Chapter 1708: Bullied with a stick!

Yang Lin stepped forward and reached out to grab the stick, quite a bit of the bold posture of an expert.

"Buzz."

However, just when Yang Lin's hand was about to grab the stick, a shock wave emitted from the stick and directly swung Yang Lin's hand away.

Then the stick flew up and hit Yang Lin.

Yang Lin was startled, feeling the inexplicable crisis, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to block.

"Peng."

The stick hit Yang Lin's arm, and in an instant, Yang Lin's arm exploded.

hiss.

At this moment, everyone took a breath of cold air.

Where did this stick come from, to be so terrifying?

Not only did he hit people on his own initiative, he actually injured Yang Lin's body.

Yang Lin, a strong man in the early stage of breaking the Tao realm, still only hit his arm. If he hit his head, his head would not be blown off.

At this moment, Yang Lin had already withdrawn from the distance and actively avoided the stick.

After the stick hit the target, it immediately flew back and was inserted back into place with a squeaking sound.

Everyone looked at this scene, and they didn't dare to act rashly.

It felt like facing a vicious dog, for fear of being bitten.

"spread."

After a moment, Yang Lin regrouped his arms and cautiously walked over to test him. When he saw that the stick no longer hit him, he felt relieved and asked everyone to stay away.

Even he was injured by this stick, let alone others.

No one dared to be careless, they had already made up a picture in their minds.

Were Hu Tiehan and the others chased and beaten by this stick, and finally forced to self-destruct?

Probably.

"Senior brother, are you just going to watch?"

For a long time, no one moved, all eyes fixed on the stick.

Yang Lin's face twitched slightly, as if he couldn't think of any other way besides just watching.

Chen Muyu said, "I feel that this should be the treasure that Master left to me. Perhaps, I can surrender him."

Say something stupid.

I can't surrender, can you?

However, if this is really what the master left to him, maybe he can really surrender it. After all, treasures have spirits.

"How about I go try?"

Chen Muyu asked for his opinion. To be honest, he was also worried. The blow that Yang Lin received just now was still vivid in his mind.

Yang Lin hesitated for a long time, "You go and try, I will take care of you."

This doesn't seem like a solution, someone still has to try.

If it was just like that, Yang Lin was confident that he could still rescue Chen Muyu before he was beaten to death by the stick.

After receiving Yang Lin's approval, Chen Muyu calmed down and walked towards the stick.

When he came to the stick, Chen Muyu's nose was sweating a little, and his nerves were tense. He looked at the stick intently, not even daring to blink.

"Senior brother, please take care of me."

Chen Muyu reminded, his voice trembling slightly.

At this moment, he was very nervous.

"Let's do it."

Yang Lin was standing two steps away from him, and he was also nervous at the moment.

Chen Muyu didn't reply, but his hand slowly reached towards the stick.

The nerves of everyone around him were extremely tense, especially Zhang Yuling and others, who were always ready to rescue.

"Master bless you, master bless you."

Chen Muyu muttered repeatedly, as if he wanted to tell the stick in front of him that I am a disciple of the Jida, and you were given to me by the Jida.

"Buzz!"

The Jida disciples are nothing, but the one just now is also a Jida disciple, so isn’t it fair to beat him as well?

When Chen Muyu's hand touched the handle of the stick, the stick suddenly shook like a sensitive little girl, and a force directly shook Chen Muyu's hand away.

It's refusing.

not good.

Chen Muyu was shocked by this scene, as was Yang Lin just now.

The stick flew up with a swish and hit Chen Muyu directly.

Chen Muyu was horrified. He felt like he was locked by a terrifying force and it was difficult to get away.

"Whoosh."

Just when the stick was about to fall, Chen Muyu felt a force coming from the side and wrapped him away.

It's Yang Lin.

Yang Lin took action in time.

In a blink of an eye, Chen Muyu was brought to a mountain top thousands of miles away.

"call."

Chen Muyu exhaled a long breath, feeling like he had narrowly escaped death.

"Brother!"

Looking around warily, Chen Muyu touched his head, face, hands and feet, and found that they were still intact, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you OK?"

As soon as Yang Lin finished asking, his expression suddenly changed because he saw a stick appear out of thin air behind Chen Muyu.

"Walk."

After catching Chen Muyu, Yang Lin took him to escape again.

"boom!"

This blow missed Chen Muyu, but hit Yang Lin.

Yang Lin was hit on the back and was knocked away.

The stick clicked and stopped directly in front of Chen Muyu, with the head pointing at Chen Muyu's eyebrows.

Obviously, it was not asking Chen Muyu to catch it, otherwise it would not be pointing at him with the head of the stick.

Yang Lin was whipped away, and he didn't know what the situation was. Chen Muyu lost his protection. At this moment, it was as if someone had a gun pointed at his head, and he was extremely nervous.

"Gun, brother stick."

Chen Muyu swallowed hard, for fear of irritating the stick. Since the treasure has a spirit, let's negotiate with it, "Brother stick, let's have a good talk. My name is Chen Muyu. I am a young disciple of the Jida. I am the stick." I asked you to come to you, and I have no intention of offending you. If you have any complaints, why not come to my master to discuss it?"

It was okay not to speak, but as soon as he spoke, the stick seemed to be more energetic, and it was drawn directly towards Chen Muyu again.

"Grass."

Chen Muyu had been on guard for a long time, so he turned around and fled.

But his speed couldn't be compared. Just as he had time to turn around, the stick was already on his shoulder.

With a bang, Chen Muyu was whipped away.

It hurts, it really hurts.

The pain was so intense that Chen Muyu couldn't fly, so he fell directly from the top of the mountain and crashed into the valley at the foot of the mountain.

It hurts so much.

"Snapped!"

Before he could get up from the ground, another burst of pain penetrated his soul. Needless to say, the stick hit his back again.

"oops!"

There is no need to look at it at all, the skin on the back is absolutely torn.

"Brother Gun, it's okay, it's okay."

Chen Muyu cried out in pain.

But the louder Chen Muyu screamed, the more joyful the beatings with the stick seemed to be, one stick after another, until he was spanked on the back and buttocks.

Yelling.

In my memory, when I was young, I went to other people's houses with my friends to steal sweet potatoes, and my father caught me and gave me a beating like this.

The stick came down one after another. At first, Chen Muyu could crawl two steps and shout twice, but later he could only moan and cry.