Qin Mu was slightly shocked. The Ph.D. in the Imperial Academy was used to solve the problem that geniuses were difficult to teach according to their aptitude!

If Bashan priests and young ancestors can really solve this problem, then when encountering the problem of Taoist and Buddhists blocking the door, there is no need to rely on the power of the Demon Sect.

This time, the repelling of Daomen Daozi and Daleiyin Temple Buddha relies on the power of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Qin Mu is the young leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, while Si Yunxiang is mostly Grandma Si, and Grandma Si is the previous saint and the previous sect leader's wife. Tai Academy can be said to be completely defeated.

Chen Wanyun listened to the two of them saying something, and he felt so awkward. Every time he plucked up the courage to ask for the doubts in his heart, but he wanted to speak but stopped.

Finally, he couldn't help but say, "Teacher Bashan, what's going on with the senior brothers you mentioned?"

"You talk about this?"

Bashan Jijiu said carelessly: "He and I are the same master, my junior brother, you should call him uncle."

"Uncle Master..."

Chen Wanyun was silent for a while and said, "If my cultivation level is higher than his, do I still need to call him uncle?"

Bashan Jijiu laughed and said, "What are you thinking? You are not his opponent. His ability is better than you. Do you know what it means to be better than you? It means to be more than a chopsticks higher than you. A thread higher than a thread higher than a thread. A thread higher than a thread higher than a thread, knowing that, don't say that you can't defeat him, even if you defeat him, you still have to call him uncle."

Chen Wanyun groaned and said, "How can I know if I haven't beaten..."

"Don't fight, you'll lose."

Bashan Jijiu smiled and said, "His ability is the level of Taoist and Buddhist son..."

Qin Mu pulled the corner of his clothes, and Bashan silenced his mouth quickly.

He was famous for being a Tai Academy and could not hide anything in his heart. He could easily expose anything. He just poked out the flaws in Qin Mu's martial arts, and now he almost told the story of Qin Mu's defeat of Lin Xuan Daozi.

Bashan Jijiu looked at Qin Mu and stood up and said, "The great Jijiu made me inseparable from you, and it also meant that you would follow me. But since you are my junior brother, don't call me a teacher. My teaching is simple, just go out to experience it together. But I can't take many people when I go out. The goal of taking many people is too big, so it's hard for me to take care of them. Last time I went out, I only took Chen Wanyun with me. Since I had to take you with me this time, I could only bring another scholar."

The sunken clouds showed the look of expectation.

Bashan Jijiu knew his thoughts, so he stood up and walked out, shook his head and said, "I won't take you this time. I need to choose a few qualified scholars, so that they can practice with me while learning, and verify whether the doctor proposed by Jijiu is available. These people will be the alternatives for the doctoral student. Junior brother, go to Tianlu Building and choose a few volumes of scriptures to take with me on the way, and I will teach you on the way."

He left the yard and probably went to find a few outstanding scholars.

Qin Mu looked at Chen Wanyun and smiled and said, "Mr. Chen..."

Chen Wanyun's face was slightly dark, and he stood up and said, "I haven't been defeated by you for a day, so I won't call you uncle for a day!" After that, he walked out of Qin Mu's yard.

Qin Mu didn't care, so he looked at the little fox and the green bull and said, "You pack your bags and I'll go to Tianlu Building to choose a few magical powers."

These two guys were drunk and were clamoring to become sworn brothers, but I don’t know if they heard it in my heart.

Qin Mu took the book sign and walked out of the yard. Several servants came outside, intending to repair his yard and the portal.

He came outside the courtyard and walked out of the Shiziju. At this time, the doors of the Shiziju opened, and scholars walked out of the room, standing in the middle of the road, facing him, and were silent.

Qin Mu looked back and saw that the doors of the courtyards behind were also opened, and scholars also walked out of their respective courtyards and stood in the middle of the road.

Most of these scholars were beaten by him. Some of them held their sword boxes at their feet, and some were already carrying them behind their backs.

In addition to them, there were several people he had never fought, including Qin Yu who was with him, and the children of several other families of aristocratic families. In the entire Shiziju, only Wei Yong, Si Yunxiang and other five or six people did not come out.

"Do you want to hit it again?"

Qin Mu laughed and walked forward. A scholar behind him sneered: "Don't you dare to start from the end of the alley? Are you afraid?"

Qin Mu stopped and looked back at the scholar who was making a sound. He seemed to be the only scholar who had been beaten three times. He only beat the other scholar twice, but this scholar talked a lot and asked him to abandon the people every time. He carried him to write with his face and then planted it in the ground. He beat him three times.

The scholar couldn't hide his excitement: "Abandoned people, your weakness has been pointed out by the Bashan Jujiu. This time you will lose from the end of the alley to the end of the alley!"

Qin Mu turned around and said seriously: "Senior brother, what's your name? After I lost, I know who I lost."

The scholar slowly smiled on his face: "I can tell you that my surname is Yan and my name is Qinghe."

Qin Mu said seriously: "I would like to be the first to be defeated by Senior Brother Yan, and I would like to ask Senior Brother Yan to give me advice."

Yan Qinghe was overjoyed and smiled and said, "Although you are from the wilderness, you know how to advance and retreat. Well, I won't let you lose too badly. Just take a sword!"

Boom!

Qin Mu raised his foot and took a step forward. His powerful body actually knocked the air in front of him into a wall of air. The next moment, the air wall exploded, and Qin Mu almost punched out with his fist, and his fist broke through the air, bursting out a round white air flowing around.

"Why don't you draw the sword..."

Yan Qinghe didn't care about using his energy to control the sword, so he hurriedly raised his arms and used his forearms to block his punch. He didn't have time to control the sword with his energy at this time. If he had to unshelf the flying sword, he was afraid that he would have been killed by a punch before the sword was unshelfed!

call--

The sound of heavy objects breaking through the air came, and the faces of the scholars behind Yan Qinghe changed drastically. They hurriedly avoided it. Yan Qinghe's figure flew back from Qin Mu and came to the end of the alley in an instant!

At the end of the alley, Wei Yong was about to open the door when a black shadow flashed, followed by a loud bang. A man stuck to the wall at the end of the alley in front of him. His body was deeply trapped in the wall. The walls around his body were much concave, and the broken stones were covered with spider web-like textures.

Wei Yong was startled and hurriedly looked over. He caught a glimpse of the situation in Shiziju's alley and smiled: "Senior brothers, don't misunderstand me. I didn't see anything and I can't say anything!"

Just as he was about to retreat to his room, a figure suddenly appeared behind him. Wei Yong quickly turned around, but saw Bashan Jiujiu standing behind him.

"Don't talk."

Bashan whispered: "Let him beat him."

Wei Yong wondered, and said, "Jiujiu, what are you going to do?"

Bashan Jiji glanced at him and said, "I plan to select a few scholars worthy of teaching from the scholars and teach them the magical teachings themselves."

Wei Yong was still a little puzzled, and Bashan Jujiu said proudly: "I pretended to be big just now and poked Qin Shizi's flaws on his shoulders, so that they could know Qin Shizi's flaws. If they knew the flaws, they would definitely attack Qin Shizi, and Qin Shizi would defeat them. In this way, I could know the strength of these scholars. It would definitely not work if I could only take one or two moves. At least I had to be able to take Qin Shizi's three or five moves before I could teach them myself."

Wei Yong exclaimed: "What a good idea! Jijiu is so smart. By the way, Jijiu, look at me..."

Bashan Jijiu looked him up and down and said, "How many moves can you take Qin Shizi?"

Wei Yong was so angry: "I want to go out and compete with Qin Shizi?"

Bashan Jijiu showed a kind smile.

Wei Yong's scalp was numb.

Bang.

There was a loud noise outside, and another scholar was slapped on the ground by Qin Mu's palm, and dozens of blue bricks on the ground were broken!

Those servants who were repairing the door and wall for Qin Mu were also startled. One of them was worried. An old servant said slowly: "Young masters, please be less active, don't let us repair it every day."

Qin Mu bowed and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

He walked out of the alley and passed by a scholar, whose eyes twitched without moving.

He continued to walk forward. A scholar was about to raise his hand to draw his sword when there was a loud bang. The scholar was directly slapped into the ground by his palm, revealing only one head.

"Destroy the little bit!" the old servant couldn't help but whisper.

Qin Mu quickly turned around, carefully accompanied him, and then continued to walk out.

Another scholar couldn't help but let out a move. He heard a bang bang sound, like a bow string vibrating. The scholar's body flew up and hung it on the wall. The strong wind bounced out from Qin Mu's fingers made several holes on the wall.

The old servant was about to get angry, but Qin Mu quickly turned around and stayed with him.

call--

A scholar flew into the air, fell down with his hands and feet, fell on the roof of the house, and half of his body pierced into the house.

A rumbling sound came, and another scholar was knocked into the wall by Qin Mu. Seeing this, the servants sighed and stopped letting them move less.

"I'll do it!"

Qin Mu suddenly felt the evil wind blowing behind him, and hurriedly turned around. He saw sword lights coming towards him like dragons, dozens of dragons flying up and down, flying around him.

"Sword Style?"

Qin Mu was surprised that there were not many scholars who could refine the sword style to this level, and the one who had such profound attainments should be Qin Yu.

Qin Mu pointed at the same time, and his vitality was a sword, his fingers were jumping, his sword-stinging style, his sword-picking style, his sword-picking style, his sword-puffing style and other basic sword-like lights were defeated in the waist. The light of the dragon dissipated and turned into a sharp sword nailed to the wall, buzzing.

Qin Yu's sword box had been knocked out, showing a look of panic. His body was like a dragon and was about to retreat. Qin Mu bounced his fingers, and five clanging sounds were heard, and the thunder flashed, and Qin Yu flew away.

"I am not bad at strength, I want to see the young dragon's swordsmanship." Qin Mu praised and said to Qin Yu.

The servants who were building walls cheered when they saw Qin Mu's sword technique and praised: "Young man, the grandmaster's demeanor!"
Chapter completed!