Heartfelt self-cultivation

The head shepherd they mentioned was named Mu Xue, who was in charge of the guards and secretly protected everyone's safety. In their eyes, they obviously hoped that this person was Mu Xue.

Even in front of Yue Feng, there were still many people whispering.

Yue Feng frowned, "Whoever chews the root of his tongue will test the poison."

Only then did the discussion stop, and the coldness in Yue Feng's eyes did not fade away, "Xiao Luo is my boyfriend, I don't want someone to mention some non-existent things in the future to make him misunderstand, otherwise don't blame me for not remembering old love"

Usually, no matter how people match him and Mu Xue, he doesn't care, because he has already told the other party that he has someone he likes, if someone has to make a fuss about this matter, don't blame him for being rude.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, knowing that Yue Feng was really angry. It can be seen that he attaches great importance to this young man, and immediately put away his lively smile.

Although what they said had no intention of listening to, it was the first time that everyone saw Yue Feng defending a person like this, and they secretly thought in their hearts that the rumors were indeed true.

It can be seen that everyone just mentioned something casually, but Yue Feng took this matter to heart. Mu Luo curled his lips as he looked at everyone's searching eyes, "Who got me wrong, don't pour dirty water on me!"

He said that it is necessary to clarify Yue Feng's words, he did not misunderstand at all, it would be great if Mu Xue could take Yue Feng down.

Muxue, the name is a bit familiar, it seems to be one of Yue Feng's harem in the plot, because of his infatuation and beauty, he was taken into the harem by Yue Feng in the second half of the plot.

"Is it even better?" Yue Feng raised his eyebrows, not caring about his attitude at all.

"Competition, of course." Mu Luo nodded affirmatively, and the two stood on the stage set up for the competition.

Mu Luo directly releases the late-stage cultivation of the divine state, and the powerful aura makes the hearts of those watching around tremble. Most of the people present are at the peak of the masters, and very few people have reached the divine state.

Not to mention the later stages of the Divine Realm, there were only a handful of people, and the people who had the mentality of watching a play suddenly became serious. They thought this was just a small fight, but judging from this posture, it seemed that it was going to be real.

No one is in awe of the strong.

Yue Feng is a late-stage master. Compared with Mu Luo, his aura is much weaker, but he is the son of destiny. This aura is irresistible to ordinary late-stage masters, but it is a pressure to promote stronger strength for Yue Feng.

The difference between the divine state and the master lies in the fact that the quality of true energy is not at the same level. Mu Luo condenses the true energy in the palm of his hand, surrounded by a faint light, which is the unique symbol of the divine state, true energy transformed into form.

The true qi of the master realm breaks through the air, and can kill enemies tens of meters away with his mind.

The illusory zhenqi turns into substance, like a sharp weapon. When attacked, the zhenqi in the body automatically protects the body, and ordinary bullets cannot penetrate it. This is the horror of the strong in the divine realm.

In the competition of zhenqi alone, ten Yue Fengs were no match for him. Yue Feng obviously knew that it was impossible to fight head-on.

Injecting his own true energy, the disk rolled quickly, forming a barrier to block the tyrannical power of Mu Luo's palms, as if attacking cotton, the powerful force was absorbed by the disk.

Mu Luo punched Yue Feng with both fists, like an ordinary person, without shaking the opponent's figure in the slightest.

The soft and white palm hit the body, as if they were fighting each other like a couple, Yue Feng took advantage of the opportunity to hold Mu Luo's palm, placed it on his chest, and fell backwards.