In one sentence, several Confucian cultivators couldn't help but take a step back. It wasn't that Zhang Mu had such a domineering air, but several of them felt a hint of danger in his words, a feeling that was enough to send chills to their hearts.
"Fellow Taoist, this place is an ownerless thing. Only capable people live here. Why do you have to speak so harshly?"
Zhang Mu looked at the palm of his hand and said, "I know, so you have no chance."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Mu's figure moved.
The next moment, the Confucian cultivator's expression changed, he took out a folding fan in his hand and quickly released a protective shield on himself.
Zhang Mu's sword fell on the shield but did not break it. It seemed that the Confucian cultivator seemed weak, but when it came to fighting, he was really not that powerful.
"Since your turtle shell is so hard, I will beat your turtle shell to pieces!"
"Broken Sword Style!"
Seeing this, the Confucian scholar couldn't help but wave his folding fan and shouted: "Sure!"
"Bang!"
I saw Zhang Mu's sword with all his strength, just when he was about to break through its protective shield, it actually became unbreakable.
"Hiss...there really is a trick!"
"Humph, you are so self-righteous. Since you are seeking death, I will let you know that I am not someone to be trifled with." After saying that, he moved his hand and a burst of righteousness came out.
Zhang Mu spun around in the air, and the spirit sword quickly defeated the true energy, and then he stood firmly on the ground.
"drink!"
He only saw a burst of spiritual power shooting out, and the Confucian cultivator was not afraid. When he moved his folding fan, a burst of true energy and spiritual power were blasted together.
Zhang Mu was pushed back a few steps by the fluctuations. He squinted at the Confucian cultivator and couldn't help but sigh at his tyrannical strength.
"Okay, look at my move!"
I saw the Confucian scholar turned over his hand and took out a pen, and wrote one word in the air: Jue.
"All things need to survive, three times to decide!"
As soon as the voice fell, the word "jue" flew out immediately, and a great righteousness filled the place, which made Zhang Mu have to be careful.
Liu Li took a breath when he saw it. The art of writing in the air is not that easy to master. It is precisely because of its difficulty that he has not mastered it until now.
"Miko is in danger."
Zhang Mu saw the defensive talismans being shot one after another, and after knowing that there were three protective shields in front of him, he looked at the Jue character and blasted it down.
"Forehead..."
I just felt a tightness in my chest as the three protective shields were broken through one by one. Although the remaining Qi was not very strong, it was not very painful when it hit my body.
Seeing the arrogance and arrogance on his face, the Confucianism cultivator looked sideways at Zhang Mu for his majesty.
Zhang Mu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Is it hard to tell if you want to die?"
He turned over his hand and took out a magic talisman, and threw it into the air.
"go!"
The spiritual talisman flew out and changed in the wind, and a thick fire appeared in the air. Suddenly, several fireballs rushed towards the Confucian cultivator.
"Little trick!" He flipped the folding fan, and after a blast of true energy was blasted out, he cast two more protective shields on himself, and then he felt relieved.
However, Zhang Mu would not be so boring. Knowing that fireballs would not have much effect on this person, would he still rely on this alone?
The corner of Zhang Mu's mouth moved, and a golden talisman appeared in his palm, and he threw it out without thinking.
"drink!"
I saw golden light shining in the sky, and a gold brick suddenly appeared in the air. With Zhang Mu's voice, it expanded several times, like a hill slapping down on the Confucian cultivator.
After the Confucian scholar saw the fireball defeated, before he could feel proud, he saw the gold bricks smashing down on him, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
The Confucian cultivator was surprised when he heard this, but he still waved his pen and appeared in the air: Defense.
The true energy surged, and a solid shield suddenly formed in front of him. The word "Defense" was floating on the shield, and it looked really extraordinary.
Seeing this, Zhang Mu couldn't help but beat his heart, but he still didn't stop. He shouted angrily, and Jin Brick slapped it down with his anger.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the cave hall trembled. Many monks looked over, and the monks who were fighting also turned around. After all, there are still some fighting skills in the fight, but it is not common to use the magic talisman.
You must know that the people here are all the best in the Qi refining period. Who in the land of Qingzhou is not the pride of the family and the sect, so there are very few one-on-one attacks here. You must know that one more enemy may want to kill you.
fateful person.
Being low-key does not mean to be low-key at all times, but to be low-key at all times, otherwise you may die unexpectedly. As the saying goes, you can be spared if you do evil by nature, but you will not survive if you do it by yourself.
However, Zhang Mu did this not for anything else, but to establish prestige, because he knew when to be arrogant and when to pretend. The most important thing was that Sun Xiao's incident was a huge blow to him.
At this time, he could not tolerate others betraying him, not because of any prestige or arrogance, but because he was obviously a good brother, but he fell out because of something unclear, which made him a little uncomfortable.
At this point, he vowed to control people in the palm of his hand, not to make them slaves, but to establish his own prestige. You can betray me, but you must give me a reason. This is his principle from now on!
After the gold brick was patted down, the Confucian cultivator felt that the shield was shaking for a while, and there were signs of breaking at any time.
But as he continued to release his true energy, the fonts in the shield moved quickly, and wherever they went, they were miraculously repaired, which was a bit amazing.
Zhang Mu's eyes changed, and his view of the strength of this Confucian cultivator changed again. He never expected that a mere Confucian cultivator could have such strength. His own strength was still too weak.
Being too weak does not mean that you are really weak, but that there are so many monks in the world of immortality. It is not just one person who has the talent. You may find one, two or even hundreds of monks at any time, all of whom are better than you.
Even better.
Therefore, in the world of cultivating immortals, there is no one who is strong or weak. There is only one who can climb to the top without being kicked down. This is the eternal truth in the world of cultivating immortals.
Zhang Mu's current strength can be said to be firmly in the top 100 in Mobei, but I dare not say it is in the top ten. After all, there are so many talents, and strong people are reaching the top every moment. Who dares to say that he can dominate for ten thousand years?
constant?
However, at this moment of defeat, Zhang Mu felt angry and shouted angrily: "You are seeking death!"
"disease!"
Seeing two spiritual blades flying out, the Confucian cultivator was not afraid. On the contrary, he was even more proud to see Zhang Mu like this. You must know that half of the battle is strength and half of the character.
If he fights with you wholeheartedly, but your mind is filled with anger, then you have already lost half the battle.
But what he doesn't know is that Zhang Mu is a person who doesn't have a head on his shoulders?
He was wrong. After the spirit blade flew out, it hit the shield and failed to break it.
Then Zhang Mu's mouth moved, and he jumped up suddenly. The spirit sword in his hand quickly condensed the golden spirit, and his sharp eyes stared at one part of the shield.
The Confucianism cultivator was disapproving when he saw it. Could it be that even your golden brick weapon and talisman cannot break through the shield, but you can break it with just one move of swordsmanship?
This is what Zhang Mu wants from him, and he is a little too naive to play with his mind. You must know that Zhang Mu is not from this world, but has traveled through time, and his mind is much stronger than theirs.
I saw Zhang Mu's sea of consciousness surging crazily, and the power of the foundation-building stage suddenly exploded. All the monks around him were pushed out a few steps, with faces full of horror!
"Building...Foundation-building monk!"
Then he saw that the Confucian cultivator's face turned pale, and when his spiritual consciousness hit a spot on the shield, he suddenly felt a sense of death approaching, and his whole body could not help but tremble.
Seeing that its shield was controlled by divine consciousness, the words on it no longer moved.
At this time, Zhang Mu's Broken Sword Style also fell.
He raised the sword, put it down, sheathed the sword, and stood there with his hands behind his back, looking at the Confucian cultivator coldly.
But just when the Confucian cultivator realized that nothing happened and was about to insult him, a stream of blood spattered from his forehead.
The next moment, the body exploded with a bang, blood mist splashed everywhere, and the shield also dissipated.
"ah!"
"this..."
The monks around were stunned. They thought Zhang Mu's sword was just a loud thunder and a small drop of rain. However, seeing that the shield was not broken, the Confucian monk had already been killed?
Liu Li couldn't help but secretly raise his thumb when he saw it. It seemed that Zhang Mu had completely mastered this broken sword truth and could do whatever he wanted.
Zhang Mu ignored their amazed gazes, stretched out his hand to take back the spiritual blade, and the golden brick talisman flew back along with the talisman.
After putting everything away, he looked coldly at the remaining Confucian monks and said, "What else do you want?"
Several Confucian cultivators looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't dare to speak.
You must know that the most powerful of them, that is, the monk who just died, even those with similar strength do not dare to step forward. After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zhang Mu has a back-up plan.
What Zhang Mu wants is this result. Cultivation is not about how powerful you are, but how deep your cultivation is and how strong your strength is without revealing it. This is the truth that people dare not offend.
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"Fellow Taoist, in that case, I'm convinced. You can do whatever you want with this folding fan." After saying that, several people walked out of the cave hall with gloomy faces.
Although there are still many magic weapons, it is already like this. Do they still have the face and strength to compete with others?
Zhang Mu looked at the monks around him, patted Lin Han on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Han, break it!"
Lin Han frowned when he heard this, wasn't this a joke?
The shield that protects the magic weapon is so strong. The Confucian cultivators just now couldn't break it. How can I break it by myself?
Just when Lin Han was struggling, he heard: "Xiao Han, try your best to break it, I will handle everything."
Hearing this sentence, Lin Han seemed to have taken some reassurance, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said with his sword: "Yes."
Seeing Lin Han like this, Zhang Mu nodded secretly in his heart. This is also the reason why he loves him so much. That is, he has no betrayal and always knows that Brother Muzi will not harm him. He only knows what Brother Muzi said.
The sky is high and wider than the earth, so what is there to fear even if it means death?
Lin Han's body moved and he jumped up. The surrounding golden spirits surged violently, and finally condensed on the spirit sword, and slashed hard at the shield.
Seeing this, Zhang Mu's lips twitched, and he secretly activated the Xumo Cauldron to control the fire.
At this moment, Lin Han felt a sensation of heat in his body, as if he would be exploded if it didn't explode. He immediately understood that this was the reassurance Brother Muzi had given him.
"Haha!"
With a cry of surprise, Lin Han raised his sword and struck down with the rich golden spirit and flames.