Everyone present has changed their faces, changed and changed.

——Between the lightning and flint, Wang Xiaoyun, who was already the fifth level of the Spiritual Light Realm, was defeated with one move without even seeing the opponent's move!

What is the origin of this young man, and why does he have such strength?

Several warriors of the Wang family were already full of anger, staring at the arrogant and indifferent young man.

After Fan Li took a deep breath, he also stood up.

The guest was beaten at home, and he, as the host, had no reason to stand by and watch.

What's more, this young man's behavior is really too deceitful!

Fan Li said angrily: "Who are you! You dare to trespass on my Fan family, do such a transgressive thing, and injure my Fan family's distinguished guests in front of me!"

As soon as he slapped the table, more than a dozen powerful warriors walked in.

Fan Li shouted violently: "Could it be that you really have no one in my Fan family?"

Zhou Mu still didn't even raise his eyelids.

But anyone could feel the disdain and sarcasm on his face.

Fortunately, this time, he finally didn't say a word.

Zhou Mu said condescendingly: "The core disciple of Yanyu Building, the Zhou family of Yunshui City, Zhou Mu." ”

His tone was the same as his face, in addition to disdain and sarcasm, but also with a kind of condescending indifference.

It was as if these people in the lobby were just ants who had never seen the world in his eyes.

His words became more and more harsh, without the slightest politeness.

"In a moment of incense, let Fan Yu's waste roll in front of me, and I want him to explain to me the matter of the Imperial Dabi. ”

"Also, I want him to explain to me well, my waste brother Zhou Si's matter!"

Hearing this, several Wang family warriors were shocked, and their pupils were full of disbelief.

Wang Xiaoyun had already gotten up from the ground, pointed at Zhou Mu and said, "You...... How dare you say such a thing!?"

"How dare you insult the Fan family master like this!?"

Not only him, but the rest of the people also felt their blood surge up, and their eyes were about to split.

Since the battle with the Demon Mountain Sect, everyone in Linyuan City has faintly regarded Fan Yu as a god-like figure.

It's not just because Fan Yu turned the tide, defeated Moteng, opened the treasure house, and made immortal achievements.

is also because Fan Yu's words and deeds, his way of doing things, have won everyone's love and awe.

When it comes to Fan Yu on weekdays, even if others are not full of beautiful words, they will never dare to say the slightest rudeness.

However, this young man dared to let Fan Yu roll over?

What a daring!

Holding back the severe pain in his abdomen, Wang Xiaoyun was ruthless in his heart, and he was ready to join forces with several Wang family martial artists to attack and take down Zhou Mu on the spot.

Since one can't beat you, then let's go up with four or five of them, and let you have a good experience, I'm not easy to mess with!

Fan Li stopped Wang Xiaoyun in time.

Among all the people present, he was the oldest, and after a brief burst of rage, he quickly regained his senses.

Fan Li's eyes when he looked at Zhou Mu were full of deep jealousy.

He already understood that today's affairs were no longer something he could handle.

- Others may not have heard it clearly just now, but Fan Li heard it clearly, this Zhou Mu is not only the core disciple of Yanyu Building, but also the Zhou family from Yunshui City!

More than a month ago, the imperial envoy killed by Fan Yu in public, the fat pig named Zhou Si, didn't he also come from the Yunshui Zhou family?

Thinking of this, a layer of cold sweat immediately formed on Fan Li's back.

He took a deep breath, grabbed Wang Xiaoyun, and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

Fan Li said in a deep voice: "This Zhou Gongzi, but he is an envoy sent by the empire?"

Hearing this, everyone in the hall sighed.

Even if he didn't need Fan Li to pull him, Wang Xiaoyun's whole person was already deflated, and he didn't dare to take a step forward.

When Zhou Mu heard this, he actually sneered and said, "Messenger, do you think that I am just like my waste brother, but I am just running errands for the Situ royal family?"

Fan Li's heart sank.

The identity of the imperial envoy, placed in a small surrounding city like Linyuan City, is undoubtedly an existence that can call the wind and rain and be rampant.

But in this week's pasture, it is such a disdainful look.

What is the origin of this man?

Fan Li sighed in his heart, immediately turned his head, his lips moved slightly, and secretly signaled Fan Tieshan with his eyes.

"Quick, go and invite the Great Elder!"

Fan Tieshan nodded secretly, and was about to turn around and leave, but a look of horror and horror suddenly appeared on his face.

Zhou Mu said lightly: "I asked Fan Yu to roll over, but did I say that I asked you to move?"

I saw that Zhou Mu obviously didn't move, but the golden long sword on his waist rose on its own, swept out like lightning, leaving a golden rainbow in the air.

"Fly...... Flying Sword!"

Before this exclamation fell, the golden Changhong had already penetrated the door frame and stabbed Fan Tieshan's left leg, as if he was about to cut off his lower limbs with a sword!

This sword not only castrated quickly, beyond everyone's expectations, but also broke their cognition and shocked their minds!

The golden light is as dazzling as the warm sun, but the sword qi is as cold as ice.

Fan Tieshan's face was pale, and before the flying sword fell, he felt a chill in his lower body, and a pair of legs seemed to be no longer his own.

Just listen to the "ding" sound of the pop.

The golden rainbow suddenly collapsed, recoiled and retreated along the previous trajectory, and returned to the scabbard on Zhou Mu's waist with a clatter.

Fan Li was stunned, but his heart was relieved, his face was filled with joy, and he hurriedly looked out of the lobby.

A slender and tall figure walked in leisurely.

He was dressed in a white robe, white and victorious in snow, and his handsome face looked as warm as jade against the surrounding snow.

Up and down the body, there are no superfluous embellishments, except for a jade belt around the waist and a delicate bag, which adds a bit of grace.

Anyone who looked at him seemed to feel a warm spring breeze blowing, blowing away the chill that filled the sky.

But if the enemy saw him, he only felt a kind of coercion like an abyss, as if he was going to overwhelm people.

Wang Xiaoyun looked at Fan Yu in surprise, and the pain in his abdomen seemed to be much lighter.

And Zhou Mu's pupils shrank, and he was really a little out of breath.

- This white-clothed figure is none other than Fan Yu, who has just finished his retreat!

Fan Yu said coldly: "Take your sword, leave a hand, and then go back to where you come from!"

Fan Yu's voice was not loud, but there was an irresistible coercion and momentum.

The wind and snow were all over the sky, and the trajectory was chaotic in an instant.

Zhou Mu stared at him with burning eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You, is Fan Yu?"

At this moment, Zhou Mu seemed to be unable to see anyone else in his eyes, and all his attention was focused on Fan Yu.

How could he not see that the aura on Fan Yu's body was just a breakthrough to the Spiritual Light Realm.

The sword he had just now, although it was only a casual blow, was by no means taken by a martial artist of the Spiritual Light Realm.

But Fan Yu took it!

And it's so relaxed and casual, he can't even see it clearly!

Looking at Fan Yu's handsome face, in addition to shock and anger, Zhou Mu's eyes gradually showed a sense of anger and jealousy.

He said in a deep voice: "Can't you hear what this son said?"

Fan Yu didn't answer, and sneered: "My patience is limited, I hope you also heard what I said." ”

Zhou Mu laughed angrily, "Okay, good, do you know who this son is?"

Fan Yu also smiled and said, "You, you deserve to let me know?"

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard another whistling sound in the air.

Zhou Mu patted the golden long sword on his waist, and the long sword turned into a magnificent golden light again, like a big sun thrown into the sea, stabbing straight towards Fan Yu's eyebrows.

A silk thread of source power, invisible to the naked eye, is attached to the tail of the sword.

Under Zhou Mu's full urging, the flying sword was much stronger than before in terms of speed, strength and momentum.

Zhou Mu said loudly: "The best martial arts of the human level, the smoke and rain sword style, the wind rises!"

In the lobby, Mu Fan flew over, the teacup overturned, and Fan Li and the others retreated one after another, as if there was a strong wind blowing their faces, blowing their skin painfully.

Fan Yu smiled and drew his sword.

It's just that the sword he pulled out didn't look like a divine weapon.

It's a broken sword!

Everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the scene of the ancestors seemed to be repeated.

——After another "ding" explosion, the golden light collapsed, as if it had been hit hard, and along the trajectory when it came, it retreated back into Zhou Mu's scabbard, trembling non-stop!

Zhou Mu's arrogant and indifferent face changed greatly for the first time.

Fan Yu said in a deep voice: "If you don't roll down from my position, I will let you sit forever in this life!"

The golden sword was still trembling, like a whimper.

Zhou Mu didn't move.

The expression on his face was as ugly as eating.

This time, he finally saw clearly how the other party made a move.

- Just a simple draw of the sword.

But he couldn't imagine that the sword technique he used to exert with the fivefold cultivation of the Spiritual Light Realm was still forced back by Fan Yu's sword.

Or with that tattered broken sword!

This made Zhou Mu, who has been respected since he was a child and is known as the peerless Tianjiao, completely unacceptable psychologically.

What a proud man he was?

From childhood to adulthood, inside and outside the family, he was the kind of existence that others could not reach.

Not only is his martial arts cultivation far beyond his peers, but even the martial artists in the realm have never been his opponents.

Later, with his peerless talent, he joined Yanyu Tower, one of the four major martial arts sects of the Canghai Empire, and became one of the few core disciples, and since then he has been even more out of control.

Although, he is only the strength at the bottom of this generation's core disciples.

But no matter the exercises or martial arts practiced, they are the top martial arts inheritance in the Canghai Empire, how can they be compared to these hillbillies in Linyuan City?

From the moment he came to Yuancheng, Zhou Mu's heart was full of disdain and extremely inflated self-confidence.

Until Fan Yu's sword slashed, like a loud slap in the face, it slapped him in the face!

It also shattered all his pride and self-confidence.

But this slap in the face is simply very happy in the eyes of the Fan family and Wang Xiaoyun and others.

Wang Xiaoyun sneered: "Didn't you Zhou Mu still look like you were high up before, why, now you finally know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky?"

Even if the other party has a big background, now that he has Fan Yu's support, Wang Xiaoyun no longer has any scruples.

He took a sip on the ground, "With your kind of color, you dare to pretend to be garlic in front of the head of the Fan family, I don't think you are even qualified to lift shoes for him!"

Zhou Mu trembled, his eyes became red, his heart was like a poisonous snake gnawing, and his murderous intent suddenly rose.

He jumped up from the bench, no longer attacking with his sword, and the green tendons in his hand jumped violently, and he actually pulled out his sword directly.

Zhou Mu is worthy of being the core disciple of Yanyu Building, compared to the previous sword technique, after doing it himself at this moment, he didn't know what kind of body martial arts he had performed, and his speed skyrocketed again.

But he is fast, but Fan Yu is faster!

Another sword, a simple sword.

The seemingly tattered broken sword, in Fan Yu's hands, actually has an invincible majestic power.

The sword body swept out like a door panel, and immediately smashed Zhou Mulian with the sword to the ground.

Zhou Muhu's mouth ached, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The look of anger on his face was replaced by fear before it could be cleared.