"Perhaps my sister will become suspicious, but you always have a way to deal with it. Whether you are scheming or not, she will inevitably fall into your trap. Rather than letting you scheme against her, I'd rather use your tricks against her." Mu Hanfeng said with a faint smile.
"Well, that's right. It's not that you're afraid of thieves stealing, but it's that you're afraid of thieves thinking about it. That's the truth." Ye Yanran said with deep agreement. She had the most say in this.
Mu Hanyan also looked at her brother with relief. He was right. Even if the Holy Lord didn't choose him, he would still choose someone else. She and the descendants of the gods' guardians would eventually fall into his trap. After all, no one could guess the Holy Lord's intentions, and no one would be wary of him at every turn.
The only way is to take advantage of his tricks and expose his conspiracy as soon as possible. To have such a mind and such a decisiveness, my brother has really grown up and matured.
"Haha, you're using the same trick against me. Do you really think that you can completely break the Hunyuan Divine Blood Formation by yourself?" Although the conspiracy was exposed and the formation stopped working under Mu Hanfeng's hand gestures, the Holy Lord was not worried at all and was still confident.
Hearing his words, everyone's heart sank. In order to deduce this formation, the Holy Lord had put in a lot of effort and thought. Mu Hanfeng had only been his disciple for half a year, and was far inferior to him in strength, age, and experience. It would probably be difficult for him to truly break his formation.
Sure enough, as the Holy Lord waved his sleeves again, Mu Hanfeng's hand gestures seemed to encounter tremendous resistance and he could no longer fight.
"Indeed, I alone cannot break this formation." Mu Hanfeng's expression remained unchanged, and he did not make any unnecessary efforts. He easily withdrew his hand and continued, "But with one more person, it should be possible."
Before he finished speaking, an old man came riding on the wind. Although he was wearing a simple coarse linen shirt, he had white hair and a youthful face, and he had the air of an immortal.
"Master!" Seeing the old man, Qu Shanling was so excited that his whole body was shaking and he shouted loudly with tears in his eyes.
His guess was correct, and all his hard work was not in vain. Following Mu Hanyan, he finally found his master.
Yes, this old man is his master - Lu Guantian.
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