"Crack..." The sound of broken bones sounded, and the two of them fell to their knees at the same time, blood spurting out from their mouths.
"You..." The man in green shirt looked at the two people blankly, with an expression of disbelief.
"You are too weak, I have no interest in taking action." Mingyu shook his head, then took Qin Lan's hand, stepped forward, and prepared to leave.
Looking at Mingyu who was gradually walking away, the man in green shirt said angrily: "You bastard, stop right here."
"Shua~"
Mingyu stayed where he was, turned around slowly, locked eyes with the man in green shirt, and said indifferently: "Is something wrong?"
The man in green shirt pointed at Mingyu, gritted his teeth and roared: "You dare to hurt my Xuanyang Sect disciple, don't even think about leaving here safely today!"
"Really?" Mingyu shrugged and said, "In that case, let's change places. I'm afraid I'll scare you later."
Hearing this, the man in green shirt's face trembled fiercely.
After seeing Mingyu's terrifying attack just now, how could he still dare to show off his power?
At that moment, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No need to bother."
"You're welcome." Mingyu grinned, pulling Qin Lan and quickly disappearing into the night.
Seeing this, the man in green shirt secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately asked everyone to leave.
However, they had just walked a few meters away when a gust of wind suddenly sounded, followed by a black afterimage.
"Bang bang!"
Along with the dull sound, five or six Xuanyang Sect disciples didn't even say a word. They all fainted, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
"You...what are you going to do?" The faces of the remaining two men in green shirts changed greatly and they were panicked.
Mingyu glanced at the two of them coldly and said disdainfully, "Cowards."
Their faces twitched, and deep hatred flashed deep in their eyes. They were elite disciples of the Xuanyang Sect, but they were actually called cowards.
But they didn't have the courage to compete with Mingyu. After all, Mingyu's fighting power was too terrifying, even more ferocious than a ferocious beast.
"Tell me, where is your lair?" Mingyu asked, his eyes slightly cold.
The man in green shirt swallowed his saliva and asked in a trembling voice, "What do you want to do?"
"Answer my question." Mingyu shouted, his body instantly approached the two of them, and said coldly: "If you dare to hide even a few words, I promise that I will let you accompany your senior brothers and sisters in the next second."
Listening to Mingyu's warning, the man in green shirt and the other person's hearts were beating wildly, and beads of sweat oozed from their foreheads.
"You..." The man in blue shirt swallowed hard and said, "You... don't mess around, otherwise our Xuanyang Sect will never spare you."
"Really?" Mingyu smiled jokingly and said, "You can try it now."
Mingyu was not worried because he knew that Xuanyang Sect disciples did not dare to lie.
Seeing that Mingyu was not afraid at all, their faces stiffened, and a flash of fear flashed in their eyes.
If the sect knew that they had deceived their fellow disciples, they would be severely punished.
"Tell me." Mingyu shouted coldly, and a cold breath filled his body, making the two of them unable to breathe.
"I...we are just following orders. The person who really wants to arrest you is...Senior Brother Yang!" One of the disciples said tremblingly, his eyes filled with fear.
Mingyu's expression suddenly changed and he asked, "Yang Haoyu?"
The disciple nodded and said: "Senior Brother Yang Haoyu has practiced the "Soul-Eating Technique", and his Soul-Eating Spear is a low-level treasure with great power. You'd better be careful."
Hearing this, Mingyu narrowed his eyes and said, "I want to see what he is capable of!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mingyu raised his feet and walked towards the depths of the mountains.
…
In the mountains, towering ancient trees with lush branches and leaves obscure the light of the stars and moon.
The pitch black night enveloped every corner of the mountain range, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.
Somewhere in the mountains, two disciples were sitting in the grass recovering, chatting.
"Alas! Poor
Our cultivation level is not even at the early stage of Xuanwu Realm, so even if we go back, there will be no future. "One person sighed, quite helpless.
"Who said Senior Brother Yang is the elder's only son? Only he deserves to be called Young Master!" Another person echoed.
Listening to their conversation, not long after, a ray of cold murderous intent suddenly flashed.
"Whoops~"
The next moment, in the darkness, a blue dagger appeared out of thin air, strange and fast, reaching their throats in the blink of an eye.
"hiss--"
The dagger cut through the skin, the sharp energy stung, and severe pain swept through the whole body, and the two of them suddenly woke up.
"You...who are you?" one person asked in fear.
"You answer whatever I ask. If you make me unhappy, I will send you back to the west." Mingyu's cold and ruthless voice echoed through the mountains and forests, like a demon from the Nine Netherworld.
"We don't know anything, please let us go." The two begged, their faces full of horror, and they completely lost their fighting ability.
"Whoosh~"
After saying this, Mingyu flipped his wrist lightly, and the dagger turned into a stream of light and shot through the eyebrows of the two people.
Mingyu took back the dagger and immediately continued deeper into the mountains.
Deep in the mountains, in a valley, a young man in green robes sat cross-legged on a huge rock. His face was pale, his body was dripping with blood, and he looked miserable.
At this time, he was recovering from his injuries.
This is where Xuanyang Sect disciples live.
Mingyu sneaked in quietly, without disturbing the green-robed young man, and quietly approached.
Mingyu quietly stuck his head out, listened carefully for a moment, and made sure that there was no danger around him, then he slowly moved closer to the green-robed young man.
The green-robed young man was seriously injured, his cheeks were swollen, and his whole body exuded the smell of decay.
He closed his eyes and meditated, unaware that death was approaching.
Mingyu frowned slightly. Living in this world, such a person simply tainted life.
Without any hesitation, Mingyu took out the elixir and fed it to the green-robed young man, and then used needles to seal his meridians to prevent him from escaping by using his energy.
After doing this, Mingyu left.
Although Mingyu is strong, he is only a first-level alchemist after all. He is not strong enough and cannot save the young man in green robes, and may even get into trouble.
Mingyu is not stupid, he naturally knows how to measure things.
The next morning, when the morning light spread over the mountains and forests, the whole college was boiling.
All the new disciples gathered in the square, waiting for the Xuanyang Sect disciples to be summoned.
"Mingyu, did you sleep well last night?"
Mingyu came to the square, and a group of people gathered together.
"Very good, why did you all come here?" Mingyu glanced around and found that Luo Honglian was not there, so he couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, do you remember Junior Sister Luo? She is so beautiful!" A girl said sweetly, looking like a nymphomaniac.
Mingyu shook his head and said, "I don't remember."
Luo Honglian's beauty has long been engraved in her heart.
However, Mingyu is not a playboy and has never had any evil thoughts.
Mingyu secretly thought: Luo Honglian may have left Tianxuan City.
"Huh? Mingyu, where did you get your clothes? They fit you very well." Suddenly, someone noticed Mingyu's clothes and couldn't help but be shocked.
"Hey, yesterday I met Junior Brother Mingyu, chatted with him for a few words, and got him a set of clothes." Another person said with a smile, his tone revealing the meaning of flattery.
"Junior Brother Mingyu, these are your clothes. Put them on quickly." The female disciple handed over a brand new set of clothes.
Seeing the brand new clothes, Mingyu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and asked, "Are these clothes new?"
"Yes! I saw that your figure is similar to that of Senior Brother Yang, so I found one for you. I hope you like it." The female disciple said with a faint smile.
"Thanks."
With that said, Mingyu took the clothes.
Mingyu thanked him and started to put it on.
After finishing dressing, Mingyu felt much more comfortable and his complexion improved a bit.
He smiled lightly and said, "You go ahead."
"okay!"
A group of disciples responded one after another, and then walked towards the center of the square, waiting for the call.
"Mingyu!"
Suddenly, a familiar and angry voice came into my ears.
Looking around Xun Sheng, he saw Yang Haoyu leading dozens of people walking quickly, his eyes locked on Mingyu, his face full of gloom and murderous intent.
Yang Haoyu came over and said viciously: "You brat, see how I torture you to death today!"
"Yang Haoyu, this is a fight between students. I advise you not to interfere, so as not to suffer physical pain." Mingyu said disdainfully.
"Hmph! Stop pretending! Even if you are a core disciple, I, Yang Haoyu, still don't look down on you!" Yang Haoyu said fiercely.
He clenched his fists fiercely and his bones crackled.
"You are indeed good. You are worthy of being a genius that Xuanyang Sect has not seen in a century."
"But you are too conceited!"
"The consequences of being conceited are often tragic!"
Yang Haoyu's face twitched and he gritted his teeth and said, "You don't need to talk nonsense. Since you are seeking death yourself, then I will help you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Haoyu rushed towards him with his sword, the speed was very fast, and the blade of the sword flashed with cold light.
"Shua~"
"Tsk~~"
Mingyu had quick eyes and quick hands. He stretched out his palm and grabbed the blade of the sword. With a slight twist, the sharp sword was snatched away and dropped to the ground.
"Bastard!" Yang Haoyu was furious, his body shook, and the tyrannical force knocked Mingyu away, and he cursed angrily: "You bastard!"
Yang Haoyu waved his sword again and attacked Mingyu with a sharp attack.
Mingyu was not willing to be outdone and faced the challenge.
Yang Haoyu possesses three-star true energy and is very powerful in combat.
However, it was difficult to gain the upper hand against Mingyu who was at the same level.
"Rumble~~~"
"Bang bang bang~~~"
In the square, there were constant explosions, strong winds were raging, and the aftermath was rolling out.
The two fought fiercely and were inseparable.
"Mingyu is much stronger than Yang Haoyu, but it's not that easy to defeat him." The crowd discussed.
Thousands of people gathered from all sides of the square, watching.
Yang Haoyu became more and more impatient as he fought, but Mingyu still responded calmly, showing no signs of panic.
"Yang Haoyu, you are too weak!" Mingyu said scornfully, looking like he was sure of victory.
"You... how dare you look down on me!" Yang Haoyu was furious, and his murderous intent became even more intense.
"If you can beat me, I will lose." Mingyu smiled proudly, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
"Asshole!" Yang Haoyu cursed angrily, and the true energy surged from his body, suppressing Mingyu crazily.
"Buzz-"
"Boom!"
Two terrifying energy ripples spread crazily, causing the surrounding disciples to get out of the way, creating a commotion.
"puff!"
After a brief stalemate, Yang Haoyu spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backwards, with scarlet blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Mingyu stood there, motionless.
"Senior Brother Yang!" the disciples shouted.
"Ahem..."
Yang Haoyu coughed violently, and wisps of bright red blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
He suffered a loss from the head-on blow just now.
Mingyu, on the other hand, was just out of breath and not hurt at all.
Mingyu slowly raised his head, stared at Yang Haoyu, and said solemnly: "Yang Haoyu, you are defeated!"
"Damn it!" Yang Haoyu shouted, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and pounced on him again, trying to fight for his life.
"That's enough!" At this moment, a majestic and angry voice came from the high platform.
Hearing this voice, Yang Haoyu stopped immediately, not daring to disobey the elder on the high platform.
"Mingyu, Su Yaoyao!"
There were six people in total on the high platform. Except for the high-ranking Elder Wang, they
The five of them are all core disciples of Xuanyang Sect.
The middle-aged man at the front is surprisingly the second-ranked core disciple, Zhao Yunlong!
"Meet Elder Zhao!"
"Meet Elder Zhao!"
All the disciples bowed respectfully.
Zhao Yunlong waved his hand and said, "I called you here today mainly because of the test."
"Test?" All the disciples looked puzzled, obviously not knowing about the so-called test.
"I will select a group of outstanding disciples to enter the inner sect to practice." Zhao Yunlong continued.
"Enter the inner door!" The crowd's expression instantly became excited and extremely excited.
Although the cultivation conditions for inner disciples are excellent, the competition is extremely cruel.
"Elder Zhao, are you saying that we can enter the inner gate?"
"Great! I can finally enter the inner gate to practice!"
"I can not wait any more!"
The crowd was excited, as if they had seen the dawn of entering the inner door, and everyone was gearing up.
Zhao Yunlong said: "The inner sect is the holy place where Xuanyang Sect cultivates core disciples. No matter how arrogant and domineering you are, you must abide by the rules of the inner sect when entering the inner sect. Anyone who dares to break the rules will be expelled from Xuanyang Sect!"
"Disciple, please obey the instructions!" Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Mingyu, I will kill you with my own hands!" Yang Haoyu roared ferociously.
Mingyu sneered: "Yang Haoyu, if you can enter the inner door, don't say anything like this again."
"Asshole!" Yang Haoyu roared angrily.
"Yang Haoyu, I am the champion in this newbie assessment, you will definitely lose."
"We'll see!" Yang Haoyu glared at Mingyu fiercely, and then left angrily with a group of people.
"Hmph! Yang Haoyu, you talk too much nonsense." Mingyu sneered disdainfully.
Not long after Yang Haoyu left, a young man came to the square. This man was Liu Yixuan.
"Huh? Junior brother Mingyu is still alive?" Liu Yixuan raised his eyebrows, quite surprised.
Liu Yixuan is at the pinnacle of the Samsung True Martial Realm, Yang Haoyu's cousin, and Yang Haoyu's most loyal pursuer.
During his training abroad, Liu Yixuan once saved Mingyu's life.
From that moment on, Mingyu decided to make friends with Liu Yixuan.
"Mingyu, I heard that your talent is very high and you are a genius in cultivation. Is this true?" Liu Yixuan asked with a calm smile, with a hint of coldness hidden in the depths of his eyes.
Mingyu glanced at Liu Yixuan lightly and said with a smile: "Haven't you heard everything? How could I, Mingyu, have a false reputation?"
"Haha!" Liu Yixuan shook his head and smiled, and said: "Junior brother Mingyu, you have now broken through to the ninth level of the true martial arts, and are only half a step away from the peak of the true martial arts realm. What a pity..."
