Legend of Yan Wu

"Isn't that an assassin organization?" Han Mo said with a surprised face. Han Mo had also seen some introductions about assassin organizations in books. This kind of organization specializes in killing people for others, so as to obtain the rewards they need, very similar to mercenaries .

"I don't remember most of the previous things. I'm not sure if that person is. You should be careful, don't have any accidents. I haven't recovered yet. Let's talk about it after I absorb the power of black jade." Mystery After saying that, his figure disappeared into Han Mo's sea of ​​consciousness.

With the disappearance of the mysterious man, Han Mo also withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness, slowly waking up.

Looking at the seven people who mingled together, Han Mo looked puzzled, and muttered, "Is the dean also a martial king?" Han Mo didn't know why he said that, and always felt that the dean should be more than that powerful.

"boom!"

Long Tian and Mu Nantian fought fiercely, and the two retreated one after another. Otherwise, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Long Tian had already fallen into a disadvantage.

"Old Mo, I don't care if you come out or not." Long Tian hesitated for a moment, turned around and shouted loudly at the void in the distance. The old guy had been watching for so long, but he still didn't plan to come out. God will be angry.

Hearing this, Mu Nantian looked in Long Tianyao's direction, but what he saw was still nothingness.

"Wuhuang?" Mu Nantian subconsciously flashed a terrifying name in his mind. Although he was not sure, he was still secretly vigilant.

As Long Tian's voice fell, a black shadow in the distance suddenly enlarged rapidly, and in a few blinks of an eye, an old man with wings on his back was flapping and floating in the sky. His domineering appearance made people gasp.

"Wings... Wings? Is this fighting spirit transformed into wings?" Han Mo murmured in horror as he looked at the old man high above the sky. Wings, imagining when he can soar freely in the sky.

"Outsider strong man, why did you break into our Asura Academy without authorization and wounded our students?" Mo Lao looked at Mu Nantian condescendingly and asked, a domineering aura emerged spontaneously.

Looking at Mo Lao who was suspended in the sky, Mu Nantian's face gradually became gloomy, because Mo Lao is really a Martial Emperor strongman, and he is a strong man who has stepped into the Martial Emperor for many years. No hope of winning.

"I came to you just to search for someone, without any malice..."

"This is not the point. Whoever you are looking for has nothing to do with us. First, you have violated the rules of the Asura Academy by trespassing. Second, you have injured so many students in our academy. Since you are only looking for Man, then why do you want to attack the students? You obviously don’t take my Asura Academy seriously.” Mo Lao didn’t wait for Mu Nantian to finish speaking, and said without giving Mu Nantian a chance to explain. The old man has been paying attention, Mu Nantian's explanation now is only because of his strong strength, otherwise, would he still explain?

As if he understood what Mo Lao meant, Mu Nantian shook his head with a wry smile. It seems that there are still strong people here. He glanced at Han Mo who had already woken up, his shoulders trembled, and a pair of dark and shiny black feathers suddenly "poofed!" "It spread out with a sound, and the size of the wings was actually a bit bigger than Mo Lao's.

"Today I will treat it as playing with you, and I will come to visit next time." After Mu Nantian said, he waved his wings and shot straight into the sky like a cannonball. Due to the strong impact of his feet, when Mu Nantian flew up, The ground could not bear such a large impact, and the place where Mu Nantian was standing was deeply sunken.

"Want to leave?" Mo Lao frowned when he saw this, and chased after him with a wave of wings.

At the same time as the two of them moved, three figures chased after them flapping their wings. Seeing the exaggerated expressions of these people, Han Mo opened his mouth and was speechless for a while.

"Is this the unique skill of a strong Martial King? It's really enviable." Han Mo sighed helplessly, wondering when he would be able to possess such a skill.

"King Wu, I can only look up." Han Mo twisted his swollen neck and murmured helplessly.

"Han Mo, look at my elder sister." Long Kong, who was prostrate on the ground, looked at Han Mo talking to himself, and suddenly black lines appeared on his face. What time is this? This guy is still wasting time here.

Han Mo was taken aback when he heard the words, and then realized that the nightshade was injured. He rushed to the nightshade with a stride, stretched out his hand to pinch the pulse of the nightshade, and sighed after a long while. , Turning to look at Long Kong, Han Mo was apologetic, but Long Kong was really injured in comparison.

"Long Kong, I'm really sorry, you will always suffer when you are with me." Han Mo looked at Long Kong and said helplessly, not knowing whether he always caused trouble or Long Kong was too loyal.

Long Kong wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head lightly and said, "You take my elder sister back first, my grandpa will be back soon."

"Solanum nigrum is fine, I just fainted, I'll take you to the infirmary first." Han Mo said with a worried expression.

"I'm fine, I'll recover first." Long Kong said and sat up cross-legged, closed his eyes and entered meditation.

"Han Mo, Han Mo, are you alright?" Zi Yan rushed over menacingly with a long sword in her hand, looked around sharply, then groped Han Mo for a while, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Han Mo was fine. He took a few breaths and asked, "What happened?"

"It's okay, why are you here?" Han Mo asked suspiciously.

"I saw that the people from the Longshanghui and the medicine hall were dispatched, so I knew something must have happened." Zi Yan turned her head to look at Longkong, with a worried expression on her face, "How about Longkong and Solanum nigrum? "

"It's fine for the time being. You can't rush around like this in the future. What if there is still danger here." Han Mo said helplessly in his heart. Han Ji and Han Lu must be outside, and Zi Yan must have heard Han Ji say that she was inside. She rushed in, this girl is always so impulsive.

"I heard from Han Ji that you were in danger, but those guys didn't dare to come in. The outside was blocked by the instructor, so I slipped in." Zi Yan looked at Han Mo with a hint of anger, feeling aggrieved Said.

Seeing this, Han Mo's heart trembled, and he sighed, "Forget it, it's okay, you have to be more careful in the future, don't rush forward if it's dangerous, I can handle it by myself."

Listening to Han Mo's words, Zi Yan thought that Han Mo was separating herself from her again, so she nodded weakly, and quietly stood beside Han Mo and stopped talking.

Long Tian really turned back as Long Kong said. He glanced at Han Mo and went straight to Solanum nigrum. Solanum nigrum actually slowly woke up.

"Grandpa." Solanum nigrum looked at the old man in front of him and called softly. After rubbing his swollen head, he suddenly remembered something, and murmured, "Where is Han Mo, how is Han Mo?" Looking at himself, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You're fine."