Mo Mu looked for Zhuge Huayun in the crowd, and he didn't feel the limit of his power, as if it was just like usual.

"I really don't understand, I'm just like a hanging now." He quipped himself.

However, he will not casually show his transcendent strength, firstly, to train himself, and secondly, he does not want his secrets to be revealed.

"Jump into my ding!" Shi Zhenghua said solemnly.

Everyone was surprised at first, and then they understood that this mouth contained the laws of space, which could randomly take them anywhere in this area.

Everyone jumped forward one by one, Mo Mu didn't find Zhuge Huayun, and soon it was his turn and he jumped in decisively.

I didn't feel anything, just blink of an eye, and I came to a dim forest, old trees, like a warrior on the battlefield.

The slightly fluttering wind makes people feel a little trance, and the cries of various insects make people feel uneasy. Mo Mu touched his cheek, he reacted, was not hurt, and arrived at this place.

Every tree is shading the sky and the sun, giving people a kind of depression, an inexplicable shade, feeling that there are people everywhere, and they are not people.

"I came to a place like this." Mo Mu looked around, and every tree here was very old, not twenty or thirty years old, but it could not grow such an effect.

"Nice place, but still have to move forward."

Mo Mu picked up a branch, waved it in the air a few times, made a noise, smiled with satisfaction, and walked forward slowly.

"It's this place, it's too cold, and the light is not good, so I guess I have to make a fire at night." Mo Mu walked for a while, and now that it was about to turn into late autumn, he could only wear short sleeves.

He doesn't think that this kind of competition can be completed soon, and it is estimated that people have built a small team now.

He doesn't care about that, what's the use of a team that rises out of nowhere? Whoever can trust who has to rely on himself.

Boom! Bang!

The cold flying knife and the heavy stone suddenly flew in front of Mo Mu, he was slightly startled, blinked a few times, calmed down, and his body did not move.

"Don't hide, it's cold here, I'll boil you some water to drink." Mo Mu didn't expect that someone would build a team so soon.

"No, go back and drink."

Hurry up and walk out of a group of people, there are men and women, all of whom he knows, and the leader is a well-known person in the team - Yang Shi.

Yang Shi is a lineage of the second only eight families, and he is relatively proficient in cold weapons, he rarely speaks, but he has a lot of research in weapons.

"It's still freshly cooked, if you like it, I'll send you back to drink." After Mo Mu finished speaking, he really set up the firewood and prepared to make a fire.

In the past, in grassroots schools, discipline was not strict, no matter what you said, what was wrong and right had to be punished, who cared if you were right or wrong? If you are impulsive, you will suffer yourself.

Now it's different, there are instructors and principals and others watching, nothing can happen, everything is reasonable, as long as no one dies. This is also the reason why Mo Mu is methodical.

Besides, he still opened the plug-in, but the ability on his body has not weakened at all!

"I know you're useful, how about joining us?" Yang Shi said to him indifferently, the flying knife in his hand was already clenched.

"What's the use of him? Is he a disciple of the Eight Great Families? There are enough of us. A slightly beautiful woman next to him said.

"It's just that when he was hitting the Ding, he didn't hit the color at all, maybe you are a waste." A taller man said, already laughing.

Yang Shi didn't speak, his eyes stared at Mo Mu, and he held the flying knife tightly in his hand, waiting for his reply.

Mo Mu's eyes had begun to turn cold, and there was a fire in his heart, seeing that his face remained unchanged, he said coldly: "I can't look down on a team like yours!" ”

A sharp sound came, it was the sound of air grinding, and no one replied to Mo Mu, only a wooden throwing knife, flying towards him.

The knives were freshly made, and they were a little rough. It had to be made of wood, and if it was made of iron, it would have resulted in human life, and the consequences would have been unimaginable.

There were two more extremely harsh sounds, but in a moment, Yang Shi threw out two more throwing knives.

But to everyone's surprise, Mo Mu had an extremely special way of body, not very fast, but it had a special charm and avoided it.

He picked up the flying knife on the ground, threw it away with a sneer, and said sarcastically: "Good knife." ”

Soon other people also moved, and the newly formed team, whether it was tacit understanding or trust, did not have many signals to act.

None of them can use special abilities, and each of them is mortal at the moment.

A pair of huge fists swung in, bringing up a gust of cold wind that swept across Mo Mu's face. He punched back, swept hard with his foot, knocked the man down, and with another punch, he fainted.

There was a blow from his back, and Mo Mu felt a slight pain, quickly turned around and kicked, grabbed a man's clothes, and punched him.

Mo Mu picked up a branch on the ground and used a very special sword technique to hit the people around him.

Body technique, swordsmanship, and fist technique are all in his dream world, although it is still a basic chapter, but they are all mysterious, and they have no names.

Immediately knocked down one or two people, in fact, most of their team didn't have much ability, but there were more people and they were intoxicated by themselves.

Many people are running away, they are already panicking, and the poor trust of the team is not enough to support them. They were messy, and they looked very flustered.

Mo Mu quickly killed a few more people, but none of them hurt their lives, at most they were only slightly injured.

Yang Shi hid, he didn't know where to go, and there was only one man and one woman left on the field, looking extremely panicked.

"Don't hit me! Together, we can overcome many people! "It's the woman who was quite beautiful before, and not long ago she was mocking Mo Mu, but now she is like this.

"That's right......" even the man next to him began to panic.

Mo Mu didn't want to listen to these words, he didn't believe them, and quickly knocked the two people unconscious, and began to look for Yang Shi.

"Why hide, it's just me and you." Mo Mu said coldly.

He didn't use his powers, and he fought against so many people, and his body was still a little injured. But he must not appear weak, or he will fall!

"Thank you for removing these burdens, and for following me all the time, and I can't do it." Yang Shicai jumped down from the tree, clapped his hands by the way, and "praised" Mo Mu.

Mo Mu didn't say anything, and quickly slashed at the other party with a branch, this was not the time to speak.

"Where did you learn these body techniques and swordsmanship techniques?" Yang Shi took out a wooden stick and resisted the wooden blow.

Mo Mu didn't respond, he now had a wound on his body, and with each attack, the wound widened.

"It's a pity, I'm only proficient in cold weapons, and I won't be allowed to bring it to the exam, and my martial arts are still missing." Yang Shi said lightly, and threw out two more flying knives.

Mo Mu dodged a handful, and the other saw that the branch was knocked away, and the branch actually broke directly, and a flat cut mark appeared, and then grabbed the flying knife, and the palm of his hand also felt pain.

Yang Shi's five fingers grabbed his body, his eyes moved, his eyes showed a trace of nervousness, obviously there were no flying knives.

At this moment, he lost his mind, and swept directly at Yang Shi with one leg, then pressed him to the ground, grabbed his arm, picked up a stone on the ground, and smashed it into his back.

Yang Shi struggled for a while, found an opportunity, broke free with his right hand, and with a loud throat, he tried his best to hit Mo Mu.

Mo Mu didn't have time to react, he was punched in the face, he felt a lot of pain, and Yang Shi was about to break free. He also yelled, picked up another stone, and smashed it into the back.

Yang Shi shouted, and his back was already bright red, mixed with black mud and sand, like a rolling rock formation, which was very terrifying.

Mo Mu fell to the ground, and there was a huge bruise on the left side of his face, and he gritted his teeth and struggled to get up.

"-S!"

As soon as he stood up, there was a sound in the air, he was injured, and he was so confused that he didn't have time to react, and he was hit by a wooden sword in his left upper arm.

The blood continued to flow, and even though it was a wooden sword, the damage received was not small at all, and soon the whole arm was stained red.

"Ahh

Yang Shi in the distance shouted, his back continued to bleed, and at this time, two mouthfuls of blood spit out from his mouth, and his blow was obviously the last blow.

Yang Shi's eyes were full of unwillingness, they didn't want to leave the scene so soon, and even resentment, he desperately wanted to stand up, and his fingers kept shaking.

Mo Mu held his arm and limped over slowly, he was indifferent to Yang Shi, who was staring at the blood flowing on the ground.

He was also seriously injured, in fact, he could feel that his wooden sword was supposed to hit the head, but Yang Shi was also very injured and had no strength, resulting in a hit on the left upper arm.

He's already murderous!

Mo Mu didn't want to kill Master Yang from beginning to end, after all, they were all from the same team, and he was to blame.

"When you're fighting, don't talk so much." Mo Mu said indifferently, watching quietly.

Yang Shi had already fainted, but the residual resentment in his eyes could not be stopped, Mo Mu sat down to recuperate, and soon a person in black carried Yang Shi to the stretcher, those were all people in the organization, and after they took the people away, they left quickly. The person who was knocked unconscious before is gone, presumably as well.

Mo Mu had never been hurt so badly, his left arm was already bright red, and it was relatively dark here, and after the battle, he felt even colder.