The young man's face changed: "Sword cultivator."
No wonder you are not afraid of him at all, you can challenge him more and more.
He, Hua Yingtian, would let Mo Yuheng know that the gap in cultivation level was irreparable.
"Hmph, you are so arrogant at a young age, I will teach your parents a lesson."
He is young and very talented, so he may have some background.
But he, Hua Yingtian, is from the Hua family in Liancheng, and he has foundation building and even a golden elixir to rule.
He, Hua Yingtian, is afraid of mere juniors, and he is also afraid of others with his background.
As soon as he finished speaking, a giant drummer appeared here holding two drumsticks and looking at Mo Yuheng with a keen eye.
A mallet hit the giant drum with a sound, and the sound waves spread out. Many people heard the sound and felt their ears buzzing. Mortals couldn't bear it, rolled their heads and fell to the ground. Their eardrums were ruptured as they kept rolling.
My ears were bleeding, and when I reacted, my ears were buzzing and I couldn't hear any sound. It seemed like the world was so quiet and silent.
Mo Yuheng had extraordinary knowledge and took precautions in time to seal his ears so as not to be affected.
He quickly stepped back, holding the hilt of his sword tightly.
The color is very ugly, and the fight between them affects the surrounding mortals.
Unexpectedly, it was disgusting that the other party did not treat people as human beings, which aroused the raging anger in Mo Yuheng's heart.
The sword force radiated from his whole body and he fiercely pressed towards the opponent.
Behind their backs, formations have been quietly arranged around them. Don't even think about the fight between them affecting innocent people.
Hua Yingtian's expression changed drastically. He didn't expect that the other party would suddenly realize the power of the sword at such a young age.
This sword force almost pushed him down and aroused his anger.
Hua Yingtian was furious, holding two drumsticks in his hands: "Dong dong dong..."
With a rapid hammering, the male servant and the boy who were standing next to him in a panic also fell to the ground and cried in each other's arms.
It was very embarrassing to keep turning over.
Mo Yuheng was also affected and suffered severe pain in her ears. Fortunately, she reacted in time and her ears were not broken by the attack.
But she was also uncomfortable at the moment. Such a pervasive voice made her very defensive and irritating.
"Hahaha, damn girl, let me see how you take the move. Don't think that your cultivation speed is faster than others, or that your talent is better than others, and you don't know that the outside world is more dangerous and terrifying than you think. I am not an elder in your family. I will always consider and protect you for you."
Speaking of such arrogance, the drum hammer in his hand kept beating rhythmically.
Mo Yuheng looked at his son and the servant with no intention of reminding him. It was not her fault anyway.
It was the other party's own fault that caused harm to one of his own. I'm really looking forward to what kind of expression he will have when he reacts.
She is not afraid that the opponent can use the formation to subdue the opponent directly, but she needs to practice her own skills and her ability to respond at any time.
Moreover, it is even rarer to encounter such people who know how to attack with music. I am sure that I will not be unable to fight back if I meet such people in the future.
Mo Yuheng sealed his ears, and even a trace of air could not get in. How could sound travel without air?
Originally, she wanted to use this method to seal the other party, but she didn't do it.
Hua Yingtian thought that his cultivation level was two levels higher than that of his opponent and he was extremely proud of it.
In the family, his talent is not good enough, and he is unwilling and resentful of those who are more talented than him. This brat is one of them.
Today I am going to teach her a lesson.
"Dong dong dong dong..." Hua Yingtian kept beating the drum, making a dull sound. His heart seemed to be following the rhythm of the sound of the giant drum, and he was being led by the other party.
As the thumping sound kept beating, it became faster and faster, faster and faster.
When Mo Yuheng attacked the sound wave, the long sword in his hand kept attacking and the sword light quickly blocked one after another, preventing the attack from hitting him.
No matter in terms of speed or attack, he was no weaker than Hua Yingtian, who was at the eighth level of Qi training.
Hua Yingtian frowned and beat the giant drum harder, unleashing the biggest attacks week after week, attacking Mo Yuheng intensively.
Mo Yuheng attacked his shoulders and legs. He was bleeding and injured, but he was still able to fight to block the attack.
Hua Yingtian's face changed drastically and she exclaimed: "How is that possible?"
Mo Yuheng's basic swordsmanship seemed to be in a state of selfless enlightenment and he couldn't extricate himself.
Each move was stronger than the last, Hua Yingtian was overwhelmed, and was almost stabbed in the heart by Mo Yuheng's move.
He hurriedly retreated to the left. One sleeve and the skin were pierced by a sword and taken away. His face turned pale and he was shocked.
"Damn girl."
"Before you deal with someone else, you have to pay the price of being killed."
This sentence can make people angry to death, and Hua Yingtian is angry.
Once again, he refused to admit defeat and beat the giant drum hard, making a series of drumming sounds. Mo Yuheng defeated them one by one, as if Mo Yuheng's sword was faster and sharper.
Hua Yingtian was no match for Mo Yuheng, and he suddenly felt like a balloon being popped.
Mo Yuheng didn't want to let the opponent go, so he shot very quickly and wanted to pierce the opponent's throat with his sword.
Hua Yingtian took out his life-saving charm, and a light appeared between his neck, blocking Mo Yuheng's shot.
"Spiritual weapon."
Mo Yuheng had no idea that the other party had such means and treasures. The only person who wanted to own the spiritual weapon was a golden elixir monk, and she had to spend a lot of money to buy it.
What about the other party? Maybe it was given by an elder.
so what?
Any scruples?
No, she, Mo Yuheng, had even tricked the Golden Pill cultivator, and she would still be afraid of him during his Qi training period.
It's a pity that I can't do anything to the other party, and I don't want to reveal that I have a spiritual weapon, otherwise I will become the target of public criticism.
It would not be taken out until the moment when life is at stake. Now it is time to test the spiritual roots. Many monks, big and small, are coming, and their cultivation is even higher than hers. She can't resist killing people and seizing treasures.
Know your current situation rationally.
Hua Yingtian hurriedly retreated, his eyes became crazy and sharp, and the attack weapon in his hand was about to attack Mo Yuheng again.
"If you want to die, you can attack here and see who dies first."
Mo Yuheng made a hand seal, and soon a light appeared around him.
Only then did he realize that he had been bound by the second-level formation and was unable to escape. His expression changed drastically and he looked at Mo Yuheng with hatred.
"You cheated."
"Hmph! Lao Buxiu only bullies juniors."
When I heard this, my face turned purple.
Mo Yuheng knew that the other party would definitely throw a trap, and he was so confident that he didn't want to make it so easy for the other party.
Since the opponent can even get such a spiritual weapon, he should not be short of spiritual stones.
"You can leave if you want, but you can exchange it for 100,000 low-grade spiritual stones."
"You, it's impossible that I don't have that many spiritual stones, ten thousand at most."
Hua Yingtian said it with heartache, but in order not to be embarrassed when he left, his son's embarrassed look was all in his eyes.
Mo Yuheng knew that enough was enough. What she said was just to test the other party's family background.
His heart seemed to be beating out of his chest: "Dad."
When Hua Yingtian heard his son's call, he gritted his teeth and threw out a bag of spiritual stones and pulled his son away.
Mo Yuheng readily agreed, canceled the formation and Hua Yingtian fled.
Only the poor servant was left, covered in blood and lying unconscious on the ground.
Looking at those poor mortals, Mo Yuheng sighed that she couldn't let these mortals be injured and die for the rest of their lives. Maybe she should help them.
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