Chapter 509, Toys

Mu Yun's heart was shocked. From the old man sliding down the waterfall, he focused his attention on the old man. His appearance is ordinary. If he is the grandfather next door, someone will definitely believe him, but does the grandfather next door have such a good hand?

In the eyes of ordinary people, the waterfall is like a toy in the eyes of the old man, like a child's slide. The old man fell calmly on the ground, and the coarse cloth clothes were clean without any wet marks.

Mu Yun has this confidence that he can slide down from the waterfall, but he can't guarantee that he can be as relaxed as the old man and not wet his clothes.

As soon as the old man landed and didn't say a word, he had to teach him. His breath became fierce, sharp and powerful.

This is the oppression of momentum.

However, the old man did not do his best. Mu Yun once felt the breath of the black dragon, which was far stronger than the old man.

"Master..." He looked at the old man nervously and looked at Mu Yun, as if he was worried about something. However, he was pulled by King Jing, and King Jing shook his head to signal him not to be impulsive.

"Humph..." The old man was a little surprised that the teenager in front of him could still put on a light appearance in his 20th of momentum, which was really beyond his expectation. He snorted heavily, and the momentum on his body became more and more fierce. The broken-hearted water and King Jing quickly retreated. In their eyes, the heaven and earth around the old man changed into a sharp arrow.

Sure enough, Mu Yun's face turned red and sneered... With a sound, his immortal clothes became shabby and tattered, and his exposed skin showed a red color. Mu Yunqiang endured the severe pain, which was the majesty of the king, and he let heaven and earth automatically attack with his own momentum.

He was in unbearable pain all over, like thousands of needles piercing him.

"Well..." The old man was more and more surprised. His momentum has risen to 50%. To this extent, even the powerful earth venerable can't resist unless the strong man with half a step of golden elixir can barely resist, but Mu Yun resisted it. Although it was a little difficult, he really resisted. The little guy is good..." The old man looked at Mu Yun with approval.

Mu Yun suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but in an instant, the momentum of the old man changed again. He could not even see the old man clearly. In his eyes and the places touched by the yuan god were sharp arrows, big and small, long and short. The old man disappeared, and he was in a world of sharp arrows.

Suddenly, these sharp arrows shot at him to destroy him. Bub... After a few steps back, my throat was sweet, and a smell of blood permeated my mouth and flowed out along the corners of my mouth.

"Good! Qicheng resisted it. You little guy really made the old man like it more and more. The old man's laughter came to Mu Yun's ears, and he felt that something was wrong. Surely, the next moment he felt the tingling pain of the yuan god, and then fell into a coma. Even if he was in a coma, he felt that he had been shot by countless sharp arrows, and blood gushed all over his body, as if he was about to die.

In the world of fate, Mu Yun's soul was a little weak. He opened his eyes and saw the fate elf staring at him with a smile: "You are still weak!"

I wanted to be comforted by the little life skill, but I didn't expect to get such a sentence. Mu Yun observed two minutes of silence for himself and thought to himself how he knew such a friend? That's the momentum of the king. Do you think it's a cat or a dog? Mu Yun snorted angrily and said, "Fortunately, I have a [hell reincarnation formula], which resisted. Otherwise, I would have been in a coma at the beginning."

"That's still because you are too weak. If you are stronger and directly use your own momentum to fight back against the old man, then there will be a good show!" The magic elf hummed.

"You just stand and talk and your waist doesn't hurt!" Mu Yun glanced coldly at the life elves and said angrily, "If you have the ability to leave others, you will know how to brag all day long. Can you die if you brag?"

"Get out of here!" Perhaps when it comes to the pain of the fate elf, this guy directly threw Mu Yun's consciousness out of the realm of fate.

"Ouch..." Mu Yun screamed, woke up, and felt pain all over his body.

"Wake up? Finally woke up..." The broken intestines were obviously relieved and asked with concern, "Mu Yun, are you all right?"

"It hurts!" Mu Yun shouted, looked at the broken heart and water, and said sadly, "Isn't your master too cruel? He is the king! King, it's not a cat and a dog. As soon as the momentum comes out, can a low-level guy like me resist it?

He smiled and said, "My master is like this. You... don't care about him."

"I..." Mu Yun wanted to say that I wanted to care, and immediately thought that he was the king. He was taught a lesson without doing anything. If he did something to make people unhappy, he would not have to skin him? He said helplessly, "Well, how long have I been in a coma?"

"Soon, an hour." The broken water sighed and praised, "I have to say that your endurance is strong. You are the one I have ever seen that can withstand my master's momentum attack for the longest time. Of course, you are in the venerable of the earth."

"Is it?" Mu Yun smiled in his heart, and immediately he couldn't laugh. After all, he suffered losses. Broken intestines and flowing water nodded.

"Is the little guy awake? When you wake up, get out and talk. Isn't it a big girl and little daughter-in-law who hides in the house and dares not see anyone? The old man's rude voice came from outside the wooden house. He looked at Mu Yun awkwardly and hesitated, "You'd better do what my master said, otherwise..."

Before the broken intestine and running water were finished, the wooden door was suddenly opened, and the silver light flashed and crackled... Mu Yun was confused. When he reacted, he couldn't laugh or cry. It was not the old man who hit him, but the clear water that the old man scooped from the small pool. After being beaten and taking a shower by the way, Mu Yun really understood what the broken intestines and flowing water had just said.

The broken intestines looked at the beads on his body and said with a wry smile, "You... take care of yourself!" After saying that, he rushed out of the wooden house as if fleeing, for fear of staying with Mu Yun and suffering from the disaster of the fish pond.

Mu Yun also rushed out of the wooden house and saw the broken intestines rushing out of the valley. King Jing had already disappeared, and his face collapsed in an instant. There were only him and the old man left in the valley.

"Little guy, looking at your sad face, does the old guy annoy you like this? But you can't help annoying the old guy. The little Saner has sold you to the old guy. Unless the old guy has played enough, you can't get out of this valley. The old man's words made Mu Yun's heart sink to the bottom of the valley. He couldn't wait to pull King Jing over and beat him up and sell him? Isn't that too much? How can this let the old man point out his magic shooting skills? This is obviously a toy for the old guy...

"Hey...little guy, the expression on your face makes the old guy very unhappy!" The old man smiled strangely, and Mu Yun suddenly had a warning in his heart, but it was still late.

Pa... without the old man's action, his beautiful face turned into a pig's head face, and his eyes could only see the old man's proud smile through a crack.

"Haha...that's right! That's how it looks good!" The old man was so proud that Mu Yun hated it. He was really weak. He couldn't beat him.

"Are you angry now? It doesn't matter, you can counter it! The old man is very fair. If the old man beats you, you can also fight back the old man..." Looking at the old man's fair and strict appearance, Mu Yun hated it in his heart: "If the young master could beat you, he would have beaten you into a pig's head long ago."

"Good! OK! OK!" The old man suddenly shouted three good ones in a row and said with a smile, "Young people nowadays are really amazing! The virtues of respecting the old man are so well learned that they can't fight back! In this case, the old man is not polite!"

A silver light flashed, and Mu Yun felt a strong danger approaching. His body crackled and crisply. He bent down and rushed forward. He just felt a cold current passing his scalp and exploded loudly. A thick tree behind him suddenly exploded into powder, and his scalp suddenly became numb.

"Murder, this is murder!" Mu Yun shouted in his heart, but before he had time to think about it, he avoided it again, because silver light rushed at him.

"Haha...that's great! It's good to hide, little guy. You're really a live target!" The old man laughed happily and said, "Are you really not going to counter it? That old guy is welcome!"

Mu Yun didn't move when he saw the old man, but the silver light kept attacking him. Although he had dodged it, there was a mess behind him. The old man did not hesitate to blow up his wooden house and kept shouting.

"No! Must return!"

Mu Yun knew that there was no way to avoid it. He snorted coldly and took out the purple bow. The hand was as fast as electricity. Purple divine arrows flew out and collided with the silver light, making an explosion sound.

Suddenly, a violent explosion broke out in the valley, and the broken intestines of the valley stopped. He looked at the valley with an unbearable face and wanted to go back to persuade the master, but after all, he did not take such a step. The old man was playing. He went to sweep away the old man's interest, and the old man taught him what to do. Question mark

After thinking about it, he still thought about his own safety. He turned around and flew to find King Jing, leaving Mu Yun alone to bear the cruelty of the old man.

"Good!" The old man shouted, and the silver light did not diminish, but the power gradually increased. In desperation, Mu Yun could only improve the power of the purple arrow.

But soon, his heart sank to the bottom. According to the old man's shooting method, he would not last long. If he can't hold on, will the old man let him go? Thinking of his miserable end, Mu Yun hated King Jing.