"Liuyun Sword?! Are you a disciple of Liuyun Academy?!"

"Stop, no!"

After learning the identity of the young man, Xueshou Moya screamed.

"Stop when you say stop?!"

The noble prince sneered, and then slashed out two sword energy in succession, forcing the cliff to fall back again and again.

Plop!

As Mo Ya screamed, your master's sword energy left a long wound on Mo Ya's right arm, and blood flowed out.

At this time, the noble master just calmed down and said proudly: "This time I will teach you a lesson. If it happens again, you will die! Remember, I can't change my name, but I can't change my surname. Ye Lingyun of Liuyun Academy is just a mere introduction.

Rogue cultivators dare to clamor for Liuyun Academy!"

"Tsk tsk tsk?"

"It turns out that he is a disciple of Liuyun Academy. No wonder he has such strength and pity this bloody-handed Moya. He is really looking for abuse!"

Xu Mu was stunned, then shook his head and smiled calmly.

Tianyuan Realm is divided into two realms. There are five equally famous holy places for cultivation in both realms. Xu Mu's Zhulu Academy and Ye Lingyun's Liuyun Academy are both in this category.

However, Liuyun Academy and the Ancient Holy Academy are in the same Hongyu area, and their reputation is still weaker than that of the Ancient Holy Academy. Therefore, many people do not know the existence of Liuyun Academy, but even so, the strength of Liuyun Academy is still not as good as others.

Small sects and small sects can compare.

"you..."

Being scolded by a boy who was only seventeen or eighteen years old in front of everyone, Nan Nian made Mo Ya a little embarrassed. His face instantly darkened, with green and white alternating, but if he was made to attack Ye Lingyun, he was really just kidding.

Don't dare.

Not to mention whether he could defeat Ye Lingyun, even if he could, it would be easy for the academy behind Ye Lingyun to deal with him as a casual cultivator, so he could not be an enemy of Ye Lingyun no matter what the reason was.

"What are you looking at, you brat? Was it you who was shaking your head and laughing at me just now? I can't afford to offend the ancestors of Liuyun Academy. How could I, a brat like you, still be afraid?!"

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Moya struck Xu Mu with a devastating blow.

Since you lost face with Ye Lingyun, let's get it back with Xu Mu.

Seeing this, Xu Mu couldn't help but sneer, and then his eyes turned cold, looking at Mo Ya's palm, motionless.

"Go to hell, you brat!"

A cold smile flashed across Mo Ya's mouth!

"It's over. I'm afraid this kid is scared out of his wits."

One of the three ghosts of Yinshan shook his head and said.

At this moment, a sword light suddenly shot out, and the silver-white sword energy streaked across the sky, faster and sharper than Ye Lingyun's sword energy just now.

Plop!

The sword light flashed by, followed by the shrill scream of Mo Ya.

"Ah, my hand!"

Mo Ya retreated in pain, and at this moment his left arm was gone.

What a fast sword, what a ruthless method.

Everyone else in the courtyard was trembling. They all looked at Xu Mu solemnly, secretly glad that they were not on the opposite side of him.

A boy who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old actually cut off Mo Ya's arm with one sword. You must know that even if the three ghosts of Yinshan join forces to cut off Mo Ya's arm, it will not be easy.

"Who are you? Who are you?"

Moya's eyes were red, and he was roaring like crazy.

"Zhulu Academy, Xu Mu!"

"If you want revenge, you can go to Zhulu Academy to find me, but now, disappear from my eyes immediately!"

Xu Mu shouted sharply.

"What? Zhulu Academy!"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

If the Ancient Holy Academy is the strongest in the flood realm, then Zhulu Academy is the strongest in the wilderness.

As soon as these words came out, even an existence as proud as Ye Lingyun calmed down. Although they were both in the fifth academy, the foundation of Zhulu Academy was far superior to that of Liuyun Academy.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

"Zhulu Academy?"

Mo Ya smiled miserably.

For him, Zhulu Academy is an elusive existence. In his life, it can be said that Zhulu Academy has made him successful, or it can be said that Zhulu Academy has ruined him.

His original intention of practicing was to join Zhulu Academy. However, his talent was limited and he was rejected by Zhulu Academy every time. In this way, he turned his grief and anger into strength and became the bloody hand he is today. But today, he was easily rejected by the disciples of Zhulu Academy.

defeated.

Mo Ya picked up his severed hand, rushed out of the Lin family courtyard and disappeared.

"Academy?!"

In the courtyard, the second elder's eyes were wandering and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Hahaha!"

"Sure enough, a hero is born from a boy. It turns out that both of them are academy disciples. How disrespectful!"

The gray-haired old man first clasped his fists and said politely.

Then several other people also stood up and clasped their fists.

Xu Mu smiled slightly, returned the greeting, and sat down.

"I didn't expect that there would be academy elites on this mission. This way, we don't have to worry about accidents."

"Okay, let's set off now."

Lin Chuan laughed.

Everyone nodded and followed Lin Chuan out of Lin's house.

Outside, the Lin family was ready.

A carriage, dozens of Lin family guards, and more than a dozen bloody horses.

"On this carriage is my eldest daughter, the Lin family."

Lin Chuan Road.

Everyone nodded and rode on the sweaty horses. Lin Chuan shouted "Let's go", dozens of sweaty horses made a "rumbling" sound, and the group headed towards Sunset Mountain.

Lin Chuan was traveling together.

Yuekong City is more than ten days' journey from Sunset Mountain.

Everyone traveled during the day and rested at night.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

These three days were very peaceful, because being close to Sunset Mountain is the most dangerous.

Because it is close to Sunset Mountain and the terrain is desolate, there are all kinds of bandits, horse thieves, etc. lurking there.

late at night.

Xu Mu sat cross-legged in a temporary tent, meditating.

"ah!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream sounded, which seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet night.

Whoosh!

Xu Mu opened his eyes instantly and rushed out like a gust of wind.

Swish! Swish!...

Obviously, not only him, but others were also alarmed and rushed towards the source of the sound.

It was a huge tent, and Miss Lin's carriage was parked here.

Xu Mu, the Three Ghosts of Yinshan, Ye Lingyun and others arrived almost at the same time.

Outside the tent, a figure fell there.

It turned out to be the old man with gray hair, but at this time, his heart was pierced by a short gun and he no longer had any breath.

Everyone frowned.
To be continued...