Chapter 350: Pull hatred

Mu Yang patted the back of his hand, and looked at Hou Ping who was absent in the distance meaningfully, and shook the back of his hand provocatively, "Then, I will accept your points."
　　 Hou Ping, who was so excited by Mu Yang, who could not calm his mind, spouted a mouthful of old blood again, fainted and fell into the snow, and was gradually buried in the university.
　　 Muyang turned around casually, wandered away with his hands on his back.
　　 Being delayed by Hou Ping for such a while, it slowed Mu Yang's progress. After walking not far, Mu Yang began to speed up again. Brother Gou told him that someone else had entered the Bafang battlefield one after another.
　　The third one to enter was Yudingzong. Among them, Jia Yong, who was second in refining medicine, seemed to be not far from Muyang.
　　 But this guy is the ninth stage of the real Spirit Vein Realm. Mu Yang originally planned to find Chen Lingfeng and then deal with him.
"Forget it, the Battle of the Eight Sides has just begun. Even if I can defeat him, it will take a lot of effort. Maybe I will be injured. It is not worth it. If it is missed by others, the gain is not worth the loss. Wait. "
　　 It's still early anyway, and the marks of the first batch of people won't disappear until today, and Muyang still has plenty of time.
　　 So, he still followed the original plan, all the way towards Dongfang Junyao.
　　 However, Luoyue and Old Xue who were in the square at this moment really sweated Muyang
　　 They are not limited by their field of vision, and the location of each of them can be clearly seen here.
　　 And Muyang and Dongfang Junyao were almost arranged in the westernmost and easternmost directions respectively.
　　 Among them, there are quite a few opponents, and there are many of them in the spirit wheel realm.
　　 If Mu Yang just rushes forward blindly, it is very likely to be in trouble.
　　 After the battle between Muyang and Hou Ping ended, the others didn't pay much attention to Muyang.
　　 They didn't realize that Muyang could accurately lock Dongfang Junyao's position, and every step he took had its purpose.
　　Because the distance between the two of them is too far, no one would think that Muyang has the ability to locate others. After all, for a Maotou boy in the spiritual realm, this is simply a fantasy.
　　 They are just a little bit strange, Mu Yang doesn't seem to be greatly affected by the low temperature? In the battle, his movements are more consistent, and it is preliminary estimated that he may use spiritual power to keep warm.
Muyang finally took a few elixirs to replenish energy. It should not be wrong, and Muyang only took elixirs to eliminate their worries. The secret of warming the baby, only a few that can be dragged, there is no show off yet. necessary.
　　 Therefore, these masters only shift their attention to other more interesting places.
　　 In the woods, Mu Yang was walking, but was suddenly stopped by Brother Dog.
　　 Brother Gou said solemnly: "Wait, we may change our plan."
"what happened?"
"I just sensed that the distance between you and Dongfang Junyao is too far. Even if there are more than 300 contestants, even if they are spread out, there will be a possibility of encountering them. I don't believe there is no one at such a distance. If you keep going, you will probably run into someone you can’t handle.

　　 Muyang grabbed his scalp and said in a puzzled way: "I know, but it's okay to be careful. Anyway, there are small motorcycles, so I'm not afraid that I can't run."
　　Even Dongfang Junyao, the fastest, has never ran Muyang. In terms of speed, he doesn't need anyone at all.
　　 But Brother Gou shook his head and pointed to the north: "There is a mark that is quite close to you, and unlike others, he has hardly moved since he came to the present."
　　 Muyang looked to the north, there was nothing but dense fog and trees, "Who is there?"
　　 "It should also belong to the Ziyang Palace, but who it is, I forgot, but it should be a guy in the eighth level of the Spirit Vessel Realm."
　　 Muyang was a little surprised, "The people from Ziyang Palace have come in? I've been running for so long, and I haven't gotten out of this jungle yet, really."
　　 The night before, Mu Yang left a mark on the three people in Ziyang Palace. All of them are the eighth level of the Spirit Vein Realm, so there should be no mistake if they don't cultivate.
　　 Unlike the people of the Infinite Sect, the Ziyang Palace disciples will be affected by the temperature here, so their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. The Spirit Vein Realm is the eighth level, and Muyang is not inevitable.
　　 There is another thing that makes Mu Yang more concerned, that is, this Ziyang Palace disciple has not moved since he came in.
　　Why is he staying where he is?
　　 Under normal circumstances, shouldn’t you hurry up and look for the altar?
　　 Is it possible to sit on the floor and start practicing? Impossible, now is not the time to practice.
　　 Muyang snapped his fingers, and looked at the corners of Brother Dog’s mouth. He thought he knew what Brother Dog was thinking.
　　 "Are you trying to say that he is very likely to be beside the spiritual altar?"
　　 "Yes! This is the most reasonable explanation. They are different from you. Your goal is to find the mark, and the other seven sects want to find the spiritual altar."
　　 Muyang has actually forgotten the final task of the team battle. Occupying the spiritual altar is too difficult for Luoyuegu.
　　 But, now it seems that there is an opportunity presented to me.
　　 Anyway, I can’t find Dongfang Junyao for a while, so why don’t you just collect a spiritual altar?
　　 Mu Yang was thinking about it, suddenly a red light rose from nowhere, and went straight into the sky!
　　 is in a very high position, transformed into a row of huge and eye-catching words!
　　"The number of the spiritual altar occupied by Ziyang Palace: one~EbookFREE.me~ Mu Yang's eyes widened, looking at the eye-catching scarlet letter, "This is too much hatred. "
　　 Muyang was still thinking about how the contestants should know the occupation of the spiritual altar, but he didn't expect it to be announced so directly.
A position as high as 　　 should be visible in every corner of the entire battlefield.
　　 You don't need to guess, all the contestants must have been boiling now, and they must have speeded up their search for the altar without knowing it.
　　 Muyang rubbed his hands, and then thought about the Yudingzong disciple who was not far away from him, and he had some thoughts in his heart: "Brother Dog, let's go and see."
　　 Muyang turned into a remnant wind, and a splendid snow mist rolled up wherever he passed and disappeared into the jungle.
　　 On the square at this time, the people of Ziyang Palace smiled one after another. They looked at the shining altar in the picture with satisfaction.
　　 The first spiritual altar in the Bafang battlefield was raised by their disciples. This is also a kind of glory.
　　 "Haha, Ye Cheng's luck is really good, he found the spiritual altar as soon as he came in."
　　 "That's not right, luck is also part of the strength, more than 300 contestants, only he was passed to the spiritual altar."
　　 "Wait, who is that person?"
　　 Suddenly, someone pointed at a trace in the forest, that person seemed to be heading towards Yecheng!
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