Mu Qingyu threw an apologetic look at Chu Wuya.

These people all have strong backgrounds, and it's really not good to drive them away too obviously.

Chu Wuya just shook his head indifferently.

But when this scene falls into the eyes of other people, it is not like that, it seems that the eye contact between lovers makes these people feel a little jealous in their hearts.

"Oh, I haven't asked this buddy about his name, what kind of school is he from?"

Finally, someone couldn't help but speak, but there was a hint of banter on his face.

Chu Wuya had heard his introduction, and it seemed that he was called Gai Wushuang, and he was the core disciple of the True Martial Sect, and the Martial Sect was a cultivator.

"He, hehe, it's just a loose cultivator who doesn't know the height of the sky! Relying on some skills, he has made a lot of noise!" The third prince of the sword walked slowly, without looking at Chu Wuya, walked straight to Mu Qingyu's side, stretched out his right hand, and bowed slightly, "Introduce yourself, the third prince of the sword sect, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

"She's my friend!"

Mu Qingyu also didn't look at him, let alone have any interest in shaking hands with him, just looked at Chu Wuya and said very seriously.

This move undoubtedly made Jian San Gongzi very faceless, but not only did he not get angry, but he smiled happily.

At least it looks like that!

However, this scene fell into the eyes of others, and they couldn't help but look at Chu Wuya with admiration.

His status in Mu Qingyu's heart is not low, and he even does not hesitate to offend the third son of the sword.

Although the third prince of the sword is not qualified to be tied with them, after all, he is also an outstanding disciple of the Sword Sect, second only to the existence of the eldest disciple Gou Moli.

Moreover, this person is scheming, vicious, and a difficult character, and as a monk, he should not be unaware of this.

Although the Mu family is one of the eight major families in Yanjing, compared to the Sword Sect, the gap is too big, at least in terms of force.

Could it be that she still has any hole cards that she can't make?

Just by looking at each other, these people thought a lot, although they were still eager on the surface, but secretly they all kept an eye on it.

"The Heavenly Machine Martial Emperor of the Array Sect is here!"

Not long after, with the arrival of an old man with a Dao bone fairy wind, the crowd had a brief commotion.

"Emperor Tianji Martial is proficient in formations, he is the Supreme Elder of the Formation Sect, with him, I believe he will be able to break this formation!"

"Get ready, once the formation is broken, rush in immediately!"

Many cast reverent glances at him, while others twinkled and were ready to move.

After all, in this world, there are almost no martial gods, and emperor-level cultivation is already the top combat power.

Even if it is the French Emperor and the Martial Emperor, it is as rare as a few!

Emperor Tianji Wu stood in front of Death Valley, brushing his goatee, and nodded from time to time.

None of the others spoke, waiting quietly.

Occasionally, someone whispered to each other, but immediately someone next to him glared at him.

"Ding!"

The WeChat prompt sounded.

Wu Zhu's mobile phone WeChat also rang at the same time, it must be a group message.

Don't pretend to be forced, just slap your face: a wave in a wave (emoji picture)

Don't pretend to be forced, just slap in the face: It is said that there are ruins born in Death Valley, how is the battle going?@嗷嗷叫的阿黄

Screaming Ah Huang: Why don't you come to join in the fun? There are a lot of people, and they look quite awesome, all of them are rich and handsome, white and beautiful!

Don't pretend to be forced, just slap your face: Heh! A group of soy sauce emperors!

Don't pretend to be forced, just slap your face: There is @ please call me a big demon, do you think there is still hope for this group of spicy chickens?

Don't pretend to be forced, just slap your face: Anyway, you come back early, without you cooking, takeout is hard to swallow

Please call me the Great Demon: Huh

Call me the Great Demon: I'm a good person

......

Chu Wuya and they didn't mute, so the WeChat prompt sound was very frequent. Especially when it is unusually quiet, it is unusually loud.

"Who is this? Why can't you turn it to mute?"

"Delay the Heavenly Martial Emperor to break the formation, can you afford it?"

"Something to call while talking!"

Many people looked at Chu Wuya and the others with some disgust in their eyes.

Wu Zhu scratched his head.

Then he looked down at his phone again.

"Are you so deaf!" A person next to him saw that he was a bully, and couldn't help but point to his nose and scold.

Click!

However, before he could finish speaking, Wu Zhu had already made a lightning move, breaking his fingers at once.

"You can't bully honest people!" Wu Zhu said with a heartfelt smile.

"Go to Nima's honest man!" Someone next to him immediately got into a fight.

Although these people are not the top ten mountain sects of the country, they are all first-class sects, and they have not yet fallen to the point of being bullied by others.

However, for Wu Zhu, under the martial arts, he is not afraid of anyone.

"I was really taken by you!" Mu Qingyu stuck out his tongue.

Chu Wuya touched his nose.

Not to mention, although Wu Zhu looks honest, he is arrogant and really has his own style.

"This guy has some skills, but he has no background and no arrogance of power, he is looking for death!"

Several other people around him acquiesced in this statement, and nodded as a matter of course.

Not far away, Emperor Tianji Martial also watched this scene with interest.

When he saw that Wu Zhu was still not inferior to the three great martial artists, and even had a great advantage, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

Chu Wuya nodded secretly.

Wu Zhu did not disappoint him and lived up to his cultivation.

However, the character still needs to be polished, and the shot is not ruthless enough, so these garbage should be solved by thunderous means.

Although in Chu Wuya's opinion, Wu Zhu was still too benevolent, but in the eyes of that sect, it was already a very faceless thing.

Not long after, there was a martial artist who was ready to move.

When Wu Zong made a move, although he could just take a moment, he had no hope of victory.

"You're not worried about Wu Zhu at all?"

Mu Qingyu said strangely.

"Why worry?" Chu Wuya asked rhetorically, "If he can't even handle a few martial artists, then he will be like these wastes, he will die if he is beaten to death, there is nothing to be sorry about." Of course, this sect is still going to be destroyed, even if it is a waste, it is also my waste, only I can decide his life and death, and others are not qualified. ”

"If that's really what you say, then why don't you save him and let someone else kill him!" Mu Qingyu blinked.

"Why should I save a piece of waste?"

Chu Wuya asked strangely.

Mu Qingyu opened his mouth and found himself speechless.

His logic is messy.

"Teng Hui is going to make a move, he is a martial artist, there is no hope for him, Wu Zhu has no hope, and you won't stop it?" Mu Qingyu seemed to know the identities of some martial arts sects very well.

"If he really dares to make a move, I will destroy him!" Chu Wuya said lightly.

"Miss Mu, this friend of yours is really arrogant!"

"Dude, could it be that you are the legendary martial god?"

"Maybe they are geniuses from Kunlun Cave Heaven!hahahaha!"

Hearing the conversation between the two, several young junjie around Mu Qingyu couldn't help but laugh.

This time, the third son of the sword did not speak, but just stood with a smile, with a posture that he had nothing to do with himself.

At this time, Tenghui Wuzong, who was about to make a move at Wu Zhu, couldn't help but change his face when he saw the arrival of a person, and he stopped moving.