The whole world of comprehension is obsessed with me

"Worriless, hello."

Ye Wufeng's smile was as gentle and calm as ever, without resentment, let alone the deliberate flattery in the past, very calm, so calm that Ye Wuyou's straight eyebrows could not help but slightly frowned.

Ye Wufeng laughed at himself, "It's such a cheap life. I almost died several times in the forbidden area, but I survived."

Ye Wuyou looked at him expressionlessly, and said to Bai Yi with a groan in his throat, "Master, I'm going to practice."

Ye Wufeng quickly hooked his arms with his hands, and said with a smile, "Wuyou, my cousin wants to tell you how I narrowly escaped death."

Ye Wuyou calmly pushed him away and said, "I don't want to know."

"But I want to tell you."

Ye Wuyou looked at him coldly, not understanding why he appeared in front of her when he knew he was going to kill him.

Ye Wufeng's calmness and Ye Wuyou's displeasure intertwined in his eyes, Ye Wuyou looked back lightly, unwilling to see Ye Wufeng's lightly smiling face again, as if hiding behind him coldly The poisonous snake staring at you may give you a fatal bite at the moment you don't pay attention, and Ye Wuyou turns around and walks away.

Ye Wufeng stopped chasing him, and the fleeing figure in his eyes suddenly aroused his interest.

He has always been cautiously in a disadvantaged position, obviously he is the one who knows the future and controls everything, he knows the plot of this book clearly, if this is the case, why should he be so frightened.

Mastering all the plots of this book, you can still be killed by Ye Wuyou, that is your Ye Wufeng's incompetence, damn it!

Bai Yi's gaze across Ye Wufeng was deep and cold, with a sharpness that could pierce the skin, and contained a sense of warning.

"I have seen the elder holding the sword."

Bai Yi was probably used to calling the wind and calling for rain from the superiors, and looked at Ye Wufeng with a sense of order, "Ye Wufeng, all your thoughts, no matter what, as long as they are for Wuyou, you'd better put them away. "

Ye Wufeng raised his eyes and looked straight at him, without the slightest expression in his eyes, "How come, Wuyou is my cousin, and it's too late for me to protect him, so what can I think?" He smiled calmly , but very different from before.

What is the difference, but people can not tell.

Ye Wuyou embraced the Zhanyuan sword and walked straight towards the residence. No matter how hostile the Mu family was to the Ye family, they would not act tit-for-tat when the six major families and the disciples of the Heavenly Dao were present.

But no matter how hospitable the Mu family behaved, Ye Wuyou would never forget what killed more than a hundred members of the Ye family a hundred years ago.

It's better to take advantage of the matter of the forbidden area and go to Mu's house.

Thinking of this, Ye Wuyou strolled towards the cold pool of Namu's house.

When Ye Wuyou was in Ye's house, he almost owned the cold pool of Ye's house, but now he only went to the edge of the cold pool of Mu's house, when he heard scolding from inside, Ye Wuyou Looking from a distance, I saw a few disciples of the Mu family soaking in the cold pool, laughing and pressing the man's head into the cold pool, causing the man to keep waving his arms and thrashing desperately in the cold pool.

"Aren't you going to soak in the cold pool? Don't you want to wash your tendons and cut your marrow and want to practice? We are helping you, you don't need to thank us."

"A good-for-nothing who also wants to practice cultivation? You just laughed out loud."

"Hey, you can't say that. Everyone has his own ambitions. Even a bird with a broken wing wants to fly, let alone a cripple who can't practice."

The group of disciples lifted the man up without any effort, and Ye Wuyou took a closer look, it was either Mu Xingyue or someone else.

After coming out of the forbidden area, Ye Wuyou never saw him again. If it wasn't because Mu Xingyue didn't show up after returning to Mu's house, he wouldn't be found for a while, Ye Wuyou really wanted to ask him, Who the hell is he.

All the stars of the Mu family belonged to the direct line of the Mu family, and Ye Wuyou had never seen any direct line of the family live worse than Mu Xingyue.

"I just want to...bubble." Mu Xingyue was lying on the edge of the cold pool, coughing and panting, and after hearing his words, the disciples around him laughed unanimously, "Didn't you listen to the young Patriarch? Mu Family Cold Pond, non-Mu family disciples and you are not allowed to enter!"

Mu Xing Yue lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, took a deep breath, and prepared to climb ashore.

But how could those disciples who took pleasure in humiliating him every day let him go so easily? As soon as Mu Xingyue climbed up, he was dragged down by the first ones by the hem of his clothes, and Mu Xingyue threw his head backwards Falling down, the water splashed and choked several times in the water.

Those disciples pretended to push him into the water, Ye Wuyou scolded angrily, "Stop!"

Hearing this voice, everyone looked at Ye Wuyou, and no one spoke for a while.

"Master Ye...cough cough." Mu Xingyue coughed violently a few times, then shook his head towards Ye Wuyou, signaling him to leave it alone.

If it wasn't because Mu Xingyue had saved his life, he really didn't want to take care of the Mu family's affairs.

"Master Ye, this is a matter of our Mu family, please don't interfere too much, Mr. Ye."

Ye Wuyou came with the Yuan Zhan Sword in his arms, and stood on the edge of the cold pool, staring at the disciple in the cold pool with unruly eyes, and when he let go, the Yuan Zhan Sword in his hand fell into the cold pool.

The cold pool is not deep, not shallow, if one plunges into it suddenly, they will not be able to reach the bottom.

Ye Wuyou looked down, pointed at the disciple who was holding Mu Xingyue and said, "My sword fell into it, pick it up for me."

Being pampered and pampered in Ye's house since childhood, Ye Wuyou really didn't know the tone of begging for help, not to mention that he had no intention of begging for help today, he just wanted to make Mu Xing angry.

"Your own sword fell by yourself, why should I pick it up for you?"

"Because this is the cold pool of your Mu family. How can I, a foreigner, get in?" Ye Wuyou looked at him coldly, and said in a slightly cold tone, "Pick it up."

The disciple's face turned pale, it wasn't because of his soft bones, but because Ye Wuyou's identity was really difficult to deal with.

If it's just a disciple of the Ye family, he can completely ignore it, but besides the disciples of the Ye family, Ye Wuyou is also the only disciple under the sect of Elder Tiandao Sword Holder, and that Elder Sword Holder is someone who even Mu Wusheng would not dare to offend easily .

In desperation, the Mu family disciple had no choice but to look for the Yuan Zhan Sword for Ye Wuyou.

The disciple groped in the cold pool for a while, and easily saw the Yuan Zhan Sword lying quietly at the bottom of the pool, held it in the palm of his hand and went upstream, but for some reason, the Yuan Zhan Sword was as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold , he pulled upwards for a long time without moving the Yuan Zhanjian.

I have been holding my breath in the water for a long time, and when I was about to let go of the Yuan Zhan Sword and stick out of the water to change my breath, the hand holding the Yuan Zhan Sword tightly sucked him to the bottom of the pool. The disciple panicked and pulled desperately, his face flushed red , kicking his legs in the water, but to no avail.

The fear of suffocation came, and the despair made him unable to hide. His tightly suppressed mouth opened, and a large stream of cold pool water entered from his mouth and nose, and warm water poured in. Just when he felt that he was about to drown in the When he was here, the Yuan Zhanjian let him go, his whole body lightened, and his whole body floated upwards, floating on the water surface, panting heavily with lingering fear in his heart.

The expression in Ye Wuyou's eyes was piercingly cold, looking at him without a trace of warmth, his sneering words made the man's blushing face even redder.

"Practitioners can still drown. Where's my Yuan Zhan Sword?"

The disciple didn't speak, but he was no longer willing to dive into the water, it was obvious that Ye Wuyou was trying to trick him, if he dived again, it would be because he had no brains.

"You go." Ye Wuyou pointed to another disciple, and said coldly, "Could it be that the disciples of the Mu family are so incompetent that they can't even pick up a sword?"

"Why should we fish it for you? You fell by yourself. If you want to fish it, you have to fish it yourself!"

"Then who said just now that non-Mu family disciples and Mu Xingyue are not allowed to enter the cold pool of the Mu family?"

"This is the rule of our Mu family!"

"So this is how your Mu family treats guests? The guest's sword has been dropped, and you still don't pick it up? Do you have to ask me to ask your Mu family's Patriarch to pick it up for me?"

"Ye Wuyou, you are too deceitful!"

Ye Wuyou snorted coldly, "Who is bullying too much? It's you, a group of people bullying a disciple who can't cultivate. Since you are bullying him openly, then I will bully you openly on the basis of my status. If you can't take my Pick up the sword, and don't even think about getting out of the cold pool!"

The few disciples were furious, and just when they wanted to get up and compete with Ye Wuyou, someone came to give him a hand.

"I've met the Young Patriarch!" The Hantan disciples bowed their hands one after another.

It was Mu Xinghe, the young master of the Mu family.

Mu Xinghe looked around, his eyes finally fell on Mu Xingyue who didn't dare to look up in the cold pool, deliberately ignored Ye Wuyou, and asked, "Why are you here? Didn't I warn you not to let you go down the cold pool?" ?”

Mu Xingyue seemed to be terribly afraid of Mu Xinghe, his whole body trembled, he secretly raised his eyebrows, and whispered timidly: "Yes, I'm leaving now!"

"Wait!" Ye Wuyou said lazily, "Who will help me pick up the sword after you leave, the others are a bunch of trash, they can't even pick up the sword, Mu Xingyue, please help me to the bottom of the pool Pick up my Yuan Zhan Sword, okay?"

"Young Master Ye was joking. Why can't my disciples of the Mu family not even pick up a sword? You, go and help Young Master Ye pick up the sword."

Unfortunately, the person Mu Xinghe pointed at was the same person who was instructed by Ye Wuyou to go into the cold pool to pick up the sword.

Facing Mu Xinghe's words, how could he dare to speak too much, he gritted his teeth and plunged into the cold pool. It was the same process. When he jumped out of the water, he breathed in the air on the surface of the cold pool.

Ye Wuyou looked at Mu Xinghe with a livid face, and said regretfully, "I've said it all, the disciples of the Mu family have so many waste materials that they can't even pick up a sword."

"You all go pick it up!"

The disciples on the surface of the cold pool had no choice but to slam their heads and head towards the bottom of the pool. After a while, all of them jumped out of the water with empty hands, lying on the edge of the cold pool and coughing violently.

Ye Wuyou shook his head, "They're all a group of cultivators, yet they can drown. I've gained some knowledge, Mu Xingyue, it seems that only you can help me."

Mu Xing nodded subconsciously, facing Mu Xinghe's sharp blade-like pupils, he plunged into the bottom of the water as if walking on thin ice.

The process of taking the sword was extremely smooth. Ye Wuyou took Mu Xingyue's Zhanyuan sword from the cold pool, wiped the scabbard lightly, and Senhan's words were full of contempt and ridicule.

"A group of cultivating disciples can't compare to a good-for-nothing, Mu family, interesting, interesting."

The author has something to say: I am addicted to the ancient court and can't extricate myself, so sorry for the late update~