Chapter 348: Not on 1 channel

A pile of snow fell from above, and there was still the sound of leaves and salsa.
　　 Muyang raised his head and stared at the top, the Desolate Eye Surgery unfolded!
　　 Through the dense branches and leaves, Mu Yang saw a figure standing on a branch high up!
　　 Muyang still doesn't understand, this must have been deliberately arranged by the Infinite Sect.
　　 I said before, everyone will be scattered, but this sentence is very vague, giving the camera room to operate.
　　 This person was obviously assigned to deal specifically with Muyang.
　　 Muyang sneered: "Hehe, I really think I'm a soft persimmon, so I arranged a seventh level of the spiritual vein realm, tusk tusk."
　　Muyang can actually crush him if he uses spicy spicy strips in normal times.
　　 But due to the restrictions of the rules, Mu Yang can only rely on his own strength.
　　 After such a long time of training, Mu Yang has long been no longer the little brat who had just entered the martial arts and didn't understand anything. Now that this person has come to the door, Mu Yang doesn't mind giving them a predicament.
　　 "Dragon Burying God Finger!"
　　 Muyang's fingertips turned towards the sky, and with a shot, golden light penetrated the branches and rushed directly towards the figure.
　　 Under Mu Yang's persecution, this disciple of the Infinite Sect had to jump off the branch and appeared in front of Mu Yang.
　　 This person is thin, half a head shorter than Mu Yang, and his skin is dark, his squinted eyes are almost narrowed, and there is a mouthful of protruding teeth.
　　 This person Mu Yang had seen him. He had mingled with Jiang Chao before, and had taunted Mu Yang with Jiang Chao.
　　 In the past three days, Mu Yang has not been idle, and occasionally learned some information about his opponent.
　　 This person is named Hou Ping. He has been in the Infinite Sect for two years. This year, he has finally won the qualifications for the Battle of the Eight directions.
　　 Hou Ping folded his hands on his chest, and asked with disdain: "Muyang, you have some skills, how did you find me?"
　　 "......"
　　 Muyang really doesn't want to talk to him, how did he ask about this kind of mental retardation?
　　 With such a big movement just now, the snow has fallen, okay? Did your teacher teach you to hide? I'm so embarrassed to ask how you discovered it, is it you exposed yourself?
　　 Muyang pinched his eyebrows, feeling as if he had a mental retardation: "Oh, let's talk, what do you want?"
　　 Hou Ping burst into laughter suddenly, laughing forward and backward.
　　 "..." What's so funny? Mu Yang felt that he didn't seem to be on the same channel as him. This person's brain designation had something wrong.
He laughed for a while, then pointed at Mu Yang, and said righteously: "Hey! A who dares to bully the disciples of the Infinite Sect in the territory of my Infinite Sect. It's a deceitful deception. Today I represent Infinite Sect. Zong, come here to give you the punishment you deserve, prepare to die!"
　　 "......"
　　 A cold wind blew by, and the scene was very quiet for a time. It seemed that there were a few crows in my ears.
Mu Yang half-folded his eyelids and didn't know how to communicate with this mentally retarded. Mu Yang felt that the senior management of the Infinite Sect definitely had a misunderstanding about his strength, and sent such a mentally retarded thing to deal with him. Mu Yang didn't even have it. Interested in fighting him.
　　 "Look at my weapon!"
　　 Hou Ping didn't seem to be aware of his embarrassment at all. He still stepped down, clenched his fists, and stretched forward.
The golden light gathered on the fist, the fist stretched out and turned into a palm with the palm facing upward. Then, the storage bag hung around his waist slowly flew to his left palm under the traction of spiritual power, and then he used it Reached in with his right hand and took a mess.
Mu Yang drooped his shoulders this time, and couldn't help but vomit: "The result of such a big battle is just a storage bag! What's the difference between this and you just take it off! Hey! I thought you were going to summon something. Something!"
　　 "Ah! I found it!"
　　 Hou Ping twitched his right hand, and he took out a two-meter-long iron rod.
　　 The whole body of the stick is silver, and it can be clearly seen that there are seven spiritual patterns drawn on it, which are fastened like iron rings on both ends of the stick.
　　 Muyang already regretted driving him down just now, so he should just run away and get rid of him.
　　 He only has a few points, and Mu Yang didn't want to waste his energy.
　　 However, this is the first battle after entering the battlefield. Ah Yue should pay attention to it, so he has to perform well.
　　 So, he took out his Longyang Sword calmly and confronted Hou Ping.
　　 In fact, it was exactly as Mu Yang had guessed.
　　 In the entire Bafang battlefield, only Mu Yang's side, where the battle broke out, was considered symbolic.
　　 As the first battle of this eight-party battle team battle, it naturally received high attention.
　　 Wuxuan even zoomed in on the image of this area so that the people present could see the details more clearly.
　　 Elder Guo of the Jade Ding Sect, muttered: "Hehe, this little man is going to suffer."
　　 This was heard by an elder of the Infinite Sect, and he felt as if he was shameless. Why, the disciples of Luoyuegu are superior? "Why did Elder Guo say this?"
　　 Elder Guo touched his hair, and sighed: "You don't know, this kid has a lot of methods, and you will see later."
　　 "Huh, let's just wait and see."
　　......
　　 Although Muyang is unwilling to fight him, but the arrow is on the line~EbookFREE.me~ I have to post it, and just deal with it as soon as possible.
　　 The interesting thing is that the spiritual powers of these two people are both golden. When the two golden lights collide, which is stronger and weaker?
Although Hou Ping was thin, he was very domineering in the fight. He swung a two-meter-long iron rod towards Mu Yang, "Ha! One inch long and one inch strong, dare to use a sword when fighting with me, you have already lost Up!"
Mu Yang’s desolate pupil technique is always on. His eyes are piercing and energetic. With this vision, he can see the details of the opponent’s movements more clearly and react accordingly. In his eyes, even the opponent's movements have slowed down.
　　 Facing Hou Ping's attack, Mu Yang didn't even intend to move, he just smiled and looked at the stick, quietly waiting for it to fall.
　　 "How about it! Be scared! Just accept the punishment like this!"
　　 Seeing that the iron rod was about to hit Mu Yang's head, Hou Ping had even predicted the stimulating scene of blood flowing.
　　 But the next moment, Mu Yang's body was like a feather, just withdrawing lightly, he easily avoided the attack.
　　 Hou Ping only felt like he was hitting feathers.
　　 That's right, this is exactly what Muyang has just mastered for a long time!
After evading Hou Ping’s attack, Mu Yang touched snow on his toes and floated to Hou Ping’s left side. He looked at Hou Ping with a smile. This smile made people feel chill on his back. He asked in a provocative tone. Said: "Don't you understand the truth that one inch is short and one inch is risky?"