Perfect-level Iron Palm, Meeting in Juxian Village
Under Li Xuan's gaze, Mu Wanqing finally removed her veil.
Instantly, Mu Wanqing turned her head away, not daring to look at Li Xuan.
"Sister Mu, I feel that it's a pity to wear a veil every day.”
Although Zhong Ling had seen Mu Wanqing before, she was still stunned.
If she was already like this, there was no need to mention Li Xuan, who was a man.
It was as though he had seen light in the darkness. Li Xuan felt like his eyes were about to go blind.
In her previous life, any celebrity or internet celebrity was nothing in front of Mu Wanqing.
Be it her appearance or temperament, she was peerless in the world.
Li Xuan was dumbfounded!
"How much longer do you want to watch?"
Mu Wanqing was furious. That fiery gaze was too much for her.
"Cough cough."
Li Xuan hurriedly retracted his gaze. It was too shocking.
"Sister Mu, Big Brother Li has seen you. Are you not going to marry him?”
Zhong Ling remembered Mu Wanqing's oath and asked hurriedly.
Mu Wanqing wanted to strangle Zhong Ling to death, and her face turned red.
"Zhong Ling, do you want to die? My oath has long been broken.”
Mu Wanqing hurriedly denied.
The three of them continued on their way.
Not long after, the video reward came.
Similar to the past, Li Xuan chose another perfected Brute Tempering martial art-Iron Palm.
This time, Li Xuan finally felt the horror of having a few perfected Brute Tempering martial arts.
His palms became the most terrifying divine weapons.
The stone was as fragile as tofu under his fingers.
He didn't even know how strong he was with his surging physical strength.
Could he kill a super first-class expert or a peerless expert in seconds?
Without fighting, he didn't know.
And he had yet to return to the Xiantian realm and cultivate Xiantian true qi.
According to the classification of martial arts, he had yet to reach the Peerless Level.
Of course, he was also editing the sixth video.
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The Martial Arts Circle Convention at Juxian Village had ended a few days ago.
Duan Yu hurried over and finally arrived here to lend his big brother Qiao Feng a hand.
However, the result was that Qiao Feng was seriously injured and rescued by someone, and his whereabouts were unknown.
At this moment, Juxian Village was in a gloomy state. The air seemed to be filled with the blood left behind by Qiao Feng's massacre.
The people of Juxian Village were handling the funeral for their manor master.
After the servant informed Duan Yu, he left in a hurry.
"Where can I go?"
Standing at the entrance of Juxian Village, he was at a loss for a moment.
He could not return to Dali Kingdom.
Going back would only bring disaster to Dali.
Even if his martial arts were to be mastered and he could use the Six Pulses Divine Sword freely, he still could not solve everything.
"Duan Yu, it's actually you. You still dare to run out? Aren't you afraid of death?"
While he was deep in thought, Duan Yu did not notice a group of people walking over from afar.
Someone recognized the familiar voice.
He hurriedly looked up and saw four figures approaching him.
"Lady Wang, you're here too?"
Duan Yu's face was instantly filled with surprise and joy. His eyes were only filled with that white robe.
Meeting Wang Yuyan again was the happiest thing that had happened to him in these few days of depression.
As for Feng Poliu who spoke…
Duan Yu knew that this fellow had a foul mouth and didn't like him, so he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him.
Of course, he was also in the wrong. Who asked him to want to steal the young master's corner?
Feng Po was furious, especially when he saw the way Duan Yu looked at Wang Yuyan. He could not help but want to beat Duan Yu up.
"Young Master Duan, the whole world is looking for you. How dare you come out?”
It was almost the same.
From Feng Poliu's mouth, Duan Yu was as annoying as he could be.
However, Duan Yu felt extremely delighted when he heard it from Wang Yuyan.
"I came to look for my big brother Qiao Feng, but I didn't expect the heroes assembly to have ended.”
Lady Wang was concerned about him.
Duan Yu hurriedly replied.
"You want to help that dog thief Qiao Feng with your mediocre skills? You're simply overestimating yourself.”
Bao Butong looked at Duan Yu in disdain.
Duan Yu's face sank.
He had stepped on corpses all the way to Juxian Village.
He was not an extremely pedantic person, and he knew that the Northern Dark Divine Technique had brought the crisis of extermination to the Dali Duan Clan.
Therefore, whenever someone attacked him, he would not only suck their cultivation strength dry, but also kill everyone to prevent future troubles in order to intimidate the world.
In a few days, Duan Yu had completely transformed. His cultivation and state of mind had improved again.
For Wang Yuyan's sake, he had already tolerated Feng Poliu's words.
However, Bao Butong was still speaking rudely and insulting his big brother, Qiao Feng.
His rage was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood erupting, causing Bao Butong's expression to change and reveal a look of fear.
"My big brother, Qiao Feng, is a hero of indomitable spirit. If you dare to insult him again, don't blame me, Duan Yu, for not giving Young Master Murong face.”
Bao Butong called it odd. He was actually frightened by this weak scholar.
He had no idea how terrifying Duan Yu was at this moment.
"I'm curious why you're not giving me face.”
Murong Fu's face darkened, and he took the opportunity to step forward.
Everyone was looking for Duan Yu to snatch the Northern Dark Divine Art.
How could Murong Fu not be tempted?
Duan Yu and Bao Butong choked on their words. This was too good for him.
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