When Lu Can raised his head and saw it, he couldn't help but be shocked.
He suddenly reached out and patted the storage bag on his waist, and a dark yellow magic talisman appeared in his hand, and he patted it on his chest very quickly.
When Zhang Mu's Broken Sword Style fell, a dark yellow shield appeared on Lu Can's body, which was obviously the effect of the spiritual talisman just now.
Seeing this, Zhang Mu used all his strength and shouted: "Break it for me."
As the sword fell, the dark yellow shield collapsed instantly, but Lu Can also took advantage of this time to escape.
Before Zhang Mu could make another attack, Lu Can patted the storage bag with a very cold expression, and a half-inch small sword appeared in his hand.
"Go to hell."
Lu Canli shouted, and the small sword in his hand was immediately thrown out and flew towards Zhang Mu.
"ah..."
Zhang Mu still doesn’t know what this is, but he knew it clearly from reading novels in his previous life. Isn’t this the flying sword spiritual weapon in the world of immortality?
Thinking of this, Zhang Mu couldn't care less and suddenly fell down on the ground beside him.
He felt as if the flying sword was grazing his scalp and flew past, and a strand of broken hair fell on the stage. Zhang Mu lay on the ground and sighed for a while. If it had been a second later, he would have been separated from this world forever.
But he also knew that now was not the time to sigh, so he turned around and saw the flying sword turning around and flying over.
"Damn, it's over." As he said this, he rolled over in a very embarrassed state.
I just feel like the flying sword stabs me down again and again, always just a little bit close to being over, but continuing like this is not an option.
"No, this Lu Can is just a monk in the first stage of Qi refining, and the spiritual power in his body will definitely not last long."
Thinking of this, Zhang Mu felt that he had finally seen the light in the darkness, and his body started to dodge as if on stimulants.
Lu Can's face slowly became ugly, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He probably couldn't hold on much longer.
"No, the spiritual power in the body is almost exhausted."
Then Lu Can freed up a hand and slapped it on the storage bag. A green talisman appeared in his hand, and he threw it at Zhang Mu without thinking.
Zhang Mu, who was still dodging, tensed up instinctively, and when he looked at the vine branches on his body, his expression changed drastically.
He suddenly looked up and saw the flying sword stabbing his chest.
"Ah uh..."
The flying sword pierced the chest without stopping. Zhang Mu's body seemed to be drained dry, but he still gritted his teeth and broke the vine branches and stood up.
"Hmph, you can go die." After saying that, his gesture changed and the flying sword flew towards him again.
Looking at the flying sword flying in step by step, Zhang Mu said helplessly: "Is this the end?"
At this moment, Zhang Mu's eyes suddenly opened wide and he was looking at Lu Can.
"Scared!" Lu Can couldn't help but gasped when Zhang Mu stared at him like this.
"It's just a dying struggle, go die."
At this time, Feijian seemed to have sensed Lu Can's order, and sprinted over with increased speed.
Then Zhang Mu quickly turned around and reached out to hold the flying sword, and suddenly a heartbreaking pain came. Blood drops continued to drip on the fighting stage, and each drop would spatter a blood flower.
Zhang Mu's mind is now blank, and the pain in his hand has numbed his brain. Now his whole arm seems to be useless, and he can't feel anything at all.
Just listen to him say dullly: "Lu Can, I want you to die."
Lu Can was really a little scared after hearing this. This flying sword of his was a real spiritual weapon. Even a monk in the middle stage of weapon refining would not dare to take it. How could this Mu hold the flying sword tightly in his hand?
I saw the black mark on Zhang Mu's forehead flicker, and suddenly he felt a splitting headache. He covered his head and started to tremble and groan.
Lu Can swallowed his saliva when he saw it, and said with a smile, "Don't scare me, you are dead today." After saying that, he rushed over with the spiritual sword.
But at the moment he set off.
He heard Zhang Mu roar suddenly, five colors of light emitted from his forehead, and a rainbow-like light shot out.
Lu Can felt a pain in his heart, stopped, looked down, and opened his mouth in disbelief.
I saw a gash in his heart, about the size of a fist, but there was no trace of blood and it was not very scary.
When Old Man Lu Li saw him, he stood up suddenly and shouted: "Nephew...little bastard, I will kill you." After saying that, he disappeared from the spot with a movement.
When Mo Xiaotian and Master Song saw them, they quickly stood up on the wooden chairs and rushed towards Zhang Mu one after another.
But even this was not as fast as the old man Lu Li. Zhang Mu only felt a black shadow appear, and then his heart hurt as if it had been bitten by a wild beast.
"Forehead..."
Only then did he clearly see the ferocious old man Lu Li in front of him, but he also gradually lost consciousness.
Just when he was about to faint, Sun Xiao shouted loudly: "Muzi, golden gourd."
"Golden gourd?"
Zhang Mu looked confused at this moment, and then he opened his eyes suddenly and quickly reached out and dug into his arms.
Seeing the golden gourd in his hand, Zhang Mu pulled out the stopper of the gourd to the old man Lu Li without thinking, and the sound of a spring came out instantly.
Old man Lu Li's expression changed, he slapped Zhang Mu on the body, and he immediately fell to a place on the fighting stage, spurting blood.
Although old man Lu Li struck quickly enough, more than a dozen golden blades still pierced his body.
Although he was a monk in the foundation-building stage, he didn't take Zhang Mu seriously at all, and he didn't take any precautions, so he was attacked.
Lu Li covered his chest and shouted softly, and a dozen golden blades flew out of his body. A dozen streams of black blood were also sprayed out.
"Little bastard, let's see how I deal with you."
Just when Lu Li was about to take action, Mo Xiaotian came to his side and suddenly grabbed the hand he wanted to fight out.
"Nonsense, Lu Li, do you know what you are doing?"
Lu Li saw Lu Can's heart penetrated at this moment, and he didn't care who was in front of him. With a wave of his hand, he opened Mo Xiaotian and rushed straight towards Zhang Mu.
When Liu Li and the other two saw him, they rushed forward with roars, but they couldn't keep up with Lu Li's speed.
After seeing Lu Li getting closer and closer, Zhang Mu helplessly closed his eyes, waiting for him to give him a fatal blow.
But at this moment, a loud shout came.
"Lu Li, stop it."
Lu Li was originally in a very angry mood, but after hearing this sound, he felt as if he was struck by thunder and lightning, and stood there with a look of respect on his face.
"Master Nephew Mo Xiaotian, respect Master Sun."
"Disciple Song Yuan, I respectfully welcome Master Sun."
"disciple..."
At this time, a man in green clothes was seen standing on the fighting stage. He shocked everyone with his emotionless look. He was obviously the type to show his composure without anger.
Thinking about it, wouldn't it be possible for Mo Xiaotian, who is in the Golden Core stage, to call him uncle, a monk in the Nascent Soul stage?
Let's not talk about anything else, let's just say that Qingfeng Valley has two Nascent Soul Stage monks, one is the current Valley Master, and the other is Sun Xing in front of him.
"It was a good promotion competition, how did it end up like this?"
Mo Xiaotian was at a loss and said: "Back to Master, uncle, this..."
"Okay. Lu Li, the promotion competition is about life and death. Since your nephew is defeated and defeated, how can you show up?"
Lu Li said tremblingly: "Master...Uncle, I understand that I was wrong."
At this moment, Liu Li and the others came to Zhang Mu and shouted anxiously: "Muzi, Muzi..."
"Ahem..." He opened his eyes and said with a nice face, "It's okay, I won't die."
Liu Li nodded and said nothing, obviously suppressing the hatred in his heart for old man Lu Li.
"Lizi, help me up."
Liu Li quickly stretched out his hand to help Zhang Mu up. Only then did he see the appearance of the person coming.
The person who came here seemed to be less than 20 or 30 years old, but the vicissitudes of life could be seen in his eyes, giving people a sense of incomprehension and incomprehension.
After seeing Zhang Mu stand up, Lu Li said harshly: "You bastard, you didn't kneel down when you saw the elder."
After hearing this, Zhang Mu glared at Lu Li, not paying attention to the elder at all.
When Lu Li saw this, he wanted to open his mouth again, but before he could speak, someone stopped him.
"Shut up, take your nephew and go back to think about it."
"yes."
Lu Li turned around and glared at Zhang Mu, then came to Lu Can on the ground, picked him up and flew out with a mournful face.
Then the man waved his hand and said: "The winner has been decided. This time I advance to the competition, this boy wins."
After Mo Xiaotian heard this, he quickly looked at Master Song and said, "Master Song, I haven't announced it yet."
"Ah..." Uncle Song obviously didn't react.
Sun Xing waved his hand and said: "No, it's all gone."
"Yes, Uncle Master." As he said that, Mo Xiaotian and others dispersed.
After everyone left, Zhang Mu said with a grim expression: "Thank you, Master, for saving my life. Disciple, please leave."
With that said, Liu Li helped Zhang Mu to leave, but before he could leave, he was stopped by this person.
"The three of you go back first. You still have something to say with me."
After hearing this, Liu Li frowned and said, "Master, Muzi..."
The man said impatiently: "Why, you can't hear what I'm saying."
Zhang Mu saw it, shook his head and said: "It's okay, Lizi, you go back first."
Seeing what Zhang Mu said, Liu Li had no choice but to nod and lead Sun Xiao and Lin Han down. However, he was a little worried after taking a few steps and looked back.
At this moment, the man turned over his hand and took out a pill, and whispered: "Open your mouth."
Zhang Mu didn't know why, but he opened his mouth obediently, and felt a pill falling into his mouth, gradually melting and sliding down his throat.
"How are you? Do you feel better?"
Zhang Mu moved his hands and feet. Although he was still in severe pain, he was no longer as weak as before.
After looking at this person, he suddenly knelt on the ground and said, "Thank you, Master, for giving me the elixir. I feel much better."
"Well, it's okay."
Hearing this, Zhang Mu asked hesitantly: "I wonder if the master left a disciple behind, what do you want the disciple to do?"
"Ha... follow me first." Sun Xing waved his hand and disappeared with Zhang Mu, already flying dozens of meters away.
...
In a very clean cave, Sun Xing from the sect was sitting above him, and Zhang Mu was standing beside him, not daring to speak.
"Why did this person bring me here? Is he trying to practice some evil skills..."
Zhang Mu looked more and more evil at this moment. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, and his movements were obviously very cautious.