Observing Wanfa from the martial arts school servants

Chapter 130 Robbery

Perhaps it was because Xiaoxiao's perception skills were becoming more and more agile, but Yanniang's attitude towards Lin Mu improved.

Sometimes he would offer guidance on literature, and sometimes he would praise him.

She even specifically reminded him at dusk, "I know you are a retainer of the Quan family."

"However, the Xuanmen has borrowed twelve Core Formation experts from Yunzhou Prefecture, who should arrive in Qingzhou Prefecture by midnight tonight. Be careful when going out recently."

Lin Mu nodded gratefully.

Then, at midnight, they put on their night clothes, covered their faces, and lay in ambush on a small hillside on the only road from Yunzhou Prefecture to Qingzhou Prefecture.

He and the Xuanmen sect were locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Since that's the case, let's strike first.

child time.

On the official road leading from Yunzhou Prefecture to Qingzhou Prefecture, twelve dark blue figures swept past silently like night owls.

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The seven demonic eyes embroidered on the robe gleamed with a cold, dark golden luster under the moonlight.

The tallest Dan-level cultivator in the group suddenly stopped at the fork in the road and made a hand gesture.

The ten Core Formation cultivators stopped simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized.

He gestured with his chin toward the two people at the back of the line, his voice extremely low.

"Sun Qi, Zhao Wu."

"Go to the Liu family's private school and bring that teacher back."

"I want to see what kind of magic this Liu Zongqing has that makes him dare to oppose the Xuanmen sect."

The two men clasped their hands in acceptance of the order, turned and left the main group, their figures disappearing into the night on the other side of the fork in the road in a few flashes.

Lin Mu lay hidden behind a clump of bushes on the hillside and saw the whole scene clearly.

The ten Core Formation cultivators continued their rapid advance towards the Zou family's location, while Sun Qi and Zhao Wu headed towards the main road of Qingzhou Prefecture.

He couldn't defeat twelve Core Formation cultivators, but he was confident he could defeat two.

I just learned the Insight Technique, so I'll use them to practice.

Sun Qi and Zhao Wu concealed themselves as they went, deliberately choosing shadowy alleyways and dead corners on rooftops. They were very familiar with the area, clearly not doing this kind of thing for the first time in Qingzhou Prefecture.

The two climbed over a low wall and landed in a very simple, quiet, and inconspicuous courtyard. A moment later, they climbed out of the courtyard wall carrying a burlap sack.

The sack was moving, and a very muffled, indistinct, and extremely weak whimpering sound came from inside.

Sun Qi tilted the sack upwards.

"This old thing is quite heavy."

"You're an old man, yet you still keep causing trouble. You almost broke my calf."

Zhao Wu didn't even turn his head.

"Stop talking nonsense and get going."

"If the boss gets impatient, you'll have to bear with it."

The two men carried the sacks and sped towards the back of the Zou family's mountain.

Lin Mu followed far behind, his Golden Wings Technique drawing a faint, dark golden arc in the night, always maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far from the two.

When they were about one hill away from the back of the Zou family's mountain, Lin Mu activated the two dew-covered cocoons on the soles of his feet, pushed his Golden Wings Technique to its limit, and swooped down from the ridge, leaving an extremely bright and sharp golden arc in the night sky. He landed in front of Sun Qi and Zhao Wu, blocking their path.

Sun Qi pushed the sack into Zhao Wu's arms, looked Lin Mu up and down, and then looked behind him.

Seeing that he was alone and only at the Transformation Realm, a smile slowly spread across his face.

"A mere Transformation Realm cultivator trying to intercept two Core Formation Realm cultivators? This is like lighting a lamp in a toilet—courting death."

He turned his head and gestured with his chin towards Zhao Wu.

"Go and take care of him, quickly and decisively."

Zhao Wu placed the sack behind a rock by the roadside and patted the dust off his hands.

He slammed his left foot into the ground and lunged forward like a hawk swooping down on its prey.

With his right hand, his five fingers slightly bent into a claw, the bluish-white blades at his fingertips left five extremely faint, fine, and sharp scratches in the air, aiming straight for Lin Mu's throat.

Hunting Windclaw.

Lin Mu activated his Insight Technique, and the world suddenly fell silent.

The five air blades of the Wind Claw were broken down into extremely clear, distinct, and slow trajectories.

The first attack targets the throat directly;

The second line blocked the left retreat route;

The third and fourth cuts intersected and tore towards the right shoulder;

The fifth one is hidden at the very bottom, and you lift it up from the bottom.

He sidestepped the first obstacle, ducked to avoid the second, and used his Wind Step to propel himself backward. The third and fourth obstacles grazed his shoulders, neatly shearing off a branch from the bushes behind him.

When the fifth blade reached him, he touched the ground with his right foot, lifting himself three feet upwards, the blade grazing his feet.

Sun Qi's eyes narrowed, and before Lin Mu could land, he pushed his Iron Arm Skill to its limit, his right arm sweeping out like an iron pillar.

The black iron sheen on his arm bone shone with an extremely deep, dull, and oppressive dark light in the night.

Lin Mu crossed his arms to block, his iron arm slamming into his forearm, producing a dull, violent, and ear-piercing sound of metal clashing. He was shaken so badly that he staggered back several steps, his hand going numb.

Sun Qi grinned.

"With that little strength, you dare to try and block the road?"

The second punch from the Iron Arm Kung Fu followed immediately.

Lin Mu blocked again, retreating several steps, his heel crushing a rock.

Zhao Wu's Wind Claw tore in from the side, and five blades of energy blocked all escape routes.

Lin Mu pushed his Golden Wings Technique to its limit, his figure passing through the gaps in the air blades, dodging and weaving between the claw shadows and the iron arms.

The Insight Technique broke down both of their attacks into extremely clear, distinct, and slow trajectories.

He was waiting, waiting for a moment when the two of them would have a gap in their coordination.

After each full-force swing of the Wind Claw, Zhao Wu's right shoulder would unconsciously sink half an inch—that was the instinctive reaction of his muscles when the air blade was condensing.

The farther the air blade was from his fingertips, the faster the extremely thin blue vein in his shoulder throbbed.

Although Sun Qi's iron arm was heavy and thick, after each sweep, it took him a moment to shift his weight from his right foot back to his left foot.

Lin Mu sidestepped Sun Qi's sweeping iron arm, activated his Golden Wings Technique, and passed under Sun Qi's armpit like a golden streak of light.

Zhao Wu's Wind Claws were tearing in from the side, and the five blades of energy failed to block Lin Mu's retreat.

Instead, he found his claws pointing directly at Sun Qi's exposed back and had to forcibly retract them.

The air blade dissipated just inches from Sun Qi's shoulder, and his chest acupoint was completely unprotected the moment he retracted his claws.

Just now.

Lin Mu's Mountain-Crushing Fist, imbued with golden energy, blasted out from the tip of his fist, striking Zhao Wu precisely in the chest.

The moment the fist struck his body, Zhao Wu grunted and was blasted away, his back slamming against the mountain wall, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Sun Qi roared, pushing his Iron Arm Skill to its limit, and his right arm slammed towards Lin Mu's back like an iron pillar.

Lin Mu didn't turn his head. In the field of vision of his Insight Technique, Sun Qi's punching path was clear—when the Iron Arm swept horizontally, the left heel was half an inch off the ground, the center of gravity was too far forward, and the lower body was weak.

He raised his right leg, thrust his hip forward, and his lower leg shot out.

The spiraling explosive force of the whip kick spread out along the leg, striking Sun Qi precisely in the back of the knee.

Sun Qi's left leg buckled, and he knelt on one knee, his Adam's apple touching Lin Mu's toes.

Then he grinned.

The laughter was extremely low, deep, and hoarse, as if it were squeezed out from the depths of the throat.

His eyes suddenly changed color in the darkness of the night.

His pupils contracted into a single vertical line, and his irises changed from the usual dark brown to an extremely dark, somber, and oppressive bluish-gray, as if something had ignited them from within.