Mu Yun's heart was shocked. From the time the old man slid down the waterfall, he focused his attention on the old man. He looked ordinary. If he was the old man next door, there would definitely be someone who believed him, but does the grandfather next door have such good skills?

In the eyes of ordinary people, the waterfall is still very powerful in the eyes of the old man, like a toy, like a slide for a child. The old man landed calmly on the ground, his coarse cloth clothes were clean without any wet marks.

Mu Yun has this confidence that he can slide down the waterfall, but he can ensure that he can be as relaxed and comfortable as an old man, without wetting his clothes.

As soon as the old man landed, he had to teach him before he could say a word. His aura became sharp, sharp, and powerful.

This is the oppression of momentum.

However, the old man did not do his best. Mu Yun had felt the breath of the black dragon, which was far stronger than the old man.

"Master..." He looked at the old man nervously, and looked at Mu Yun again, as if he was worried about something. However, he was grabbed by King Jing. King Jing shook his head and signaled him not to be impulsive.

"Hmph..." The old man was a little surprised. The young man in front of him could even show a light and light look at him at 20% of his aura, which was indeed beyond his expectations. He snorted heavily, and the momentum on his body became more and more fierce. The heartbroken water and King Jing quickly retreated. In the eyes of both of them, the vitality of heaven and earth around the old man changed, and turned into sharp arrows.

Sure enough, Mu Yun's face turned red and hissing... With a sound, his immortal cultivation suit became riddled with holes and was ragged, and the exposed skin showed a red color. Mu Yun endured the severe pain. This was the majesty of the king. With his own momentum, the heaven and earth's vitality automatically attacked.[

He was in a state of pain, as if millions of needle tips were pricking him.

"Huh..." The old man became more and more surprised. His aura had increased to 50%. At this level, even the powerful Venerable of the Earth could resist. Unless the powerful half-step golden elixir could barely resist, but Mu Yun resisted it. Although it was a bit difficult, he actually resisted it. "Little guy is good..." The old man glanced at Mu Yun with approval.

Mu Yun suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but in an instant, the momentum of the old man changed again. He couldn't even see the old man clearly. In his eyes, the places he touched with the soul were sharp arrows, big and small, long and short. The old man disappeared and he was in a world of sharp arrows.

Suddenly, these sharp arrows shot towards him, as if they were going to destroy him. Thudding... I took several steps back continuously, my throat became sweet, and a smell of blood spread in my mouth, flowing out along the corner of my mouth.

"Okay! Seventy percent of you are resisting. You little guy really makes the old man like you more and more." The old man's laughter came into Mu Yun's ears, and he felt something was wrong. As expected, the next moment he felt the stinging pain in the soul, and then he fell into a coma. Even though he was in a coma, he felt that he was shot by several sharp arrows, and blood was gushing all over his body, as if he was about to die.

In the realm of fate, Mu Yun's soul was a little weak. He opened his eyes and saw the Fate Elf staring at him with a smile: "You are still a little weak!"

I wanted to get the comfort of Xiaoshengzhi, but I didn't expect that I would get such a sentence. Mu Yun was silent for two minutes, muttering in his heart how he met such a friend? "That's the momentum of a king. Do you think it's from a cat or a dog?" Mu Yun snorted angrily and said, "Fortunately, I have the [Hell Reincarnation Art], so I resisted it. Otherwise, I would have fallen into a coma at the beginning."

"That's because you are too weak. If you are stronger and use your momentum to counterattack the old guy, then there will be a good show!" The Elf of the Fate Skill hummed.

"You just stand and talk without hurting your waist!" Mu Yun glanced at the life elves coldly and said angrily: "If you have the ability, you will tell me before you talk about it. You will know how to brag all day long. If you don't brag, can you die?"

"Get out!" Perhaps because of the pain of the Fate Spirit, this guy threw Mu Yun's consciousness out of the realm of fate.

"Ouch..." Mu Yun screamed, woke up, feeling uncomfortable all over his body.

"Awakened? Finally woke up..." The broken heart-breaking water breathed a sigh of relief and asked with concern: "Mu Yun, are you okay?"

"It hurts!" Mu Yun screamed, looked at the heart-breaking water, and said sadly: "Your master is too cruel, right? He is a king! A king, it's not a cat or a dog. Once that momentum comes out, can a guy like me with a low level resist it?"

He smiled embarrassedly: "That's what my master is, you... don't bother with him."

"I..." Mu Yun wanted to say that I was trying to care, but then he thought that he was the king. He was taught a lesson without doing anything. If he did something unpleasant to others, he wouldn't have to peel him off? Nai said: "Well, how long have I been in a coma?"[

"Soon, one hour." Shun Shuai Shuo sighed and exclaimed: "I have to say that your tolerance is strong. You are the one I have ever seen who can withstand the attack of my master's aura for the longest time. Of course, it is in the Venerable of the Earth."

"Is that right?" Mu Yun smiled in his heart, and then he couldn't laugh anymore. After all, he was at a disadvantage. He nodded in his heart.

"Is the little guy awake? When he wakes up, get out and talk. He is not a big girl and a little wife. Do you dare to see anyone while hiding in the house?" The old man's rude voice came from outside the wooden house. He looked at Mu Yun awkwardly, and hesitated and said, "You'd better do what my master said, otherwise..."

Before the heartbreaking water was finished, the wooden door was suddenly opened, and a silver light flashed, and a joke... Mu Yun was stunned. When he realized it, he was amused and laughed. It was not the old man who beat him, but the clean water that the old man scooped from the small pool. Not only did he get beaten, but he also took a shower. Mu Yun really understood what the heartbreaking water had just said.

He looked at the water droplets on his body and smiled bitterly, "You... take care of yourself!" After that, he rushed out of the wooden house as if he was running away, fearing that he would suffer from the fish pond disaster with Mu Yun.

Mu Yun also rushed out of the wooden house and saw the heartbroken water rushing out of the valley. King Jing was gone, and his face instantly collapsed. He was the only one who was left in the valley.

"Little guy, look at you with a sad face, is it that the old guy annoys you? But there is no way for you to annoy the old guy. That little guy has sold you to the old guy. Unless the old guy has played enough, you can't get out of this valley." The old man's words made Mu Yun's heart sink to the bottom of the valley, and he wanted to pull King Jing over and beat him up and sell him? It's too much, right? How could this be asked the old guy to guide him in the sharp shooting technique? This is obviously a toy for the old guy...

"Hehe... Little guy, the expression on your face makes the old guy very unhappy!" The old man smiled strangely, and Mu Yun immediately called him up, but it was still too late.

Papa... The old man didn't take action, his pretty face turned into a pig's face, and his eyes could only see the old man's smug smile through a crack.

"Haha...this is right! That's how it looks good!" The old man was extremely proud, which made Mu Yun feel so angry that he was really powerful that he couldn't beat him.

"Are you very angry now? It doesn't matter, you can fight back! The old guy is very fair. If the old guy hits you, you can also hit the old guy..." Looking at the old guy's fair and strict look, Mu Yun felt so angry: "If I could beat you, I would have beaten you to a pig's head long ago."

"Okay! OK! OK!" The old man suddenly called three good things in a row and said with a smile: "Young people nowadays are really amazing! The virtue of respecting the elderly is so good, you can't fight back if you scold them, and you can't fight back if you hit them! Since that's the case, that's the old guy, you're not polite!"

Swish! A silver light flashed, Mu Yun felt a strong danger approaching, and his body crackled and crisply. He bent down and rushed forward. He just felt a cold current passing by his scalp, and a loud bang. A big tree behind him, which was held by one person, exploded into powder, and his scalp suddenly became numb.

"Murder, this is murder!" Mu Yun screamed in his heart, but before he could think about it, he hid again because silver lights rushed towards him.

"Haha... It's really good! I'm hiding so well, little guy, you're such a living target!" The old guy laughed happily and said, "Are you really not fighting back? That old guy is not polite!"

Mu Yun saw that the old man had no movement, but silver lights kept attacking him. Although he had avoided him, there was a mess behind him. The old man was willing to blow up his wooden house and still shouted loudly.

"No! You must fight back!"

Mu Yun knew that it was not a solution to avoid it, so he snorted coldly and took out the purple divine bow. His hand speed was as fast as lightning. Purple divine arrows flew out, colliding with the silver light, making an explosion.

Suddenly, bursts of violent explosions broke out in the valley, and the heartbreaking water that rushed out of the valley stopped. He looked at the valley, and looked unbearable. He wanted to go back and persuade the master, but he did not take such a step. The old man was having fun. He went to sweep the old man's interest. What should he do if the old man taught him a lesson?

After thinking about it, I still think about my own safety. I turned around and went to find King Jing like I was flying, leaving Mu Yun alone to endure the cruelty of the old man.

"Okay!" the old man shouted, his silver light did not diminish, but his power was gradually increasing. In desperation, Mu Yun could only increase the power of the purple magic arrow.

But soon, his heart sank to the bottom. According to the old man's shooting method, he couldn't hold on for long. If he couldn't hold on, the old man would let him go? Thinking of his miserable end, Mu Yun hated King Jing so much that he was itchy.
Chapter completed!