My disciples are all qualified by the emperor

Mu Fusheng looked at the rope around his waist with a dark face.

Fortunately, the aura-shielding jade pendant and the method given by my master were effective, otherwise I would have been harmed by that old bitch.

Thinking of this, Mu Fusheng couldn't help but turn around and look at the dumbfounded old man, and said mockingly: "They are not wrong, my talent is just too low. I don't want to accept the test so early because I am afraid of being embarrassed."

The old man frowned slightly. In this entire ruins, everyone's every move was within his sight.

Mu Fusheng was naturally no exception.

Although Mu Fusheng did not take action if he could avoid it during this test, and he hid his strength very well every time he took action.

But for the high-ranking officials of the Chaos Divine Dynasty tens of millions of years ago, who have been watching generation after generation of talented cultivators coming to explore the ruins over the past tens of millions of years, how could their vision be ordinary?

The old man was even certain that Mu Fusheng's talent and strength were definitely the strongest among all the cultivators present.

But there was only a rope around his waist...that meant there was only one person who chose him to challenge.

Could it be that there is something on Mu Fusheng that blocks his perception?

Can it even block the perception of the Chaos Divine Dynasty?

The old man suddenly remembered that they could communicate with each other across thousands of miles of the ruins.

Well... they can do it even though others can't!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

“But… even if you’re cut off from your senses, don’t you still have to take part in the test? The younger generation of the Chaos Dynasty is not comparable to you now. If you hide your strength and fight, you won’t even know how you died!”

The old man couldn't help but sneer when he thought of this.

Little did he know that Mu Fusheng would come to the coffin pulled by a rope.

crunch...

The coffin lids were stacked open, making a heavy friction sound.

Among them, a burly man in purple clothes crawled out, stared at Mu Fusheng and grinned, saying: "Among so many people, you are the only one who has the aura of thunder magic. Fight with me. If you win, I will let you go. If you lose, you die!"

The old man looked at this person, his heart was filled with joy, and he could not help but say aloud: "Oh? I didn't expect that the number one thunder master of the younger generation, who was known as the Wild Thunder, would choose you. You must use all your strength, or you will die if you get too excited."

When the others heard this, they couldn't help but look towards where Mu Fusheng was. Some had no expression on their faces, while others smiled as if they knew he deserved it.

This kind of smile naturally appears on the faces of the Xuanyuan clan’s people.

"He was the best thunder master of the younger generation of the Chaos Divine Dynasty tens of millions of years ago. It looks like there is no need for us to do anything about it."

"That was the heyday of the Chaos Realm's cultivation civilization. At that time, geniuses were everywhere, evildoers were everywhere, and those who could stand out and be known as the best in thunder magic were not comparable to those now."

"I'm afraid... only those two perverts, Su Yuan and He Mengshen, can handle it."

"Anyway, this kind of barbarian kid is not something that can be dealt with."

When Mu Fusheng heard these words, he turned around and looked at them and said with a smile: "The Barbarian Disciple you mentioned is currently ranked third on the Cangxuan Ranking. So... you are not even as good as the Barbarian Disciple?"

"you!"

The disciples of Xuanyuan clan then remembered that Mu Fusheng, who seldom took action, was at least ranked third on the Cang Xuan list!

Ji Yang's face darkened.

That’s right, he was originally ranked third on the Cang Xuan list, but was crushed by Mu Fusheng.

After Mu Fusheng finished speaking, he slapped his mouth and thought to himself: This is bad... How could he not hold back and talk back? He must have been led astray by Junior Brother Xu.

Then, Mu Fusheng looked at the man in front of him called Kuang Lei and said with a smile: "Senior, how about our fight wait?"

Kuang Lei frowned slightly: "Why wait?"

To be honest, he was almost unable to hold it anymore after lying in the coffin. He finally managed to hold it in long enough to come out and fight, but he still had to wait?

Mu Fusheng smiled and said, "Senior, there are many enemies around me now, so in order to hide my strength from them, I will definitely not use my full strength.

If that's the case, you won't feel comfortable when the fight breaks out, right?"

Kuang Lei frowned slightly: "Why? If you don't use your full strength, do you still want to survive in my hands? You know, this is a fight of life and death, not a game of house."

Mu Fusheng smiled confidently, "Senior, believe it or not, even if I don't use my full strength, I can't defeat you, but at least I can hold you back and make it easy for you to do nothing to me."

Hearing this, Kuang Lei was stunned.

It was the first time he heard someone from the younger generation dare to say such words to him.

However, looking at Mu Fusheng's expression and eyes, he didn't seem to be lying...

Mu Fusheng continued, "When everyone else is done, I promise to give you a hearty fight, but... I don't know if you can keep your soul and body by then..."

The people in the coffins were already the young generation who died in the battle.

The reason they are able to preserve their bodies and souls is because this coffin has sealed up their only energy and the power of their bodies and souls.

So... it is really possible to shatter their bodies and souls.

But after hearing this, Kuang Lei couldn't help but raised his head and laughed out loud.

The laughter was like thunder.

The entire space couldn't help but be shaken a little!

Everyone couldn't help but be drawn to it.

Even the others who had crawled out of the coffins couldn't help but curse, "Kuang Lei, you went crazy the moment you came out?"

Kuang Lei ignored him and stared at Mu Fusheng with a scorching gaze, grinning like he was staring at his prey: "Good! You are so arrogant!

Just as you said, I'll wait for you!

However, if you don't give me a good fight as you said, you should know what the consequences will be, right?"

Mu Fusheng shrugged and said nothing.

Then, he sat down cross-legged and waved his hand, and a small table appeared in front of him.

"Senior, are you drinking wine or tea?"

"Drink!" Kuang Lei sat cross-legged opposite Mu Fusheng.

Mu Fusheng smiled, took out the wine brewed by his master and poured it for Kuang Lei.

Kuang Lei drank it all in one gulp, his eyes lit up, and he asked, "How much more?"

Seeing this, Mu Fusheng took out a large jar and saw Kuang Lei holding the jar and drinking it.

Mu Fusheng took a sip from a small wine glass and looked at the others.

It was as if this mountain of graves was the stage, and the others were the ones setting up the stage to perform the play...

This made everyone else speechless.

I don’t know how Mu Fusheng did it.

The one who suffered even more was the old man.

The old man's eyebrows twitched.

Aren't they going to fight? How come they are just sitting and drinking together? And they are arm in arm, almost sworn brothers!

However, smelling the aroma of the wine, the old man couldn't help but lick his lips, and walked over shamelessly, grinning and saying, "Give me some, too?"