The incense aimed at the cultivators had already charmed the four young men, and they gradually adapted to the darkness in the room, and Murong Jiu saw them either lying down or lying on their respective beds, it was obvious that they had been plotted against in their cultivation.

Hehe, you provoked me first, don't blame me...... Murong Jiu pulled out Sima Yan's long sword and danced at the four young men in a storm, and then quickly put the sword back into its sheath...... Call it a day.

Exiting the room, he turned and closed the door and re-entered the second room, where he re-entered the next room after a round of intense sword swings.

The cold sword light flashed in one room after another, indicating that Murong Jiu was inflicting vicious revenge on the students of the academy, and the figure behind him followed him step by step, not stopping or speaking.

Hey...... Gu Shilang, Huoyun, cut everyone down, it's not good to leave you alone...... Another flash of light and shadow flashed with a sword, and Murong Jiu mercilessly handed out the long sword to his friend's previous life.

Nearly half an hour later, he walked through all the rooms and beheaded dozens of people, but he didn't feel that it was enough. He turned and walked towards a prominent wall, "Hmph, seeing that I was beaten and indifferent, I will also take revenge." ”

Handing out the sword, his body swung the long sword like a dancing god, and sharp sword light burst out at the tip of the sword, leaving a clear carving mark in the wall, and stone chips fell one after another.

Putting away his sword and returning, he smiled evilly and looked at the faces of the people who jumped on the wall, their images were clear and distinct, the expressions on their cheeks were so innocent and pitiful, but in their stretched eyebrows, there was a clear look of schadenfreude.

Belch...... What's missing......

Murong Jiu felt that he was portrayed well, but he still lacked some unbridled youth jokes, and then his wrist rotated, the light and shadow of the long sword flashed in the dark night, and the sword qi shot out on one side of the two faces.

The debris was sprinkled, and clear handwriting appeared - "It's not my fault, it's all the moon's fault."

This is the first time Murong Jiu has danced and written since entering the world of Huaxia, the two are not a one-day skill can be practiced, but at the moment when he grasps the hilt of the sword, a kind of freehand sword intent is filled in his heart, he is like a swordsman who is familiar with sword theory, the idea of the sword is scattered in every inch of the spiritual space, and the clear feeling that is about to come out makes him have a feeling of not vomiting and unhappy, waving the sword out, the sword goes with his heart, and the sword move and the sword style are completed in one go.

And the fluency of writing is also caused by his thoughts, and the words are swayed when his mind moves.

The strangeness of life happened too much to himself, and Murong Jiu didn't make too much of a fuss. Falling out of the hazy artistic conception of a martial arts swordsman, he stared at the clearly scratched wall and smiled to himself.

Hehe, it's not bad, go home...... But when he turned around, he slammed into the ghostly figure.

What the hell...... Seeing a mysterious figure standing in front of his cheek so closely, Murong Jiu's three souls and seven spirits jumped violently, turned around, and he wanted to flee in a panic. However, after that figure was stunned for a moment, his body jumped, and he rushed to Murong Jiu's back.

Ghost upper body...... Murong Jiu's whole body suddenly broke out in cold sweat, his legs were weak, and he immediately fell to the ground, but due to the fear in his heart, his palm flicked wildly, and the long sword instantly stabbed into the body of that figure.

"Ah, it hurts me so much that you pierced me. The figure ached, but it cried out the voice of a dazed and stupid child.

Is it a person? Murong Jiu instantly judged that the figure was not a ghost or a ghost, and he smiled secretly, the Shenwu Academy is an ancient martial arts holy land, and there is a dragon and a crouching tiger hidden in it, which ghost and evil thing dares to commit it alone? However, it is not good to be a human being, he stole into the academy by himself, and he was unsightly, not to mention that he had done disgraceful things.

"This, you're fine, right?" Murong Jiu covered his cheek with one hand, and his voice was unrelenting, resolutely not revealing his message.

"Who are you, you hurt me so much. ”

The figure stood up from the ground, completely revealing his body and appearance in Murong Jiu, he was a teenager, his face was full of red light, and the long sword was stuck straight in his slightly chubby abdomen.

From the fact that the sword in his abdomen was still unharmed, and his teenage face had eyes as twinkling as stars and deep eyes as the sea, Murong Jiu could completely judge that his strength was unfathomable and had reached the realm of rejuvenation, but why did his mind also "rejuvenate" with him?

Ha Lu Ha ...... Murong Jiu was no longer afraid, with his astute mind, he could completely play with a child, his palm was taken off his face, his hands grabbed the hilt of the sword, and in the sound of the young man's snorting pain, he pulled out the long sword little by little, and sure enough, there was not the slightest blood.

"Hey, who are you and what's your name?" Murong Jiu put away his long sword and did not answer the young man's inquiry, but instead asked the young man with burning eyes.

"Name, I'm Wu Zhuangyuan?" the mysterious young man didn't care about Murong Jiu's rhetorical question, he puffed out his chest and replied quite proudly.

"Damn, Wu Zhuangyuan...... "Murong Jiu's heart jumped uncontrollably, Wu Zhuangyuanye, what a big name! But in order to stay in the Shenwu Academy safely, the news will not be leaked, he has already decided on the young man in front of him, his expression showed a trace of doubt and disdain, and said: "No one believes it, don't call you Wu Zhuangyuan......

"Then what is my name?" The young man didn't see Murong Jiu's excitement and surprise, his proud mood was frustrated, seeing Murong Jiu's serious look, he felt that he lacked some confidence in excitement, and immediately asked.

Murong Jiu's anti-guest words made this rejuvenated "martial champion" completely lose his self-confidence, and involuntarily regarded himself as a real child, completely in a passive position.

"I'll give you a name that shocks the world, or is it a god's name......" Murong Jiu held his forehead with his hands, in a state of racking his brains and thinking, and suddenly smiled, but stopped at the critical moment.

Trick, this is Murong Jiu's trick again, he is subtly changing the thinking of young people into curious children.

"What's the name?" asked the cheerful "Wu Zhuangyuan" curiously.

"Night wanderer. ”

Although Murong Jiu was calculating the young man in front of him, his face did not show the slightest sinister expression, and his demeanor was quite natural. He understands that this young man may have boasted and pretended to be the identity of "Wu Zhuangyuan", but his origin is also destined to be ordinary, and under his immature appearance, there is an old monster with deep strength.

"What kind of god is the Night Wandering God?" the young man said with a puzzled look that he had never heard of.

Ha Lu Ha, "Wu Zhuangyuan" is full of joy and anger.

"The Night Wandering God was a fighting saint between heaven and earth in that era, his magic power was vast, he openly rebelled against the lord of the heavenly realm, and bravely fought against 100,000 strong enemies...... Where is your home?"

Murong Jiu's eyes showed a look of reverence, and his heart set off the infinite fanaticism of the fighting holy god, his undisguised admiration demeanor, so that the young man on the side clearly felt a deep yearning idea, so the young man had already determined the authenticity of the "Night Wandering God", and in his heart also fictionalized an awe-inspiring fighting god.

However, Murong Jiu's sudden and inexplicable change of topic was equivalent to interrupting the young man's conception of the fearless posture of the "Night Wandering God", but he didn't understand Murong Jiu's intentions, and said, "Home, I'm here, tell me, what about the Night Wandering God?"

The young man was attracted by the sky-high arrogance of the Night Wandering God, and was eager to learn more about the legend of the Night Wandering God, so he stared impatiently at Murong Jiu.

"The Night Wanderer...... If you're sleepy, go to sleep, and talk about it tomorrow. “

Murong Jiu rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked towards his courtyard with his long sword, ignoring the young man's expression.

Hehe, Monkey King, Fighting Holy Buddha, people on earth love it, aren't you a martial champion, then I will use the famous battle legend to hang your rejuvenated mind.

"Wait, don't be in a hurry to sleep, let's talk about the night wandering spirit first......" The young man hurriedly chased after Murong Jiu and asked eagerly.

"How can you not be in a hurry to sleep, you can ...... sleep"

The young man's mind, Murong Jiu's wisdom was full of scheming, the two walked into the distance while talking, and finally after a quarter of an hour, the young man was abducted into the courtyard, and Murong Jiu slammed the courtyard door quietly.

The darkness before dawn hurried by, the sky broke, the stars in the sky gradually withdrew from the gloomy night, the faint morning smoke was evacuated in the earth space by the morning wind, and the coolness of the dew brought the freshness of the breath.

The Xuanling Tree loomed in the morning mist, and the dew on the leaves slid down under the breeze, taking away the dust and dirt of yesterday, and showing the vitality of the new day.

The handover of a group of heavily armed guards at the city gate, and the opening of the four city gates, showed that the night sleep in Phoenix City had passed, and the noisy day began.

Early morning, new day, new beginning.

The cultivators in the Shenwu Academy gradually woke up from their slumber or cultivation.

"Ah...... Who did it!"

The first terrible howl came out of a room, and then a terrible howl rang out one after another, and the sound shook the entire Shenwu Academy.

"Ah, who is it? I'm going to kill you......"

The young man who let out the first scream breathed a sigh of relief, everyone is fine together, I really can't bear it alone!

For the first time, dozens of people in ten men's dormitories were so unified, that is, to make the perpetrators taste the torture of the world.

Finally, the dry howl of dozens of people closing the door alarmed the leaders of the academy, and the vice president led the division commander of the academy to come non-stop, pushing open the door in a hurry, and the vice president who should have let out a thunderous roar was instantly stunned, the scar on his cheek was beating irregularly, and several division commanders behind him also had stiff faces.

It's miserable...... The four young men in front of him, their hair and eyebrows were cut off by the roots, and the four bald men held the broken long hair in their hands, and their anger rushed to the top.

It's miserable...... Without that long flowing hair and two sword eyebrows, the image would inevitably be greatly reduced, even miserable.

The vice dean pushed open the door one by one, and found that the situation of dozens of people was exactly the same, he forced a smile to exit the room, and said to several college teachers: "This matter is special, just let them deal with it themselves." ”

Dozens of young people, each of whom has an extraordinary family background, each of them is a dazzling dragon in their respective families, they were "humiliated" at the same time, the vice president did not dare to easily volunteer to serve them justice, what is the origin of the other party? What should I do if I don't handle it well?

The vice president let them solve it by themselves, they have the ability to catch the perpetrator, it doesn't matter if they kill it, your backstage is hard, you can't catch the murderer, you can only think that you are unlucky.

"It's not my fault, it's all the moon's fault."

"Hehe, it's interesting......" Coming to the wall, the vice president looked at the portrayal and handwriting, smiled and walked into the distance.