Bu used a brush to turn a sharp blade into a blade and cut off the front hooves of the ferocious wild horse. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The third young master of the Yan clan couldn't reach it, and the whole person was like a barb, and he fell out in embarrassment.

Poof!

It was like a boulder falling heavily on the ground, and the movement was extremely great, and I saw the third young master of the Yan clan on horseback, rolling to the feet of Bu Wuwu in a half-kneeling posture.

"Ah...... My teeth...... My tooth is broken......"

Immediately, I heard that the three young men of the Yan clan looked pained, covered their mouths with their hands, and kept rolling on the ground.

"This ......"

The scene in front of him, from Bu using force to make a move, to the third young master of the Yan clan rolling and crawling on the ground, happened between the lightning and flint.

Around, the other people who dared to be angry with the third young master of the Yan clan couldn't believe that someone actually made a move on him. For a while, all eyes were focused on this young man who walked to the Immortal Mountain like them.

"Little brother, you're in trouble, you're in trouble......"

However, when Bu used force to slash the fierce horse, the people around him did not praise its strength. On the contrary, the worry on his face was even more solemn, and a few slightly older scholars hurriedly said to Bu Dongwu: "Little brother, this person is the third young master of the Yan clan, I can't be provoked!"

"Now that you have killed his mount and caused him to fall on his heels, he will not let you go easily! I suggest that you do not participate in this poetry event, and run for your life quickly......

Some readers are grateful to Bu Wuwu for making a move just now, and he didn't let the third young master of the Yan clan hurt more innocent people. But he was more aware of the terror and strength of the Yan clan, and suggested that Bu Wuwu leave.

"No, none of you want to go......!"

On the ground, the teeth in the mouth of the third young master of the Yan clan were shattered countless times, and the plasma kept gushing, but after all, there were some cultivations, and they did not hurt the vital point.

His eyes were already locked on Bu Wuwu, full of anger and resentment. Once upon a time, he rode and swaggered through the city, and no one dared to stop him, let alone attack him.

At this moment, the young man in front of him actually slashed his mount, and made him so embarrassed, he must be annoyed and angry.

"Boy, die!"

The bloody mouth let out a roar, and a treasure knife suddenly flew out of his hand, and he slashed at Bu with extreme ferocity.

"Little brother, the young master of the Yan clan is a five-rank martial arts sect, you are not his opponent, hurry up and run for your life!" The people around him couldn't bear to use force and die, so they hurriedly reminded loudly.

"It's okay!"

However, Bu Wuwu stood in place, like a green pine, looking at the third young master of the Yan clan who was swinging a knife. His expression was calm, and he didn't even have a trace of fear, and he didn't even face it.

The brush in his hand was lifted again, secretly exerting his talents, converging to the tip of the pen, and lightly touching the sharp knife.

Click!

Four or two thousand catties, accompanied by a metallic sound, the sword that was cut down was directly broken into two in the air!

"How can my sword ......?"

The three young men of the Yan clan were annoyed and angry, thinking that with their own strength, they would not have a trace of difficulty in dealing with the unknown mountain scholar in front of them. It's as easy as killing a pheasant.

However, when he saw that his treasure knife was as easy to break as crispy skin, the third young master of the Yan clan was dumbfounded, and he couldn't believe everything in front of him.

"People from the Yan clan, didn't you say you wanted to kill me?"

However, the shock of the third young master of the Yan clan was quickly replaced by fear and regret, because Bu Dongwu's cold voice quietly sounded in his ears.

The brush, which was harder than the sword, was like a short sword, shattering the sword with a momentum like a bamboo, and continued to fly towards the neck of the young master of the Yan clan.

During the search day, the young master of the Yan clan took advantage of the majesty of the Yan clan to do evil, and no one dared to attack him. Today, I originally thought that Bu Wuwu was just a mountain boy, so I didn't need to care, where would I want to kick the iron plate.

In an instant, the resentment on his face disappeared, and he instantly softened, and begged for mercy against Bu Shiwu: "Hero, big hero, I am the third young master of the Yan clan, and Yan Ruyu is my cousin." Please don't kill me......"

The third young master of the Yan clan was greedy for life and afraid of death, and immediately disappeared from the momentum of showing off his might, and even begged for mercy on the spot.

Bu Dongwu held a brush in his hand, his face was calm, his eyes were sharp, and he couldn't help but feel contempt when he saw that the young master of the Yan clan in front of him was so virtuous.

But the flying brush didn't intend to stop, stared at the other party, and said coldly: "The grievances between me and your Yan clan will be resolved sooner or later, as for you, it's just the beginning of the ......."

The young master of the Yan clan revealed his background and begged Bu to spare his life, and when he heard the other party suddenly say this, his two eyes looked carefully at the young man in front of him again.

Suddenly, the face begging for mercy was replaced by a sense of fear, and the voice trembled: "You...... You are...... That kid from Nabu Mansion?!"

"Boy, my Yan clan won't let you go, ah......"

Swish!

The brush flies by, and the blood splatters!

The moment the other party recognized Bu Wuwu, the brush gently swiped his neck, and then a head flew high, and finally rolled down to a corner, dead and blind.

A few minutes ago, the young master of the Yan clan, who was still rampage, had actually become a cold corpse at this moment.

"Oh my God, something is wrong! Someone killed the third young master of the Yan clan......"

Soon, the people around erupted in exclamation, some were shocked and incredulous, some applauded, and some felt that they had fallen into a catastrophe.

"Little brother, you broke the sky this time!"

"I heard that this third young master of the Yan clan is Yan Ruyu's closest cousin, if you kill him, you will definitely anger Yan Ruyu completely! Not to mention this imperial city, even the entire Southeast Empire, you have nowhere to hide......

The few scholars who were closer to Bu Wuwu didn't recognize Bu Wuwu, but only amazed the strength of the other party. But it is even more clear that the deployment of force is really a big disaster this time.

"Yan Ruyu will also come to Wenqu Immortal Mountain this time, that person killed the young master of the Yan clan, how dare he go?"

However, in the face of the panic and worry of passers-by, Bu Wuwu still looked calm, saying that there was no need to worry. still walked straight towards the fairy mountain, leaving a group of dumbfounded passers-by in place.

"Don't care about that madman, since he wants to send him to death, he can't complain about us......" Seeing that Bu Wuwu did not listen to persuasion, a few passers-by couldn't help but feel unhappy in their hearts, and waved their hands, indicating that Bu Wuwu was killing himself.

"What do I think of the young man just now, a bit like the little demon king in Bufu on the portrait?"

In the crowd, some people had seen the portrait of Bu Wuwu, and they looked carefully at the back of Bu Wuwu leaving, and whispered in confusion.

"It seems that it is really the little demon king of Bufu, and they seem to be ...... the same age."

"God, if that's the case, then this poetry event will be very lively. I've heard that the masters of the royal family and the Yan clan will come. Do you think they're going to fight on the spot?"

After being reminded by others, more people recognized the young man just now, who was Bu Wuwu of Bufu. For a while, everyone was short of breath, and they felt that this event would be beyond the past.

......

On the other side, Bu Wuwu didn't care about killing the third young master of the Yan clan at all, and went all the way forward and continued to walk towards the Immortal Mountain.

Rounding a big bend, Bu Wuwu's footsteps suddenly stopped, and his eyes looked a hundred meters away. Surprise was revealed.

A towering mountain appeared in front of him, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

"Is that Wenqu Immortal Mountain?"