Then he asked: "Old Wu, what do you think?"

"This is not good. First of all, private fights are not allowed in the group. Secondly, if my Lingyuan fights Ningyuan, wouldn't it make others laugh?" Zhu Changxu said.

Old Wu sighed and said: "We are all just sand and chaff in this world of immortality. The world of immortality is like a big water tank. If you throw a monk from the Condensation Realm into it, the sand will sink and the chaff will float on top.

"

Because Mu Hanchan made some people unhappy, some people with evil intentions encouraged him: "Brother Zhu, the new Mu Hanchan is too high-profile, why don't you teach him a lesson?"

A group of people formed a circle to watch the battle.

Zhu Changxu said: "The Mu Hanchan you are talking about really has a problem. Our team no longer has a fixed formation flag. I asked him to borrow it but he refused to borrow it."

Mu Hanchan knew that he was the king of the demon altar, possessing heaven-level skills, top-grade magic weapons, and a thousand-spiritual wealth. He knew that he did not need to surrender to anyone he met so far.

The most important point is that if your cultivation level is much higher than that of the other person, you will be criticized by others.

Seeing several people whose cultivation levels were almost the same as his own, but who were all wearing shabby magic weapons, Mu Hanchan said, "I didn't offend him, I just didn't lend him anything. Isn't it wrong not to lend him anything?"

His hands were in a seal, he breathed out a long breath, his arms were strong, and there was a spiritual stone placed on his knees and feet.

and left first.

The person from before said: "Otherwise, Brother Zhu, you go find him, and we will go with you, put some pressure on him, let him apologize to you, and now you will look good."

"Yes, yes, people like this must be taught a lesson." Someone else said.

"But it's strange, how could he accept it? If it were me, I wouldn't accept it to the death."

Mu Hanchan was very unhappy when his practice was interrupted, and walked out with a frosty look on his face.

Zhu Changxu frowned and asked, "But what if he doesn't apologize?"

Zhu Changxu affirmed that he didn't want to do it at first, but he had been pushed to this point.

Looking at Mu Hanchan who had turned around, Zhu Changxu finally couldn't help but said.

But Mu Hanchan was thinking about which move to use.

Afterwards, several people vomited blood, and Zhu Changxu immediately fell into unconsciousness.

It was on the seventh floor when I came out of the Demon Altar. It is still on the seventh floor now, but it is already in the late stage of Yijin and is only one step away from the eighth floor.

A small bolt of lightning shot out of the air, entered his right hand, and then came out with his left hand, hitting Zhu Changxu.

After hearing this, Zhu Changxu became even more hesitant. He just wanted to suppress Mu Hanchan's arrogance and did not want to have a real private fight, let alone a fight to the death. However, several people around him pushed him into such a situation.

Shocked, silent, dismissed...

"Take action!"

Zhu Changxu didn't say a word, but he was obviously very unhappy.

"Yes, Zhu, you can't get used to this. He comes later than you, and he was promoted later than you, but he is not polite at all." The person from before said again.

Mu Hanchan thought again.

"Then you compete with him. You are in the Spiritual Yuan realm, and he is only at the eighth level of Yuan Condensation. He will definitely give in."

"Are there no good people or monks among the sand and chaff?"

"Yes, there is."

"What?"

"Gold in the sand, seed in the chaff."
Chapter completed!