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Chapter 89 Compensation fees

The young man's face changed: "Sword repair."

No wonder he is not afraid of him at all, he can be more challenging.

He, Hua Yingtian, would let Mo Yuheng know that the gap in cultivation level was irreparable.

"Hmph, you are so arrogant at such a young age, I will teach your parents a lesson."

Young and talented, I am afraid he has a background.

But he, Hua Yingtian, is a member of the Hua family of Liancheng, who has a foundation and even a golden core.

He, Hua Yingtian, would be afraid of mere juniors, and he also had a background to be afraid of others.

As soon as the words were finished, a giant drummer holding two drumsticks appeared here, looking at Mo Yuheng with a piercing spirit.

A mallet hit the giant drum with a sound, and the sound waves spread out. Many people felt their ears buzzing when they heard this sound.

His ears were bleeding, and when he reacted, his ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear a sound, as if the order of this world was terrifyingly quiet.

Mo Yuheng's insight was extraordinary and he took precautions to seal his ears in time so that it would not be affected.

He stepped back quickly, holding the sword hilt tightly.

The colors were ugly, and the fight between them spread to the surrounding mortals.

I didn't expect the other party to treat people so disrespectfully, which aroused Mo Yuheng's raging anger.

Sword force exudes from all over his body and presses fiercely towards the opponent.

Secretly, they have quietly set up formations around them, and the fight between them should not affect innocent people
Hua Yingtian's complexion changed drastically, he didn't expect the opponent to suddenly realize the power of the sword at such a young age.

Such a sword gesture almost pushed him down, arousing his anger.

Hua Yingtian was furious, with two drumsticks in his hand: "Boom, boom, boom..."

Hammering hurriedly, the man standing next to him in a panic and the boy also fell to the ground and cried.

It was very embarrassing to keep turning over.

Mo Yuheng was also affected, and her ears were in severe pain. Fortunately, she reacted in time so that her ears would not be broken by the attack.

But at this moment, she is also uncomfortable. Such a voice is so pervasive that it is hard to guard against, annoying and very irritating.

"Hahaha, damn girl, let me see how you take the trick. Don't think that your cultivation speed is faster than others, and your talent is stronger than others. You don't know that the outside world is more dangerous and terrifying than you imagined. I am not an elder in your family. Let you think about protecting you for you everywhere."

Speaking of such arrogance, the drum hammer in his hand kept beating rhythmically.

Mo Yuheng looked at his son and that servant, and didn't intend to remind him at all, since it wasn't her doing it anyway.

It was the other party who pretended to have victimized his own family, and he was looking forward to what kind of expression he would have when he realized it.

She is not afraid that the opponent can subdue the opponent directly with the formation, but she wants to exercise her skills and her ability to adapt at any time.

Moreover, it is even rarer to meet such people who know how to attack with rhythm. I can't guarantee that I will not be unable to fight back when I meet such a person in the future.

Mo Yuheng sealed his ears, and even a sliver of air couldn't get in. How could sound be transmitted without air?
Originally, she wanted to seal the other party through this method, but she didn't do it.

Hua Yingtian thought that his cultivation base was two levels higher than the opponent's, and he was extremely proud.

In the family, his talent is not good, and he is unwilling and resentful of those who are more talented than him. This brat in front of him is one of them.

Today is to teach her a lesson.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Hua Yingtian kept beating the drum, making a dull sound, her heart seemed to be following the rhythm of the drum beating, and she was being led by the nose.

With the continuous beating of the thud, it became faster and faster, and it became more and more urgent.

Mo Yuheng's attacking sound wave, the long sword in his hand continuously attacked one after another, and the sword light quickly blocked it, preventing the attack from hitting himself.

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 even harder. The biggest attack was released week after week, attacking Mo Yuheng intensively.

Mo Yuheng's attack hit his shoulders and legs, he was bleeding and injured in embarrassment, and he was still able to fight to block the attack.

Hua Yingtian's complexion changed drastically and he exclaimed, "How is it possible?"

Mo Yuheng's basic swordsmanship seemed to be in an epiphany of ecstasy and he couldn't extricate himself.

One move was better than the other, Hua Yingtian was overwhelmed and was almost stabbed in the heart by Mo Yuheng's move.

Hastily backed away to the left, a sleeve and skin were pierced by the sword and taken away, his face pale and pale in shock.

"Dead girl."

"Before you deal with others, you have to pay the price of being killed."

This sentence can make people angry, but Hua Yingtian is angry.

Unwilling to admit defeat again, he beat the giant drum vigorously, making a series of drumbeats, and Mo Yuheng smashed them one by one, as if Mo Yuheng's sword was fast and sharp.

Hua Yingtian was not Mo Yuheng's opponent, he suddenly looked like a balloon that had been punctured.

Mo Yuheng didn't want to let the opponent go, he shot very quickly and wanted to pierce the opponent's throat with a sword.

Hua Yingtian took out the life-saving talisman, and a ray of light appeared around his neck, blocking Mo Yuheng's attack.

"Spirit."

Mo Yuheng didn't expect that the other party had such means and treasures at all. Only Jindan cultivators wanted to own spiritual weapons, and she had to spend a lot of money to buy them.

What about the other party?Maybe it was given by the elders.

so what?

Do you have any scruples?
No, she, Mo Yuheng, has even tricked Jindan cultivators before, and she is still afraid of him for a period of Qi training.

It's a pity that I can't help the other party, and I don't want to reveal that I have a spiritual weapon, or I will become a target of public criticism.

It will not be taken out until the moment when life is at stake. Now that the time to test the spirit root is approaching, many monks, big and small, come, and their cultivation level even surpasses hers.

Be sensible about your current situation.

Hurriedly retreating, Hua Yingtian's eyes became crazy and sharp, and the attack spirit weapon in his hand was about to attack Mo Yuheng again.

"If you want to die, you can attack and see who dies first."

Mo Yuheng made a tactic with both hands, and soon a ray of light appeared around him.

Only then did he realize that he was bound by the second-rank formation at some point and could not escape, and his expression changed drastically, and he looked at Mo Yuheng with hatred.

"You are cheating."

"Hmph! Old chatter will only bully juniors."

Hearing this, his face turned blue.

Mo Yuheng knew that the other party would definitely throw a trick at him, so he was full of confidence and didn't want to make it so easy for the other party.

Since the other party can even produce such a spirit weapon, there should be no shortage of spirit stones.

"You can leave if you want, but you can exchange it with 10 low-grade spirit stones."

"You, it's impossible that I don't have so many spirit stones, 1 at most [-]."

Hua Yingtian's heart ached when he said it, but in order not to lose face when he left, he could see his son's embarrassment.

Mo Yuheng knew enough was enough, all she said was just to test the other party's family background.

The heart seemed to be jumping out of the chest: "Father."

When Hua Yingtian heard her son calling, she gritted her teeth and threw out a bag of spirit stones, dragging her son away.

Mo Yuheng readily agreed, canceled the formation and Hua Yingtian fled.

Only the poor servant was left, lying unconscious on the ground covered in blood.

Looking at those poor mortals, Mo Yuheng sighed that she couldn't let these mortals be injured and die forever, maybe she should help them.

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