"In terms of taunting ability, you are not as good as him."

On the edge of the square, Wang Ye and Zhang Jue, who had just finished their duel, were sitting together. They were recovering together and watching what tricks the Murong family could do.

After seeing Mo Xiu come on stage, Wang Ye couldn't help but say something.

Zhang Jue's eyes widened and he said dissatisfiedly: "Don't slander me. When have I ever ridiculed others?"

Wang Ye smiled and said nothing.

At this time, Murong Qiuyi had already started to attack Mo Xiu.

Murong Qiuyi repeated his trick, pointed at Mo Xiu and said: "Broken!"

Mo Xiu didn't change at all and looked at Murong Qiuyi expressionlessly.

Murong Qiuyi frowned and used Spirit Puncture to attack Mo Xiu again, but Mo Xiu was still not hurt.

Murong Qiuyi found that her spiritual puncture was like a sharp piece of wood hitting a copper wall and could not hurt Mo Xiu at all.

"Are you tickling me?" Mo Xiu smiled sarcastically.

Mo Xiu originally thought that Murong Qiuyi's spiritual piercing was very strong, but she didn't expect that it couldn't even break through her own defense.

In response to this, Murong Qiuyi's face turned gloomy again: "I didn't expect that you are also a spiritual genius!"

Murong Wei and Murong Yu beside them changed slightly.

According to their plan, Murong Qiuyi swept Ziji with his powerful spiritual power, while Murong Yu defeated Houji again, achieving one of their goals.

Who would have thought that among Taoist disciples there are also geniuses with spiritual power, who seem to be no weaker than Murong Qiuyi.

"Come on, keep pushing, push hard, make me happy!" Mo Xiu said with a provocative smile.

Everyone: "!!!"

What kind of tiger and wolf words is this?!

Mo Xiu's original intention was just to let Murong Qiuyi continue to attack, and he didn't think much about anything else.

However, to Murong Qiuyi's ears, these words were unbearable and filthy language.

"storm!"

Murong Qiuyi was slightly angry and directly used her strongest mental attack, mental storm!

The surging mental power swept up, from small to large, forming an invisible tornado above Murong Qiuyi's head, suppressing Mo Xiu.

However, when Murong Qiuyi's mental storm had just formed, Mo Xiu had already struck out.

"Surrender!"

"boom!"

The mental storm seemed to be captured by a powerful giant hand. The mental storm formed by the mental power dispersed, and Murong Qiuyi was suppressed to the ground, unable to move.

"What?!"

Murong Wei and Murong Yu almost jumped up from their chairs, staring at Mo Xiu with shocked faces.

In the Extraordinary Era, where mental power was generally weak, Murong Qiuyi's mental mutation ability was comparable to that of an eleventh-level genius. For the Murong family, this was a matter of pride.

Who would have thought that the power of mental mutation that they were so proud of would be defeated in the hands of a shameless boy without any suspense. There was no room for resistance at all, and they were defeated in a humiliating way.

At this moment, both Murong Wei and Murong Yu on the edge of the square, and Murong Qiuyi who was suppressed on the ground, all felt humiliated and ashamed.

"Brother Murong, how are you?"

Yu Yuansong looked at Murong Wei who looked ugly with a smile.

Murong Wei took a deep look at Mo Xiu, then his expression quickly turned dull. He looked at Yu Yuansong and chuckled: "Taoist disciples are indeed hiding dragons and crouching tigers. Murong Qiuyi lost this battle."

Suppressed by the mental pressure, Murong Qiuyi clung to the ground, her eyes were splitting, and she couldn't speak at all. Murong Wei could only admit defeat for her.

"As expected."

Mo Xiu withdrew his mental pressure and smiled, without the slightest hint of humility, because he didn't use all his strength at all.

The moment Mo Xiu withdrew her mental pressure, Murong Qiuyi was able to take a deep breath and looked at Mo Xiu with a face full of reluctance.

At this time, Murong Wei looked at Yu Yuansong and asked, "I wonder whose disciple this is?"

"One of the two most useless outer disciples in Qingcheng Mountain." Yu Yuansong borrowed Zhang Tu's previous words.

Everyone rolled their eyes, this guy is pretending really well!

Two Qingcheng Mountain outer sect disciples, one is a twelfth-level genius who has been promoted to the marquis level, and the other can defeat an eleventh-level genius with only mental power. Do you call this useless?

"Brother Yu is joking." Murong Wei said with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. He couldn't be more frank now that he was like this.

In his opinion, he didn't know whether he was the most useful, but he was definitely not an outer disciple.

Yu Yuansong just smiled without explaining.

Murong Qiuyi ended in embarrassment, but the matter was not over yet. It was the Murong family's twelfth-level genius Murong Yu's turn.

"Murong family, Murong Yu, please give me some advice from the Taoist disciples!"

Murong Yu came to the middle of the square, raised his head and chest, and released an aura that was arrogant to everyone.

"Wait for me for another hour and see if I don't go up and fuck you!"

Beside the square, Zhang Jue couldn't help but whisper after seeing Murong Yu's arrogant expression.

Zhang Jue and Wang Ye have been recovering with all their strength, but they have not returned to their prime so quickly. They can only watch in frustration as Murong Yu becomes arrogant in front of them.

"Let's see if Lian Li and Ling Ruyu can hold on." Wang Ye said.

"It's difficult, unless the other party is a level 12 parallel importer."

Zhang Jue shook his head. They were all at the twelfth level, and they knew better than anyone else how strong the power and understanding of the twelfth level was.

Lian Li and Ling Ruyu are both third-level marquises, one level higher than Murong Yu.

However, as twelfth-level geniuses, the two of them understand better than anyone how terrifying the power of the twelfth level is. Fighting across levels is commonplace, and even the eleventh level cannot stop them.

"I'm coming!"

Just when everyone was looking at Lian Li and Ling Ruyu, Zhang Zhongqing and Zhang Tu came back with Sun Chen.

Zhang Tu was seen smiling, while Zhang Zhongqing looked depressed.

After Sun Chen woke up from cultivation, Zhang Zhongqing quickly invited Sun Chen to join Longhu Mountain, promising various conditions and even giving up the position of Heavenly Master. However, Sun Chen still refused.

Zhang Zhongqing couldn't understand why this guy couldn't be flexible at such a young age?

"Brother Zhongqing, brother Zhangtu!"

Seeing Zhang Zhongqing and Zhang Tu appear, Murong Wei stood up and offered his hands to them.

Zhang Zhongqing suddenly laughed and said: "Haha! Brother Murong came from afar. I'm sorry for the delay."

Suddenly the conversation changed. Zhang Zhongqing pulled Sun Chen out from behind him, pushed him up to the middle of the square, and said, "Go and beat up the Murong boy!"

"??"

Everyone's faces were full of astonishment. Their faces changed too quickly!

However, when everyone saw Sun Chen, their eyes suddenly lit up.

"A freshly minted marquis, and a twelfth-level genius!"

"It's another battle between level 12 geniuses. Today's trip is worth it!"

"For the additional showdown, the 100,000 yuan ticket price was not wasted!"

A large wave of spectators looked at Sun Chen expectantly.

Lian Li, who was already prepared, sat back down and said with emotion: "The appearance of Liangzhou will depend on him from now on!"

Murong Wei didn't know about Sun Chen's previous situation. When he saw Zhang Zhongqing dragging someone out casually, he threatened to beat Murong Yu and felt very uncomfortable.

"Brother Zhongqing's tone is too loud. Do you really think that the twelfth-level genius of my Murong family is made of clay, and just beat up anyone who comes up?" Murong Wei sneered.

Afraid that others would not know, Murong Wei specially emphasized Murong Yu's talent.

Zhang Tu chuckled and said: "Friendly reminder, this Qingcheng Mountain outer sect disciple is also a 'twelfth level'. He has just broken through to the marquis level. His actions may not be serious or serious. I hope Brother Murong will forgive me."

In order to prevent Sun Chen from becoming the target of public criticism, Zhang Tu and Zhang Zhongqing discussed it and announced to the outside world that Sun Chen was of the twelfth level.

The reason why the two of them asked Sun Chen to fight Murong Wei now was mainly because they wanted to see how powerful the only thirteenth-level warrior in the world was.

"Another disciple from the outer sect of Qingcheng Mountain?"

Murong Wei and the others immediately became wary of Sun Chen. The spiritual genius they were so proud of just now was crushed by another Qingcheng Mountain outer sect disciple.

However, this was not the reason for Murong Yu to retreat without a fight.

"Murong family Murong Wei, please enlighten me!" Murong Wei looked at Sun Chen with cold eyes.

Because of Zhang Zhongqing's words, he particularly hated Sun Chen. Now, he just wanted to torture the unknown twelfth-level genius in front of everyone, so that everyone could see how powerful the Murong family was.

"Sun Chen." Sun Chen said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Wei had already come to kill him.
To be continued...