Immortal Young Man on Campus

With this thought, Zhuang Mengdie was so anxious that she didn't care about being shy, and hurriedly explained: "Yu Mo, don't get me wrong, I just changed my clothes."

This kind of thing is getting darker and darker.

After Yu Mo heard this, he was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

Zhuang Mengdie also realized this and couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Cough cough!

Yu Mo coughed twice, tried his best to restrain his embarrassment, and said, "Aunt Zhuang, I have something to discuss with you. Isn't it summer vacation right now? I plan to go out with Yushu to meet the world and gain knowledge."

Hearing this, Zhuang Mengdie gradually calmed down.

She was still reluctant, but she still squeezed out a smile and said, "This is a good thing, of course I agree. It's just that Yushu has never traveled far, so I'm afraid it will cause you trouble."

Yu Mo laughed dumbly, he wanted to ask Zhuang Yushu, how could Zhuang Yushu cause him trouble.

He waved his hand and explained, "Aunt Zhuang, you are overthinking it. Yushu is very capable. How can it cause me trouble? I still need his help."

Zhuang Mengdie was overjoyed and said, "Really?"

Yu Mo nodded: "It's absolutely true."

Zhuang Mengdie smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "This is good, this is good."

"Then you agreed?"

Zhuang Mengdie smiled and said, "How could I refuse. Yushu has grown up, and he should have gone to see the outside world long ago. It's because I have no ability and can't provide conditions. Now, he met you, yes He was very lucky."

Yu Mo couldn't wait to say: "Then I'll go tell him the good news."

Seeing Yu Mo leaving the room, Zhuang Mengdie sat softly on the head of the bed, holding her chest, panting, she turned her head to look at the wardrobe, and quickly put away her intimate clothes.

"He's just a teenager, how can I be shy, I'm really a bad woman." She frowned, rubbed her chest, and felt sorry for herself.

When Zhuang Yushu heard the good news, he was so happy that he almost jumped up in the yard.

"Yu Shu, get ready, we will set off the day after tomorrow." Yu Mo urged.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced in the direction of the bedroom, and in his mind he couldn't help but see the seductive black lace.

He took a deep breath, quickly suppressed this evil thought, and walked away quickly, fearing that the thought would come up again.

The river is turbulent, and the evening wind blows.

Go along the dam all the way.

A bright moon had already climbed the branches, the moonlight fell from the sky, and silver ripples appeared on the lake.

Yu Mo stopped and saw a person standing quietly under a tree in the distance, blending in with the surrounding environment.

But he still didn't escape Yu Mo's eyes.

Yu Mo stared straight at the other party, narrowed his eyes slightly, and walked over step by step.

This is an old acquaintance.

"Uncle Sword!"

Yu Mo called out softly.

Uncle Jian was silent, the hostility in his eyes had already been quietly revealed.

Yu Mo wasn't afraid of him, he walked straight to him and asked, "Uncle Jian stopped me, what's the matter?"

"Teach you a lesson!" Uncle Jian's voice seemed to be squeezed out of the cracks in the stone, full of hatred, his eyes were like electricity, as if he was going to slash Yu Mo with a thousand swords.

Huh?

Yu Mo doesn't know why, he and Uncle Jian have no conflict, why is Uncle Jian so angry.

"Uncle Jian, is there any misunderstanding?" Yu Mo asked.

"No misunderstanding!" Uncle Jian swayed, and the figure flew and attacked Yu Mo fiercely.

He knew that Yu Mo was not what he used to be, and he was very skilled.

Therefore, as soon as he made a shot, he did not leave behind, and went all out, murderous and aura like a rainbow.

Yu Mo raised his brows.

The clay figurine also has three points of anger, how can he withstand this unprovoked attack.

call!

Yu Mo slapped it out with a fluttering palm, weak and powerless, but in fact turbulent.

"Shh!"

A long sword with a gleaming cold light came out of nowhere. When Uncle Jian approached Yu Mo, he stabbed it out quickly, stabbing Yu Mo's vital point.

Yu Mo was startled, Uncle Jian's shot was so ruthless, his anger also swept up.

"I have no grievances or enmity with you, but you are so cruel, so don't blame me for being rude."

boom!

A palm hit the long sword, and the huge force made the long sword bend into a full moon.

Uncle Jian took advantage of his strength to rise into the air, like a falcon swooping at a rabbit, falling from the sky, the sword flower trembled, shrouding Yu Mo, front, back, left and right, attacking in all directions, leaving him nowhere to hide.

Yu Mo didn't plan to hide.

Zheng!

The sword was unsheathed, the blood blade burst out, and Yu Mo seemed to be one with the sword.

Swish!

The sword light lit up and formed one piece, like a sea of ​​blood, and the murderous aura that rushed toward him was suffocating.

Uncle Jian has seen countless swordsman masters in his life, but he has never felt this way.

"Since you want to use a sword, then I will learn swordsmanship with you."

All blood return!

Yu Mo learned to use it and used this sword technique directly.

Returning to the Sect of Ten Thousand Blood is the most exquisite swordsmanship of the Blood Sect.

Uncle Jian is a self-proclaimed master of swordsmanship, but when faced with the return of the blood, he immediately showed a disadvantage.

Click!

In just one move, the blood blade hit the long sword, and the long sword broke in response, turning into pieces on the ground.

Uncle Jian seemed to have been hit by the immobilization spell, stopped abruptly, and stopped in place, dumbfounded.

"how so?"

He sometimes looked down at the debris on the ground, and sometimes looked up at the blood blade, and his eyes were full of doubts.

He had no idea how all this was going on.

How could he be so vulnerable after practicing swordsmanship for half his life?

Yu Mo's expression was indifferent, as if all this was a matter of course, without any suspense.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Suddenly, Uncle Jian screamed like a madman, stared at Yu Mo with a complicated look, and asked, "How did you do it?"

"You saw it yourself, do you still use me to repeat it?" Yu Mo asked rhetorically.

Uncle Jian saw it, but he thought it was his eyesight.

Otherwise, how could he break his saber with a single sword.

Even if the opponent is a powerful weapon, his saber is not of ordinary quality, and it is impossible to withstand even a single move.

"What swordsmanship did you use?" Uncle Jian had to choose to believe this cruel reality and asked again.

Returning to the Sect of Ten Thousand Blood is the swordsmanship of the Blood Sect. He didn't want to advertise it widely, and everyone knew about it, so he smiled and said mysteriously, "You have no right to know."

Uncle Jian's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Since he became famous, no one has dared to despise him so much in swordsmanship, and his heart seems to have been stabbed severely.

Uncle Jian was not reconciled and roared: "If you don't say it, then I will force you to say it."

A short sword was tightly held in his hand, and the sword light flashed, cold as snow, slightly less powerful, but still not to be underestimated.

He is like a man's arm and a car, fighting hard.

Of course Yu Mo wouldn't give him this chance, and the blood blade came out of his hand and slashed at Uncle Jian.

Immediately, a threatening aura rushed towards his face, Uncle Jian seemed to have seen a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and a huge wave was set off, slapping him fiercely.