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Chapter 1709 Recognize the Lord!

Zhang Yuling and others arrived quickly and saw that Chen Muyu was being pressed and rubbed on the ground. The stick seemed to be held by someone, and it kept beating Chen Muyu who was lying on the ground.

It is hard to imagine what kind of pain it is that can make a ninth-level powerhouse cry without any regard for face.

It was brutal, it was brutal.

Subconsciously, everyone rushed to protect the Lord.

However, the stick obviously didn't want them to get close, and with a fierce swing in the air, Zhang Yuling and others were forced back by the terrifying air wave.

"How to do?"

A group of people surrounded the surroundings, each with extremely solemn faces.

The stick didn't attack them, it just stared at Chen Muyu and beat him alone, and he didn't know what enmity Chen Muyu had with it.

Zhang Yuling and the others saw it in their eyes and were anxious in their hearts.

"Where's Palace Master Yang?" Du Qianqian called out.

At this point, someone has to come up with an idea.

"I was hit by that stick and fainted."

Jiang Qianfan helped someone over, it was Yang Lin.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but twitch slightly.

its not right.

A hint of doubt flashed between Wan Hongyan's brows, "It's as strong as Palace Master Yang, even if it can't withstand the blow of this stick, look..."

While speaking, Wan Hongyan pointed her chin in the direction where Chen Muyu was.

Everyone looked over with doubts on their faces.

With that stick, Yang Lin's physical body in the early stages of breaking the Dao Realm could explode, but he was hit on the back just now, although he didn't explode his physical body, he fainted directly.

But in the scene in front of him, Chen Muyu didn't know how many times the stick had been done to him, but Chen Muyu was still clearly conscious. Hearing the screams, he was full of energy, clearly enjoying the pain of flesh and blood wounds.

Chen Muyu is only a physical body at the beginning of the ninth stage, how can he compare with Yang Lin, Yang Lin can't stand it, can he stand it?

Or is it that the stick was treated differently, and when hitting Chen Muyu, there was no force at all?
The purpose of the stick was just to let Chen Muyu have a good beating and enjoy the pain of flesh and blood.

Yes, that should be it.

"Palace Master Chen, that stick can't kill you, but you are trying to subdue it."

Jiang Qianfan yelled.

However, as soon as the words fell, the stick turned around and was pulled towards him.

Jiang Qianfan was horrified, he never thought that he could bring about disaster without reason by shouting.

Unable to dodge, a stick shadow hit his arm, just like Yang Lin, Jiang Qianfan's entire right arm exploded with a bang.

Jiang Qianfan didn't even dare to scream, and quickly moved away.

"call."

Everyone was terrified.

All looked at the stick defensively.

The stick didn't chase Jiang Qianfan, but turned around and beat Chen Muyu directly.

That is, the moment the stick turned around to hit Jiang Qianfan, Chen Muyu breathed a sigh of relief, and seemed to realize something when he heard Jiang Qianfan's shout.

Just turned over, but saw the stick hit down again.

It was supposed to be a spanking seat, but when I turned around, I came straight to my crotch.

It's worth it.

Cried and cried, shouted and shouted, beat and beat, begged and begged.

The stick was still relentless, and the Ni Bodhisattva was still angry. Chen Muyu's eyes were red, and he stood up abruptly. Recklessly, he stretched out his hands, and the moment the stick fell, he directly grabbed the stick into his palm. .

"Buzz!"

The stick vibrated violently, as if he wanted to escape, but Chen Muyu jumped on it, holding the stick tightly with both hands, and pressed his whole body against the stick.

Damn, keep smoking, keep smoking, is it endless?

Chen Muyu cursed loudly, and his voice resounded throughout the Jidao Palace.

The stick carried Chen Muyu on its back, jumping up and down, flying up and down, smashing through mountains and mountains, as if trying to get rid of Chen Muyu.

But Chen Muyu hugged it tightly, no matter how much he tossed it, it would not move.

The blood from the wound on the back seeped into the stick.

The stick absorbed Chen Muyu's blood and became more purple-black.

I don't know how long it took, the stick gradually slowed down like a tamed wild horse.

Finally, the stick carried Chen Muyu on its back and landed on the ground.

Chen Muyu still hugged tightly, not daring to let go.

Letting go of this hand might be another severe beating.

"Hoo Chi..."

He took a few breaths, and the pain in his back was almost numb.

Chen Muyu was exhausted, he didn't want to move, he just wanted to lie down here and have a good sleep.

However, at this moment, a piece of information flooded into his mind out of thin air.

"The Dao Heart Stick, the ultimate treasure of the Dao, designed to subdue those with unstable Dao minds..."

is the message of this stick.

Chen Muyu failed to read the information completely, and was already lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dizzy or asleep.

……

When he woke up, Chen Muyu was already lying on a flower bed.

In the room, there was a faint fragrance, and there was also a faint floral fragrance on the quilt, which made people feel at ease and enjoyed it very much.

The interior furnishings are simple, a small table, a small dressing mirror, and some jewelry boxes.

It looks like it should be a woman's boudoir.

Ladies' boudoir?

Chen Muyu froze for a moment, a little confused, unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

This is where?

Didn't I get rubbed by that stick?
I got up and touched my back. The wound has healed, but it still hurts.

A pain that hurts the soul.

What about the stick?
Chen Muyu's heart tightened, and he remembered the stick.

Yo.

As soon as the thought came up, there was a blur in front of my eyes, and something flew over from nowhere.

Grass.

Seeing what was coming, Chen Muyu's face turned green.

It was the stick that made me feel miserable.

"What do you want to do?"

Chen Muyu subconsciously shrank towards the corner of the bed.

The stick stopped in front of him, pointing at him.

The atmosphere froze.

Chen Muyu seemed to feel that there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the stick.

The stick just stopped like this, as if it sensed Chen Muyu's fear, after a while, it turned around and pointed towards Chen Muyu with the handle of the stick.

Chen Muyu was overwhelmed by this scene.

It took a while to recall, and the information I received before fainting appeared in my mind.

Information about this stick.

Dao Heart Stick.

This is it, recognize me as master?
Chen Muyu was surprised, the stick pointed at me with the handle, did you want me to grab it?
"You, don't hit me again."

Chen Muyu spoke first, and seeing that the stick didn't respond, he carefully stretched out his hand again.

Slowly, he grabbed the handle of the stick.

This time, the stick really didn't repel him.

It's cool in the hand, and the texture is quite good.

Neither heavy nor heavy, Chen Muyu held it with both hands, and the expression on his face gradually changed from fear at the beginning to surprise.

This stick really recognizes me as master?
No, I conquered it.

Chen Muyu was short of breath, as if he had forgotten how he was rubbed against the ground by the stick before.

(End of this chapter)