Everyone was slightly surprised. Although many people had already thought of it, no matter what Qin Muyan said, the first move could still be blocked.
After all, although Yuan Tianjie seemed to be very aggressive, this move actually did not involve any technical content. He just magnified the magic weapon, used the magic weapon's own power, and the true energy output by the owner to smash it down mindlessly.
Generally speaking, as long as the opponent is not stupid, he will not be hit.
Obviously, Yuan Tianjie's move was played with a certain degree of joking, and he wanted to refute Qin Muyan's previous statement of giving up three moves.
Does it mean that everyone should speak with strength, and no matter how good the words are, it is meaningless and will disturb the opponent's mood? The calculation is wrong.
But who would have thought that Qin Muyan did not dodge or evade, but still stood there, his posture as straight as a pine tree, as if he had never changed.
In fact, no one knew how Qin Muyan made his move, or what move he made. It was as if nothing happened. The shocking medicine pestle seemed to have encountered an obstacle. It hovered one meter above Qin Muyan's head and could not move forward any further.
It seems that Qin Muyan did not make a move. Does this count as giving in?
Yuan Tianjie's face looked extremely ugly, knowing that his plan had failed again. It seemed that from the very beginning, he had never succeeded in reversing Qin Muyan's momentum pressure.
Every time, his momentum would become weaker and Qin Muyan would become stronger.
Qin Muyan glanced at Yuan Tianjie indifferently. He really didn't want to attack him, so he was still prepared to let him have three moves. Unfortunately, this man wasted an opportunity.
Yuan Tianjie finally stopped thinking about other things and became serious from the bottom of his heart.
The group of casual cultivators was about to explode. Qin Muyan's move was purely a show of power! It seemed that Qin Muyan's strength was much stronger than he pretended.
A full-strength attack from an immortal king, even if it is a mindless attack with no technical content, represents greater power.
If the enemy does not dodge and takes the full impact, it means that the power of this attack is even greater.
Yuan Tianjie took his life's magic weapon back into his hand, his eyes focused, he threw the pestle away, and his hands began to make different hand gestures.
The pestle began to rotate, and instantly transformed into eight identical pestles, rotating together at exactly the same frequency, and distributed in eight different positions, like a formation.
"Yuan Tianjie is finally serious." Yueqin said with a smile. Because of Xia Bai, she knew the level of Qin Muyan's strength. Although there was spatial suppression in the Piaomiao Realm, he was at least at the Immortal Venerable level.
It would be difficult for an immortal king to touch the edge of his clothes even if his microcosm exploded!
However, people who don’t know the truth will not believe that there can be an Immortal Lord at the Piaomiao Ceremony under the age limit. It has never happened in history.
Being able to produce an Immortal Lord is almost the limit. Not to mention an Immortal Venerable, even an Immortal Emperor has never existed.
"Is this move also his signature move?" Yang Lan'er asked curiously. She had a deep interest in this "medicine pestle" which was his life-saving magic weapon.
Generally speaking, one’s natal magic weapon will not be made strange, and will be chosen to be more popular, so as not to cause laughter.
Although the pestle is not a joke, it still feels weird. It seems that Yuan Tianjie likes to be different.
"Yes, the Medicine Pestle Bagua Formation is very powerful." Yueqin could only explain it this way. After all, no matter how powerful it was, it was nothing in front of Qin Muyan, and she couldn't brag about it.
Yang Lan'er nodded and watched as the Bagua formation that took shape in front of Yuan Tianjie instantly jumped to surround Qin Muyan in the center. The eight points lit up, and it seemed that afterimages of the medicine pestle appeared in all directions, attacking Qin Muyan in the formation from all directions.
But an amazing scene appeared. Qin Muyan was still standing there, not moving, not making any moves, and it even seemed that he had no defense, but he was able to make the afterimage of the Bagua Formation return empty-handed.
It clearly hit Qin Muyan, but nothing happened. Even the corner of Qin Muyan's clothes was not lifted at all.
Yang Lan'er sighed: "In front of Qin Muyan, Yuan Tianjie is not even as good as a baby. The gap in strength is too great. But this move is quite interesting."
A pestle is divided into eight parts, and there seems to be no shadow. It requires a lot of technical skills!
Moreover, the eight pestles formed a formation, which required a deep understanding of the formation. At the same time, the degree of compatibility with the natal magic weapon must also be high. Otherwise, a slight mistake can lead to a great error. This is no joke.
As she was speaking, Yang Lan'er saw two female cultivators running towards her from different places almost at the same time. They were both surprised and looked at each other halfway.
However, they didn't say anything and ran to stand in front of Yang Lan'er.
Yueqin reflexively stood in front of Yang Lan'er, and only took a step back when she saw that the two had no ill intentions.
Yang Lan'er saw all of this and kept it in mind.
"Madam, so you are here. We agreed not to use the sound transmission stone. I didn't expect to see it now." Jingzi said happily, feeling relieved.
Because everyone had to gain experience on their own, before entering, Jingzi and Yang Lan'er made an agreement that they would not need to use the sound transmission stone to meet up, and they would go together whenever they met.
Yang Lan'er was in a somewhat remote location, so the mirror didn't see her at first, and only saw her when she turned around inadvertently.
Yang Lan'er nodded and took out a chair: "Sit down!"
Yueqin looked in the mirror: "Oh, from Kongchen Palace."
At present, only people from Kongchen Palace would call Yang Lan'er Madam.
Li Feifan also got a chair and sat down properly, feeling a little restrained when facing an elder: "Senior, I borrowed the immortal stone from you last time, and I'm going to return it to you..."
Li Feifan was a little nervous when he said this. His strength was different back then, and he felt that ten immortal stones were a huge deal.
Thinking about it now, it is somewhat ridiculous, but it was agreed at the beginning that Li Feifan had to return it, but he was afraid that Yang Lan'er would feel insulted and get angry.
Yang Lan'er looked at the storage bag handed over and smiled: "One thousand? This is a hundred times repayment. In fact, it doesn't need to be that much. It was said to be ten times, so it is ten times."
Yang Lan'er calmly collected the hundred spirit stones and didn't take it to heart. She looked at Li Feifan and couldn't help but admire him: "It's amazing. He has reached the Golden Immortal Realm so quickly. It seems that he has experienced a lot!"
Li Feifan felt the concern, and suddenly his eyes moistened, with a deep feeling: "Yes, I didn't expect that in just a few years, things would be completely different. There are some things that I really didn't expect to be like this."
Yang Lan'er smiled and said, "Are you talking about Yu Lifei?"
Li Feifan opened his eyes wide: "Senior, do you know?"
Yang Lan'er nodded without hesitation: "I understand a little."
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