Chapter 210: You do not understand the world of the prophets

"hiss!"
Mo Lan inhaled countless breaths, but the intense pain made him sorrowful on the ground.
This punch is not the heaviest punch he has ever taken, but it is definitely the pain he has ever suffered.
The pain made him impressed!
"Sorry, the wrong person, don't blame me, if you blame it, blame the Sanqingguan kid, saying that you hit me hard, and then secretly avoided."
Disciples of Tianxuanmen couldn't bear to glance at Mo Lan lying on the ground and then fled.
Yun Lanzong's disciples are numerous here. He doesn't want to be forcibly left, so it is better to go first.
"Accident, accident, the younger also left first."
After that, the disciple in Sanqingguan cast a subtle body expression and fled here.
"You ... ... don't leave !!!"
Lying on the ground, Mo Lan mourned, shouted, pain and resentment intertwined.
Mu Yu was sitting tightly and looking indifferent. It seemed that all that had happened in front of him had been expected.
At this time, the disciples of Zhongyun Lanzong only reacted. Mu Yu had already reminded Mo Lan that his egg was about to be broken.
How did he predict all this in advance?
The thought of everyone here was shocked.
"This this……"
They looked at Mu Yu, already frightened and speechless.
Nalan blinked her eyes beautifully, and looked at Mu Yu with curiosity.
auzw.com "You just invited the two people to deliberately harm Master Mo."
Ye Chen said coldly that he would not believe that Mu Yu had such strength and could even predict future events.
Hearing that everyone is suddenly realized, and only in this way can it make sense.
"The dignified son-in-law, it's too much to make such a despicable act! No matter how, you can't let people cut off their grandchildren." Several disciples of Yunlan Zong satire.
"Impossible, Brother Mu. He's not like this." Nalan Yan faced coldly, scolded.
"I also believe that Brother Mu is not such a person." Hu Qinfeng agreed.
"Anyway, I don't think I can get away with him." At this time, among the disciples of Zhongyun Lanzong, the young and handsome man, headed by the disciples, said.
He is the first of the seven pride of Yun Lanzong-Feng Yuhang, the first of Yun Lanzong's younger generation.
As soon as he exited, the other Yun Lanzong disciples dared not speak again.
Mu Yu was indifferent, saying: "You do n’t understand the world of the Prophet, let alone I have reminded him. If you blame him, blame him for being too low. Such an ordinary punch cannot be stopped. "
"You are crazy! My disciples Yunlan Zong are so embarrassing. They must be better than your Wuliang Zong. Do n’t think that you have won the first place in Lingtian Secret Realm, and think that the younger generation is invincible. I tell you, you are still bad It's far away. "
Feng Yuhang gritted his teeth to cut his teeth, and a sharp light shot suddenly in his eyes.
"I don't really think I am strong, but why are you all too weak to set off against you." Mu Yu held her chest with her hands, her face indifferent.
"Okay, that's better than our test and test, let you see how I, the 'weak', tortured you to the ground." Feng Yuhang's face was iron blue, she said in a deep voice.
"Boring, not interested." Mu Yu flatly refused.
There is nothing comparable to such a weak disciple.
There is an old saying that it is good to play chess with the smelly basket, and the more you smell the worse.
Mu Yu feels that if she tries against such a disciple, the fighting level will only decrease and decrease, which is not good for herself.
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