Muyan was startled, and then her brows furrowed tightly.

Hearing Zhiyan is so courageous.

In the territory of the Holy Sky Alliance, how dare you make such a calculation.

She sneered and suddenly flipped her wrist, and the Tianmo Qin appeared in her palm.

Qihuang was stunned: "What are you doing?"

Muyan plucked the strings: "Of course I'm going to wake up Xiang Yunzhou and let him refine the natal sword for me! Haven't you always been dissatisfied that my natal sword is not cool enough and not as handsome as my junior uncle? You say

If I help Xiang Yunzhou absorb the Golden Crow Fire, what kind of natal sword can he refine for me?"

Qihuang looked at the energetic girl outside the space and thought that the Golden Crow Fire Spirit was so powerful, how could it be so easy to subdue.

I want to say that Xiang Yunzhou has long been eroded by the fire poison and every inch of his meridians is hopeless.

But in the end, all the doubts disappeared when he saw those burning and shining peach blossom eyes.

As soon as Lord Ling brushed red clothes, her hands were around their chests, and their faces said: "Okay, isn't it just Jin Wuhuo Jing? If it dares to be a demon, the deity will doubt life!"

"Cuckoo!" Doubting life.

The little yellow chicken that was rolling to Qihuang's side immediately raised its little wings and shouted after him.

Muyan closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her fingers were already playing quickly on the strings.

The melodious sound of the piano flows in the silent basement.

People who originally focused all their attention on the bell couldn't help but forget to come over.

"Doctor Jun, why are you playing music now?"

"Doctor Wen is still treating the alliance leader, can you please be quiet?"

Muyan turned a deaf ear to everyone's questioning, but the movements of her hands on the piano became faster and faster.

The sound of the piano became more and more urgent, like a crackling downpour, hitting the stone wall.

Pah, pah, pah... gradually became toneless, like noise.

Just when Manager Wu and others couldn't bear it anymore, the bell and tripod suspended in mid-air shook unexpectedly.

Then the yellow light faded and disappeared for a while.

Hearing Zhiyan's face changed drastically: "What's going on?!"

The spiritual connection between him and Zhong Ding was cut off by something.

Zheng!!

A voice so high-pitched that it hurt the eardrums suddenly sounded, making everyone present tremble.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the bell and tripod flying rapidly towards Muyan in mid-air.

Finally it floated above her head.

Hearing that Zhiyan's face turned pale, he suddenly turned around to look at the girl playing the piano, gritted his teeth and said, "Bitch, what have you done?!"

His connection with Zhong Ding’s consciousness was completely severed!

That was the treasure given to him by the Imperial Master.

If he loses it, if he goes wrong this time, his end will be worse than death.

Muyan slowly raised her head. Under the dim light of the basement, she could vaguely see the girl's skin as delicate as white porcelain, her red and tender lips, her dense and long eyelashes, and her long eyelashes, which were as clear as water, yet flowing.

Colorful peach blossom eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm very interested in this magic weapon of yours and would like to borrow it for viewing."

Her guess was indeed correct.

This bell and tripod is not something that Wen Zhiyan could use.

So Muyan easily cut off the connection between him and Zhong Ding.

Hearing that Zhiyan's face was ferocious and twisted, and his eyes were filled with crazy murderous intent, he couldn't help roaring any longer, gathered all his spiritual power, and slapped Muyan hard.

Wen Zhiyan is a master of the [Open Mountain Realm]. How can a little girl like Muyan, who is in the Mortal Cultivation Realm, be able to block this palm strike?
Chapter completed!