Chapter 352: The scale is in place

Ye Cheng had participated in the competition of refining tools before, and he had a total of three points. Now, all of them belong to Muyang!
　　 This breath time has become the key to his failure, but he has no memory of this breath time.
　　From Ye Cheng's perspective, Mu Yang was still some distance away from him, but he hit him in the abdomen in an instant, knocked him to the ground, and even the golden body formation would be broken.
　　 This means that he has been "killed" by Mu Yang!
　　 From Muyang's start to some action, to win points, only a few breaths!
　　 There is a big gap between the two realms! He couldn't figure out why Mu Yang had such terrifying strength and speed.
　　 Until he was defeated, he was still dazed.
　　 Even if he was crushed by Muyang during the refining competition, how come he was beaten by Muyang when he was a little stronger now? No, it's not a defeat at all, because he doesn't even have a chance to shoot!
　　 Not only was Ye Cheng dumbfounded, everyone in the square was almost dumbfounded.
　　 They thought that there would be an anxious battle just like when Mu Yang was playing against Hou Ping, but with a sigh, Mu Yang actually knocked Ye Cheng to the ground.
　　 Is this really the strength that the sixth level of the Spiritual Vessel should have?
　　The thing they can't figure out the most is why Ye Cheng didn't choose defense when it was the most critical moment, but watched Mu Yang hit him, but was indifferent?
　　 Is it difficult? Is he playing a fake match? Is there any underground transaction between Ziyang Palace and Luoyue Valley?
　　 Muyang and Ye Cheng didn't expect that they had met each other in just a short time, and they had already begun to make the five major alliances suspicious of each other.
　　 But Ye Cheng really wanted to say that he was wronged. He didn't know what was wrong just now. It was only that Mu Yang's speed suddenly increased, and he had no time to defend.
　　 Anyway, all kinds of speculations have been formed in the hearts of the elders.
　　 Only Luoyue nodded slightly and smiled, seeming to see through everything.
　　 Little raccoon asked quietly, "Sister, why is Brother Smelly so strong? They are so weak."
　　 Luoyue smiled and replied: "Because he knows how to use time."
　　 "Time?" Xiao Tan was puzzled, not knowing what Luo Yue was talking about.
　　......
Mu Yang looked at the number on the back of his hand from "twelve" to "fifteen", and smiled with satisfaction: "Hey, you are not bad, you are worth more than Hou Ping, I remember your name is Ye Cheng, right? "
　　 Ye Cheng clutched his abdomen, still a little hard to accept the fact that he had failed: "Muyang, what a good guy is a sneak attack! Play a fair fight with me!"
　　 "Okay, I'll fight until you take it."
　　 Muyang pinched his finger bones, smiled maliciously, and walked towards Ye Cheng step by step.
Seeing Muyang moving really, he panicked a bit, raised his right hand and waved it repeatedly, and kept backing away, muttering: "Hey! What are you doing! I mean waiting for me to recover! Now it's unfair to beat me! I just got beaten. You were injured, and now you can’t even show half of your strength, you...don’t worry! Forget it, no...nothing, ah! I’ll go, don’t slap your face!"
Mu Yang will not let go of this good opportunity. Ye Cheng's words are true. Mu Yang really wounded him seriously just now and didn't have any strength at all. After all, the opponent's realm is a bit high, and Mu Yang must ensure that he can be foolproof. Under the circumstances, the golden body magic circle was broken, so the Dragon Burial God had exhausted all his strength.
　　 For the unsuspecting Ye Cheng, this is undoubtedly fatal.
　　 So that when Muyang beat him violently, he was unable to resist at all, and could only mourn in pain.
　　 Muyang's purely physical violent attack, even the elders of Ziyang Palace couldn't stand it anymore, they covered their eyes and couldn't bear to look directly.
　　 They wanted to protest, but what Mu Yang is doing now is completely within the scope of the rules.
　　 Muyang's every punch will avoid the critical point and will seriously injure people, but it will never kill anyone, and the scale is quite well grasped.
Mu Yang was so prosperous, Old Xue was inevitably happy and proud, but in front of Ziyang Palace, he still couldn't act too presumptuously. He was holding his smile very hard, while Cong Rong could not care about so much, waving his little boy. Fenquan smiled and praised: "Muyang, this kid is really not bad, he will relieve his anger when he looks at it! Good fight!"
　　 Shuotian also nodded and said: "Muyang, this kid, still likes to use these damage tricks, but his performance is quite remarkable."
　　 On the ice, Ye Cheng wanted to escape, but couldn't escape. As soon as he got up, he would be dragged back by Mu Yang and continue to be beaten. This inhuman torture lasted a full cup of tea.
　　 Yecheng has a blue nose and a swollen face, and one of his front teeth has been knocked out.
　　 He held up his right hand and said vaguely, "I'm crazy! I'm crazy, don't mess with it!"
Mu Yang then stopped the iron fist that was about to fall on his face, turned into a palm, and patted his cheek lightly, "Hey, that's right. If you said earlier, you don't have to suffer so much flesh. Suffering?"
　　 "I... I have said it many times."
While 　　 was being beaten, he kept talking, but Mu Yang ignored it as if he hadn't heard it.
　　 Muyang's real purpose is of course not to persuade him, but to maimed him!
　　 In this case, he would no longer pose a threat to other people in Luoyue Valley.
　　 Not only that~EbookFREE.me~ Mu Yang also forced him to hand over the storage bag and snatched all the spiritual stones in it, completely running through his usual robber style.
　　More than that, he even took out all the banners belonging to Ziyang Palace in his storage bag!
　　 "Hey, then you can't grab the spiritual altar, right?"
　　At this time, he suddenly regretted a little bit. When he defeated Hou Ping just now, he seemed to have forgotten to take his banner away.
However, after putting all these flags into his trading space, he thought of another idea. If he and Dongfang Junyao could other people's flags, then they wouldn't be able to make up the number of spiritual altars. ?
　　 "Hahaha, I'm such a clever ghost."
　　 But before that, he wants to take this spiritual altar first.
　　 He kicked Ye Cheng aside, then walked up the steps, pulled down the Ziyang Palace flag, put it in the trading space, and put it in the trading space, and put it in the unified custody of the dog, so that there is no need to worry about Ye Cheng thumping again.
　　 However, this is not considered an occupation, it is just pulled down, and this place still belongs to Ziyang Palace.
　　 Muyang had to insert his own banner and hold the banner with both hands for ten breaths.
　　 After ten breaths, the line of words in the sky began to change.
　　 "The number of spiritual altars occupied by Lunar Valley: one; the number of spiritual altars occupied by Ziyang Palace: zero!"
　　 Muyang raised the corner of his mouth, patted his and left, leaving only Ye Cheng alone, looking at the spiritual altar, crying alone.