With a faint sound, Su Mu's heart that had been silent for ten thousand years was slightly shaken.

A thousand words, but in the end, they are only one sentence:

"My brother is here, it's okay."

Maybe it was because of excitement, or maybe it was because the injury was too serious, and after trembling and handing the broken jade pendant in his hand to Su Mu, he fainted.

Compared with the face full of fear just now, there is a smile on the corner of his mouth at this moment.

Both hands tightly grasped the corners of Su Mu's clothes, as if he was afraid of losing it again.

With the help of the life force in the talisman just given by the umbrella scholar, the injury has been basically stabilized, but the consumption is too large, and it will take a long time to recuperate.

Soxin came at the last moment, otherwise, when the life of the winter cicada is endangered, the demon in the body will wake up, and it will be too late.

Although the winter cicada has been found, the matter is not over yet!

Su Mu turned around slowly, surrounded by pitch-black energy, and all of them looked at Fang Saint like a god of death in the world,

"What are you responsible for?!"

"What are you responsible for the injuries she has suffered and the sins she has suffered?!"

"This is the holy courtyard where you claim to be decent in the world, teaching and educating people?!"

"She's just a child!"

The cold and piercing words pierced the hearts of everyone in the audience, but no one dared to refute them at this moment.

They are more ashamed than anyone else when something like this happens.

As he spoke, Su Mu's realm became wider and wider, and there were signs of destroying the Holy Courtyard.

The wind was clear, and Duan Shou had come to the vicinity of the winter cicada to protect its left and right.

Looking at Su Mu at this moment, Duan Shou was stunned and asked the wind around him:

"Ruthless... Ruthless people don't really want to destroy the Holy Courtyard, right?! There's a so-called saint there! ”

Although its realm does not know if it has reached the holy realm beyond the three realms of immortality, there is a chance that the strength of those who can be called saints has reached the imperial realm.

This kind of existence is something they can't even think of.

But Su Mu has to be tough?!

Feng Qingyang stood with his sword in his hand, "Perhaps." ”

Duan Shou gasped, if he said this, he wouldn't be shocked countless jaws.

Seeing that the battle between Su Mu and the Holy Courtyard was about to break out, Saint Fang said slowly at this moment:

"This girl has a special physique, and there is a thing in my holy courtyard, called Shushan Xuehai, and the power contained in it may be helpful to the girl's injuries and physique."

But as soon as these words came out, the faces of many Confucians in the audience suddenly changed:

"Saint Fang, that's a matter of luck, many Ancient Continent Tianjiao outside the academy are here for this, is there something wrong..."

It's a pity that before he finished speaking, he saw Su Mu's cold and piercing eyes.

But even so, there are still deans who speak:

"Even if Han Xi is miserable and falls into the devil's path, there is a mistake first, but the person in front of him tortured and killed no less than 100 disciples of my Holy Academy, people are not saints, who can be wrong, even the saint will be severely punished, I hope that the saint will learn clearly, you must not let this person go, as for the luck of this person, it is really inappropriate!"

"Moreover, after this battle, our Holy Academy suffered heavy losses, and the dean of the academy was even more vacant, saying that it was known by hostile forces..."

"Enough!" Fang Shengren's words were full of anger.

The coercion of the saint spread throughout the holy courtyard at this moment, and no one dared to look up.

"Wrong is wrong, don't admit it, this is the way of the Holy Academy? I've traveled for thousands of years, how did the Holy Courtyard become like this?! ”

"The dean of the academy is vacant, then I will ask Xiaoyou to take over for a short time, in addition to the mountains of books and the sea of learning, my holy academy has more treasures to give, and I hope Xiaoyou will forgive these people for their stupid actions!"

The people in the Holy Academy, especially the great Confucians, looked angry and aggrieved, and the people who killed them also wanted to become the head of their academy.

The saints are on the side, and what can they do!

Unexpectedly, Su Mu said directly: "I feel sick when I stay in this filthy place for a while!" ”

Su Mu's words were like a fire that ignited the anger in the hearts of many Confucians, and in an instant, some Confucians said impassionedly:

"Such an arrogant and arrogant person, if the saint doesn't get rid of it today, the old man will die here today!"

And so it is! The majesty of the Holy Courtyard cannot be lost, and it is better to die than to indulge such fanatics! ”

"Count it as an old man!"

…

In a short period of time, there are no less than six highly qualified and respected Confucians.

They didn't believe that the saint really cared about their lives because of an arrogant man.

On the Zhongzhou Continent, the status of the six of them in Confucianism and Taoism is also transcendent.

There is no one who does not care about their opinions.

The same is true in the Holy Courtyard.

The six of them were full of confidence, but Fang Shengren sighed, "You are people who are scholars, and you are also people who cultivate the Tao. ”

"Although it is important to be proud, it is also clear from good and evil."

"If so, then let it be."

Countless people looked at Fang Saint in shock at this moment, this was really what the Saint of their Holy Courtyard could say?!

The six great Confucians were even more angry,

"I am willing to use my blood to awaken the dignity of all the people in the Holy Courtyard!"

After that, a great Confucian took it upon himself to spill blood on the spot.

However, Fang Shengren's face did not change.

Two more great Confucian people shouted dignity and blood, and died here, and the faces of the people of the Holy Courtyard were shocked and full of sadness at the same time, they didn't understand, they couldn't figure it out.

Is a Su Mu really more important than the reputation and dignity of the Holy Academy?

Duan Shou looked at this scene and was overjoyed:

"These scholars really have a problem with their brains, and now they don't mention the winter cicadas, but blame Su Mu one by one, how can they be more shameless than my Duan Shou! Fortunately, this Fang Sage is a bit interesting! ”

As everyone knows, at this moment, Saint Fang's heart is also extremely sad.

Those who read books read all the books of sages, and they all think they are saints, but they forget the fundamental principles of being a human being.

Don't talk about it, it's because the Holy Court is at fault first, and it's even more difficult later.

Besides, if they really tore their faces with Su Mu, their holy courtyard might be destroyed.

He didn't doubt Su Mu's ability, let alone Su Mu's determination!

The last time we met, it was only half a year.

At that time, Su Mu was not even the Immortal Three Realms, but he had already appeared in the cultivation place of that invincible existence.

You must know that he obtained this qualification, I don't know how much it cost, and the manuscript took countless years.

There may be an indescribable cause and effect between Su Mu and that invincible being.

And now, in just half a year, he can slay the powerhouses of the Heavenly Realm, and the growth rate of such strength and talent is definitely not something that ordinary forces can cultivate.

If it cannot be completely destroyed today, what awaits the Holy House will surely perish.

Moreover, after he was born, Su Mu was still so indifferent and persistent, and he must rely on it.

It's also time for the sanctuary to wake up.

Until the six great Confucians spilled blood on the spot with anger and regret, the face of the Saint Fang never changed.

Su Mu's eyes were also full of banter and ridicule,

"Does anyone still want to die?"

He is not afraid of things, and he is not afraid of big things.

He had already guessed what was the so-called thing in the sea of books, if it weren't for the fact that Chan'er was really useful, today's things would never be let go, but he overestimated the elegance and arrogance of these so-called literati.

There was no one in the audience who dared to be sarcastic.

What a disappointment for him!