Holding the pitiful rabbit in his arms, Yang Mu relied on this body as an elder, and used the imperial sword to fly wantonly in the sect.
After all, it hasn't been a long time since he mastered the flying technique of Yujian, and Yang Mu didn't dare to fly too high, for fear that if he fell to his death, it would be a miracle in the world.
In the air some distance from the ground, Yang Mu was flying faster and faster. The poor rabbit closed its dark eyes, its front paws rested on Yang Mu's front, and its pinkish ears drooped next to its little head under the strong wind.
Although the rabbit has gained spiritual wisdom, after all, he has not even reached the inner alchemy stage. Facing this kind of high-altitude flight and being caught in the hands of hateful humans, the rabbit shivered in Yang Mu's arms.
Feeling the slight tremor of the rabbit in his arms, Yang Mu slowed down his speed. He forgot that this rabbit hadn't reached the inner alchemy stage yet, so don't be scared to death by himself before the beast race is killed by other humans.
Yang Mu slowed down and stood firmly on the flat ground. He raised his head and looked around, surrounded by undulating mountains, straight into the sky, and the greenery was shrouded in a faint mist, which was quite like a fairyland on earth.
looking down...
Ah! Good guy! Below is a dark abyss, bottomless, and there seems to be a mysterious species at the bottom of the cliff, as long as it falls, it will be lost forever.
But that's only for ordinary people. For a cultivator like Yang Mu, as long as his body's cultivation doesn't fall off, he can climb up alive.
Tightening the rabbit in his arms, Yang Mu noticed a group of people not far in front of him, who looked like they were disciples of the sect. They were standing there straight, and their giggling and laughing voices reached Yang Mu's ears.
Yang Mu suddenly remembered that year, when the older disciples in the sect were sent to examine and observe them, they also stood by and laughed like this, and from time to time looked at the newcomers who worked hard to participate in the sect assessment with disdain.
Thinking of this, Yang Mu quietly walked over with a blank expression.
"What's so funny? Tell me about it?" When Yang Mu just walked over, he heard a few disciples laughing at the ridiculous appearance of the newcomers below for climbing up the mountain.
"No...it's nothing." A voice suddenly sounded in the ears of these disciples who had just smiled. After seeing Yang Mu, they all changed their faces, and hurriedly lowered their heads, looking respectful.
While lowering their heads, they also saw the orc in Yang Mu's hands that had never been seen around him.
It is estimated that the orc clan was snatched from the hands of some disciple... Among these people, the orc clan was snatched by Elder Yang before. As an orc, he couldn't help feeling a little resentful towards Yang Mu.
"Is this an assessment for these newcomers?" Yang Mu asked lightly.
"Yes." A leading disciple at the bottom bent down and replied respectfully.
Every year, the Yu'an Party's newcomer assessment is to let these teenagers between the ages of ten and fifteen climb from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain where the Yu'an School is located. disuse.
During the assessment process, cannibalism is allowed. So many people die every year in the assessment of newcomers...
Yang Mu rolled his eyes and looked at the dense figures at the bottom of the mountain. It looked like there were at least four hundred people. "When did they start?"
"Returning to Elder Yang, it's not long since we started."
"Understood." With a thought in Yang Mu's mind, a flying sword appeared at his feet, and then flew towards the foot of the mountain against the wind. The ink hair dances with the wind, personable and unrestrained.
When the disciples standing behind Yang Mu saw Yang Mu Yujian flying away, they knew that Yang Mu wanted to observe those newcomers in person. As soon as they saw Yang Mu's flying sword, those disciples couldn't help flashing a trace of envy and jealousy in their eyes.
When... will they be qualified to fly with swords in the sect
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Riding on the wind and stepping on the sword, Yang Mu hid his figure in mid-air. He stood on the sword, looking down at a group of teenagers on the hillside with their buttocks up, climbing up exhausted.
This hillside is long and steep, and it is very difficult and dangerous to climb up.
For the practitioners of the Yu'an sect on the top of the mountain, all they need to do is fly with a sword to go up and down the mountain. But for this group of weak and feeble youngsters, going up the mountain is very difficult.
In a short period of time, there were less than 200 people left on the hillside that used to have nearly 400 people. They are now in the middle of the hillside, and for them, the real difficulties are just beginning.
As the hill climbs higher and higher, the mountain becomes steeper, and there may be some youngsters with more minds who will trip up other teenagers. Climbing up is not easy, and you have to spend a little bit of mental strength to prevent others from plotting against you...
Just when these teenagers climbed up for a certain distance, and there were only more than a hundred of them left, Yang Mu suddenly saw a boy in blue clothes slightly approaching the boy in white beside him. .
The young man in green raised his hand and pushed it towards the young man in white.
Just when Yang Mu thought that the boy in white would be pushed down the hill, the boy in white moved. He grabbed the arm of the young man in green with great speed, and raised his head, a sneer appeared on the slightly pale face of the young man in white.
Under the astonished expression of the young man in Tsing Yi, the young man in white slammed his arm hard, only to hear a scream echoing in the world, and the young man in Tsing Yi fell into the hillside and disappeared. Whether it is dead or alive, I don't know.
Yang Mu was slightly taken aback by the young man in white with his quick hands and indifferent attitude.
When the surrounding teenagers heard the scream, they all looked towards the boy in white. The boy in white raised his head and looked around coldly for a week. Those boys quickly lowered their heads and climbed the mountain silently.
Facing this 'ruthless' young man in white, the young men who were originally cautious also dispelled these thoughts one after another, and turned their targets to other people.
Yang Mu looked at the back of the young man in white, with a thin waist and smooth lines, and a pair of slender and strong legs with slightly raised buttocks. Even though his body was wrapped in white clothes, it couldn't conceal the boy's good figure.
When you grow up a bit, you must be tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a thin waist. It is a good figure that can give people an infinite sense of security.
Just when Yang Mu was sighing in his heart, and was about to look at other people again, the white-clothed boy seemed to sense something, turned his head suddenly, and looked in Yang Mu's direction with his pupils full of ice-cold expressions.
Yang Mu saw the whole face of the boy in white clearly, and then he swallowed.
Two words appeared in my mind - "tear by hand"...
The boy in white had his black hair tied behind his head, with a few strands hanging slightly by his ears, fluttering gently with the breeze. Sword eyebrows were drawn into the temples, a pair of starry eyes were deep and cold, and thin lips were slightly pursed. Although there is still a little immature on his handsome face, he can already vaguely see the dazzling appearance of the future.
Yang Mu is very familiar with this person, isn't this boy in white a shrunken version of Shi Dixuan
Recalling that before, when Di Xuan was dragging the young man in green who wanted to assassinate him down the mountain, he didn't seem to hesitate at all. Yang Mu pursed her lips and increased her skill to hide her figure.
Shi Dixuan's current skill is only mediocre, but under the attack of his cold eyes, Yang Mu has a feeling that he has been completely seen through.
Seeing this boyish version of Shi Dixuan, Yang Mu no longer had the desire to continue observing other disciples. He hurried back to his little room with Yu Jian, put the rabbit on the bed, quite flustered.
He released the pony from the harness bag, and the pony was still looking sluggish. Looking at the pony now, Yang Mu suddenly had a word in his mind - "Excessive indulgence."
This Nima looks like she is being asked too much! wipe! Thinking that his body might have drank the semen of the orcs, Yang Mu felt a desire to vomit, and at the same time, there was a balls of worry in his heart.
This is miserable, this pony is not sure how many orcs Elder Yang has used. Maybe some orcs have been exhausted and died before.
If Shi Dixuan knew about this... Yang Mu thought about his end, then shuddered fiercely.
The corpses of this sect in his previous life were all over the field, and there was a faint sweet fragrance in the air. Yang Mu stroked his chin, thinking: How about he strike first? Go kill Shi Dixuan first