiled, and ignored Zhao Fu, who was worried, and turned to Zhao Xiang, "Are you here to avenge your cousin?"

"Revenge for him?" Zhao Xiang glanced at Zhao Fu, and said with a little distaste: "I have already wasted one Qi Recovery Pill this morning, and I have no interest in avenging this waste. But Zhao Fu is doing things for Senior Sister Su Yes, if you hit him, it's like hitting Senior Sister Su. Senior Sister Su is a lot of adults, so I don't care. But as a junior, I can't turn a blind eye.

"Senior Sister Su? You mean Miss Su Cen?" Mu Ye asked.

"That's right, it's Senior Sister Su Cen. Her cultivation level is far superior to mine, so I call her Senior Sister, of course. Besides, she and I are both from Los Angeles, and the friendship of the same family is stronger than others. This time I will go home with her to visit relatives, But such a disappointing thing happened, I naturally have to take care of it." Zhao Xiang said righteously.

"After all, I still want to smash my shop." Mu Ye sighed, not caring about the expressions of Zhao Fu and Zhao Xiang at all: "If you have the ability, then come and smash it, anyway, this kind of trivial matter , the law enforcement team will not care."

Mu Ye's tone made Zhao Xiang frown.Obviously, this 17-year-old brat didn't take his threat seriously, which made Zhao Xiang very uncomfortable.However, this bloated guy just stepped into the Concentration Realm last month, and wanted to show some extravagant demeanor, so he resisted the urge to hit someone in his heart, and said coldly: "I'll give you one last chance, kneel down and admit your mistake, Hand over the deed of the shop again, and I will be the master once more, and let you go."

Mu Ye smiled, but didn't make a sound.

Cultivators in the Qi Cultivation Realm practice the physical body.Therefore, monks in this realm have very strong physical strength, even ten times stronger than ordinary people.Moreover, the physical body's ability to resist blows is far beyond that of ordinary people.

As for the monks in the state of concentration, what they practice is their mind.The solidification of the mind and the control of things by the gods are the signs of the monks in the state of concentration.Therefore, monks in this realm basically gave up physical fighting and liked to use magic weapons to show their personal strength.

However, Zhao Xiang only stepped into the state of concentration last month, if he wants to use magic weapons, he must be very reluctant.And if it's a physical fight, Mu Ye is not afraid of him, Zhao Xiang.

What Mu Ye practiced was "Shangqing Dadongjue", one of the most powerful magic formulas in the world, the existence of Wupin.And the formulas practiced by the Tianlan sect are only the sixth grade formulas, not to mention insignificant disciples like Zhao Xiang.So even though Mu Ye has only practiced for half a month, he is confident that even if his physical strength is not as good as Zhao Xiang's, it will not be far behind, at least he has a fight.

As for the magic weapon, Zhao Xiang has just stepped into the state of concentration, and absolutely does not have the strength to control the magic weapon against the enemy.

Mu Ye was thinking about the difference in strength between the two sides, but Zhao Xiang, who was on the opposite side, couldn't help it.

It is a shame and a shame that a 17-year-old brat dares to ignore his majestic great monk, especially when standing in front of him is a distant cousin who is known for his 'big mouth'.If this matter spreads, he, Zhao Xiang, will definitely lose face.

So Zhao Xiang's brain became hot, his heart beat fast, and he shouted angrily: "Little brat, watch the sword!"

A dark iron sword that was three feet long and had many gaps in the middle of the sword slowly floated out from the scabbard on Zhao Xiang's back, and then lay across Zhao Xiang's chest, posing Vice murderous look.

Mu Ye was stunned.

Not only is there a gap on the body of this dark iron sword, but there is even a little rust on the hilt.The appearance of the whole sword is not even as good as the pork knives in Lao Wang's shop.At least the pork knife in Old Wang's hand was rust-free.

"Does Zhao Xiang want to use such a magic weapon to deal with me? Isn't this guy crazy?" Mu Ye thought in surprise.

It is completely unreasonable for a monk who has just stepped into the state of concentration to use a rusty dark iron sword against the enemy.

Looking at the dangling dark iron sword, Mu Ye doubted, not to mention taking someone's head thousands of miles away, this thing would fall off automatically before it even flew in front of him.

But Zhao Fu on the side didn't think so. As soon as he saw Zhao Xiang's flying sword unsheathed, the fat bastard immediately shouted excitedly: "Mu Ye, you little bastard, did you see it?! Did you see it?! This But Feijian, the extremely powerful Feijian! You ignorant thing, let's see how you die this time! Cousin, if you kill this little bastard, you must kill him!"

Zhao Fu's words made Zhao Xiang very useful. In order to show his strength in the concentration state, Zhao Xiang's right index finger was a little bit empty, and he softly shouted: "Go." The rusty magic weapon was flirting towards Mu Yefei go.It swayed a bit in the middle, it seems that the rust is too heavy.

But Zhao Xiang looked like he had the chance to win.With his hands behind his back, his expression was indifferent, as if he was a worldly expert.

Mu Ye was even more surprised. He had seen someone who couldn't fight, but he had never seen someone who was so stupid as to be beaten.

But since Zhao Xiang was brought in front of him, Mu Ye naturally refused to let it go.Easily dodging the listless Dark Iron Sword, Mu Ye rushed in front of Zhao Xiang and punched Zhao Xiang hard in the stomach.

Mu Ye knew in his heart that even though Zhao Xiang was not good at fighting, he was a genuine cultivator in the Concentration Realm, and his physical strength was far from comparable to that of Zhao Fu.So for this punch, Mu Ye put all his strength into it, concentrating all his strength on his right fist, the speed was fast, the strength was great, and there was a hint of wind and thunder.

Same look, same words.Zhao Xiang, an expert in the world, just like his distant cousin, suddenly squatted down clutching his stomach in pain.Beads of sweat slowly dripped down his pale face.

"Fuck, Mu Ye, you little bastard, how can you have such great strength?" Zhao Xiang, an expert in the world, whimpered.

(End of this chapter)