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For ordinary cultivators, without spiritual power, it is like water without a source and a tree without roots, no matter how powerful you are, how high your means are, it will not help.

This is also the reason why there were so many spiritual void realm powers planted in Mr. Yuxi's hands back then.

Now, Yun Mo's body qi is locked, the sea of knowledge is dead, and even the Five Elements Spirit Palace is like all the ice, in the face of this crisis, how should he break the situation?

He didn't make superfluous movements.

Just keep drawing your sword.

Calm countenance suddenly became hideous.

He is not an ordinary sword cultivator, and compared to spells and swordsmanship, his physique is not inferior to the strength of his physique. Gods and demons are immortal, although Yun Mo has not reached immortality, but it is the first body refining technique in the Great Demon Realm, and without spells, Yun Mo's physique is not weak.

A sword came out of the sheath, there was no sword intent, no sword gang, only the air compressed to the extreme by the long sword, forming a half-moon-shaped arc visible to the naked eye, which hit the old man.

Mr. Yuxi's eyes flashed with a trace of fear that could not be concealed, and he hurriedly blocked his hands alternately in front of him.

Then there was a crunch.

But it was the sound of Mr. Yuxi's hand bones breaking.

The sudden force broke the old man's hands, and then knocked him upside down and flew out.

Although Mr. Yuxi tried his best to stabilize his body, he still couldn't stop the terrifying power of this half-moon-shaped arc, and his body smashed on the gate of Yuelu Academy, with a loud bang, the thousand-pound red sandalwood courtyard door was torn apart, and the old man smashed into the crowd like a cannonball, if it wasn't stopped by a few professors with advanced cultivation, I don't know how many academy students would have been splashed with blood on the spot.

The arc of light passed over the crowd and split a three-story school building in half on the mountainside hundreds of miles away.

Although Mr. Yuxi was rescued by several professors, his right arm hung weakly, his face was as pale as paper, and after a while, he finally couldn't suppress the irritability in his chest, spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and then coughed violently, his body shook twice, and he was a little unsteady on his feet.

If the Yuxi finger of the head of Yuelu Academy brought people a sense of amazement, then Yun Mo's sword brought everyone a complete shock.

There is no sword intent, no sword qi and sword gang, and not even the slightest blessing of spiritual power, just with pure strength and speed, this old man who does not know how many powerful lives of the Spirit Void Realm in his hands can no longer have the power to fight back.

I'm afraid that the peak period of Fanshan River is nothing more than that, right?

The entire Yuelu Academy was dead silent.

Yun Mo slowly put his sword into the sheath.

Raising his head, his gaze swept over these academy students and teachers, even if he was unruly, he no longer had the courage to look at him.

"Reading can be erudite, you can be wise, you can be reasonable, and you can cultivate your self-cultivation, but what have you people read? What have you understood?" Yun Mo said coldly, "I admire the first generation of Confucian and Taoist sages, that old master, who really achieved self-cultivation and Qi family rule the country and level the world, but you disciples and grandchildren, pulling the banner of the old sage, do all dirty things, not for the common people in the world, only care about your own interests and gains, what qualifications do you have to call yourself a scholar and cultivator?"

I don't know if it was because I was afraid of Yun Mo's arrogance, or because Yun Mo said the truth in my heart, no one in Yuelu Academy dared to stand up and refute it, and Yun Mo's voice echoed in the field, like thunder.

Yun Mo's words were not impassioned, but they directly touched the depths of everyone's souls.

Mr. Yuxi, whose face was as pale as paper, opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

On the mountainside of Yunmo, the plaque engraved with four gilt characters of "Yuelu Academy" said softly: " This Yuelu Academy, is the master's personal student Zigong set up, in order not to guard the palace gate for Confucianism and Taoism, but to give all the scholars in the world a chance to practice and display their ambitions, the first year of its establishment, it brought together the world's famous people, here, students regardless of identity, regardless of talent, treat them equally, and now, in your group of people, except for a few people with extremely high talents, who does not come in by spending a lot of money or nepotism?"

After hearing this, most of the students lowered their heads in shame.

"In that case, then what is the need for this Yuelu Academy to exist?" After saying this, in the surprised eyes of everyone, he punched the plaque hundreds of zhang away.

Even now, the spiritual power and circulating qi in his body are still locked by Yuxi Finger, but the power of this punch should not be underestimated.

The terrifying power and speed instantly compressed the air in front of the fist to the extreme, and then suddenly broke away and shot out like a cannonball.

Just as the fist intent formed by the air was still three feet away from the plaque, a figure suddenly swept from the west and slammed into the fist intent.

There was a loud bang, as if there was thunder exploding in everyone's ears.

The fist intent was knocked away, and the figure also fell to the ground, but the huge impact at the moment of contact still made the huge plaque weighing thousands of catties shake uneasily, like a flat boat in the waves.

In the midst of everyone's stunned, the person who suddenly appeared slowly turned around, and his gaze passed over the people of Yuelu Academy and fell on Yun Mo.

At the same moment, the sea of bamboo behind Yun Mo made a dense clicking sound, and on the line a hundred zhang away from Yun Mo, countless green bamboos bent in the direction of Yun Mo at the same time, and the next moment, the green bamboo in front of him also began to bend, like ocean waves, wave after wave, as if the wind was blowing through the bamboo sea, the only difference was that these curved green bamboos have always maintained a curved form.

It was as if there was a majestic force that bent over the thousands of green bamboos.

When the green bamboo closest to Yun Mo also clicked and bent down, a green shoe with an auspicious cloud pattern walked out of the bamboo sea.

A middle-aged Confucian in a green shirt came behind Yun Mo.

At the same time, the figure that had crashed into Yun Mo's fist intent also crossed everyone and came to Yun Mo.

Mr. Yuxi slowly straightened up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood quietly beside Yun Mo.

The three of them formed a zigzag shape, surrounding Yun Mo in the middle.

The atmosphere of slaughter instantly enveloped the entire Yuelu Academy.

Among the three people, except for Mr. Yuxi, who is the head of Yuelu Academy, the other two are not familiar to everyone, and even most of the people present don't know these two people at all, but those who are qualified to stand with Mr. Yuxi are naturally not unknown.

In fact, when these three people stood in the finished glyph, everyone guessed the identities of the remaining two.

Confucianism, Taoism, Zun Palace, four courtyards and one pavilion, the actual controller is the round table elders, among the thirteen seats, except for the Longyuan Pavilion where the Great Elder sits on it, the remaining four academies have three places each.

Although these thirteen elders are nominally inferior to Confucian saints, in fact, even if any of them are seen by Confucian saints, they must be treated as equals.

Even Mo Chenzi, who is in charge of the complicated and trivial matters of the Confucianism, Taoism, and Zungong, is not qualified to enter the Round Table Elders, which shows the transcendence of the status of the Elders.

Mr. Yuxi does not have two elders, because of hundreds of years of acquaintance, the three of them have long been extremely tacit.

The old man's gaze fell on Yun Mo and said softly, "Sancai Array." ”