The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

He Mu rolled his eyes and gripped Yin Mo's knife handle tighter: "Stop talking nonsense."

He picked up Yin Mo and chopped at Yan Qingfeng.

Shi Yue looked at He Mu's operation and touched his chin. A young man with a jade-like face and rosy cheeks, holding a machete that was much longer than himself... This scene was really a bit disjointed.

But when I thought that he was Senior Brother Mingfan, it somehow became strangely reasonable.

Shi Yue flew over from the other side and attacked Yan Qingfeng.

Being attacked from both sides, Yan Qingfeng sneered, and the spiritual energy around him surged. Two bronze mirrors flew into the sky, shining on Shi Yue and He Mu's faces, one on the left and one on the right.

The light from the mirror shot out and actually attacked the monk's eyes.

So vicious!

"Protect your eyes!" Shi Yue only had time to shout to He Mu before his whole body felt numb for a moment, and there was a sharp pain in his eyes.

Yan Qingfeng saw the opportunity and kicked Shi Yue mercilessly.

Shi Yue only felt a strong wind coming, but he was unable to avoid it.

The expected attack did not come for a long time. After a moment, Shi Yue opened his eyes and saw a huge black machete blocking in front of him. Looking down along the machete was the thin figure of He Mu.

It’s not that he is thin, it’s mainly because the knife is too big, making him look very thin. If you don’t look carefully, he is as long as Mu and the handle. If you don’t look carefully, you really can’t notice it.

All of Yan Qingfeng's attacks were blocked by He Mu.

"I didn't expect someone with some skills to come here."

Yan Qingfeng retracted his legs, leaned against a strange rock, and looked at He Mu again with a little more interest in his eyes.

He Mu turned around and raised his chin towards Shi Yue: "Don't hold me back. Just go over there and stay quiet."

Shi Yue: "..."

Why did he have a feeling, a feeling of being disliked...

Seeing that he didn't move, He Mu looked unhappy and urged him, "Hurry up! If you don't leave, it's your turn. I'm going to take a rest."

He spoke as if no one wanted to fight. If it weren't for the fact that he had some relationship with the junior sister, he would have slipped away long ago.

Shi Yue's mouth twitched. The way this person in front of him spoke was really similar to Ming Fan. Doesn't this mean that if they are not from the same family, they should not enter the same door?

After hesitating for a while, seeing that He Mu was calm, Shi Yue obediently stood aside.

Yan Qingfeng found their interaction, which was full of disdain and awkwardness, very interesting.

"Aren't you two from the same sect?"

He Mu snorted: "It's none of your business."

My junior sister said that any problem in the world can be solved with two sentences. One is "It's none of your business", and the other is "It's none of my business".

Yan Qingfeng raised his eyebrows. In their Zedu Continent, the competition between sects was fierce. If they were not from the same sect, they would never lend a helping hand.

Qi Ling Continent is very far away from their Ze Dui Continent. This is his first time here. He is really curious and can't help but ask.

"Your sects in Qiling Continent have very harmonious relations?"

He Mu followed the principle of double entendre and replied without thinking: "It's none of my business."

Yan Qingfeng: “…”

Come on, if we can’t communicate, let’s just fight!

His idea was exactly what He Mu wanted. After he reached the foundation-building stage, his cultivation level remained the same as before, stagnating there without any signs of a breakthrough. He wanted to break through.

Yan Qingfeng and He Mu were fighting together, with strong winds and spiritual energy flying all over the four continents. Yan Qingfeng's expression gradually became serious from his initial indifference.

No, is he a human? A question mark popped up in Yan Qingfeng's mind.

With the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment, he could fight on par with him who was in the late Golden Core stage. It was simply too outrageous.

Isn’t it said that Qi Ling Continent is extremely poor? How could such a monster appear?

There was Ming Fan before, and now there is another one who shows up unexpectedly.

"Distracted, huh?"

He Mu threw Yin Mo out, and he fell to the ground with a bang, which made Yin Mo dissatisfied.

"Can't you be a little gentler to me?"

"Ahem, be careful next time and be gentle." He Mu touched his nose guiltily.

Shi Yue opened his mouth in shock. This machete also has a spirit!

At this moment, he took out the magic weapons from his storage bag, wishing he could stare a hole in them.

Other people’s machetes have spirits, but why are his magic weapons all dumb!

Yan Qingfeng was shocked again. Where was the poor village? Where was the country bumpkin?

He is a pharmacist who can refine magical elixirs, and he also has a magical weapon with spirit. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't want to be that poor.

At this moment, Yan Qingfeng's conspiracy theories were all put into use.

Could it be that they, the Qiling Continent, did this on purpose for outsiders like them to see? Thinking of the Qilin that Ming Fan had casually contracted, a monster of that level could be contracted by a golden elixir.

The more Yan Qingfeng thought about it, the more this possibility seemed to him. He thought to himself, the Qi Ling Continent is really scheming.

Duang——another sound.

The successive noises were the sound of a machete hitting the ground.

Ink: "..."

Regret.

Yan Qingfeng straightened his face and stared at He Mu. How could he, a person from Qi Ling Continent, do that?

The two mirrors just now were pointed directly at He Mu alone. Shi Yue only had time to warn him but had no time to step forward.

A white light flashed suddenly, and the attack rushed towards He Mu fiercely.

A scream.

Yan Qingfeng curled his lips, and he said that no one could escape his Yin-Yang Mirror.

……

"You!" Yan Qingfeng was shocked.

He Mu's eyes were bloodshot, and a black machete fell back into his hand, and the four-petal mirror remnants fell to the ground.

"My owner is not a waste."

There was a hint of pride in that voice.

Yan Qingfeng stared at the broken mirror on the ground with a distorted expression.

"Your eyes are already damaged. Even if you break my Yin Yang Mirror, you will definitely lose this battle."

"Huh, really?"

Yin Mo adjusted to He Mu's size, and He Mu used the blade to steady his body.

"Not necessarily."

When he was practicing Qi, he was most afraid of death. He felt that anyone's cultivation was higher than his, and that if anyone just kicked him a few times, he would die.

But later, no one expected that he could defeat the Foundation Establishment by just practicing Qi. Now that he has established the Foundation, it is not too much to defeat the Golden Core.

After all, Junior Sister said that he was not an ordinary foundation-building person.