When Li Mu and the others came out of the camp, they saw Old Wang and a middle-aged man in a swordsman robe of the Clearheart Swordsmanship Sect.
Old Wang's military uniform was cut open on his shoulder. The sword wound on his shoulder was deep to the bone, and blood was flowing out.
The middle-aged man in the swordsman robe was holding the sword, and there was a trace of blood flowing out.
"God of War Li?" When the middle-aged man saw Li Mu coming out, his eyes were full of mockery. He said, "I'm here on behalf of the Five Mountains Holy Alliance. You'd better tell your old dogs to behave themselves. Don't show your teeth at every turn. Otherwise, you can't blame others if your dog paws are chopped off."
He was extremely arrogant and domineering.
Song Changlin, Wang Menghu, and the others were all secretly complaining.
In the past dozens of days, they had been at an absolute disadvantage on the Xuantian Mountain and had been swallowing their anger.
Li Mu ignored the middle-aged swordsman's provocation.
The first thing he cared about was the old man's injury.
Fortunately, the injury on Old Wang's shoulder healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, the muscle was healed, leaving only a red mark. It seemed that the "master soldiers" trained by the old faker were not as simple as their physical strength seemed to be.
The old faker asked him to bring more than a dozen masters to the Qinling Mountains not for no reason, but for some other purpose.
Li Mu was relieved and looked at the arrogant middle-aged swordsman of the Clearheart Swordsmanship Sect.
In the world of Mount Song, the top experts of the six forces — the Three Sects, Two Mountains, and One Pavilion — had all come to the Qinling Mountains under the leadership of the head of the Clear Heart Swordsmanship Sect, the Sword Elder, to prepare for the competition for the Gate of Ancient Ancestors. The middle-aged swordsman must be one of the top ones.
He really had the strong arrogance of the Clearheart Swordsmanship Sect.
"What do you think, God of War Li? Haha, do you dare to go? Tell me." The middle-aged swordsman did not answer Li Mu and was a little impatient. He looked up and sneered.
Li Mu raised his hand and slapped him.
Crack!
The middle-aged swordsman only felt dizzy, and then a sharp pain came from the left side of his face. His body involuntarily spun like a top and could not stop at all.
He was directly stunned.
"This slap is to teach you to respect the old and love the young."
Li Mu said in a low voice.
The middle-aged swordsman only managed to stop after a while.
The left side of his face was swollen beyond recognition. His facial bones were broken, and so were his teeth. More than that, half of his body was numb. He couldn't summon any of his sword cultivation. But he didn't see clearly how Li Mu struck just now.
"You …" Looking at Li Mu's eyes, the middle-aged swordsman was so angry that he dared not say a word.
That slap had made him realize the huge gap between him and Li Mu.
Li Mu said, "Go back and tell the Old Sword Master that in an hour, I will fulfill my promise and go to the Swordsmanship Square."
The middle-aged swordsman gnashed his teeth and glanced at Li Mu. When he turned around and moved, his eyes were already filled with malice. In his heart, he was thinking that after the plan in the Sword Discourse Square was carried out, he would capture Li Mu and humiliate him to his heart's content.
Li Mu suddenly said, "Wait."
The middle-aged swordsman's body stiffened.
"What is it?" He looked back at Li Mu.
Li Mu said, "After coming to our Chinese camp and showing off, you're just going to leave like that?"
"You … What do you mean?" The middle-aged swordsman said angrily.
Li Mu said, "Which hand of yours is holding the sword and you hurt our people, you will leave that hand."
The middle-aged swordsman was shocked and then angry. He said, "Li Mu, don't go too far."
Li Mu said, "Leave your hand or leave your life, it's your choice. Three seconds, you only have one chance. "
The middle-aged swordsman felt an uncontrollable chill in his heart and also a little regretful. If he knew that Li Mu was so strong and domineering, he should not have provoked him too much. But now, should he really leave a hand?
In the face of Li Mu's eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well, he was finally afraid.
He clenched his teeth and pulled out his sword.
Swish.
A cold light flashed.
The right hand that held the sword fell to the ground.
He held the sword in his left hand and said with a pale face, "Now, are you satisfied?"
Li Mu said, "Not particularly satisfied, but I never go too far. Take your dirty hand and get out of here. Don't do it again."
The middle-aged swordsman picked up his broken hand and stared at Li Mu. He said, "My name is Chou Jiu. You'd better not forget it." His tone was cold and his face was ferocious.
"If you say one more word, you can't go back today." Li Mu said.
The middle-aged swordsman immediately shut up and did not dare to say a word. He left with hatred.
"Even a stray cat or dog dares to bark wildly."
Li Mu looked at the back of the middle-aged swordsman, and there was a trace of killing intent in the depths of his eyes.
These ancient cultivators were pretentious. They would not learn their lesson if they were not hurt.
He had to give them a hard beating.
"Woof, what do you mean?" The stupid Husky, who had disappeared just now, came out of nowhere. When he heard Li Mu's words, he was very dissatisfied. He said, "It's fine if you say a cat, but why do you bring a dog? Do you have a problem with our dogs?"
"Go away."
Li Mu was too lazy to pay attention to this idiot with a dumb IQ.
"Brother Mu, are you really going to the Swordsmanship Square?"
Song Changlin looked a little worried.
"Things are different now. I heard that the strongest cultivators in the world have gathered on Xuantian Mountain. Many experts from famous mountains and oceans, such as the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas, the Godzilla King of the Deep Sea, and the gods of Europe and America have all come. They have formed an alliance of interests. If you go there, you will be in danger."
The old man named Ouyang Fu also said, "What Professor Song said makes sense. Those ancient cultivators who came from the famous mountains and rivers are very against the secular world. They see us as ants and kill us at will. I heard that some ancient cultivators practice evil cultivation methods. They send people to the secular world to capture young boys and girls and extract their blood to cultivate their cultivation methods …"
In fact, at this time, the two were also very excited.
Before Li Mu came, they had to swallow their anger. It could be said that they had suffered all kinds of grievances.
As soon as Li Mu came, he made the cultivators of the Clear Heart Swordsmanship Sect bow their heads and admit their mistakes, which gave the people in the entire military camp a shot of adrenaline.
But now the situation had changed. It was really different from before. Those "immortals" had come out. Could Li Mu still turn the tide like last time? In fact, in their hearts, they did not have much confidence, and they were also concerned about Li Mu's safety.
"If that's the case, then I have to go."
Li Mu made up his mind.
"Stupid dog, you stay in the camp and look after the house."
Li Mu said to the others, "I will set up tactical deployments around the camp. Mr. Zhang, you cooperate with Mr. Ouyang to protect the camp. All of you stay here to protect Professor Song and collect the research data."
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"How dare he!"
Elder Sword was so angry that he almost dropped the cup in his hand.
"Li Mu has gone too far."
As the first Alliance Master of the Five Mountain Divine Alliance, the Old Sword Elder had been feeling very happy during this period of time. Therefore, even though his old nest, Mount Song World, had been raided, he still stayed in the Black Sky Mountain and calmly sat on the fishing platform.
But after hearing Chou Jiu's exaggerated report, he couldn't help it.
In the long years of cultivation, who dared to disobey him like this?
He vaguely knew what had happened in Mount Song, so he had long regarded Li Mu as a thorn in his side. It was just that he had no time and energy to deal with such a small potato in the mortal world for the sake of the important matters. But to his surprise, Li Mu still haunted him like a ghost in the Qinling Mountains and was still so arrogant.
Elder Sword didn't care about Chou Jiu's broken hand.
What he cared about was that as the first leader of the Five Mountains Divine Alliance, his face was slapped.
"Let's go to the Sword-discussion Square."
He waved his hand and led his subordinates to the Sword-discussion Square.
After a few steps, Elder Sword suddenly remembered something and ordered several trusted subordinates, "Carry out the other things according to the original plan. Also, spread the news that Li Mu has come to the Sword-discussion Square."
"Yes, sir."
The Sword-discussion Square was at the center of the Dark Sky Mountain, which was right below the core of the Ancient Ancestor Gate.
It was an open space that was made by powerful cultivators. The white ground was as smooth as a mirror and as hard as iron. It covered an area of about 100 acres, surrounded by high stone platforms of different heights. It was a bit like the Colosseum in ancient Rome. There were dark spots and irregular marks on the white ground, which were stained by the blood of the dead experts.
The Sword-discussion Square was a relatively Chinese name. Among the western European and American forces, it had other names.
No one knew when it started, but this open space became a place for different forces and practitioners to settle their disputes. In the shortest time possible, it had become a place for sword duels. All kinds of rules were created, and everyone had to abide by them.
No matter how chaotic a place was, there was still a certain amount of rules and order.
Li Mu was alone, dressed in white Li Ning sportswear and sneakers, like a college student traveling in the deep mountains. He asked for directions along the way. When he arrived at the Sword-discussion Square, it was exactly an hour after Chou Jiu sent the invitation.
Standing at the entrance, Li Mu saw that not only the stone platforms around the Sword-discussion Square were already filled with all kinds of people, but he was also followed by a large group of people.
This was the world of cultivators.
Every cultivator who could appear on the Dark Sky Mountain was an expert.
As if time had passed, he returned to the time when he was on the home planet of the Heavenly Fox Clan.
This was the cultivation world on Earth.
Li Mu saw all kinds of cultivators and people, old and young, male and female, handsome and ugly, human race, demon race, and all kinds of strange creatures. They were dressed differently and had different skin colors. They sat on the stone platforms around the square and looked at him as if they were looking at a panda.
He also saw two "acquaintances" — the Immortal Taoist, the future leader of the Pure Yang Sect, and the little Taoist boy beside him who was full of Spiritual Qi. They were also on the first step and looking at him.
"You must be Li Mu. You are indeed a young hero."
The Sword Elder said from afar with a smile like the spring breeze.
He stood on the second step in the east, with a large group of people behind him. They were all experts of the Five Mountains Divine Alliance.
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