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The sword body and the sharp teeth rubbed violently, shooting out dazzling sparks.

Without biting off the long sword, the Exploding Ape was obviously stunned, and the movement of running forward froze.

The opportunity is fleeting.

Mu Fan turned his wrist immediately, and the Xie Xie Sword was glowing with a cold light, cutting off the two protruding sharp teeth of the Exploding Ape, and the sharp point of the sword pierced its throat.

"Aww."

The Exploding Ape let out a miserable howl, his footsteps became unsteady under the severe pain, and he fell headfirst off the cliff.

"Walk."

The sound of fierce fighting between the cliffs and cliffs attracted the attention of many people, and people continued to surround them from all directions.

Mu Fan didn't want to make troubles out of the ordinary, he dragged the boy and ran quickly, got into the nearby dense forest, and disappeared into the deep mountain valley with few people.

*

Half an hour later, the two rushed all the way back to the cave where they were recuperating last night.

Mu Fan took out the healing elixir from the storage ring and handed it to the young man. He chose a clean place and sat cross-legged to recover his mana.

"hiss."

The juvenile's right shoulder was scratched by the sharp claws of the Exploding Ape, and the bone can be seen deep.

There were also a few obvious scratches on the back, flesh and blood were flying, and blood flowed faintly.

Enduring the tearing pain, he tore off his shirt, wanting to apply the medicine.

However, his right arm was in severe pain, and the scar on his back was even more invisible, and he couldn't reach it. The pain and urgency made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Cough cough, senior brother Mu, save people to the end, can you help me apply the medicine?"

Seeing that Mu Fan kept closing his eyes and adjusting his breath, without any intention of helping, he twitched the corner of his mouth with a wry smile.

The weak voice overflowed from the corners of his lips softly, implying a bit of expectation.

"you know me?"

Mu Fan suddenly opened his eyes, his icy pupils were full of exploration and examination.

"Ahem..."

The young man held his heart and coughed weakly, forcefully pulled his face, and made a self-deprecating smile.

"Senior brother Mu is a direct disciple of the ancestor of Xiaoyao, and he is well-known outside. Qingyuan accompanied the brothers from the Kunlun School to the Xiaoyao School to learn martial arts. He once had a relationship with Brother Mu."

"It's just that Qingyuan's magic power is low, and he was eliminated in the first few rounds, so Senior Brother Mu can't remember that there is such a disappointing disciple in the Kunlun Sect."

**

Kunlun School? Compete?

Mu Fan frowned, thinking for a moment, but didn't have a clear impression.

The elite disciples of the major sects of cultivating immortals will compete with each other every year, and the winners and losers will be judged in the competition.

Disciples with superior skills and outstanding skills were listed on the Immortal Gate Qianlong List.

The disciples who can rank in the top ten on the Qianlong list are all talented and have super strength.

No matter where you go, you are famous and respected.

Mu Fan has a lonely personality, devoted himself to self-cultivation, and is not interested in fighting for fame and fortune. He has never deliberately competed with others and challenged any list.

Therefore, at this moment, I don't have much impression of the sparring mentioned by the young man.

"Ahem."

The clear and light cough brought back his thoughts, the young man held his heart weakly, his face was pale, and his eyes as clear as water looked at him sadly.

"Hi."

Mu Fan sighed, he didn't care to pursue his origin, got up calmly, and walked in front of him in a few steps.

A sweet and elegant fragrance floods into the tip of the nose, with a hint of sweetness, which makes people think about it.

Mu Fan's eyes flashed, he paused with the hand stretched on the young man's shoulder, and subconsciously glanced at his front.

The young man's skin was better than snow, and his slender neck was slightly drooping. The severe pain made him short of breath, and the frequency accelerated.

The front lapel is flat, nothing unusual.

Mu Fan's eyes flickered, he silently retracted his gaze, put aside his doubts, and helped him deal with the scar.

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