My Silly, Sweet Wife

Chapter 1230 1230: The Feeling of Being Roasted Over the Fire

"Well, perhaps this truly is my destiny?" Chen Mumu sighed deeply, caressing his beloved silver spear, his face full of worry.

Just then, commotion arose outside.

Someone came to report: "Sect Leader, it's bad. Brother Mu actually went to provoke the Long Sword Sect!"

"What?" Chen Mumu felt he had misheard: "Mu Yang went to provoke them? Are you sure?"

"Sure, just ten minutes ago, he appeared outside our moat. Upon hearing someone belittle our Silver Spear Sect, he turned around to challenge the Long Sword Sect."

Chen Mumu staggered, nearly falling headlong: "Let's go, I want to watch the battle. Although Mu Yang is unreliable, his martial arts talent far surpasses mine. I can die, but Mu Yang cannot!"

Not even bothering to put on shoes, Chen Mumu grabbed the silver spear in his hand and dashed straight toward the Long Sword Sect.

Outside the Long Sword Sect.

A sea of people.

At least a thousand people.

Upon hearing that Mu Yang actually came to challenge, many people ran here with their pants still raised, without even wiping their butts after a bathroom visit.

A duel between experts from the two main sects is rarer than once in a few centuries.

Witnessing this can boast for a lifetime.

To miss it naturally brings a lifetime of regret.

Among those who came to watch, not only were there cultivators but also ordinary people.

However, ordinary people's pace was too slow, and many only started coming when they heard the news, probably by the time they arrived, the fight would be over.

Of course, these were no longer important.

What mattered was how fiercely this challenge grabbed the attention of nearly everyone within three thousand miles.

Mu Yang stood on a big tree, hands behind his back, enjoying the feeling of being in the spotlight, quite pleased.

"If Heaven did not give birth to me, White Robe Mu, the divine wind would be like night!" Mu Yang boasted, causing many women to scream.

"So handsome!"

"Is that Mu Yang? Truly handsome!"

"To have the courage to challenge the Long Sword Sect, surely worthy of being my Brother Mu Yang."

"Pah, shameless, clearly my Brother Mu Yang."

Leng Yan's expression changed, displeased that others took his lines: "That's my Brother Mu, White Robe Silver Spear Brother Mu. Once he defeats Feng Boqi of the Long Sword Sect, he can become Old Monster Mu. Definitely not someone you can look up to."

Ye Guichen was speechless.

This Mu Yang indeed had talent; wherever he went, he could change the atmosphere.

Yet, if you keep boasting, won't you be able to die without closing your eyes properly if someone kills you?

Ye Guichen reluctantly looked up.

"They're coming out, the people from the Long Sword Sect are coming out!"

Someone shouted.

Sure enough, a blue-robed figure rushed out from within.

Holding a long sword over two meters in length.

"Not Feng Boqi of the Ruthless Blade!"

"Eh, that appears to be one of Feng Boqi's disciples, supposedly possessing the dual-sword killing technique, Wu Liulang!"

"Wu Liulang?"

"Yes, yes, this person has the same Qi Refinement Fifth Layer cultivation level as Mu Yang."

"No wonder it seems Feng Boqi doesn't bother to face Mu Yang and is too lazy to come to battle, hence sending his disciple."

"Indeed, indeed, winning such a battle lacks honor!"

Mu Yang's face turned sour when he saw it was not Feng Boqi who emerged.

"Ignore me, fine. Today, I'll make you pay for your disdain!" Mu Yang shouted, waving his long spear, seven spear tips in motion.

Three merged, while the other four seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, encircling around.

Seeing this, Ye Guichen nodded silently.

Indeed, he's got some skills.

It seems this Mu Yang is not just a king of boasting but has genuine ability.

"Alright, Brother Mu, Liulang accepts the challenge!"

Clang!

Wu Liulang didn't hesitate, raising his sword and responding.

Clang clang clang!

The sound of weapons clashing echoed.

Initially, they fought evenly matched.

But after just a dozen breaths, Mu Yang gained the upper hand and pierced Wu Liulang's chest with a spear.

Wu Liulang immediately fell, spat blood, prepared to resist but was directly beheaded by Mu Yang.

Mu Yang arrogantly stepped on Wu Liulang's corpse, "Feng Boqi, come out and fight!"

Everyone was in an uproar.

To kill Feng Boqi's disciple outside the Long Sword Sect, that's outrageously audacious!

Ye Guichen felt indifferent.

This king of boasting indeed defies common sense.

Leng Yan, however, was overjoyed: "Long live Old Monster Mu, Long live Old Monster Mu! Old Monster Mu is the coolest!"

"Dare to kill my disciple, courting death!"

Finally, an angry shout rang out.

The voice boomed like thunder into everyone's ears. Those with lower cultivation covered their ears, pale-faced.

Ye Guichen finally let go of his disdain.

A Foundation Establishment Expert, another one.

Moreover, this Foundation Establishment Expert is no weaker than Su the Monster.

Unfortunately, Ye currently had no Hundred Gu Pill, otherwise, he wouldn't fear such a Foundation Establishment Expert.

No, better retreat a bit, it would be bad to get involved.

Ye Guichen quietly retreated two steps.

Mu Yang was excited to have forced the master out, laughing: "Haha, if Heaven did not give birth to me, White Robe..."

"Begone!"

Bam!

Before Mu Yang could finish, Feng Boqi struck with a palm, cutting off Mu Yang's words.

If that wasn't enough, Mu Yang had no time to resist and was directly sent flying.

The spot he flew to landed right in front of Ye Guichen.

The crowd fell silent.

Mu Yang, blood at the corner of his mouth, glanced at Ye Guichen staring at him, then silently reached out to Ye Guichen: "Sect Leader, lend me a hand."

Ye Guichen's mouth twitched fiercely.

He felt countless eyes fixed on him.

Especially the Foundation Establishment Expert, the Long Sword Sect's Sect Leader, Feng Boqi.

"You're the Sect Leader of the Long Sword Sect? Why so young? Where's Chen Mumu?" Feng Boqi frowned, coming to Mu Yang and stepped on him, as if he were the real king of boasting.

Mu Yang struggled to stand but couldn't move.

Despite his strength, the gap between their realms was too obvious.

Mu Yang wasn't a match for Feng Boqi at all.

"Feng Boqi, Master Ye is our Sect Leader. Defeating me means nothing; my bones are hard. If you can beat Master Ye, then I'll admit defeat!"

Mu Yang roared loudly.

Leng Yan: "Brother Mu is so gutsy, I like it!"

Ye Guichen wished to be invisible.

I don't want to meddle, can't you drag me into this?

But it's useless.

The Long Sword Sect's Feng Boqi had already locked onto him.

Indeed, Feng Boqi prepared to stomp Mu Yang to death.

"Compete with me, or should I stomp him to death now?" Feng Boqi fixated on Ye Guichen, his eyes full of provocation.

Although his disciple was killed by Mu Yang, if he could defeat the Silver Spear Sect's Leader and kill this Sect Leader, the Silver Spear Sect would be completely finished.

Of course, the premise is to force the opponent to act.