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Mu Yang and Gou Ge guessed that they were probably going through the eighteenth mission now.

　　 So, he changed his mind and started talking with Wang Liang, and followed Wang Liang's words to ask, maybe he could ask for any valuable information.

　　 "Before the owner of the valley left, I only asked you to guard the treasure, didn't you say anything else?"

　　 Wang Liang thought about it for a moment, and shook his head firmly, "No."

　　 Finally, the answer this time became normal. Unlike before, Mu Yang knew that he should have found the right way.

　　 At the same time, he also got a key message from Wang Liang's words. This treasure is the key point. Mu Yang thought to himself: If you circle it, you will definitely take the test later.

　　 Muyang continued to ask, "What is the treasure that the Valley Master asked you to guard?"

　　 "Sorry, I can't tell you this, this is the secret of Luoyuegu."

　　 Wipe! Mu Yang could see it, he seemed to be still doubting Mu Yang's identity, and he stopped talking about confidential matters.

　　 But this also further verified Mu Yang's conjecture that this treasure designation is the key point, and he must trust them before he can touch the treasure.

　　 Wang Liang didn't want to disclose, Mu Yang couldn't force it for the time being, so he stopped asking.

　　 "Shao Xia, you can rest here for the time being, and I'll ask my junior brother to bring you some food later. Luoyue Valley is in the eventful autumn, so please bear with me if you don't entertain me properly."

　　 Muyang waved his hand, "You don't have to be polite, just ask me if you have anything to do. If there are more enemy troops, I am willing to contribute to Luoyuegu."

　　 "Thank you, Shaoxia, then I will take care of the wounded first."

"Ok."

　　 Wang Liang turned around and left the room, leaving only Mu Yang alone. He stood for a long time, lost in thought.

　　 After a long time, Brother Gou asked: "How about it, any thoughts?"

　　 "Combining all these, our guess should be the same." Mu Yang fell on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

Brother Gou is rarely serious, and analyzes for Muyang: "From the perspective of the various abnormal scenes we have experienced so far, the Eight Achievements here are an illusion. Only the illusion can make all the explanations. Why did the Gu master go out three? Yue, the Panfeng Gate that suddenly popped out, and the so-called Luoyuegu disciples in the dozens of numbers, should all be fake."

"I chose the Gate of the Five Elements before, and then choose a task from 30 tasks, then it is very likely that this is a scene built specifically to complete the task. There are no other contestants here, if I guess it is right If you do, you should each have their own tasks, and the corresponding scenes are independent of each other."

　　 Brother Gou was very good in his analysis. In fact, this was what Mu Yang was thinking at the moment, so when Brother Gou said, he nodded repeatedly.

"So I'm probably still on the martial arts field. The whole martial arts field is actually a huge phantom array. So what Wang Liang said to me is to reveal the information of the eighteenth mission, so the key is It’s to put the words out of their mouths."

　　 Muyang had tried it just now. Wang Liang was very vigilant and didn't trust Muyang. He probably had to find a way to gain their trust first.

Mu Yang looked at the whole room again, and pinched himself again, a little painful: "This is all too real, I can't see how it looks like an illusion. Look at the people outside, their every expression, every One action is so realistic, and there is no trace of fraud. This phantom array is quite impressive, but it is also, after all, it was arranged by A Yue, and it is normal to be able to do this step. As expected, A Yue is amazing. ."

　　 "Then what are you going to do now?"

Mu Yang turned over and sat up, thinking for a while, "Since the people here are all NPCs, their thinking is not as complicated as real people, so it is much simpler. I just need to find a way to increase their Acknowledge, gain their trust, and talk about it easily."

　　 "Meaning, do you want to get a good impression?"

　　 Muyang snapped his fingers, "That's right! There is a chance right now, haven't many people been injured just now? I'll help them heal."

　　 Just do it, and Mu Yang just got out of bed and went out.

　　 To put it bluntly, this collective dormitory area is just one room after another, neatly arranged in rows. At this moment, many disciples are running back and forth, delivering medicine to the wounded room.

　　 After the first battle, most people didn't have much malice towards Muyang, so anyone who saw Muyang would smile.

　　 Muyang saw a little girl hurrying up with a medicine bottle in the distance, so he leaned forward.

　　 "Girl, let me help you."

　　 "You are polite, young hero, go and rest." Although she was rejected, Mu Yang could feel that she was not malicious to herself, but worried about the same door, all was a little anxious, and did not stop at all.

　　 Muyang followed: "I didn't get hurt either. I was panicking alone in the house. Let me help. I still know a little pharmacology."

　　 While talking, the little girl had already walked into a room, and Mu Yang followed her without waiting for her to reply.

After the little girl took out a medicine, she put the medicine bottle on the table, and then helped the man lying on the bed and gave him the medicine. Then she breathed a sigh of relief, "Young man, you saved my life today. It’s great grace, how dare you bother you to help me any more."

Mu Yang looked at the man on the bed. There were multiple sword wounds on his body. The wound on his right thigh had deep bones. He just stopped the bleeding. The clothes on his body were also stained with blood. His face was pale because of excessive blood loss. Going up was very haggard, as if touching him would be wiped out.

　　 Muyang flipped his hand to take out a spicy chicken syrup and handed it over: "Eat this."

　　 The man looked at the spicy stick in Muyang's hand, hesitated and asked, "Is this the fetish that helped us turn defeat into victory today?"

　　 Muyang smiled and said, "Almost, but still a bit different. This is for healing."

　　 The man had been staring at La Tiao, his hands slightly clenched his fists, as if he wanted to try, but he was hesitating, as if he was worried about something.

The girl frowned slightly, wanting to reject Mu Yang directly. After all, she was not there during the fight today, and she didn’t see Mu Yang turning things around with spicy sticks~www.wuxiaspot.com~ so she did not dare to take her own family. His life was in the hands of such an outsider.

When Mu Yang saw this, he smiled bitterly, "Don't worry, if I really want to disadvantage you, I won't help you in the first place. Now that Panfengmen knows that I and you are in the same group, I will attack you again. Am I going to cut my own way?"

　　 The man's hand was tighter, and the desire in his eyes was self-evident. Thinking of the spicy stick he had eaten during the previous battle, the man was heartbroken and grabbed the spicy stick directly from Muyang.

　　 The girl was shocked, and hurriedly took the man's hand, "Wen Yun, no."

"It's okay, Xiaoyu, I believe in Muyang. What's more, a man who is not afraid of death, how can he lie in bed because of this little injury. There are few people in the valley, and everyone's combat power is very important. I have to get better as soon as possible, it won’t get worse anyway, so why not try."

　　 Seeing that he was so firm, Xiaoyu pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally released his hand: "Well then, you must get better, or I will...never pay you anymore."

　　 Mu Yang secretly nodded, feeling very pleased, NPC is an NPC, it is still very good to coax, as long as there is a good start, a bright future is not difficult to foresee.

　　 Wenyun rubbed Xiaoyu's head and smiled softly, "It will be okay, everything will be fine." After speaking, he closed his eyes and ate the spicy strips.

　　 Muyang only then smiled, watching Xiaoyu's brows slowly stretch, his expression changed from doubt to surprise.

　　 "This is really... God, it is even better than Gu Zhu's pill!" Xiao Yu looked at Wen Yun's healing wound and couldn't help sighing.