18: C18 Strong Repression

C18 Strong Repression

After watching for a while, Murong Yu became dispirited and turned around to leave: "We should go to Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion to see if there are any suitable martial skills."

Bang!

Just as Murong Yu turned around, he seemed to bump into something. Following that, a powerful force pushed Murong Yu back a few steps.

"Yo, isn't this trash Murong Yu?" Did you come to see them do their drills again? After looking at it for so many years, I wonder if you have learnt it yet? " A sinister voice sounded from the front, which immediately brought about a wave of laughter.

Murong Yu looked over with a calm expression. There were five people standing in front of him. The person who spoke was called Murong Ping and he was one of the direct disciples of the Murong family. Although he was only fifteen years old, but he had already reached the Houtian fourth stage.

Although he wasn't a genius, he was still much stronger than Murong Yu, this trash that couldn't practice martial arts.

Murong Yu cursed in his heart as he met this idiot again.

In reality, as long as it was within the Murong family, anyone could bully Murong Yu. Who told him to be a piece of trash?

Anyone could step on him.

Seeing the unlucky look on Murong Yu's face, Murong Ping was instantly enraged. His eyes flashed with a murderous intent as he prepared to attack Murong Yu... In fact, he just saw Murong Yu here, so he intentionally walked over to bully this legendary trash.

He would repeat this kind of thing almost every day.

"Murong Ping, if you don't want to die, then get the hell over here right now." Just as Mu Rong Ping wanted to beat Murong Yu up, a thunderous voice came from the training field.

Murong Ping was shocked and his neck shrank back. He glared fiercely at Murong Yu and said, "Next time, I'll deal with you." As he said that, he brought the other four people and quickly ran towards the training field.

Murong Yu's eyes lit up. He had the urge to beat up Mu Rong Ping just now. However, Mu Rong Ping wasn't like Murong Hong and the others, he was much stronger than him.

He wasn't a match for Mu Rong Ping …

"Still not strong enough." Murong Yu sighed and walked back to the Mayor's Mansion with low spirits. He was too lazy to even go to the Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion.

"First, I need to increase my strength. Otherwise, it'll still be difficult for me to take even a single step within the Murong family."

For the rest of the time, Murong Yu did not leave the supervisor. Only here could there be a short period of peace. In the process, he had practically cultivated within the world of the Heetu.

Boom!

Murong Yu shouted loudly and punched out, creating a huge crater in the ground. Above his head floated five black flood dragons that were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws!

The strength of five dragons!

Possessing the power of five dragons meant that he was at the third level precelestial stage. However, perhaps it was because Murong Yu's physique was different from ordinary people, but he had just broken through to the Second Sky of Nascent Level.

The Houtian realm had the power of five dragons. Perhaps, the strength of these five flood dragons could not even withstand a single blow. In this world, each and every one of them contained the strength of several dozen flood dragons.

However, Murong Yu was only at the Second Sky of Nascent Level! Even in this world, having the power of five Dragons at the Houtian realm or Houtian realm was one of a kind.

Murong Yu naturally knew that he was different from others. He was much stronger than people of the same level. As a result, after he finished cultivating, he happily prepared to leave the world of the Heetu.

"It's just that the strength of five Flood Dragons likes it to be like this. It's hard to become great." Just as Murong Yu was about to leave, the Heetu's disdainful voice entered Murong Yu's ears.

Murong Yu rolled his eyes: "To reach the Second Sky of Nascent Level in less than half a month, this progress isn't too bad right?"

"Stop!" It's not that I'm looking down on you, but if it were me, I would have long since cultivated it to the Acquired Ninth Layer realm within half a month. "

Murong Yu was speechless. If it was really as the Heetu said, all the Innate Rankers in the world would have fled. In fact, there weren't that many Xiantian masters.

Even Murong Ling, who was at the genius level of Murong Family, was already at the eighth level of the Postnatal realm at the age of seventeen. He was also a rare genius in this world.

However, Murong Ling had been cultivating for more than a decade.1

In comparison, Murong Yu had been cultivating for less than half a month. There was a huge gap between them.

In the following time, Murong Yu did not leave the coach any more. Since it was winter and there was nothing much to do in the Murong family, Murong Ling and the rest did not notice Murong Yu's return.

Perhaps, Murong Ling thought that Murong Yu had already died under the cliff. Maybe he didn't care at all.

Due to Murong Yu's domineering attitude, all the servants in the warhorse prison completed what they needed to do every day. Murong Ann and Murong Hong, who were beaten half to death by Murong Yu, were indeed left in the same room to recuperate.

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