Mu Yu couldn't help but gasp when he saw it, and felt a chill between his legs.
The big golden prophetic eye gradually dissipated in his forehead, and the image disappeared from his mind.
Then he opened his eyes and looked at Mo Lan, who was still clueless at this moment, and couldn't help but want to laugh.
"why are you laughing?"
Mo Lan looked unhappy when he saw Mu Yu looking at him with a mocking face.
"Your balls are going to break!" Mu Yu put away his smile and said calmly.
"What?"
All the Yunlan Sect disciples were stunned for a moment, and it took a while before they came back to their senses and vaguely understood the meaning of Mu Yu's words.
At this moment, they all looked at the space between Mo Lan's legs with suspicious eyes.
Seeing everyone's gazes, Nalan Yanran also understood, her face turned red instantly, and she secretly spat: "Brother Mu is obviously a gentle and gentle young man, why did he say such vulgar words at this moment?"
Mo Lan couldn't help but tighten his legs, and warned with an angry face: "If you want to attack me, we will fight justly, why would you use such a dirty and dirty method?"
"It's not me." Mu Yu shook his head.
Alas, in front of this prophet, all your words and deeds appear so ignorant.
Hearing that Mu Yu didn't want to do anything to him, Mo Lan suddenly let go of his uneasy heart and said, "Huh! Apart from you, I really don't believe that anyone in the hall dares to do this to me!"
"Bang bang... bang bang..."
At this time, two sect disciples started fighting next to them.
Looking at the sect costumes, they are disciples of Sanqing Temple and Tianxuan Sect.
The two of them had a grudge, and now that they met here, it could be said that enemies were extremely jealous when they met.
The fat disciple from Tianxuan Sect has fierce fists and impressive moves.
As for the thin disciple of Sanqing Temple, his movements are agile and his shadow disappears without a trace.
For a time, neither of them could do anything to the other.
"What else can you do besides dodge? You're a man, so let's fight head-on." The disciple of Tianxuan Sect roared angrily.
The disciple of Sanqingguan was also a little angry at this moment and said: "If we fight head-on, we will fight head-on. Don't think that I am afraid of you."
The two disciples stood there and began to mobilize the spiritual power in their bodies, their momentum rising steadily.
When the momentum reached its peak, the two of them took action at the same time.
"Dragon Soaring Floods!"
The Tianxuanmen disciple's entire body rose into the air, and he punched out his fist with all his strength, creating a crackling and exploding sound in the air.
"Light Yuan Gong!"
After seeing the Tianxuanmen disciple's extremely powerful punch, the Sanqingguan disciple's eyes flashed with a hint of success, and his whole body flew up in an instant, completely dodging the Tianxuanmen disciple's punch.
"shameless!"
The disciples of Tianxuan Sect were extremely angry. What if they agreed to face off against each other? His grandma fooled me again.
The Tianxuan Sect disciple's body was still flying in the air, and he slammed forward.
At this moment, Mo Lan was standing directly in front of the Xuanmen disciples that day.
The power of this punch hit Mo Lan's face without reservation.
"not good!"
The disciple of Tianxuan Sect knew that his punch was about to hit the wrong person, so he quickly turned around to release his force.
But this punch was done with all his strength, and it was too powerful to be completely removed.
The direction of the fist moves downward.
The pupils of the Yunlan Sect disciples shrank, and the direction that the Xuanmen disciples' fists pointed that day was clearly between Mo Lan's legs.
"Snapped!"
This punch hit the key part between Mo Lan's legs as expected.
Everyone closed their eyes, unable to bear to look at the scene in front of them.