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The setting sun hung high in the sky. The setting sun hung at the ends of his brows, casting a faint afterglow.

Although it was getting late, the number of people in the area did not seem to decrease, but increased instead. Right now, the Thousand Image Pavilion's doors were no longer filled with carriages, the crowded crowd stood shoulder to shoulder, their feet touching against one another. Looking around, there was a huge black mass, almost a thousand people.

This is rare.

"Don't be alarmed when dealing with things, the two youngsters are both capable of making things!" In a building on the street, an old man looked at the two of them. He stroked his beard and smiled as he nodded. "He has lived in the capital for countless years, yet I've never seen this person …"

"We should know when he summons the Heavenly Soul."

"En!" The old man nodded slightly.

In the center of the crowd, Mu Ran stood still and motionless, with no expression on his face. With a thought, he circulated Heavenly Energy, causing his entire being to swallow and spit out, as though he was ready to go at any moment, while Lin Mufeng stood in front of him with a cold expression.

In that moment, Mu Ran moved, without any warning, he moved. His right hand clenched into a fist, and a faint yellow light flashed as he fiercely attacked Lin Mufeng's head.

Catching him off guard, Mu Ran would definitely win in a single strike!

Yu Xin's heart also tensed up as a hint of worry surfaced on his face. Presumably at this moment, only our Lin Mufeng's face changed color, her eyes still squinted slightly, and just as the fist was about to focus, he stepped forward slightly. Her body turned left and Mu Ran's fist grazed past his hair, flying past.

Danger! It was a close call!

Just as he was about to be hit, but this slight difference was within Lin Mufeng's grasp. Right after he stabilized himself, his right hand swung out, bringing along a majestic energy as he punched out. The speed was as fast as a light breeze, making it difficult for ordinary people to even see the shadow of his fist.

Mu Ran was shocked, he could not dodge in time, and could only swing out his palm to block once again.

Bang!

With a loud bang, a majestic energy emanated out and the two of them simultaneously took a few steps back.

"Oh ~" The eyes of the old man in the pavilion lit up, he chuckled and stroked his beard: "fire geezer, how about we make a bet?"

"Betting on what?" Hearing this, the eyes of the elder beside him lit up. Gambling, he loved to gamble.

"Who do you think will win?" He looked ahead.

"Who can win?" The man called fire geezer snorted. He thought for a bit and laughed: "Do you still need to say that? Even in terms of cultivation level, the youth in black had already lost more than one level to him. Moreover, don't you know the Heavenly Soul of the Mu Family? Qiu Niaoqingming, you must have also experienced its power … "

"I bet on Mu Ran!"

"Then I'll bet on the black-robed youth!"

"What's the wager?" fire geezer smiled sinisterly, "If you lose, then give me the Fire Source Spirit Stones that you have been hoarding for so many years!"

"I left that for my disciple …" The white-haired old man had a strange look on his face, "Then what if you lose?"

"I lost?" fire geezer revealed an impossible look, "I've lost, as long as it's something I have, you can take it!"

"Is that true?"

"Make your promises!" fire geezer's face was determined, but he was laughing in his heart, you should still prepare the Fire Source Crystal, wait for me to retrieve it, will that youth win? Wait two or three years.

As no one knew, a bet was made.

Amidst the encirclement of the crowd, Mu Ran was secretly shocked, shocked by Lin Mufeng's speed, and even more so by the punch he threw just now. Both of his hands collided, and he actually felt as if he was struck by an iron bar.

How is this possible?

Even if he was more calm, he would still be shocked at this moment. Lin Mufeng, who was standing opposite of him, also frowned, and a faint numbing sensation came from his arm, which made his heart feel as if it was tightly clenched. The shock in his heart was not one bit inferior to Mu Ran's, as the early yellow step was indeed formidable, he had killed Yellow rank experts in the past.

He took a deep breath and glanced at Lin Mufeng lightly. His pupils shrank as he concentrated his thoughts, and between his brows, a faint yellow light immediately filled the air. The entire sky seemed to darken along with it, and a surge of sadness rose up …

The faint yellow halo was like the color in the evening sky, giving off the feeling of the end of the day and the end of the world.

Both of Mu Ran's hands formed a seal, and a burst of yellow light suddenly shot out of his eyes. Behind him, a gigantic illusion appeared out of thin air, taking the shape of a bird, reaching a height of ten meters, its entire body was pale yellow, and with a light flap of its wings, it actually had the feeling of falling to the ground.

Sad!

Qiu Niaoqingming, this is Qiu Niaoqingming!

Grief, desolation, and the soul of the heavens, the soul of the heavens, the soul of the heavens that could best reflect one's mind, its demeanor was very pitiful, its experiences were very pitiful, and every one of its movements was filled with sorrow, causing one to be unable to extricate themselves …

Thousands of people, thousands of ordinary people without heavenly souls, all had pained expressions on their faces as tears streamed down from their eyes. The misery in their hearts all surfaced, they were completely immersed in it and didn't even know how to wipe it off with their own tears …

It was as if he had returned to his previous life, as he had once again returned to the Blood Sucking Fort. He was pushed out of the window, and the sun shone down, causing the entire scene to turn into foam …

was stunned for a moment when he saw a teardrop appear. He, who had always looked at others with a cold face, also had a heartbroken face.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, as if a lifetime had passed. That burning, that misery, continued to occur. As he immersed himself in it, Lin Mufeng finally discovered that something was amiss.

He returned to reality and touched the droplets on his face. He was stunned for a moment. I'm crying, but my heart hurts too? I still haven't forgotten about that?

A wave of anger suddenly emerged. A cold chill that was cold to the extreme. It's you! You're the one who reminded me of those things that don't belong to me!

Instantly, the alabaster knife appeared in his hands and an unprecedented killing intent exploded forth. The aura was so huge, it was actually able to match the desolation emitted by Qiu Niaoqingming. The place Lin Mufeng was at was like an icehouse, the people behind all felt a chill in their hearts, and they couldn't help but shiver as they slowly retreated.

One side was sad, one side was murderous, and in between them, the thousand people could be said to be in extreme discomfort. At this moment, under Lin Mufeng's anger, the alabaster knife was actually on par with Qiu Niaoqingming.

The two forces faced each other, but no one knew that a white Infantry in the Thousand Image Pavilion trembled slightly when Lin Mufeng's alabaster knife appeared.

On top of the pavilion, the old man's face revealed a hint of an appreciative smile, and a hint of doubt rose in his heart. With a frown, he continuously looked at the long blade in Lin Mufeng's hand. The fire geezer did not have much expression on his face.

However, at this time, the most shocked person was Mu Ran. His mouth was wide open, and his eyes looked lifeless as he looked at Lin Mufeng.

He had originally thought that Lin Mufeng would be unable to extricate himself from his grief, and that he would be able to effortlessly knock him down.

In his eyes, there was grief and desolation, but in less than three breaths, he had recovered. This, how much powerful of a will was required, he knew very well just how amazing Qiu Niaoqingming was, even if he was two realms stronger than him, he would still not act like this …

Furthermore, Lin Mufeng was only a Heavenly Soul Cultivator with orange stage!

Whoosh!

Turning around, Mu Ran's eyes finally flashed with a cold glint, and he pointed at Lin Mufeng: "You, are fit to be my opponent!"

"But, you're not suitable to be my opponent!" The scene just now made Lin Mufeng angry, he was completely furious, but the more he raged, the calmer he became, and the angrier he got, the colder it got. Right now, it was not as simple as refusing people from thousands of miles away, it was simply thousands of miles away from people.

Unforgivable!

This was the first time Yu Xin had seen this kind of him, and couldn't help but be stunned in her heart. The cold wind brother also had a secret, what kind of thing could cause him to feel so pained …

Yu Xin's heart also hurt a little.

However, Mu Ran was stunned. He was expressionless, and his usually cold face had a tinge of competitive strength in his heart. Good, good, very good.

He was a Heavenly Soul Master with early yellow step, was a core disciple of the capital's Mu Family, and had a heavenly soul like Qiu Niaoqingming. How could it not be able to handle him, a Heavenly Soul Master with orange stage …

Impossible!

He was cold and aloof because he was proud and aloof, and had inherited the Mu Family's successor, the Heavenly Soul. Mu Ran's status was also different from the masses.

If it wasn't for Yu Xin, he probably wouldn't even be able to appear.

This was the pride that belonged to Qiu Niaoqingming, and also the pride that belonged to the Mu Family.

This Heavenly Soul was one of the top souls in the capital. Not only because of its high quality, but also because of its special attacks …

Every step he took, the desolation in his surroundings grew denser. At the same time, Lin Mufeng also slowly took a step forward, and similarly, his killing intent, was endlessly erupting!