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Mo Zhiyu kicked his feet on the ground, his feet off the ground, and kicked in the chest of a young man who rushed up, kicking the person away, and at the same time, his body flipped up, and his free elbow slammed backwards, smashing into the head of the person behind him, and he immediately got out.

However, this position has been exposed for too long, and the others have already besieged it. Mo Zhiyu threw up the black cloth bag that bound the knife, knocked down the person behind him first, pulled the rope back to pull the black cloth bag back, held a pair of scabbards through the cloth bag with his left hand and pressed them to his waist, and pulled the rope that sealed the bag with his right hand and grabbed a knife.

The moment he held the hilt of the sword, he immediately felt the difference, as if he had returned to the days of a long time ago, the days when he depended on the sword, so his whole person had to be sharpened, like a dusty sword ready to be released!

The teenagers were immediately frightened, and they only surrounded him and did not dare to enter.

"Mo Zhiyu, you kid hurry up with a knife!" The sturdy young man rushed from behind the crowd with his stomach covered, and this roar suddenly involved the pain on his nose, "hissed" painfully, and continued to point at Mo Zhiyu and shout, "If you dare to cut people with a knife, your special immunity before the trial will be revoked, and you will be locked up in the dark room of the Criminal Department until you are eighteen years old!" ”

Mo Zhiyu clenched the knife in his hand and glared at him, staring at the group of people behind him, staring bloodshot from the corners of his eyes, covering the whites of his eyes. The distant picture that I don't want to think of in my mind, the faces of the long ago seem to overlap with these arrogant and domineering teenagers, those people are humane and sanctimonious, those people are righteous and awe-inspiring, and those people condemn him as "alien race", so he is heinous.

In those fateful days, it was common to be chased and intercepted like this, but at that time he had a sword, and he was fearless if he had a sword!

And now, he has a knife!

The sturdy young man was a little timid when he saw Mo Zhiyu like this, but he brought so many people to teach this kid a lesson, can't he just forget it, where will he put his face? I don't think this kid dares to use a knife!

He snatched a stick from the person next to him and walked towards Mo Zhiyu, shouting at the same time: "Let's go together, this kid doesn't have that guts!" ”

The sturdy boy swung his stick at Mo Zhiyu, and the stick was about to smash down, and then suddenly "swooped" and broke into two.

Mo Zhiyu pulled out the knife, he just dared to draw the knife!

The knife cut off the wooden stick and slashed straight at the arrogant young man's neck, and he watched the young man turn pale with fright, and his eyes forgot to close with fright. He smiled mockingly, and the knife in his hand changed his grip at the moment when it was about to slash the young man's neck, and the back of the knife suddenly pulled into the young man's face, causing the young man to stagger, and there was a hot red mark on his face.

Before the young man could react, Mo Zhiyu waved the knife in his hand and pulled it at him like a rattan, making him scream in pain.

"Sure enough, there is too little homework, so there are so many boring moths." Mo Zhi beat people happily, only said that he was not allowed to cut people, but he did not say that he was not allowed to beat people.

The surrounding teenagers slowed down for a few seconds before they realized what was going on, and they rushed up again. Mo Zhiyu knocked the sturdy boy to the ground with another knife, and then beckoned to the other teenagers with the knife in his hand. With a knife in his hand, his skills are more flexible, shuttling between the teenagers, and the knife in his hand "swished", leaving a brilliant flower on the faces of the teenagers.

After a while, it was a teenager all over the ground, rolling all over the ground.

After solving the miscellaneous fish, Mo Zhiyu turned back to look at the sturdy young man who was in the lead, but saw that he didn't care about his own people in the same place, and planned to climb his legs and slip away, so he threw out the knife in his hand.

With a "bang", the saber flew past the young man's face, and the "dang" plunged into the stone floor beside him.

The sturdy young man was immediately frightened and his legs weakened, and he collapsed to the ground, looking at Mo Zhiyu tremblingly.

Mo Zhiyu walked over slowly, thrust the black cloth pocket in his hand into the ground, stretched out his free hands and grabbed the young man's clothes, looked at him condescendingly, and grinned: "Young man, tell me now, what I am about to do to you is not the most cruel." ”

"No......" The young man was just about to speak, but he was beaten with a fist and looked confused. Mo Zhiyu didn't want to listen to his nonsense at all, and hammered him in the face with a fist, this vicious appearance, even the people around him who came back to watch the excitement were frightened and silenced, and there was only the sound of "popping" in the big square.

When he beat his subordinates to a point where they were not human, Mo Zhiyu was a little relieved, grabbed Wulai's collar and pulled him up again, and asked with a sneer: "Young man, do you think it's fun to bully people now?" ”

The sturdy young man had already become a young man with a blue nose and swollen face at this time, and he couldn't hear anything clearly, and his mouth was only vague by instinct: "What...... What ......"

"It's not fun enough." Mo Zhiyu was expressionless as he spoke, and raised his hand again.

At this moment, Mo Zhiyu suddenly let go of his hand, copied the knife and black cloth pocket beside him, and crossed diagonally to a block.

"Dang!"

It seemed to have collided with some heavy object, and the force was not small, and it shook him so much that he flew out. Mo Zhiyu relied on his combat experience to straighten his body in the air, turned over lightly and unloaded, and fell back to the ground, but he was still pushed back three steps by this force.

Mo Zhiyu tried his best to clench his somewhat numb hand, and when he looked up, he saw a young man with a sword wearing the uniform of a disciple of Heavenly Sword Mountain was also glaring at him with hostility, the young man's collar emblem and belt buckle were made of silver, and it seemed that he was an inner disciple.

Before Mo Zhiyu could speak, the young man had already shouted loudly: "The point of learning from the same door is about to stop, why should this junior brother be so vicious?" ”

"It's Wumeng, that genius!"

"Did he pass the trial again? Look, they're all going to the inner door. ”

"I heard that he still has to participate in the trial, and if he passes one more, will the Great Elder accept him as a personal disciple?!"

The people around him immediately started talking. And the seriously injured young man with a blue nose and swollen face saw this inner disciple, and suddenly seemed to see a life-saving straw, and he struggled to crawl over, hugged his legs, and wailed in pain: "Brother Wumeng, you have to be the master for us." Look at what this kid has done to bullied us without family? Wow woo woo! ”

Mo Zhiyu looked at the young man, and the voice of the system immediately sounded in his head: "Warning! The goal is the Great Perfection of the Dingyuan Realm, exceeding the upper limit level of martial arts, it is recommended not to fight! ”

The stage that Mo Zhiyu is in now is the "Condensation Yuan Period" before the condensation of Yuan Force, and the "Dingyuan Realm" is the first great realm after obtaining Yuan Force. However, his fierce and ruthless temperament was now struck, and he didn't care about this at all, and smiled coldly: "Is this senior brother here to administer justice?" What a coincidence. ”

Wumeng helped the young man on the ground up, handed it to the people around him, then looked at Mo Zhiyu, pressed the hilt of the sword on his waist, and said, "Treat me like this without a family, I also want to see what kind of justice this junior brother is, report his name!" ”

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