"Is this guy looking for death?"

Su Hua hid in the crowd and muttered, and Xu Youming hid not far behind him, watching him all the time.

"What is Senior Brother Su muttering, you can do it, you can go up! Don't let someone from outside the sect wade into the troubled waters for us, wouldn't it be ridiculous and generous to spread it. ”

The crowd didn't know who heard Su Hua's muttering, hugged Yun Mu upset, and responded.

Not to mention in the outer gate, even in the inner gate, few people dare to speak to Su Hua like this.

Su Hua thought to himself who had eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall and dared to ridicule him.

He pushed away the disciple who was standing behind him and looked at the person who had just spoken.

When he looked at the disciple, shock was written all over his face......

It would have been that person.

Su Hua bent down slightly, saluted, and then turned back.

Then he lowered his head in an instant and didn't dare to respond, and the anger in his eyes instantly turned into fear and respect.

And the young disciple let out a sneer and ignored Su Hua anymore.

There was a disciple in the outer gate who wanted to see which one could make Su Hua, who was used to flying and domineering on weekdays, suffer, and glanced at the disciple standing in the crowd.

The young disciple was neither fat nor thin, his eyes were very bright, and the most prominent thing was that he held a spear in his hand.

In the Wasteland, there is only one person who can not learn swords, not medical skills, and hold a gun.

That is the younger brother who was sent here by Ma Chao to practice, Ma Dai.

Ma Dai also came to enter the back mountain to learn art, he never learned the swordsmanship of the Wild Sect, only practiced the family's marksmanship.

And he was also acquiesced by Hua Tuo.

He thinks that only Houshan's junior uncle is qualified to teach him things.

......

......

The surroundings of the East Emperor Bell were quiet for a moment, and no one dared to speak anymore.

The air temperature is still dropping rapidly.

"Are you really sure you want to eat me? I won't show mercy, I must get the key to the Poor Mountain. Meng Sanbai asked again, his tone hesitant.

He really didn't want to embarrass Yun Mu.

This situation made Meng Sanbai fall into deep thought.

Once he also went to visit a certain sect, wanting to become one of them, and like Yun Mu, he stood up for the sect, but the hateful thing was that the sect gave up on him in the end.

He was evicted with his ribs broken.

It was the elders of the previous generation of Demon Sect who took him in and implanted precious demon bones to heal him.

It was painful to look back on, and for twelve hours he had been tearing down all the bones he had broken and replacing them with demon bones...... The bloody scene made Meng Sanbai dare not think about it.

It was the Demon Sect that gave him rebirth.

Therefore, he is willing to be a slave of the Demon Sect and guard the land in the unknowable land of the Wind and Snow Mountains.

It is also the home of the old tailor.

Therefore, Meng Sanbai invested all his feelings in Fengxueling.

And the friend imprisoned in the Poor Mountain Old Lane was very important to both the Demon Sect and him.

So he can't retreat.

"Your Excellency, what are you thinking, make a move. ”

Yun Mu looked at Meng Sanbai, his brows furrowed and urged.

Meng Sanbai showed a distressed smile.

I thought that there were still people in this world who were urging death.

After a few words moved slightly from the corners of his mouth, the cold air currents around him began to gather on his palms.

The dark blue flowers surrounded him, and the whole person looked like a noble boy standing in the garden.

"It's coming. Meng Sanbai said.

"Don't mother-in-law. ”

“......”

Meng Sanbai shot quickly, and hit him with a palm, as fast as lightning.

The wind in his palm blew the hair on Yun Mu's forehead.

Killing someone should have been an easy thing for him, especially killing such a teenager who had even started his cultivation!

But the moment the tip of his palm hit Yun Mu's body, slowly, Meng Sanbai's gaze began to condense.

With the sound of a sword unsheathed, the hand he hit towards Yun Mu was shaken open by some kind of sword qi......

When Meng Sanbai raised his head suspiciously, he saw that it was no longer Yun Mu's face in front of him.

It was a very immature-looking teenager, who looked younger than Yun Mu's age, about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a blue robe, with thick eyebrows floating on his face.

"Who are?" Meng Sanbai didn't know the young man in front of him.

"I smelled the smell of blood in the sect, so I took a look from the back mountain. ”

"Back Mountain ......"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the word Houshan, and their faces were exactly the same surprise.

The back mountain of the Desolate Sect is the pride of the entire sect, and it is the legend of the Desolate Sect based on the mainland for hundreds of years, because there is a little master and uncle living in it, because there are six gentlemen living in it.

Meng Sanbai has never been to Xiliang, let alone the Wasteland, but he has long heard of the legend of the back mountain.

At this moment, the amazing strength of the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who suddenly appeared in front of him made him think of the back mountain as a matter of course.

At this moment, his blood began to roll, every cultivator liked to fight with the strong, and the young man in front of him was obviously a person who was much stronger than the four elders of the outer gate.

"I've always wanted to kill a gentleman from the back mountain to come and see. Is it the God of Oblivion that wish of mine today?"

"You can try. ”

"You look very young, but the Xuan Qi in your body is roaring like a beast, and I will not show mercy. ”

"This is natural, if you are not careful, you may become the 10,000th soul under the sword. ”

"But don't you give your name before the battle? This may be the last time you draw your sword. ”

"You're too confident, like most people who died under my sword. ”

The air in front of the Sword Pavilion began to become oppressive and tense, suppressing the outer disciples out of breath.

Meng Sanbai seemed to have been unable to suppress his interest in the young man in front of him for a long time.

He opened his arms, his five fingers curled slightly, and the purple protective demonic qi wrapped him tightly, and the continuous black clouds above his head began to fall again.

The crow crowed sadly and flew around.

The four elders had already opened the barrier again to protect themselves.

And the divine power in the Eastern Emperor Bell also felt the power of the Youhua and stretched out again, protecting the disciples around it.

A big war is imminent.

The young man who looked very immature was expressionless, and raised his head to watch the Yuhua come into the world, as calm as if he was looking at a landscape.

In fact, when Youhua was about to run into him, he didn't even think about which trick to use to deal with it.

The boy is a man who strives for perfection, and he wants every time he makes a sword to be amazing.

Because he only has thirteen swords, and each sword must be displayed like a craft.

"What is he doing? Don't you make a move?" Xuan Shui was worried from a distance, he had never seen the young man, although he claimed to be from the back mountain, but the six gentlemen from the back mountain, except for the sect master, no one else had a chance to see him.

"Meng Sanbai is gone!"

Suddenly, a disciple shouted.

At this time, everyone found that Meng Sanbai, who was standing in front of the young man just now, was gone, and Yun Mu had also disappeared.

Only the boy who claimed to be from the back mountain was left in his place.

The young man closed his eyes, as if remembering which sword to use.

He rests his left hand on the hilt of his sword, he is left-handed, and his scabbard hangs from his left side all the time.

With the sound of the sword unsheathed, the young man was already holding a long sword in his left hand, and the sword body was inlaid with a sea-blue spar, the spar glowed blue, and it seemed to contain mysterious power.

With a twist of his sword, he pulled back with one move, and then slashed horizontally, and dozens of identical long swords flew around him, blocking and shattering the phantom flowers that were about to fall on him for him.

The first encounter ended so quickly that everyone was shocked.