Landing In The Fantastic World Chapter 38 Palm-Flying

"Could it be that you're afraid and are trying to find an excuse?" Mu Yu's eyes revealed a trace of disdain.

"Afraid?"

Mo Lan's face became terrifyingly gloomy, black and purple like an eggplant that had been beaten by the frost.

He, Mo Lan, was known as the heaven's pride level expert from a young age.

"What kind of talent do I, Mo Lan, have? How can I lose to such a nameless person?!"

An extremely strong will to fight surged in Mo Lan's eyes, and he had a faint breakthrough in his cultivation.

His entire body exuded an even more surging and shocking aura.

"Junior apprentice brother Mo broke through to the ninth level of open pulse state, this is truly unbelievable! He's only sixteen years old!"

An elder disciple who was watching from the sidelines suddenly cried out involuntarily.

The other disciples also looked at Mo Lan, and revealed looks of wors.h.i.+p.

Several young female disciples looked at Mo Lan with eyes full of emotion. In their hearts, Mo Lan was like a white horse prince.

"Senior brother Mo, go kill that boy!"

Everyone present had completely forgotten about Mu Yu's miraculous performance from before. At this moment, only Mo Lan was in their eyes, and they all had a kind of fanatical and blind confidence in him.

"He actually broke through?" Mu Yu looked at Mo Lan with amus.e.m.e.nt, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he muttered to himself.

Mo Lan felt that his aura had reached its peak, and his sharp eyes swept towards Mu Yu. At this moment, he felt that dealing with Mu Yu was as easy as crus.h.i.+ng an ant.

"Go to h.e.l.l!"

Mo Lan roared angrily as he dashed towards Mu Yu like a wild horse that had just escaped from its restraints.

Nalan Yanran's beautiful eyes revealed a look of worry. With Mo Lan's current strength, even if she were to personally attack, she might not necessarily be able to win.

However, the next scene caused everyone to be completely dumbfounded.

No matter how Mo Lan attacked, he did not even touch the corner of Mu Yu's clothes.

Mu Yu played with Mo Lan as if he was playing with a monkey, and Mo Lan pounced on empty air again and again like a monkey.

Mo Lan's expression had already become extremely ugly. He thought that once he broke through, he would be able to take care of Mu Yu properly, but he did not expect that he would be teased like this.

"If you're still a man, then stop trying to dodge or evade. If you have the ability, fight head on!" Mo Lan roared, he wanted to use this method to provoke Mu Yu.

"Idiot!" Mu Yu scolded Mo Lan in front of everyone, and then said indifferently: "To think you're even a disciple of the Misty Cloud Sect, to actually say such ignorant words, you only know how to face the face.

Mu Yu's words made Mo Lan's face turn red and blue, while the other disciples' faces became ugly. In their hearts, they thought that Mo Lan, the favored child of heaven, would actually say such shameful words, causing Mo Lan's status in their hearts to plummet.

"However, I, Mu Yu, do not want to bully others, let it be as you wish." Mu Yu said indifferently.

With that said, Mu Yu's body instantly disappeared.

In the next moment, Mu Yu appeared in front of Mo Lan, and casually struck out with a palm.

In front of everyone, this palm strike did not seem fast, but with the support of Mu Yu's Eye of Time's illusion, in Mo Lan's eyes, it was as fast as lightning.

Before he even had the chance to block, Mo Lan's body was sent flying far away by this seemingly casual palm from Mu Yu, and smashed onto a huge boulder.