Holding the pitiful rabbit in his arms, Yang Mu relied on the identity of the elder in this body and used the imperial sword to fly indiscriminately in the school.

After all, it hasn't been a long time since I mastered the flying technique of Yujian, and Yang Mu didn't dare to fly too high. I was afraid that if he fell to himself, that would be strange.

In the air some distance from the ground, Yang Mu's flight speed is getting faster and faster. The poor rabbit closed a pair of dark eyes, its front paws were on Yang Mu's front, a pair of pinkish ears passed under the strong wind and then slumped beside his little head.

Even though the rabbit is wise, it hasn't even reached the Nedan period yet. Faced with this high-altitude flight, he was caught in the hands of abominable human beings, and the rabbit shrank in Yang Mu's arms, trembling.

Feeling the trembling of the rabbit in his arms, Yang Mu slowed down his speed. He forgot that the rabbit had not reached the Nedan period. Don't be the time when this orc has not been killed by other humans, he was first scared to death by himself.

Yang Mu slowed down and stood steadily on the flat ground. He raised his head and looked around, surrounded by rolling hills, straight into the sky, the verdant piece of clouds shrouded in the faint fog, quite the smell of a fairyland on earth.

Looking down...

Ah! Good guy! Underneath is a dark abyss, and there is no bottom. The bottom of the cliff seems to have a mysterious species with open teeth and claws.

But that's only for ordinary people, and for cultivators like Yang Mu, as long as they don't fall through the whole body, they can climb up alive.

Tightening the rabbit in his arms, Yang Mu noticed that there was a group of people not far in front of him, looking at him as if he were a child of a martial art. They stood there straight, and the sounds of giggles and laughter reached Yang Mu's ears.

Yang Mu suddenly remembered that year, the older qualified disciples in the school were sent to review and observe them. This is also the way to stand beside and laugh, and from time to time also looked at the new people who tried to participate in the school's assessment with disdain.

Thinking of this, Yang Mu walked past with a blank expression.

"What's so funny? Tell me about it?" When Yang Mu just walked over, he heard several disciples laughing at the newcomer's funny look to climb up the mountain.

"No... nothing." These disciples who just smiled hippie suddenly heard a voice in their ears. After seeing Yang Mu, they changed their faces one after another, and hurriedly bowed their heads in a respectful look.

While dropping their heads, they also saw the orc in Yang Mu's hands that he had never seen beside him.

It is estimated from which disciple that the orc was robbed... There are many of these people who were robbed of the orc by the elder Yang before. At this time, when he saw the rabbit in Yang Mu's hand, he remembered that he had been taken away. The orc, in Yang Mu's heart, couldn't help but complain.

"This is evaluating these newcomers?" Yang Mu asked lightly.

"Yes." A leading disciple below bent over and answered respectfully.

Every year, the appraisal of the newcomers at the Yu'an Party is to allow this group of ten to fifteen-year-olds to climb from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the Yu'an School. Eliminate.

In the assessment process, self-harming is allowed. So every year the evaluation of newcomers kills many people...

Yang Mu's eyes rolled around and looked at some dense figures under the mountain, which looked like at least 400 people. "When did they start?"

"Elder Yang, not long ago."

"Got it." Yang Mu's thoughts moved, a flying sword appeared at his feet, and then flew to the foot of the mountain against the wind. Ink hair dances with the wind, graceful and chic.

Seeing Yang Mu Yujian flying away, the disciples standing behind Yang Mu knew that Yang Mu wanted to observe the new people in person. The flying sword that Yang Mu looked at, the disciples' eyes could not help but flash a trace of envy and some jealousy.

They...when...can they also be qualified to fly with swords in the martial arts?

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Yang Mu stepped on his sword in the wind, hiding his figure in the air. He stood on the sword and looked down on the hillside as a group of teenagers tilted their buttocks and climbed exhaustedly.

This hillside is long and steep, and it is very difficult and dangerous to climb up.

For the cultivators of the Yu'an School at the top of the mountain, flying up and down the mountain only requires Yu Jian to fly. But for this group of young people who have no practice and are weak and weak, going up the mountain is very difficult.

In a short period of time, there were nearly 400 people on the hillside, but now there are less than 200 people. They are now in the middle of the hillside. For them, the real difficulties are just beginning.

The hill climbs steeper up the hill, and there may be some more juvenile teenagers who will trip other teenagers. I didn't climb easily and scored a trace of mental power to prevent others from injuring myself...

When these teenagers climbed some distance again, and their number was only more than one hundred, Yang Mu suddenly saw a teenager in cyan clothes with a slight body close to the white teenager next to him .

The Tsing Yi teenager raised a hand and slammed toward the white teenager.

When Yang Mu thought that the boy in white would be pushed down the hillside fiercely, the boy in white moved. He grabbed the arm of the Tsing Yi teenager at a rapid rate and raised his head. A sneer appeared on the pale face of the Tsing Yi teenager.

In the stunned expression of the youth in Tsing Yi, the arm of the youth in white was hard, and only a scream was heard in this world. The youth in Tsing Yi fell into the hillside and disappeared. I don't know if it's dead or alive.

The white man's agile attitude and cold attitude made Yang Mu slightly stunned.

The young people around heard the screams and looked towards the white clothes. The white clothes raised their heads and looked around for a week. The young people quickly lowered their heads back and climbed the mountain silently.

Faced with this "heart-to-heart" young man in white, the originally cautious teenagers also dispelled these thoughts and turned their targets to others.

Yang Mu looked at the back of the young boy in white, his thin waist, smooth lines, and the hips on his slender and sturdy legs lifted slightly. Even if his body was wrapped in white, he couldn't hide the good figure of this teenager.

If you grow up a little, you must be tall and slender, with a wide shoulder and a narrow waist. It is a good figure that can give people an infinite sense of security.

As Yang Mu sighed, and was about to look at the others again, the young man in white seemed to feel something. He turned around suddenly, and his pupils with a cold look looked in the direction of Yang Mu.

Yang Muqing clearly saw the face of the boy in white, then he swallowed.

Two words appeared in the brain-"Tear"...

The boy in white had black hair tied behind his head, and a few strands hung down beside his ears, gently blowing with the breeze. Sword eyebrows into the temples, a pair of star-eyed ghosts cold, thin lips slightly pursed. Although Junjun still has some immature faces, he can already vaguely see the glorious future.

This person Yang Mu can't be more familiar with it. Isn't this young man in white the reduced version of Shi Dixuan?

Reminiscing before when Shi Dixuan was pulling the Tsing Yi teenager who wanted to insult him to the bottom of the mountain, he did not see any hesitation. Yang Mu pursed her lips and increased her skill to hide her figure.

Shi Dixuan's current skill is not enough, but Yang Mu, under the offensive of his cold eyes, has a feeling that he has been completely seen through.

Seeing this young version of Shi Dixuan, Yang Mu no longer has the desire to observe other disciples. He returned to his hut in a hurry, and put the rabbit on the bed, a little flustered.

He released the pony in the beast's bag. The pony was still in a state of languishment. Yang Mu now looked at the pony's heart and suddenly there was a word in his heart-"excessive desire."

At first glance, Nima looked like she was being asked for too much! rub! When he thought that his body might drink Jingye from the Orcs, Yang Mu had a desire to vomit, and at the same time, there was an egg of worry in his heart.

This is miserable, and this little horse doesn't know the few orcs that Elder Yang has used. Maybe some orcs were exhausted before.

If this was known by Shi Dixuan... Yang Mu thought about his end, and then shivered fiercely.

The corpse of this school in the last life is still vivid in the wild. A slight sweet scent has appeared in the air. Yang Mu touched his chin and thought, "Why don't he strike first to be strong?" Dixuan?

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