Landing in the Fantastic World

"Hiss!"    

Moh Lan gasped, but the intense pain still made him couldn't help but howl crazily on the ground.    

This punch wasn't the heaviest punch he had ever taken, but it was definitely the most painful punch he had ever taken.    

It was so painful that it was engraved in his heart!    

"I'm sorry, I hit the wrong person. Don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame that Three Clarity Monastery's brat. He promised to meet me head on, but in the end, he secretly dodged."    

The disciples of the Heavenly Profound Sect couldn't bear to look at Moh Lan, who was lying on the ground and wailing. After that, they turned around and fled.    

There were a lot of disciples from the Misty Cloud Sect here. He didn't want to be forced to stay, so it was better for him to leave first.    

"It was an accident, an accident. I will take my leave now."    

After saying that, the disciple of the Three Clarity Monastery used his exquisite movement technique to escape from this place.    

"You... bastards... don't leave!! !    

Moh Lan, who was lying on the ground, wailed as he shouted. Pain and resentment mixed together.    

Mu Yu sat up straight with a calm expression. He seemed to have predicted what would happen in front of him.    

At this moment, all the disciples of Misty Cloud Sect finally reacted. Mu Yu had already warned Moh Lan that his egg was going to break.    

How did he foresee all of this in advance?    

When they thought of this, their hearts were filled with shock.    

"This... this..."    

They looked at Mu Yu, and were so frightened that they couldn't speak.    

Nalan Yanran blinked her beautiful eyes and also looked at Mu Yu curiously.    

"You were the one who invited those two people over just now. You must have deliberately harmed Junior apprentice brother Mo."    

Ye Chen said coldly. He would never believe that Mu Yu had such strength that he could predict the future.    

Hearing this, everyone came to a realization. This was the only way to make sense.    

"The mighty Young Master Wushuang has actually made such a despicable move. This is too much! No matter what, we can't let people have no children or grandchildren." A few disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect mocked.    

"Impossible, Mr Mu isn't such a person." Nalan Yanran's face turned cold as she scolded.    

"I also believe that Mr Mu is not such a person." Hu Qinfeng also agreed.    

"No matter what, I think it has something to do with him." At this moment, the young and handsome man leading the group of Misty Cloud Sect disciples said.    

He was the leader of the Misty Cloud Sect's seven geniuses - Fenng Yuhang, the number one of the Misty Cloud Sect's younger generation.    

As soon as he spoke, the other disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect didn't dare to speak anymore.    

Mu Yu, on the other hand, didn't seem to care. He said, "You guys don't understand the world of prophets. Besides, I have already reminded him. If you want to blame someone, blame his low cultivation. He couldn't even block such an ordinary punch."    

"Don't be so arrogant! No matter how weak the disciples of Misty Cloud Sect are, they are still better than your Boundless Sect. Don't think that you are invincible among the younger generation just because you have won the first place in Spirit Sky Secret Realm. Let me tell you, you are still far from being able to defeat them."    

Fenng Yuhang said while gnashing his teeth in anger. A sharp light suddenly shot out from his eyes.    

"Indeed, I don't think that I am very strong, but you guys are too weak. Let's go together." Mu Yu crossed his arms in front of his chest and said indifferently.    

"Alright, then let's have a competition. I will show you how I, a 'weak' person, can beat you to the ground." Fenng Yuhang's face was ashen as he said in a deep voice.    

"Boring, not interested." Mu Yu refused flatly.    

What was there to compete with such a weak disciple?    

There was an old saying that went, 'Playing chess with a stinky basket, the more you play, the stinkier it stinks.'    

Mu Yu felt that if he were to compete with such a disciple, the lower his combat level would be, the better it would be for him.