Chapter 50: Meat Tonight

"ah……"

In the forest, Mo Yang's screams like killing a pig echoed, and the lingering sound lingered...

"Master pastor, what are you doing!"

Raising his head and looking at Muyun a hundred meters above, Mo Yang roared.

"These fifteen fourth-level monsters are equivalent to fifteen fourth-level strong-breathing warriors. Oh, no, they are much stronger than fifteen strong-breathing warriors!"

"Kill them, there will be meat tonight, but if you can't kill them, there will be meat tonight!"

"ah?"

Hearing this, Mo Yang's face turned pale instantly, and his body couldn't help shaking.

"Give you a sword and a weapon, it should be easier!"

Mu Yun threw down the ordinary long sword that he was practicing, and said with a slight smile: "I'll sleep first, oh yes, since you dared to peek at Teacher Qin before, I won't help you, if you die, I will leave, If you are still alive, I will take you away!"

After the words were finished, Mu Yun's figure disappeared.

"I still have some things to do, you go ahead!"

"No……"

Looking at the top of the empty giant tree, Mo Yang felt like the end of the world.

This time, Teacher Pastor is not playing for fun, but for real!

With a grunt, he swallowed, looking at the porcupines around him with wide-eyed eyes, Mo Yang gradually touched the long sword beside him.

"Everyone, pass by, pass by..."

Holding the sword, Mo Yang stepped back step by step.

It's just that fifteen porcupines surrounded him in the center, so there was no room for him to flinch.

Hum hum……

A dozen or so porcupines around were grunting and looking at Mo Yang, the two long teeth on both sides of the mouth were shining brightly.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen porcupines stood upside down with thorns on their bodies, making a rustling sound.

Looking at the sharp thorns like thin arrows, Mo Yang leaned forward slightly.

This is the method Qin Mengyao taught him before. When facing the besieging enemies, he leaned forward slightly and focused on all the weaknesses around him.

In this way, it is possible to react and respond as quickly as possible.

hum...

Suddenly, a porcupine made a strong nasal sound, and its obese body, like a cannonball, shot straight at Mo Yang's back.

"Go away!"

After all, Mo Yang is a martial artist of the triple tendon-changing state of the body, at a critical moment, he turned around and stabbed out with a sword, forcing towards the rushing porcupine.

Puff puff puff...

However, the porcupine is a fourth-order monster after all, with great strength and thick spikes growing all over its body. Under this thorn, Mo Yang not only did not touch the porcupine's body, but he was covered in scars all over his body.

The blood streaks from the porcupine's body were spurted out, and Mo Yang couldn't help but slapped his mouth, but he scolded Mu Yun all over his heart.

No wonder, no wonder Mu Yun was so kind before, letting him soak in the medicinal bath for ten days, it turned out to be premeditated.

"Huh?"

However, just when Mo Yang felt that he was going to die here at his prime age, those dense wounds on the surface of his body were healing bit by bit!

"Medicated bath……"

At this moment, Mo Yang could clearly feel that in every corner of his body, there seemed to be a steady stream of soft power mobilizing and operating.

Those forces are like wriggling bugs, repairing the wounds on the body's surface bit by bit.

"Hey, fight!"

Feeling the recovery of strength in his body, Mo Yang felt encouraged.

At this time, Mu Yun didn't know where he went, so he could only rely on himself.

Either life or death.

If he dies here, the Mo Family Firm will really belong to Mo Hai and his son!

"kill!"

With a low shout, the long sword in Mo Yang's hand flew flying.

"Is this really okay?" Qin Mengyao frowned with worry on a towering giant tree a hundred meters away.

"What's wrong?"

Taking a bite of the wild fruit, Mu Yun said nonchalantly, "Your teachings are for giving him some pointers, but the real challenge is not something that can be achieved through training. I also feel that this kind of training is not too light. !"

"Too light?"

Qin Mengyao was speechless for a moment.

Mo Yang was originally an idle boy, and he was only in the third-level muscle-changing state. Facing more than a dozen porcupines who were stronger than the fourth-level strong breath state warriors, how could he be an opponent?

Let alone a group, just one is enough to kill him.

"Don't worry, you're still here, aren't you?" Mu Yun waved his hands indifferently, and said, "I have something to do, so let's go first, you stay here and watch him!"

"You...as a mentor, you put the students in danger, but you ran aside to watch the fun, you..."

"Please, Miss Qin!"

Mu Yun said with a mournful face, "This week, do you know how much Lingshi this kid spent in the medicated bath from morning to night every day? Forty-nine thousand and five hundred! That's all my savings!"

"I'm still here to watch the excitement, this kid will die tonight!"

Mu Yun said, but ignored Qin Mengyao, his figure flickered, fell from the tree, and headed towards the depths of the Beiyun Mountains.

"This guy……"

Looking at the direction Muyun was leaving, Qin Mengyao curled her lips and said, "Obviously he cares a lot, but he acts like he doesn't care!"

As night fell, Mo Yang knelt down on his knees with a plop, his body was soaked with blood and sweat, his eyes couldn't see where the pupils were at all.

"I can't... are you going to die here?"

Muttering in his mouth, seeing seven or eight porcupines staring at him in front of him, Mo Yang felt unwilling, and finally, with a plop, he fell into the ground.

hum...

Seeing the complete defeat of the human beings in front of them, the seven or eight snorted and approached cautiously step by step.

bang bang bang...

Just as the seven or eight porcupines were approaching Mo Yang, ready to kill the human in front of them completely, a series of ice cones suddenly swept over and killed seven or eight porcupines one by one.

"Fifteen porcupines, this guy ran all the way, fought all the way, and killed seven of them, that's equivalent to seven Strong Breath realm warriors!"

Looking at Mo Yang who was lying on the ground, Qin Mengyao opened his mouth slightly.

"Um?"

Walking in front of Mo Yang and bending down, Qin Mengyao was surprised to find that the wounds on Mo Yang's body were healing bit by bit...

"Medicated bath……"

Qin Mengyao was suddenly thoughtful.

At the end of the day, Mo Yang completely fell into a coma.

In a daze, he felt someone pulling his leg, dragging it all the way...

"uh-huh……"

The next day, early in the morning, Mo Yang slowly opened his eyes.

The place where he could see was the training room of the college, and there was a warm atmosphere all over his body, and he was in the medicine barrel at the moment.

"woke up?"

"Muyun, ah! You...you...you bastard, almost killed me, almost killed me!"

Seeing Muyun, Mo Yang couldn't help jumping up immediately, screaming loudly.

boom……

Mu Yun's punch was light and calm, and a pimple swelled on Mo Hai's head, and then he calmed down.

"Almost killed you, are you dead now?"

"No...but..."

"What are you doing without you?" Mu Yun frowned and said, "After soaking in the medicinal bath all night, you should feel the breath in your body seriously now, and accumulate the battle from yesterday!"

right!

Hearing Mu Yun's words, Mo Yang finally came to his senses.

Breathing restrained, Mo Yang sat in the medicine bucket, his breathing gradually became steady.

Under this induction, Mo Yang almost collapsed.

The physical body has the strength of five oxen in the third level of muscle-changing state. Although he has stepped into the third level, he can barely be regarded as the strength of five oxen.

But now, he could clearly feel that every part of his body was filled with explosive power.

The power of six bulls!

A life-and-death battle gave him the strength of six bulls.

If this goes on, in a few days, he will be able to enter the strong breath state, and he will have the power of nine bulls and two tigers in his body!

"Tch, look at your excited face!"

Just when Mo Yang was secretly delighted, Mu Yun suddenly said, "It's a shame for you to increase your strength by an ox in one day!"

"Don't forget, I'm the mentor, and I've entered the Yuan Condensed Realm from the first level to the seventh level in one month. When you wait for one day, you will be more happy than me!"

Hearing Mu Yun's words, Qin Mengyao on the other side spoke slightly: "Master Mu, if not, let's compare first to see who can step into the tenth level of the spiritual aperture first!"

"..."

compare with you? It's courting death!

A warrior with the spirit of the ice phoenix in his body is simply a natural favorite.

Mu Yun could feel that in a few days, Qin Mengyao would be able to step into the ten-fold reunion state of the physical body!

It is not unreasonable to say that people are more angry than others.

For ten days in a row, Muyun ran at three ends.

Every day, he explained the knowledge of refining weapons to Qi Ming, performed drills, answered Miao Xianyu's doubts, and took Mo Yang to the Beiyun Mountains.

"Haha...the physical body is at the fourth stage of strong breath, and the strength of nine oxen and two tigers, I feel now that I have a huge force of ten thousand catties in my body! Haha..."

In Beiyun Mountain Range, Mo Yang danced excitedly.

Originally, with his own talent, it might take him a year to step into the quadruple breath realm, but in less than half a month, under Muyun's devilish training, he did it!

Simply amazing!

But Mo Yang knew that the reason he came to this point was because of Mu Yun.

Especially when he learned that Muyun would not hesitate to spend tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones to buy elixir for him, and even prepare medicinal baths for him every day, often late at night.

And in the past ten days, every time he trained, Mu Yun would venture to the depths of the Beiyun Mountains to find better elixir and prepare him with medicinal baths.

"Mo Hai, there are less than ten days left, just wait for me, I, Mo Yang, are here!"

With a low shout, Mo Yang rushed into the mountains again, looking for prey.

These days, it was no longer Muyun who arranged tasks for him, but he took the initiative to find prey and bet on life and death to improve his strength.

In Beiyun College, in a tutor's office, Diao Yadong sat on a chair, listening to the report of the person in front of him.

"For more than half a month, Muyun brought Mo Yang to the Beiyun Mountains for training every day, and Mo Yang has stepped into the fourth-level strong breath today."

"Besides, Qi Ming never left the refining room under Mu Yun's guidance, so I don't know what the hell he's doing!"

"Miaoxianyu is only in the Shengdan Pavilion and the alchemy room of the college every day, and it is unknown what he is doing!"

Listening to the report of his subordinates, Diao Yadong frowned gradually, but after a while, he slowly relaxed again.