‘The thief who stole my martial art!’

As early as midnight yesterday.

He received the news of the deaths of Zhang Qiyuan and Feng Yongchao, as well as the details of their deaths.

Xuanchengzi is almost certain that it was Mu Cangxia's hand.

As for how the other party got the technique from Zhang Qiyuan in just one day.

It seems that he has practiced quite well.

He couldn't understand it at all.

But no matter what, Taoist Xuancheng has now determined it.

This Ninth Prince Mu Cang definitely stole his sect’s skills through despicable methods.

But when I think about it, even with Zhenming Lao Ballu’s advanced cultivation level, even his exquisite mystical methods failed to work.

Taoist Xuancheng couldn't help but grit his teeth and whispered: "The intimidation technique can't be used anymore, I have to go all out!"

Not to mention the public’s reaction.

On the ring, Mu Cang looked leisurely, slowly walked up to Zhen Ming with his hands behind his back, and chuckled:

"Old monk, you seem to have misunderstood something."

Zhen Ming's beard trembled as he struggled to get up and whispered:

"Poor monk...poor monk..."

Mu Cang smiled and continued:

"You always thought I was arrogant?"

"You are wrong, old monk. It's not that I am arrogant, but that you are arrogant!"

After saying this, Mu Cang said nothing and turned to leave.

Zhen Ming's pupils trembled and he lowered his bald head.

This battle.

Mu Cang, great victory!

Time passes quickly.

Wang Nanxun and Gu Tianliu were also standing on the ring at this moment.

After the two exchanged pleasantries, they began to fight.

For a moment, the wind roared in the arena, and the sound of air bursting could be heard endlessly.

Mu Cang, who is in the audience, doesn't mind that he has a lot of martial arts skills.

Still watching the battle between the two attentively.

Wang Nanxun's marksmanship is both wide open and close, and also contains a strong spooky spirit.

The big spear is always thrust out from incredible angles, causing the surrounding air to explode and ghosts to hiss and scream.

Gu Tianliu's movements were even bigger, highlighting his elegant and unrestrained appearance.

As the old man's figure flickers, several phantoms that are difficult to distinguish between true and false appear from time to time.

Coupled with the fierce force coming out of the sleeves of the main body, Wang Nanxun, who was surrounded together, looked a little embarrassed.

Mu Cang, who was watching the battle from a distance, had his eyes flashing.

"Yingui Spear Technique", "Youluo Qigong", "Crane Legs", "Seven Steps to Looking at the Stars", "Transferring Spirits and Qi", "Haoran True Kung Fu"...

The martial arts revealed during the battle between the two were constantly studied by him and integrated into his own martial arts system.

In the end, Gu Tianliu made a clever move on the ring and cracked Wang Nanxun's sternum, winning.

However, the former also suffered some minor injuries, wheezing and coughing up blood, and staggering slightly.

"Your Highness, there is no need for us to compete."

Gu Tianliu's face was pale, he coughed and waved his hand at Mu Cang, "Old bald donkey is so strong that you can defeat him with just one move. Old man, I'm not in good condition right now. Oh, forget it."

"If there is a chance in the future, let's discuss it with His Highness."
Chapter completed!