The five senses, six consciousnesses and spiritual consciousness suddenly disappeared, and Mu Xingchen's entire body's spiritual power immediately stagnated. With a bang, his body was hit by the remaining force of the iron sand palm and flew backwards.

When he saw the iron gall he sent was easily taken away by Mu Xingchen and pinched into an iron discus, Yang Zhong had already had the will to die. He wanted to exchange his life for his enemy.

However, when the iron sand palm hit Mu Xingchen and the opponent didn't even shake it, Yang Zhong knew that he could not replace the enemy's life.

Yang Zhong only hopes that his last killer move can cause some damage to the opponent, even a little damage.

With the clinker, Mu Xingchen suddenly flew backwards, and Yang Zhong was caught off guard.

Before Yang Zhong could react, Mu Xingchen's chest suddenly shone brightly. Yang Zhong's eyes turned black and his body that was rushing forward fell to the ground.

At the same time, everyone in the field, including several guards running towards this place and people further away, fell to the ground like Yang Zhong. Yang Yanping, who was sitting in a wheelchair, also tilted his body and fell softly on the wheelchair.

In the light, a somewhat illusory figure stood in the air.

Yang Hao's spiritual sense could see clearly. This figure looked like an old man with white hair and white eyebrows.

When the old man first appeared, there was a clear look of anger on his face. But in a flash, the look of anger on his face disappeared. Instead, it was solemnity.

"I wonder which fellow Taoist is here? Zhou Zhengfeng of Tianyan Sect asked fellow Taoist to show up!" The old man looked around and said in a deep voice.

In his spiritual sense, Yang Hao was shocked and furious when he saw that everyone in the venue was in a coma.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, another soul-stinging cone appeared and was about to slam the old man.

"The power of spiritual consciousness." The little bald man, who had not reacted to Yang Hao's actions before, suddenly spoke. At the same time, the little bald man waved his hand and the soul-stinging cone disappeared.

On the small stove, Yaya opened her eyes, but her body was still lazily lying there without moving.

Hearing the little bald head's words, Yang Hao did not hesitate at all. The spiritual consciousness that covered a hundred miles radiated slightly, and an invisible pressure rushed towards the old man.

"Fellow Taoist must not misunderstand it! Zhou has no malice!" The old man said again. His face became more and more serious. There was a hint of caution in his voice. His figure also shook for a moment.

No response.

"Fellow Taoist, please rest assured! These people are not hindered. Zhou will never hurt people in the world." The old man said again.

Still no response.

"My Tianyan Sect is a rotating sect of the Immortal Dao Alliance. If you have any doubts, my Tianyan Sect and the Immortal Dao Alliance can help you solve your doubts." The old man continued to speak.

Still no response.

A trace of anger appeared on the old man's face again.

As the old man said when he spoke for the first time, his name was Zhou Zhengfeng, and he was an elder with a very high status in Tianyan Sect. His cultivation level had reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

Between this world, the great Nascent Soul cultivator can be regarded as a ancestral figure in any sect, and is an existence that the world of cultivation must respect.

In addition, Tianyan Sect is a major sect, and one of the rotating sects of the Immortal Alliance. There is also a reason that is not widely known to the world of cultivation. Whether in Tianyan Sect or in the entire world of cultivation, even if he is the small group of great monks standing at the peak, he has to give him some thin face.

The one who appeared here was a wisp of Yuanshen from Zhou Zhengfeng. This wisp of Yuanshen was sealed in the secret talisman and hidden in Mu Xingchen's chest. One of the purposes was to help Mu Xingchen deal with some accidents that he could not handle just in case.

For cultivators, the soul is one of the extremely difficult great powers to practice. Even if it is just a wisp, it cannot be easily damaged. If nothing unexpected happens, after Mu Xingchen completes the mission of this trip, Zhou Zhengfeng will take back the soul.

The attack of Yang Hao's soul-stinging cone directly stimulated Zhou Zhengfeng's wisp of soul and protected Mu Xingchen's soul in time, but this wisp of soul was also considered useless. This is also the reason why Zhou Zhengfeng looked angry when he appeared.

Feeling the power of the other party's spiritual sense, Zhou Zhengfeng tried his best to calm down his anger, reveal his identity at the first time, and repeatedly showed his weakness based on his guesses. Unexpectedly, the other party ignored him at all, which was obviously contemptuous.

At this moment, Zhou Zhengfeng brought out both Tianyan Sect and the Immortal Dao Alliance, just to shock the other party. But the other party was still so contemptuous that he didn't even take Tianyan Sect and the Immortal Dao Alliance seriously.

Who in the world of cultivation dares to be so bold and arrogant?

Under normal circumstances, Zhou Zhengfeng's idea is in line with common sense in the world of cultivation. However, his idea at this moment has completely misunderstood Yang Hao.

How could Yang Hao be so mean to be disrespectful to him?

There are two reasons why Yang Hao has never responded to Zhou Zhengfeng's words.

The first reason is naturally that Yang Hao is worried about his family's safety.

While exerting the power of the soul of Zhou Zhengfeng, he quickly used his spiritual consciousness to investigate the situation of the people who fainted in the field one by one.

After careful inspection, Yang Hao felt relieved. Although everyone was still unconscious, there were no abnormalities in their breathing, heartbeat and other vital signs, and no abnormalities were seen in the soul.

"Grandpa, are your parents and everyone's souls okay?" Yang Hao was still a little worried and asked the little bald man nervously.

"It's okay." The little bald man had walked back to the next to the small stove. He jumped up gently, grabbed one of the small stove's ears with both hands, used his hands and feet, and climbed up, making Yang Hao speechless.

It is obvious that I can fly, but I have to play like this from time to time.

"What kind of cultivation is this person?" Yang Hao asked with peace of mind. He could see that the other party was not the original body.

"Slag." The little bald man climbed up to the edge of the furnace, pulled his teeth to the side, moved out of his seat, and sat down.

Yang Hao was speechless again.

Since learning the method of spiritual consciousness exploration, Yang Hao has been using spiritual consciousness to explore the entire Ningyuan City every day. This is to constantly practice the use of spiritual consciousness, and to prevent any monks from causing trouble in Ningyuan City, he can at least be prepared.

After years of investigation, Yang Hao has found many cultivators in Ningyuan City. Every time he finds that a cultivator appears in Ningyuan, one thing Yang Hao must do is try to figure out the other party’s cultivation level.

And this matter is simply impossible to ask the little bald man. Because, asking is just an answer: slag.

"The middle stage of Nascent Soul." The little bald man finally added.

Although it was almost the same as the guess in his heart, Yang Hao was still shocked.

So far, all the cultivators he has discovered in Ningyuan City are the highest cultivation level cultivators of the Golden Pill stage, and they have only appeared once or twice so far.

"It's also a slap in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul?" Yang Hao couldn't help asking. He really wanted to know what kind of cultivation he needed to avoid being classified as a slap in the little bald man.

"Or what else can it be?" the little bald man asked back.

"Yang Shazi, your fellow Taoist is waiting for you to reply." Then the little bald man smiled.

Yang Hao suddenly felt embarrassed.

This has to talk about the second reason why he did not respond to Zhou Zhengfeng.

The second reason is really embarrassing. Because Yang Hao doesn’t know how to respond.

Today is his first time to face an enemy cultivator. Isn’t that the first time he has faced a Nascent Soul cultivator like this? To be precise, it is his first time to face a wisp of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

After the little bald head took away the soul-stinging cone, Yang Hao didn't know what to do except continue to put spiritual pressure on the other party.

At this moment, Yang Hao seemed to be holding a big move, but he didn't know what he was holding.

Zhou Zhengfeng could not waste it anymore. His soul blocked a soul-stinging cone and was injured a lot and was about to dissipate soon.

"Since fellow Taoist is unwilling to show up, Zhou will not force others to do anything. This son is a disciple of my Tianyan Sect. I don't know why he had a conflict with people from all over the world. When he returns to the sect, my Tianyan Sect will deal with him. I also ask for a large number of fellow Taoist fellow Taoist, don't make things difficult for my Tianyan Sect disciples."

After saying this, Zhou Zhengfeng's soul disappeared.

In the field, Mu Xingchen was the first to wake up. Then, Yang Hongyi and others also woke up.

Mu Tianhao also woke up.

As soon as he woke up, Mu Tianhao immediately glanced at the audience. Seeing that everyone in the venue was full of hands, feet and bodies, and was not injured, Mu Tianhao breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Tianhao bowed to Yang Hongyi and Yang Yanping and said sincerely: "Duke Zhenguo, Marquis of Ningyuan, Mrs. Yang, the child is ruthless and has collided with Marquis of Ningyuan. I, Mu Tianhao, have no choice but to teach my son, and I am apologized to you here!"

After saying that, Mu Tianhao stood up and bowed to Yang Hongyi and others again.

Immediately, Mu Tianhao turned his gaze to Mu Xingchen with a gloomy face and shouted, "Chen'er, why don't you apologize to the Marquis?"

Mu Tianhao's words seemed to be scolding, but his tone was full of negotiation, and even a hint of pleading.

What Mu Tianhao expected was that after hearing Mu Tianhao's words, Mu Xingchen did not hesitate at all, nor did Mu Tianhao's fear of resistance. Instead, he immediately corrected his expression and bowed to Yang Yanping, saying: "I am vulgar and have no words. I have bumped into the marquis. I still ask the marquis to a large number of marquis. Don't worry about it like a boy!"

After saying that, Mu Xingchen stood up and bowed again like Mu Tianhao.

The apology between Mu Tianhao and his son seemed to be very sincere. However, Yang Yanping and his wife did not answer. Yang Hongyi did not say anything. He was looking at Mu Tianhao, his eyes were a little complicated.

Mu Tianhao and Yang Hongyi looked at each other for a moment, as if they wanted to say something, but in the end they just sighed a long time, bowed to Yang Hongyi and others, and said, "Mu is bothering me today. Goodbye!"

After saying that, Mu Tianhao didn't care whether Yang Hongyi and others answered or not, turned around and walked down the mountain. Mu Tianhao who was going down the mountain was still like Mu Tianhao when he was going up the mountain, walking in a dragon and a tiger. However, there was a vague feeling of bleakness in his back.

Mu Xingchen was still walking behind Mu Tianhao, still as if he was going up the mountain, both slow and relaxed. However, no one noticed that Mu Xingchen had a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

Until Mu Tianhao and his son left, no one in the field mentioned the sudden coma of the crowd just now, as if this incident had never happened.
Chapter completed!