"You bastard! You'll regret it! Ji Changming covered his red and swollen cheeks and shouted angrily behind him.

As if he hadn't heard, Youlan Mu left the small courtyard, and he shuttled back and forth in the corridor according to his memory, walking towards the tall temple in the distance, where the outer hall and the main hall were located.

On the way, Youlan Mu and Po Jun did not speak, the affairs of the Youlan clan could not be managed by Po Jun, and the hatred of Po Jun should not be carried by Youlan Mu, although the two did not communicate, but the meaning in their hearts was already clear.

Walking into the door of the outer hall, just like before, another white-clothed man walked out of the inner side of the hall door and stopped Youlan Mu, who was dressed in gray. His left arm was tied with golden satin, which was particularly dazzling against the white robe.

"Registered disciples can't just come here, don't you know?" Dahan condescendingly scolded.

"Is this your mantra?" Youlan Mu smiled, and smiled so coldly.

"Presumptuous! Who are you, and what are you doing in the outer hall? Dahan shouted in a stewardly tone.

"Li Mu, come in exchange for the identity of the outer disciple." You Lanmu said lightly.

"You are Li Mu?" Dahan's expression changed, he looked at Youlan Mu, and then nodded and said, "Come with me." ”

Saying that, the big man took the lead and walked straight to a side door of the outer hall, but he took two steps and found that there was no movement behind him, and when he turned his head, the kid named "Li Mu" stood motionless in place, looking at him with a smile, he couldn't help but be annoyed, "What are you doing standing there, don't you come with me quickly!" ”

"Let's go? Where to go, to meet the people of the Ji family? Youlan Mu asked coldly.

Dahan's face changed, his flesh shook, and he said, "Boy, since you guessed, then follow me, otherwise I can only beat you into mud here, and then drag you out of here, and you don't want to lose face in public." ”

After all, this is the main gate of the outer hall, even if the big man takes the benefits of the Ji family, he doesn't want to do it here, if he alarms the elders of the outer hall, the punishment is not as simple as taking one or two lashes.

Seeing that Youlan Mu still didn't move, the big man stepped forward fiercely, and his thick right hand pinched Youlan Mu's slender left shoulder.

"Boy, do you want me to ask you to go? Come with me. The big man said viciously, and at the same time, his fingers pressed five deep dents on Youlan Mu's left shoulder.

"I don't need to follow anyone along my way." Youlan Mu ignored the other party's threat and whispered to himself, suddenly his body bent, burst into the big man's chest, and swung out his right fist, fourteen rounds of spiritual power fluctuations superimposed on each other, and hit the big man's abdomen with all his strength.

"Bang!" The sound of the iron fist smashing the flesh can be heard clearly, and Youlan Mu used so much force that he pushed up the whole person of the one hundred and eighty pounds in front of him. The big man's eyes bulged, and he could faintly see a few bloodshots, and his distorted cheeks were full of pain.

Taking advantage of the other party's vacant effort, Youlan Mu swept back with his left leg, and directly kicked the big man into the front hall, flying sideways above the main hall, until he hit the stone wall between the front hall and the back hall, and fell heavily on the hard quartz floor. The big man didn't move, but fainted directly.

In the front hall, some of the outer disciples who were busy were startled by the figure that suddenly hit the stone wall, and when they saw who the person on the wall was, they suddenly let out a noisy sound.

"Vice-Captain!"

"This kid dares to make trouble in the outer hall!"

"Catch him and send him to the Law Enforcement Palace!"

When the other guards in the outer hall heard the movement, they immediately ran over, and when they saw that the person who was knocked down was their own boss, they all drew their swords, and surrounded Youlan Mu in the center with unkind faces, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Youlan Mu's vital point.

Youlan Mu frowned deeply, held the wooden core sword in his hand, pointed the tip of the sword obliquely at the ground, and looked around at everyone, without the slightest fear.

All the guard disciples saw the wooden core sword, and their faces changed.

"Ji Changqing's sword." It wasn't just someone who whispered, and the guards looked extremely pale.

Although they didn't see how the deputy captain of the guard was sent flying, they all knew what the strength of the other party was, so they surrounded them together at the beginning, but when they saw the wooden core sword, they were a little hesitant, and they stopped one after another, and confronted Youlan Mu at the door of the front hall.

The wooden core sword, a medium-grade spirit sword, almost no one present did not recognize it, and now this spirit sword is held in the hands of a person who may be stronger than their vice captain, it is like putting a pair of wings on a tiger, who dares to provoke it.

Although Youlan Mu stood alone in the encirclement, he suppressed the guards present in terms of momentum, so that everyone didn't even dare to breathe.

Seeing that the two sides were at a stalemate, a delicate voice suddenly sounded outside the door of the front hall.

"Yo, it's so lively, what are you doing here, are you talking? Or maybe it's a slave, okay? ”

A tall woman with a graceful figure walked in from the outside, although she was wearing the white clothes of the outer disciples, but the pants were torn open a big gap, just like a cheongsam, as she walked around, the snow-white thighs loomed, very tempting by the tearing wind.

And this bewitching woman is followed by a tall strong man, whose cheeks are shaped like rocks to highlight the wordless heaviness, and he also carries a heavy sword with a lot of weight behind his back, whether it is a person or a sword, it only expresses two words "silence", quiet as a stubborn stone, moving like a thousand armies, this is the most realistic portrayal of a strong man.

When the guard disciples saw the two of them, their faces were cold, and the guard disciples who were surrounding the entrance of the main hall even avoided them directly, obviously these two people just stood there and brought them a lot of pressure, or the two of them had already been famous in the outer hall.

"Qin Ge, who is ranked second in the outer hall, and Pan Cicada, who is ranked sixth, why are they here?" Someone said in a very low voice.

"Huh? Isn't that Xiao Ji's wooden core sword? Didn't you say that you lost it, how could it be here? Pan Chan covered her lips with her fingers in surprise, showing charm in her every move.

Although the strong man Qin Ge did not speak, when he saw the spirit sword in Youlan Mu's hand, his thick eyebrows were also slightly wrinkled.

Sensing the gaze of the door, Youlan Mu looked at each other vigilantly, and the spirit sword in his hand was urged to make a slight trembling sound.

Although the woman in front of her behaved softly, her frivolous movements made Youlan Mu smell a trace of danger, especially the man in the back, who felt even more dangerous to Youlan Mu, even less than the pressure brought to him by the black charcoal head.

"This little brother, he is so good-looking, he obviously has the strength of refining qi at the seventh layer, and he is still wearing the clothes of a registered disciple, which is really interesting. I don't know if this little brother is willing to tell the slave family, what is your name? Pan Chan walked towards Youlan Mu with light steps, her thin fingers lightly holding her sideburns and hair, indescribably coquettish.

When Pan Chan walked to a place less than two meters away from Youlan Mu, she suddenly pointed like a sword, cutting straight into Youlan Mu's right wrist holding the sword, and a few wisps of spiritual power were wrapped around her beautiful fingertips, forming a thin and sharp sword light on the surface of her fingertips, which was amazing.

"Be careful! This little girl has cultivated sword intent. Po Jun broke the silence in the sea of knowledge.

For some reason, when he heard the voice of the broken army again, Youlan Mu's heart was relieved, and the pressure brought to him by the woman in front of him was instantly reduced by half.

Seeing that the other party's fingertips were close to him, Youlan Mu immediately snorted coldly, not daring to be careless, put away the spirit sword, stepped forward with his right foot, and fourteen rounds of spiritual power fluctuations surged out, and he made a move with all his strength.

A circle of invisible aura, centered on Youlan Mu, spread out in all directions, rolling up a layer of qi at the door of the dusty hall. At the same time, he swung his right fist and slammed it into the opponent's fingertips.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the spiritual power was strongly hedged, and it was even up and down.

The stone slab under Youlan Mu's feet instantly bloomed into a spider web-like crack, and the shock wave emitted by the collision of spiritual power pushed the surrounding guard disciples to take a step back, and the entire hall was echoing with a "buzzing" sound.

The fists and fingers intersected, feeling the chilling breath from the Youlan Mu fist watch, the charming smile on Pan Chan's face disappeared immediately, and was replaced by a dignified color, she immediately snorted, the bright light on her fingertips shone brightly, and the sharp sword grew an inch.

"Spiritual power is released!" Youlan Mu's pupils shrank, and he swung his right fist and pressed forward suddenly, with a fierce battle intent in his eyes.

"That's not a release of spiritual power, it's sword intent, quickly withdraw your right fist, the bandage on your hand will burst." Po Jun eagerly reminded that as Po Jun finished speaking, a bandage on Youlan Mu's fist table was directly cut by the sword that had penetrated into the opponent.

Youlan Mu was shocked, and immediately retracted his right fist, and at the same time, his left leg suddenly struck, kicking the opponent's waist and ribs horizontally, preventing the opponent from taking advantage of the situation to pursue.

Pan Chan saw that the other party suddenly pulled her right fist back, she was stunned at first, and then heard the wind below, she didn't really want to fight to the death with the other party, so she raised her right foot like a light swallow and slammed it with Youlan Mu, and with the help of Youlan Mu's foot power, she turned gracefully in the air and retreated to the strong man's side.

"Little brother has so much strength, the slave's hands hurt when he beats, I really don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade." Pan Chan glared at Youlan Mu with resentment, rubbed her slightly sour fingertips and complained. Her words were still so frivolous, but she was obviously a little more jealous in her gaze when she looked at Youlan Mu.

Qin Ge, who was standing on the side, was as silent as gold, and said three words rarely: "Battle Strategy." ”

Although there was some speculation in her heart, when she heard Qin Ge say it, Pan Chan's face changed several times, and finally regained her weak posture, and complained, "It seems that Dabi will be bullied by your stinky men again at the end of the year." Pan Chan's words and deeds are full of weakness, but no one dares to underestimate her.

In the world of cultivators, sword cultivation is the strongest, sword cultivation is the wildest, and Dan cultivation is the richest, these are the three eternal laws. Among them, the sword cultivation that cultivated the sword intent was even more powerful, just like Pan Chan's little sword intent before breaking through the fourteen rounds of spiritual power fluctuations of Youlan Mu, the light of the sword intent should not be underestimated.

Qin Ge was still silent about Pan Chan's grievances, but his gaze was full of warlike intent when he looked at Youlan Mu.

Just when Qin Ge also wanted to try the strength of Youlan Mu, a drunken shouting and scolding suddenly came from the apse, "Damn, you can't even drink wine, what's the meaning of life." You little cubs, do you want to tear down the outer hall before you give up? Come and give each man ten lashes, and work for ten days as a warning. ”

Its voice is so loud and powerful that it rings in the ears and knocks on everyone's heart.

Youlan Mu was shocked, and exclaimed, "Elder Zhuji! ”