Mu Yang patted the back of his hand, looked at Hou Ping who was lost in the distance meaningfully, and shook the back of his hand as if provocatively, "Then, I will accept your points with a smile."

Hou Ping, who was already unable to calm down after being so excited by Mu Yang, sprayed out a mouthful of old blood again, fainted from anger, fell into the snow, and was gradually buried in the university.

Mu Yang turned around and walked away with his hands behind his back.

After being delayed by Hou Ping for a while, Mu Yang slowed down his progress. After walking not long, Mu Yang began to speed up again. Brother Dog told him that someone had entered the battlefield one after another.

The third one to enter is the Yuding Sect, and Jia Yong, the second most refining medicine, seems to be not far from Muyang.

However, this guy is the ninth level of the spiritual vein realm. Mu Yang originally planned to find Chen Lingfeng and deal with him again.

"Forget it, the Battle of Eight Directions has just begun. Even if I can defeat him, I will have to spend a lot of effort. Maybe I will be injured. It is not worth it. If someone else gets a bargain, it will be worth it. Wait first."

Anyway, it's still early, and the earliest marks of the group of people will not disappear until today's end. Mu Yang still has plenty of time.

So, he still followed the original plan and headed towards Dongfang Junyao.

However, Luo Yue and Lao Xue in the square were really sweating for Mu Yang at this moment

They are not limited by their vision, and they can clearly see their location here.

Muyang and Dongfang Junyao were almost arranged in the westernmost direction and the easternmost direction respectively.

Among them, there are many opponents, including the existence of the Spirit Wheel Realm.

If Mu Yang just rushes forward like this, he is likely to encounter trouble.

After the battle between Mu Yang and Hou Ping ended, the others did not pay much attention to Mu Yang.

They did not find that Mu Yang could accurately lock in Dongfang Junyao's position, and every step he took had its purpose.

Because the distance between them is too far, no one would have thought that Mu Yang had the ability to position others. After all, for a young boy in the spiritual vein realm, this is simply a fantasy.

They were just a little strange. Mu Yang seemed not very affected by the low temperature. His movements were quite coherent in the battle. Initially, it was probably because he used spiritual power to keep warm.

Mu Yang finally took a few spiritual pills to replenish energy, so he should not be wrong. Mu Yang only ate spiritual pills to eliminate their concerns. The secret of warming the baby is to delay some of it, and there is no need to show off for the time being.

Therefore, these masters only shifted their attention to other places that were more eye-catching.

In the woods, Mu Yang was walking, but suddenly he was stopped by the dog brother.

Brother Dog said seriously: "You wait first, we may have to change our plans."

"What's wrong?"

"I just realized that the distance between you and Dongfang Junyi is too far. Even if the contestants are distributed, they will have the possibility of encountering them. At such a long distance, I don't believe that there is no one. If you keep walking, you may encounter someone you can't deal with."

Mu Yang grabbed his scalp and said in confusion: "I know, but I'm fine if you're careful. Anyway, if you have a small motorcycle, you won't be afraid of not being able to run away."

Even the fastest Dongfang Junyao had never run past Mu Yang. In terms of speed, he didn't have to allow anyone.

But Brother Dog shook his head and pointed to the north: "There is a mark there, which is quite close to you, and unlike others, he has hardly moved much since he came in."

Mu Yang looked north and there was nothing except thick fog and trees. "Who is there?"

"It should also be from Ziyang Palace, but I forgot who it is, but it should be a guy in the eighth level of the Spiritual Vein Realm."

Mu Yang was a little surprised, "The Ziyang Palace has come in? I have been running for so long, but I haven't even walked out of this jungle yet. It's true."

The night before yesterday, Mu Yang left a mark on the three people in Ziyang Palace. All three people were at the eighth level of the Spiritual Vein Realm, so there should be no mistakes in not being able to cultivate.

Unlike the people of the Infinite Sect, disciples of Ziyang Palace will be affected by the temperature here, so their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. Mu Yang is not unavailable to fight in the eighth level of the Spiritual Vein Realm.

Another thing that Mu Yang cares about is that this disciple of Ziyang Palace has never moved after coming in.

What was he doing when he was still there?

Under normal circumstances, shouldn’t we set out quickly and look for the spiritual altar?

Is it possible to sit on the ground and start practicing? It is unlikely that now is not the time to practice.

Mu Yang snapped his fingers and looked at the corner of Brother Dog's curled mouth. He thought he must know what Brother Dog was thinking.

"You want to say that he is very likely to be next to the spiritual altar?"

"Yes! This is the most reasonable explanation. They are different from you. Your purpose is to find the mark, while the other seven major sects want to find the spiritual altar."

Mu Yang has actually forgotten the final task of team battles. It is too difficult for Luoyue Valley to occupy the spiritual hall.

But now it seems that there is a chance to be delivered to me.

Anyway, I can’t find Dongfang Junyao for a while, so why not just collect a spiritual altar?

Mu Yang was thinking this when suddenly a red light rose from nowhere and soared into the sky!

In a very high position, it turns into a row of huge and eye-catching words!

"The number of spiritual altars occupied by Ziyang Palace: one."

Mu Yang widened his eyes and looked at the eye-catching red letters, "This is too hateful."

Mu Yang was thinking before, how should the contestants know the occupation of the spiritual hall, but he didn't expect it to be announced so directly.

Such a high position should be seen in every corner of the entire battlefield.

It is easy to know without guessing that all the contestants must be in full bloom now, and they must have accelerated their pace of finding the spiritual hall without realizing it.

Mu Yang rubbed his hands, then thought about the disciples of Yuding Sect not far from him, and he had a rough thought in his mind: "Brother Dog, let's go and have a look."

Muyang turned into a residual wind, and a gorgeous snow mist rolled up wherever he passed and disappeared into the jungle.

At this time, in the square, the people of Ziyang Palace smiled one after another, and they looked at the shining spiritual altar in the picture with satisfaction.

The first spiritual altar in the battlefield in the eight directions was sacrificed by their disciples, which was also a kind of honor.

"Haha, Ye Cheng's luck is really good. He actually found the spiritual hall as soon as he came in."

"That's right, luck is also part of the strength. He is the only one who has been passed to the spiritual altar for more than 300 contestants."

"Wait, who is that person?"

Suddenly, someone pointed at a trace in the forest. The man seemed to be heading towards Yecheng!
Chapter completed!