In an instant, blood splattered out, and Su Mu's sword directly cut an extremely long and deep wound on Ping Ximeng's elbow, Ping Ximeng was in pain, and the sword in his hand couldn't be clenched, so he flew out.

The sword landed on the ground in the inner hall of the ancestral hall, making a crisp "jingling" sound.

Su Mu still maintained the posture of drawing his sword, raised his head, and still looked at Ping Ximeng with an expressionless face.

"Your sword, it's gone. Su Mu said lightly, and lightly pointed at Ping Ximeng's sword that had fallen to the side with his sword.

"You bastard!" Pingxi Meng, as a disciple of the Ten Masters Society, had never received such an insult in his life, he was furious on the spot, and scolded loudly, but he was too embarrassed to immediately bend down and reach out to pick up his sword.

Fang Cai's confident blow was defused by Su Mu's counterattack before he could make a move, and at this time, he was injured again with his bare hands, so he naturally lost even less confidence.

Ping Ximeng was angry and angry in his heart, staring at Su Mu viciously, as if he wanted to swallow him in one gulp.

"No matter how fierce your eyes are, they won't change anything. Seeing that Ping Ximeng didn't mean to reach out to take the sword, Su Mu had roughly guessed that his heart had lost his self-confidence and fighting spirit, and he couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

I thought that the disciples of the legendary Ten Masters Society should be strong, but I didn't expect that the state of mind was so fragile.

"If you don't pick up the sword all the time, I'll have to attack it, Senior Brother Ping. Su Mu didn't want to waste any more time, so he took the initiative to rush forward for the first time.

Ping Ximeng was also suppressed by Su Mu's sword at that time, this Su Mu's action pattern was completely beyond his expectations, and he didn't even have time to react at this time. He wanted to reach out and grab the sword on the ground, but he was afraid that he would be attacked by Su Mu when he picked up the sword, so he was in a dilemma for a while.

Obviously, Pingxi Meng had no room for hesitation, and in the next moment, Su Mu's sword was already on his neck.

"Surrender, Senior Brother Ping. Su Mu said.

Although Pingxi Meng's height was nearly half a head taller than Su Mu, Su Mu looked like the taller one at this time. Ping Ximeng's back was a little bent, his body was also a little rickety, and he was suppressed by Su Mu's fierce momentum, so he unconsciously shortened Su Mu at this time.

This kid dares to make such a fool of himself. This kid can really beat himself!

Pingxi Mengnai is a disciple of the Ten Masters Society, although he is not the most outstanding of the younger generation, but as a personal disciple of Pingxi Yu, his strength and talent are naturally not bad, he has lived a life of stars and moons since he was a child, and he has hardly encountered any setbacks in his kendo career, and he can be said to be arrogant and domineering both inside and outside the sect.

At the moment, he was defeated so simply by a child from the middle school.

When you take out your own sword, the other party will resolve it effortlessly, and the other party will make yourself lose with just one move.

He knew that he was not losing above his cultivation, and he also knew that Su Mu was far from being as simple as he imagined, but this was not an excuse for him to be so embarrassed today.

Originally, Pingximeng was ordered by Pingxiyu to come out and take the initiative to provoke, but at this moment, he was defeated so easily, not only did he have no excuse to continue to attack the Hanshan Sword Sect, but he caused Xingyuemen to lose face.

He didn't dare to imagine what kind of treatment he would suffer after returning to the sect! He would become a laughing stock among his senior brothers, and even his own master would lose trust in him!

"Ximeng, what are you still doing, if you lose, surrender quickly, come down!"

Surprisingly, before Ping Ximeng could speak, Pingxi Yu, who was watching the battle, took the lead in speaking.

Seeing that his master had spoken, Pingximeng knew that there was no room for reversal in this matter, and he was afraid that he would be doomed to this loss.

Pingximeng was suddenly like a frosted eggplant, first bowed to Su Mu with a fist to admit defeat, and then picked up the saber on the side, and returned to Pingxiyu's side with a wilt.

Ping Ximeng, who felt everyone's gaze, turned red at this time, bit his lower lip and stopped talking.

"Papapapa" Pingxi Yu no longer paid attention to his disgraced disciple, but instead applauded in the direction of Su Mu and Gao Yuanshan.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that although the Hanshan Sword Sect is a second-class sect, there are such young heroes, and the cultivation of the Tongmai Realm can easily defeat the disciples of my sect's Guanhai Realm, and the old man's trip has also opened his eyes. Ping Xiyu stood up, shook the robe on his body slightly, and said with a smile, which made Gao Yuanshan's heart tighten.

Gao Yuanshan knew that the second elder of the Xingyue Sect was definitely not an easy person to deal with, and his disciple would be embarrassed if he failed to provoke him, and he would definitely find a way to find a way to find a place elsewhere.

"Don't dare to be, the junior apprentice Su Mu is just lucky, if he fights hard to cultivate his true qi, he will definitely not be the enemy of the disciples of your sect!" Gao Yuanshan was very nervous in his heart, and hurriedly said politely.

"It turns out that this child's name is Su Mu, how old is he this year?" Ping Xiyu approached Su Mu, still with a smile on his face.

"In a little while, he will be fourteen years old. Facing the Pingxi rain that was close at hand, Su Mu could naturally feel the unfathomable cultivation on his body, but he still replied without humility or arrogance.

His face was calm and his gaze was determined.

The talent is extremely high, the kendo understanding is good, and the heart is still tenacious, he is definitely a rare talent, and Pingxi Yu, who knows countless people, has made up his mind in his heart.

Although his True Qi cultivation was still a bit low, it was already at the middle and upper level for his age, and in such a Middle Three Sect Sect with few resources, he couldn't expect his disciple to have a deep True Qi cultivation.

Although this kid has made himself lose face, he is indeed talented, and his method of dissolving Xingyue's sword qi also makes Ping Xiyu care a lot.

If such a talent can be absorbed and absorbed, it must be very good, not only can it hit the face of the Cold Mountain Sword Sect, but also add a good disciple to his own disciples.

It's always much stronger than that waste in Pingximeng.

"At the age of fourteen, he has such a ability, and he is really powerful. Ping Xiyu stroked his beard, "It's a pity that such a good talent was born in the wrong place, and the weak sect that stayed in this remote place could only waste his talent in the end!

The more Gao Yuanshan listened, the more wrong it became. Obviously, Ping Xiyu talking like this is equivalent to recruiting Su Mu in public.

This is absolutely not good! Su Muke is the only hope of the Cold Mountain Sword Sect, and he must not be abducted by Pingxi Yu!

But just as Gao Yuanshan was about to interrupt, Su Mu's voice had already sounded.

"Elder Xie Ping is loving, but Su Mu has grown up in the Cold Mountain Sword Sect since he was a child, and he has long regarded this place as his home, and he has no intention of leaving this place. Su Mu put his sword in front of him, clasped his fists and bowed.