No matter what, there is an end.

The longer and more complicated the matter, the more abrupt it ends. Because its development has come to an end, and others do not see it.

You think it's sudden, but it's not.

Just like Chu Muyun's calmness, it ended very suddenly, and he only said two words, that is, to pay tribute to this snow in the most direct way, to comfort the red of this snow.

Changsun Tao was trapped by the snow wall of that scene, and when everyone saw his figure again, the snow curtain that was going up the river had been blown away, and he knelt under Chu Muyun's sword with empty eyes. Chu Muyun's cold sword had no bloodstains, and there was no bloodstains on the corners of Changsun Tao's mouth, but there was a sword mark on his chest that was about two fingers wide, which was injured by the sword qi condensed by spiritual power.

He was still breathing, and though it was fragile, he was only badly injured.

Yes, no matter how serious the injury is, it can only be counted as a life!

There was silence all around, and the silence made the battle that had already shown its results a little terrifying.

"What do you want to do before you give up?" Looking at Chu Muyun, who was walking towards him with a calm expression and unhurried steps, Miao Wanxin's pupils shrank.

He knew that the power exerted by the same fighting tactics in the hands of a sorcerer who had mastered spiritual power was far from being comparable to the realm of his own spiritual realm. However, Chu Muyun only broke through the realm and successfully realized the spirit above the Chu family's clan comparison, and it stands to reason that he should not have much familiarity with the use of spiritual power.

Only then did he think that with the cooperation between himself and Changsun Tao, even if he was defeated, it would be enough to entangle Chu Muyun a little, but he didn't expect that the other party's use of spiritual power could be compared with the two cousins in the clan.

"I don't kill people, I don't want to hurt people, I just ...... You shouldn't have provoked the people of my Chu family, and you also hurt Mu Yu!"

Chu Muyun is very sincere, he knows very well what it is like to be teased and humiliated, so his sword is very sharp, he will end the battle in the shortest possible time, he will not despise any opponent because of the realm, he thinks it is a kind of respect.

Chu Muyun raised the sword in his hand, and the spiritual power that swirled around the sword body was like the cold air emitted by the thousand-year-old Xuan Ice, it was not a cold feeling, it was just a simple cold.

However, just as he was about to draw his sword, a slightly cold shout came from not far away.

"After seven years of silence, once you regain your strength, do you start to act as a prestige?"

The cold spiritual power gathered on the sword body gradually converged, Chu Muyun turned his head, only to see the crowd of onlookers open an entrance again, a girl in a fox fur was accompanied by a young man in a brocade robe who was coming with broken steps, the girl looked quite noble and naïve, but the frowning willow eyebrows made Chu Muyun see the displeasure on her pretty face!

"It's Murong Yue and Zang Huaci!" When the two appeared, Chu Fengxia recognized their identities.

Xiao Muyu, who was nestled in Chu Fengxia's arms, had a hint of worry on her slightly pale face.

Miao Wanxin showed a deep smile in his eyes and nodded at the two.

"This is not the Chu clan of the Imperial City, even if the strength of the Tattoo Spirit Realm is restored? Do you still think that you are the former immortal Tianjiao? If you anger the Sifang family, I'm afraid this small cave cold mountain town will not be able to protect you!" Murong Yue's eyes were bright,

So much so that the disgust in her eyes was as clear as a mirror.

In fact, before coming to Guhanshan Town, she was very sympathetic to this young man who had a marriage contract with Sister Yunshang, and felt that he was really pitiful, and his experience may not be so miserable, but that tenacity and calmness made her self, who had never met before, appreciate, and she wanted to meet this young man.

Then she followed the family to the town of Guhanshan, on the day of the clan she saw the young man, the young man had woken up from seven years of silence, looking at the handsome and graceful figure, her heart swelled with inexplicable pity.

Because the belated realm has not changed anything.

To this day, she saw the aggressiveness and domineering of the teenager, and she suddenly realized that imagination is always much more beautiful than reality.

Chu Muyun withdrew the Han Sword and frowned slightly, he didn't understand why everyone had to remind him. He is no longer the immortal pride of the clan, and this reality has completely awakened himself seven years ago.

He just wants to rely on this realm of mercy to protect the people he needs to protect, he has experienced loss, and he is afraid of losing again.

"Maybe someone is holding a strong prestigiousness, but it's not my ......" frowned, Chu Muyun still bowed to Murong Yue, who was in a slender posture, and Zang Huaci, who was wearing a brocade robe, and said.

"Oh, I hurt the people of my eldest grandson's family, and you still want to deny it?"

The sound appeared very suddenly, as if it was lingering in the air, and the feeling of this sound in the ears was very heavy, as if all the senses were obscured by an endless curtain of darkness, and only the clueless consciousness was empty in the thick and muffled.

Under the look of everyone, along with this majestic voice, a young man in a green gauze robe appeared.

He fell from the pavilion next to him, his body was as light as the flying snow, but the moment he landed on the ground, Chu Muyun's divine sense clearly felt a heavy mountain-like pressure enveloping him, this kind of aura was definitely not the strength of a sorcerer in the Spirit Realm.

"Eldest grandson Wuji!"

Looking at the tall young man in the long shirt and dancing, Chu Fengxia and the others' faces instantly became solemn, and they handed over Mu Yu to Xiao Fat to take care of, and Gao Yu and Gao Yu hurriedly hugged behind Chu Muyun.

"He is the first person in the junior of the eldest grandson family!" Chu Fengxia said softly.

Staring at the figure in front of him, Chu Muyun nodded imperceptibly.

The person who came looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a tall body, a pair of sharp sword eyebrows, and a piece of snowflakes around his body seemed to be strung up and floated by a trace of spiritual power.

Chu Muyun was silent, he knew that there was a figure above that pavilion, and it should be the young man of the Miao family who was watching from the sidelines.

"Our two clans are already feuding, you say...... What if I kill you?" indifferently looking at the seriously injured eldest grandson Tao who was supported by Miao Wanxin, the eldest grandson Wuji said to Chu Muyun without hesitation.

Chu Muyun thought about it very seriously and said, "Unreasonable!"

Every human being has the right to live, and no one should be entitled to deprivation except himself.

Chu Muyun thought so, so he didn't cultivate the killing sword.

The brocade-robed young man beside Murong Yue looked at the calm Chu Muyun with great interest, and he felt that this young man was very interesting.

The fluttering snowflakes had fallen peacefully, because a human wall had almost been built around them, and there was no trace of cold wind in the confrontation.

The so-called first person of the younger generation of the family not only has convincing strength, but also a cool head is often essential.

The eldest grandson Wuji deserves the title of the first person, so he naturally has this qualification.

As he said, he really wanted to kill Chu Muyun, but the Cave Hanshan Town under his feet was under the control of the Chu family, and it would inevitably cause unnecessary trouble afterwards.

He thought for a moment and asked, "In the selection competition of Qingyun Ling, will you represent the Chu family?"

Chu Muyun was a little confused and said, "Naturally!"

"How about a bet?" Eldest Sun Wuji took a step forward, the snow under his feet melting at an incredible speed.

Chu Muyun didn't answer, he never despised his opponent, not to mention that the strength of the young man in front of him was still looming above him.

"If we meet in the selection competition, if you win, Brother Miao will be at your disposal. Of course, if the lucky one is me, I just want your life!" said the eldest grandson Wuji.

There was gradually a lot of discussion around, and many people knew that the strength of the Sifang family was above that of the Chu family, let alone the younger generation. Moreover, even if Chu Muyun stepped into the Tattoo Spirit Realm, he would not have much chance of winning against a person like the eldest grandson Wuji, who had already stabilized the realm and had a strong background.

This bet seems familiar, very similar to Chu Muyun's challenge to himself, but Chu Liancheng doesn't think that this bet is a delaying plan, and everyone present will not think so, because the person who made the contract is the eldest grandson Wuji.

The atmosphere in the room was a little dull and a little cold, and the eldest grandson Wuji was like a standing mountain, giving people an unspoken deterrent. Everyone is looking forward to Chu Muyun's answer!

"It's not fair......" Chu Muyun pondered slightly.

Of course the bet is fair, he doesn't kill people, so the bet is not fair.

"Do you think it's unfair to trade your life for your guardian?" said Eldest Sun Wuji with a sneer.

Chu Muyun was silent, this question was something he hadn't thought of, but he would never have to answer it.

He put away the cold sword in his hand, supported Xiao Muyu, and turned to leave.

The answer without an answer, for others, is the answer they want, at least the eldest grandson Wuji got it.

"There are always many more stupid people in the world than smart people......" Looking at Chu Muyun's back, Eldest Sun Wuji showed a hideous smile.

......

The winter night is cold, the wind blows from the window, the moonlight is scattered from the window, and the snowy night is cold and white.

Mu Yu took Elder Liu's healing pill and fell asleep, Uncle Chu Yan still guarded his grandfather Chu Fengnan's room without leaving, and the patriarch sent some daily necessities and elixir pills during the day.

Now that Chu Muyun has stepped into the realm of the Tattoo Spirit Realm, these Soul Pattern Pills are naturally indispensable for cultivating and portraying Spirit Patterns, but now that Elder Liu, the high-level of the Dan Society, is here, the fate of these rough one-star Spirit Pattern Pills can naturally be imagined.

In the room, Chu Muyun sat quietly in body and mind, and his phantom appeared on the hilt of the magical sword, this time he was practicing the sword technique taught by the four elders, and I heard the four elders say that this is the general outline of the sword sect of the imperial sword sect......

After paying attention for a long time, Chu Muyun silently demonstrated with his sword, this was the first time to test the sword, but his movements seemed to have been tempered by thousands of tempers, as if the essence of iron and the mystery of steel!