"Next time someone barks like this, I'll kill him directly."
Mu Bei didn't look back and spoke calmly.
Then, sheathed her sword and moved forward, just like taking a stroll.
"He is so strong!"
Behind him, Gong Xiaotian was stunned.
Finally, a look of loneliness appeared on his face. In contrast, it was obvious that he had been hit.
As for An Ran, he smiled bitterly.
He never expected that Mu Bei would suddenly intervene.
What was even more unexpected was that someone who was only at the middle level of Qi Condensation could kill high-level people with such ease.
Moreover, An Ran noticed that Xuan Chengtian was actually at the ninth level of Qi Condensation.
The entry of such strength made An Ran feel extremely embarrassed.
He is the third senior brother!
"Well, who makes you a peerless genius?"
An Ran thought this in her heart, and she felt relieved after thinking about it.
"This is your Zhenxuan Sect's peerless genius."
On the fourth floor of Wanbao Pavilion, Nan Aotian was sitting on a luxurious chair with a solemn expression.
"Yes, and he is the son of Tongtian Peak who has not been born in Zhenxuan Sect for thousands of years. He is revered on Tongtian Peak."
I don’t know when, the second true successor of Zhenxuan Peak, Shen Tianyu, climbed up to the young city master of Nantian.
And behind him, there were several true disciples accompanying him.
It’s all the true inheritance of Zhenxuan Peak!
"I take back what I said, he is unparalleled."
After realizing Mu Bei's true strength, Nan Aotian had to admit Mu Bei's strength.
Seeing this, Shen Tianyu's mouth twitched, feeling very unhappy.
The reason why he clings to Nan Aotian is of course more sophisticated. "It seems that Nan Aotian is not good either. Isn't it said that he is domineering and domineering? Why don't you provoke Mu Bei?"
Shen Tianyu's face remained calm, but his thoughts kept going on in his heart.
How did he know that as the son of Feitian and the young lord of Nantian City, his vision would not be weak.
He would not be polite to anyone he could offend, and would crush them directly. His main character was arrogant and domineering.
And those who cannot be offended will not be offended.
He also has his own pride and his own principles of conduct.
After all, he is not Feitian, let alone the first person in the south!
He knew this very well.
"Mr. Nan, if you go down, you will be one of the twelve seats."
Seemingly unwilling, Shen Tianyu spoke up again.
"There's nothing to argue about."
"Do you really think that after entering the twelve seats of the Spiritual Bell, you can understand some powerful secret method?"
"At most, there are some powerful killing techniques, and I don't lack them."
"Furthermore, I have been in and out of the twelve seats of the Spirit Bell countless times. What I should have understood has long been understood. What I cannot understand can only mean that I am not talented enough."
It is hard to imagine that as the son of Feitian and the number one person in Nantian, his main focus is to have a profound background and be sober in the world.
Hearing this, Shen Tianyu paused slightly and looked ugly.
Comparing people with each other makes people angry!
Nan Aotian was not as simple as he imagined!
Nor is he a domineering and playboy in the eyes of others.
He is domineering, a little but not much, but he will humiliate the family all over the world!
He is a dandy, a little but not much. He just hangs out, listens to music and watches dances in a brothel!
that is it!
"However, I am very curious as to which seat Mu Bei can enter in the Soul Bell."
"After all, the twelve seats at Lingzhong are already overcrowded, and they are full of real bullies."
At this time, Nan Aotian seemed to have thought of something and was very curious, with a playful look on his face.
On the third floor of Wanbao Pavilion, the spiritual bell was in full force. Countless young people were walking forward, dripping with sweat and extremely exhausted of their spiritual energy.
But in front of everyone, there was a young man taking a leisurely stroll.
Tap tap tap
As the sound of stepping came out, under the shocked eyes of all the young people, he took nine steps into the spiritual power.
One step further is the twelve seats of Lingzhong.
However, before his feet even stepped out, there was strong pressure on his face, preventing him from moving forward.
"Well, that's interesting!"
As if he noticed something, Mu Bei raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
The next moment, the spiritual sea surged and came out through the body.
Immediately afterwards, he stepped into the Wanbao spiritual light.
After the nine steps of Lingwei, there are twelve seats of Lingzhong.
Step by step, the atmosphere contained in each seat is different.
The closer to the front, the thicker and more mysterious its aura becomes.
It seems like a mysterious martial arts is evolving.
"Let me first see what's so mysterious about this twelfth seat."
Looking up, there were twelve seats in the small space, and there were figures sitting on each seat. It was obvious that someone had been comprehending here before Mu Bei entered.
With this thought in his mind, Mu Bei moved forward, and his huge palm came out of the light, "I'm sorry, I have my eye on this seat."
A faint voice sounded, and the power of the palm exploded into the sky, bursting out with the power of suppression.
bump
There was a faint roaring and collision sound, and a scarlet aura suddenly emerged.
"you wanna die!"
There was anger among the twelve seats.
"You get up on your own, or I invite you to get up."
Mu Bei's face was cold, and his voice was as cold as ice, penetrating into his heart.
"Do you know who I am?"
"What's the crime in disturbing my practice!"
"Are you sick? In the mortal world, truth is the greatest, and in worldly practice, fists are the greatest."
"I don't care what your identity is. If you don't come out, I will beat you out."
Mu Bei is very strange. There are always some people in this world who feel good about themselves.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Bei exploded with spiritual power and struck out with the power of his body.
Puff puff
Almost upon contact, the sound of a young man vomiting blood could be heard repeatedly.
"Um, Qi Condensation Intermediate Level, how did you get in?"
With just one blow, the boy was squeezed out, and Mu Bei was even more surprised by his cultivation.
Not everyone is like him, who can enter the twelve seats of the Spiritual Bell with the ability of intermediate Qi Condensation.
"Bold gangster, if you see me, you will retreat quickly."
"I am Nan Xiaohou, the young prince of Nantian. I order you to retreat."
"Now! Immediately! Immediately!"
Nan Xiaohou held the Lingxiao Order in his hand and spoke out in grief and anger.
"It turns out he is a second-generation official."
Feeling the breath of true spirit emanating from the Lingxiao Order, Mu Bei understood immediately.
"Young Master, forget it, I want this seat. If you want to play, go somewhere else!"
Mu Bei didn't care at all about the Lingxiao Order or the Marquis of Nantian. He was not from Nantian.
So, with those sad and angry eyes, he slowly sat down, meditated, adjusted his breath, and felt the breath.
"Just wait for me. I'll go out and call someone now. If you can, don't come out for the rest of your life."
Seeing that Ling Xiao's order was useless, Nan Xiaohou was furious and said harsh words.
Finally, he turned around and left, just like that, he walked out of the twelve seats of the Lingzhong, his face was extremely ugly.
"What's going on? Didn't the Ten Thousand Treasures Bell just open today? How could there be twelve seats in the Bell?"
"Yes, except for the boy just now, I didn't see anyone enter it before."
...
The appearance of Nan Xiaohou aroused discussion among everyone present.
A pair of scrutinizing and suspicious eyes stared at Nan Xiaohou.
"Shut up, everyone, I'm so annoying."
"Scream again and I will kill you with the Lingxiao Order."
When the spirit enters the Lingxiao Order, a unique breath of true spirit bursts out, shocking the entire audience.
Nan Xiaohou's young and tender face looked frustrated and very angry.
