Ji Bailing shook his head, stroked his beard and sighed:

"In the path of martial arts, each stage is more difficult than the next. I have lived for more than forty years, but I am just wandering outside the threshold of [marrow cleansing and blood exchange].

Now that I am getting older, my energy and blood are getting weaker and weaker, and I guess this will be the case for the rest of my life."

"Who isn't?"

Ma Tingxuan on the side had a grimace on his face, "Martial arts masters who have not entered [marrow cleansing and blood exchange] before the age of thirty-five will have no hope in this life."

Having said this, he glanced sideways at Feng Yongchao and couldn't help but envy:

"I will always surpass you. You can reach the state of [hardness and softness] at a young age. You are on the same level as me. I really have a promising future."

As soon as Feng Yongchao, who was silent, heard this, he immediately turned to Zhang Qiyuan, winked, and said proudly:

"Uncle Master, just hit me every day and see how nice Uncle Ma talks."

"Oh, just a few words of praise for you will bring you to heaven."

Zhang Qiyuan shook his head helplessly, "With such an impetuous mind, it will annoy the master in time. How could he teach you the innate Qigong you have been thinking about for so long?"

"Ah this!"

When Feng Yongchao heard this, he immediately shut up and did not dare to speak anymore.

"I'm born with a lot of energy..."

Ji Bailing, who was walking slowly in front, was filled with envy:

"It is said that it is a unique skill that has been passed down from ancient times. If you practice it to the most profound level, you can reach the highest level of martial arts [indestructible]. I really don't know how wonderful this skill is."

Ma Tingxuan also sighed with a longing look:

"A diamond is indestructible, and the entire world is only the size of a single palm."

Feng Yongchao scratched his head and asked:

"Uncle, Master, he will also go this time."

Zhang Qiyuan nodded:

"Yes, the Patriarch has firmly held the title of the best person in the world for twenty years.

What I rely on is that in every martial arts competition, I can defeat other Vajra Indestructibles.

What's more, he has been here for many years.

In order to explore the future of martial arts, I will definitely attend this grand event in the martial arts world."

A few people chatted and walked around.

After walking for several hundred meters, we finally saw the front door of the hall.

There, there was a young man in rich clothes standing with his back to them and his hands folded.

"Huh?"

Ji Bailing looked calm and hurriedly stepped forward, bowed his waist slightly, and said respectfully:

"Your Majesty Ninth Prince, we are..."

"Hmm."

The young man with his hands behind his back slowly turned around.

The face is handsome and the temperament is noble.

It is Mu Cang.

He looked at several people with lightning eyes.

Boom!!

The four of them suddenly froze.

With the gaze of Mu Cang's indifferent eyes.

They actually felt an overwhelming, cold and terrifying aura coming over them.

In an instant, it was as if I had fallen naked into a hell of freezing hell.

Waves of biting chill rushed into my heart.

Even the seams in my bones were so cold that they were shivering with frost.

No, I'm trembling with fear.

There was a big sun hanging in the sky, but the four of them were covered in goosebumps.

They felt like their hearts were beating.

He almost burst his chest and ran away screaming.

Ninth Prince Mu Cang is in their eyes.

He suddenly transformed into a terrifying monster and even a majestic god.

"This! This! This!"

Ji Bailing's pupils were trembling, his face was pale, and his body was shaky.

This situation and this scene clearly represent...

The Ninth Prince...is not a waste at all!

But a peerless strong man who can completely overwhelm them with just his eyes!

"How is that possible?!"

Ma Tingxuan's face was trembling.

The golden bell mask, which has been practiced for many years, was actually stimulated by the extremely strong sense of crisis and started to operate independently.

"Hu~hu~"

The weakest Feng Yongchao was sweating profusely.

My chest and lungs were so compressed by the momentum that they were about to explode.

I couldn't even speak, so I couldn't help but breathe.

But even so, he still glared at Mu Cang with wolf-like eyes.

The one with a ferocious expression wanted to rush forward and bite him.

"Ha!"

Zhang Qiyuan drank with a sullen face, his blood and energy surging all over his body.

Until the exposed skin is dripping with blood.

Only then did he manage to break away from Mu Cang's pressure.

At that moment, he ignored the pain all over his body and immediately bowed his waist and cupped his fists, lowered his head and said urgently:

"I don't know where I offended His Highness, but I hope His Highness will show mercy..."

"I don't know where to blame..."

Mu Cang had a playful expression on his face, looking straight at Feng Yongchao who was glaring at him like a wolf cub, and smiled slyly:

"You just called me a loser?"

Bang! Bang!

The ferocious young man was immediately severely suppressed by the invisible power of telepathy, and his knees shattered on the ground.

The force is so cruel.

Shockingly, his kneecaps exploded on the spot!

"Ahhhh!!"

Feng Yongchao howled and roared, staring at Mu Cang with ferocious eyes. For a moment, he was so painful that he could not speak.

"This, this, this..."

Zhang Qiyuan's face trembled, and his heart was shocked.

What power is this?

To generate energy from afar?

Or a strange magic method?

Why has he never seen or heard of it?!

Also!

A few whispers among four people a few hundred meters away.

This Ninth Prince can actually hear it?!

What state is this?!
To be continued...