"Oh, I don't think so."
The pretty girl on the side spoke. She looked at Mu Yu with stars in her eyes and said, "He is a disciple of the Wuliang Sect. His cultivation is bound to reach the sky. How could he lose to your elder brother?"
She is Zhuang Qin, the daughter of Zhuang Zhuo. She has loved listening to stories about heroic practitioners since she was a child. In the stories, they all come from large sects and like to perform heroic acts of justice and slay demons.
Therefore, since she was a child, she has been admiring these cultivators of the Feitian Escape Sect.
"Miss, how can you speak for outsiders?" One of the warriors said helplessly.
"Why is it that your eldest brother has never been willing to teach me how to practice cultivation, yet I insist on speaking for outsiders." Zhuang Qin pouted and said a little arrogantly.
Jiang He stood there, raised his hands in a hand gesture, and the spiritual energy around him began to gather on him.
"It turns out he is also a Spirit Gathering Realm monk. No wonder he is so confident."
Mu Yu knew that the vast majority of people in this world were mortals, and they only practiced mortal martial arts. Only a few lucky ones had the talent to become practitioners.
The next moment, Jiang He's palm hit Mu Yu violently, but under the observation of Mu Yu's eye of time, the movement became extremely slow.
Just when Jiang He's palm was about to hit Mu Yu's body, Mu Yu's hand wrapped around Jiang He's palm like a tight iron hoop, preventing him from moving.
"this… "
At this moment, Jiang He realized that the gap between him and Mu Yu was so huge. He had just made rude remarks and looked down on others.
The warriors discussed before were also stunned and couldn't believe it.
Zhuang Qin's face was flushed, and her beautiful eyes were staring at Mu Yu closely, with a look of admiration for Mu Yu.
Mu Yu's hand pushed gently, and Jiang He's body quickly retreated, taking more than ten steps before he stopped.
Jiang He quickly clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your mercy, little brother. I was careless and offended you just now. Jiang hereby apologizes to you."
Mu Yu waved his hand and said, "In that case, can we get on the road?"
"Yes Yes Yes."
Zhuang Zhuo quickly replied, for such a young man with good cultivation, he must have a good relationship.
Qiu Yuming returned to Wuliang Sect.
Mu Yu followed the caravan to Donghua City. Because of his distinguished status, Zhuang Zhuo specially arranged for him to sit in a carriage.
Mu Yu was also happy that he could practice in peace and quiet on the carriage, so he naturally accepted it without hesitation.
But soon, he regretted it.
He had been practicing for less than an hour when Zhuang Qin actually got on his carriage.
Then... he can no longer practice cultivation...
"Brother Mu, can you teach me how to practice?"
“…”
"Brother Mu, how did you practice? You are young and your cultivation is so high. That big-headed devil Jiang He can't even take one of your moves."
“…”
"Brother Mu, can you tell me the story of your cultivators? Is it about slaying demons and grudges?"
“…”
Mu Yu felt that riding in the carriage was a very wrong decision.
It's better to ride a horse. You can enjoy the beautiful scenery passing by alone, without being disturbed, and have fun.
"OK OK."
Mu Yu finally couldn't bear the question, but after all, she was just a curious little girl, so it was not easy to criticize her harshly, so he said patiently: "I can't teach you to practice. My Wuliang Sect's practice method is without permission. , no external communication is allowed.”
"Why do you practice so fast? Well, maybe it's talent." After all, Mu Yu can't tell her that he is a player. In fact, you are all just NPCs in this world.
"The story of a practitioner? I'm sorry, my practice time is still short. I have neither killed any demons nor am I in a state where I can be happy with my grudges."