"Practice, practice, talk about love. Mu Yun sighed, he stepped on the Qinghong Sword and flew into the air, and there were many senior sisters of Yuzhen Peak under him, "excitedly" calling him.

The flying swords that the senior sisters loved in their hearts were all sacrificed, and they chased after him tightly, and they couldn't shake it off.

Mu Yun dashed the sword, put his hands behind his back, and disappeared in an instant. It was easy to get out of the range of Yuzhen Peak, he took off the wine jug on his waist, took a sip of wine from the immortal, and said with emotion: "Ho, woman." ”

Speaking of Yuzhen Peak, the sword sacrifice of 100 people is really huge, and there has not been such a grand event in the past twenty years.

Those dog licking brothers who deliberately patted sycophants and wanted to take advantage of the "Retirement Book Incident" to go to Yuzhen Peak to cheer for their favorite sister and relieve their depression, and try to hug the beauty, outside the gate of Yuzhen Peak, they saw the grand scene of the sacrifice of hundreds of swords from afar, and they were scared.

The hatred for Mu Yun between the same door has reached a higher level, but everyone wants to be him, but he has not been in the thousands of flowers, and he has no ability to touch the leaves, so he can only ask for a bargain and splash all the dirty water on Mu Yun's head: "It's all his fault, Yuzhenfeng is now a man and don't get close, where are the senior sisters willing to believe in our affection." ”

Someone else picked up the heart-shaped piece of paper, and the content on the piece of paper made the Six Veins Brothers feel even more uncomfortable.

"Sister Wanxi, I actually said something 'in a dream day and night'"

"If you don't kill Mu Yun, Lao Tzu swears not to be a man!"

On this day, the young generation of the six veins of Longhu Mountain are extremely motivated: first there are female disciples, who do not know why they sacrifice swords, and then there are male disciples, who practice to the death, and do not hesitate to plant a demon oath.

The real person in charge of the family watched the mountains and rivers with his hands, and looked at the scene of the upper and lower minds, and nodded: "Well, this is what a young man should look like." But that Mu Yun seems to be a little too naughty. ”

On the side of the real man in charge, Lu Lianyi was taken aback and simply kept silent.

......

"It's over, it seems like I've offended a bit more. ”

Mu Yun Imperial Sword rose into the air, and looked at the situation against him below, if it weren't for the saber Qinghong given by the master, he would have been shot down and beaten badly.

Can't be provoked, can't hide yet?

Mu Yun went in the direction of Danxia Peak, and when he approached the mountain gate, he turned around, suddenly turned around, and directly drilled into the vast and boundless dense forest.

After Mu Yun left, six figures with swords on their backs appeared from under Danxia Peak Mountain with shouts and curses, and they even formed a sword formation, just waiting for Mu Yun to throw himself into the net.

These people are not unknowns, they are disciples of Jian Lai Feng, and they are also the same disciples of Zhang Dou, the leader of the rookie list, and they are good at swordsmanship.

It's a pity that Mu Yun kicked in the door, slippery and slippery, and actually ran away!

The six members of the Qi Sword Coming Peak gritted their teeth, and their mood was depressed to the extreme. In the next half month, I am afraid that I will not be able to sleep or eat.

Mu Yun hummed a song, put away the Qinghong Sword, and landed steadily on the winding mountain road, feeling a little proud. The highest level of pretending to be a calf is not to pretend to the end, but to run away after pretending, and a few fools are left in the wind. Pity those two hundred and five who feel good about themselves, it is difficult for them to appreciate the essence of this great avenue in this life.

"Really am I stupid? There are ten people on the rookie list, and eight of them are licking dogs, and the master will be stupid to send people to the door and block them?

But it is not a long-term solution to just fight with them, because licking the dog must kneel. A calf who doesn't crush his opponent to the point of losing faith is a failure!

For Mu Yun, the top priority is to improve his cultivation as soon as possible. Otherwise, the next time he encounters the senior sisters of Yuzhen Peak, he can not run away at all. Of course, it is to go deep into them, to meet the source left and right, and to accept them calmly.

Thinking so in his heart, he was going to find a secluded place and concentrate on cultivation until he showed his head when the Six Veins would be martial arts.

At present, his magic weapon is enough, more than a dozen, and he only needs to improve his cultivation to the five realms. Not to mention beating the first rookie list, it is disgusting enough to disgust those brothers who claim to beat him to death.

Speaking of cultivation, Mu Yun was very depressed. He used to be a rare genius, otherwise Luo Cheng would not have carefully selected him and accepted him as one of the only three descendant disciples.

In the year of entry, Mu Yun broke through the four realms in one year, and no one could match.

Now these people on the rookie list are not qualified to compare with him!

The turning point occurred in the fourth year, when he was 11 years old, when his cultivation suddenly began to stagnate, or even regress.

At first, Mu Yun thought that he didn't work hard enough, he cultivated day and night, and he couldn't stand the speed at which the aura in the dantian faded. He began to fall into the realm, and in the next seven years, he needed to sweat more than others to barely maintain himself in the three realms.

In the past seven years, he has suffered countless white eyes, and he has also been forced to become a prodigal son in the game world from a quiet teenager.

Mu Yun often said that the realm will not make you happy, but you will be able to work well. He has always used the most sequitable posture to tell his most serious self, but no one can understand it.

Fortunately, when he was 17 years old, the speed at which the aura in his body faded finally stopped. But after seven years of stagnation, there seemed to be a wall blocking his broken mirror barrier. He could sense that the next realm was close at hand, but it was always a thin line.

It's been seven years of wastewood, and I don't care about a few more days and nights.

......

In the seven years after the fall and the stagnation of cultivation, it was not all without gains.

It's as if God has closed one door for you and opened another door for you. Mu Yun found that his pupil power was different from others, and he could see things that others couldn't, including his master, who was a Great Sword Immortal.

For example, the formation spirit incarnated by the Dragon Tiger Mountain Mountain Protection Formation is logically said to be the existence of the true sect leader who is qualified to communicate, but it is Mu Yun's worship brother.

On this matter, he once asked Luo Cheng privately, and the master's reply was also a little speculative: "It is said that in ancient times, the war between the gods and demons of the heavens ended, and some powerful gods disappeared in the long river of time. But the blood inheritance supernatural power they carried was quietly passed down in a way that was difficult for the Heavenly Dao to detect. ”

This includes pupil power!

"Could it be that my ancestor is a certain god clan power with mana?" Mu Yun returned to Luoyang City under the mountain with excitement, and secretly turned over his genealogy for more than fifty generations, but the result was disappointing, his ancestors were just ordinary people.

"Hey, that's a blood spirit?" Mu Yun rubbed his eyes, how could such a shady thing appear in the holy Taoist ancestral court?

Deep in the mountains and forests, on winding mountain roads, and beside the cold mountain springs, there is a blood spirit wandering aimlessly. Its eyes were hollow, and its eyes glowed bloodthirsty red.

In the mountain stream, a small wine glass is swirling with the water, it turns out that a few secular literati and ink writers, here chanting poems to the glass of wine, forgetting the time.

The mountain road is full of blood!

The bodies of several scholars were separated, and the death was extremely tragic. It seems that he was put on the back by the blood spirit, and he bit off his head in one bite, and the blood column still spurted from his neck.

The blood spirit suspected of being the perpetrator was wandering like that.

The flying sword behind Mu Yun is ready to move, as the heir of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, it is his duty to kill demons and eliminate demons. When you encounter something unclean, you don't need to say anything, kill it with a sword!

"Forget it, let's not meddle in it. ”

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, he pinched a sword trick and forced the restless Qinghong Sword to calm down.

What's so good about slaying demons and destroying demons, and no one sends him a pennant. What's more, with his cultivation in the Three Realms, he stupidly rushed up to shout if he had a problem with his brain.

And to be fair, the demons didn't hurt your mother to buy vegetables and raise prices, so why open your mouth and shut up to kill demons.

As soon as Mu Yun comforted himself a few words, the wandering blood spirit disappeared out of thin air!

A gust of mountain wind blew, making people shiver, he held the Qinghong Sword behind his back in his hand, and recalled the record about the blood spirit in his mind:

Blood spirit, a kind of living beings in heaven and earth. An evil species between the gods, humans, demons, and resentful spirits, and feeds on the blood of other creatures.

Although the other party disappeared, Mu Yun could feel that the unclean thing had hidden its body somewhere, admiring its prey, staring at his every move.

This is a wilderness and ancient forest, dozens of miles away from the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Dao Palace, and there is no time to ask for help.

After a burst of brilliance, Mu Yun instantly put on the deputy soldier armor pill, and there were more than a dozen magic weapons in his backpack, ready to endure.