A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

Muyu stood on the ring, looking at the other side. Neng Cai is proud of his performance in front of Xiao Hu. If nothing unexpected, Xiao Hu is likely to be another Qingsong Taoist in the future cultivation realm. If he can get in touch with Xiao Hu at this time, the price he pays is only humiliation. Some disciples send disciples, who will not let go of such errands.

"Boy, you are very lucky. I didn't intend to break your limbs. It's a pity that I have to worry about hurting you. But I shouldn't overdo it."

Nengcaiquan itself is the practice of building foundation triplet. For Muyu's breath of Qi practice period, he thinks it is ridiculous to think about it. The disciples of Qi practice period also come to participate in the competition?

Because this ring is due to the participation of the Luochen School, there are basically no disciples in the crowd. After all, everyone looks at the strength of their opponents, not to watch one-sided games. It doesn't make much sense to see this kind of game that can be won without a shot.

"Left face or right face?" Mu Yu asked.

"What?" Neng Caiquan thought Muyu was stupid, and asked such a strange question. He laughed: "Of course they came together!"

"I found that your left and right faces are asymmetrical, and your left face is a bit larger than your right face. I think it will still hit your right face. The right face is swollen and symmetrical." Mu Yu said.

"Okay, I have the guts!" Nengcai didn't expect Muyu to talk to him like this, which made him annoyed and angry. "It seems that it's a lot of slaps to let you know that the waste is a waste after all. Enemies like your waste."

Nengcai didn't dispatch his magic weapon at all. He didn't think he had the need to dispatch his magic weapon. It would be ridiculous to deal with a cultivator in a temperament period if he could not handle it with bare hands! Nengcai all stood up and dared to Muyu, while his right hand was raised high and hit Muyu's face.

Too simple, this is obviously a unilateral abuse!

Nengcai confessed that he had the foundation to build a triple-day practice, and didn't take Muyu's eyes into consideration. It seems to him that his speed is a rapid phantom in Muyu's eyes. It is impossible for the other party to see his movements, and it is impossible to avoid his own slap. He saw Mu Yu didn't move, and he thought this kid was scared?

He could already imagine Muyu being slapped by himself. He even withdrew a little effort, so as not to force Muyu out of the field too much, and it would be too boring to end the test early. He was still thinking about how he would humiliate Mu Yu, slap him, how about breaking the kid's teeth?

His hand didn't draw, as if someone had clamped his arm firmly.

Neng Cai was stunned, and found that his slap could not be pulled anymore. He turned his head to look. Mu Yu had somehow grasped his wrist and arm. He was surprised, but his face suddenly snapped, and then It was hot pain. He didn't realize that his right face was swollen. He vaguely felt that there were some hard particles in his mouth.

"Snapped!"

There was another loud sound, and Neng Caiquan finally spit out the foreign body in his mouth, accompanied by a mouthful of blood, which was mixed with a few teeth. He didn't appreciate his teeth, because his chest was stuffy, and the whole person flew out heavily and fell to the ring.

"Luochen School, win!"

Mu Yu didn't even look at it before he could glance at it, and went directly to the ring and left. No one pays attention to this ring, even if it can fall down and cause a dull noise, it just makes everyone look at it and ignore it. After all, this is a competition, and the condition of winning is that you need to knock people off the ring. This situation is already more common.

There must be one beaten in the competition during the competition. Everyone thought that the one under the ring was just a disciple.

"Your left and right faces should be symmetrical," Muyu said softly as she walked around Noka.

"Li and Li are not allowed to live in any way?" Neng Caiquan's teeth were cut off several times, his mouth was breeze, and his mouth slurred, and he looked at Muyu incredulously.

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Mu Yu shrugged and walked back. There is a referee next to him, but the referees are all Jindan cultivators. Although Neng Caiquan was extremely resentful in his heart, he really wanted to make a sneak attack from behind, but he finally resisted.

Muyu knew what he was going to say, and he was able to say "you are not a Qi practice period". He had never said that he was a Qi practice practitioner, but he could converge his breath because of the dust-mindedness. Therefore, Muyu is a rookie in the practice period.

These people looked down on Mu Yu and were paralyzed, which also made Mu Yu save a lot of trouble, otherwise he would not be so simple to win, he had to make at least two strokes.

In five consecutive competitions, Mu Yu’s opponents were all based on one or two goals. The opponent looked to be a disciple of disciples, or a young boy in a temperament period. He didn’t care about it at all, and sent disciples with low strength to play, with high strength. 'S disciples should cultivate their energy and use it to deal with other powerful martial arts.

No matter how seriously you take this disciple, when you hear the falling dust school and the Qi training period, the guard in your heart has gone to the majority, so when Muyu won five consecutive competitions, she still did not get the attention of other schools. Is very rare.

Unless the encounter is Qingsong faction.

The sixth competition was the Qingchen School. Almost all the disciples of the Qingsong faction watched the competition because the Qingsong faction was a giant of the cultivation realm. The shots of each of their disciples seemed remarkable to other disciples and worth learning.

In the past, the Qingsong faction kept a record of winning streak and became the undisputed number one, so everyone will watch every competition, just to find out how to defeat their weaknesses.

Muyu stood on the ring, and no accident, the Qingsong sent the little tiger with the lowest repair, maybe the reason for the little tiger, maybe because of the dust school, so two unequal disciples stood on the ring, and the audience showed The trend is one-sided.

"Go on! Really, are the disciples sending out disciples to be funny?"

"He may have come to see the honor of Xiaohu, played against Xiaohu, and returned with bragging capital."

Mu Yu's competition is hard to get so many audiences, these audiences are all coaxing. Xiaohu played three times today, and was astounding in all directions. He defeated other sects as a disciple who was higher than him. His talent was amazing and jealous, but no one dared to say his No, after all, he is hailed as the younger generation most likely to surpass Qingsong Taoist.

"I bet this boy can't hold five breaths."

"Five breaths? Did you exalt him too much? If I could breathe out him in one breath!"

"Won't he just kneel down and beg for mercy?"

"Don't you really say that this dusty teenager is not easy. I watched him compare and I won."

"Come on, are you the sailor invited by the dust?"

Not everyone has not watched the contest of Muyu, some people have paid attention to it, not to mention the martial arts defeated by Muyu. In this case, no faction would say the fact that they lost to the Luochen faction. This is very embarrassing. They talked about disciples who had not yet dealt with the Luochen faction, and these disciples would naturally not believe the Luochen faction. Gossip to win the competition.

Will the rookie in the Qiqiang practice period win? No kidding!

"Two years ago, you said the future, so today I will tell you what the future is." Xiao Hu's Cangsong sword floated beside him. He built only one foundation for the foundation, but with this sword, many of them built five foundations. No one in heaven is his opponent, so he is very dependent on this sword.

"Oh, then you talk about it." Mu Yu looked at Xiaohu quietly. Like the previous five contests, the opponent always had to express his own contempt speech before the fight. It seemed that he didn't laugh at the fallout school, and the contest would be lost. Meaning.

"Gray disciple is a gray disciple after all, even if you enter a waste school, under the guidance of a waste master, you will always be a gray disciple!" Xiaohu is extremely mean.

Mu Yu was unimpressed: "Is that all? These words have just been told to me by many martial brethren. I also hope you can say something constructive."

The other schools were laughing at his origin, and he was taught a hard meal by him, knowing what it means to be a face. Xiaohu relied only on the Cangsong sword. Without the sword, he was nothing. Xiaohu found that Mu Yu was not as angry as he thought, but instead seemed so calm, which made him very unhappy.

"Do you remember looking for Deacon? I don’t know why I get upset every time I go to college to see him, because he always protects you gray disciples, but he forgets that he is a gray disciple, and I don’t want to see him. Take him to the monster forest, and leave him in the second-tier monster's territory, making him the monster's dish. I don't like gray disciples, nor do they like those who protect gray disciples. Those who really understand the distinction between master and servant will manage."

There was a trace of cruelty on Xiaohu's face. This kind of viciousness should not have appeared on a 14-year-old boy, but Xiaohu was held by the stars like a moon, and he thought that he did not need to live for those who did not like him. His heart has risen to the sky because of his own talent. In his eyes, the master of the cultivation world is a talented disciple.

The deacon is dead!

Muyu's brain was a bit blank. Deacon Xun is in charge of the grey disciples that the school has no sect, and he is also a grey disciple. Mu Yu still remembers that when he was humiliated by Xiaohu, Deacon Xun stood out to protect these gray disciples, and that Deacon Xun told Xiaohu that before the age of 16, gray disciples were not servants of the academy.

At that time, Deacon had already known that Xiaohu's future was limitless. He could choose to let Muyu be insulted by Xiaohu, or he could just stop him and force Muyu to apologize to Xiaohu, but he didn't. He has been a grey disciple for a lifetime, and has been a servant for a lifetime. It is looked down upon by countless self-cultivators. It is for this reason that he has mercy on the grey disciples, and it is for this reason that he feels the need to protect the grey disciples.

But I didn't expect that Geng Zhi, who was looking for a deacon, was hated by a so-called genius disciple, and even under the coercion of the order, he entered the territory of the second-order monster with the practice of Qi cultivation. There is no possibility of survival. Gray disciples chose to stay in the academy, at the expense of their servants, hoping to be favored by elders from other schools, join a certain school, and truly become a member of the realm. But the search for deacon's life, but in exchange for such a fate.

"You killed the deacon."

Muyu's voice was a little trembling. The last time he took Tianran to find someone in the academy, he was still thinking about finding Deacon, but at that time someone told him that Deacon had gone out to perform a mission~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He didn't see Deacon.

Muyu still remembers what he said to Deacon Xun. If one day Muyu succeeded in his cultivation, then he would come back and take Deacon Xun away. Nothing else, just to find the deacon when the grey disciple needs the most comfort, just to make the deacon free from the devil's claws of the academy!

"If there is really one day, if you can really leave here, then the old man is willing to be your servant. It is better to be called by you than by so many people!"

It was a deacon. When I was young, I stubbornly chose to stay, but when I was old, I kept thinking about escaping from the school. Muyu thought about going into the Jindan period and then looking for the deacon. At that time, he could let the deacon leave his school as his servant, and then let the deacon find his name incognito and live the life he wanted.

It's just that it's all too late, and the deacon didn't wait until the moment Muyu stepped into Jindan period.

"Disobedient servants cannot stay in the college."

Xiaohu found out that what he had done affected Mu Yu, and he shouted in his heart. He looked down on the grey disciples, looked down on the school's servants. Like all integrators, he looked down on the people who work for the school. No one would be willing to take the school's grey disciples out of the bitter sea. No one would waste that time. In everyone's eyes, gray The disciple is the servant of the self-cultivator!

"I understand."

Mu Yu became strangely calm in his heart. There was a gray air flow in his eyes. The gray air flow would always affect his mind, but today, he did not lose himself. He thought of seeking a deacon, and suddenly felt a sorrow.

Deacon Xun said that if you choose to stay in the college, you will be a servant of the college for the rest of your life. There are two ways to leave, one is to be taken away by some elders, and the other is to die.

Seeking Deacon left the school as expected, he was forced to choose the last one.