Landing in the Fantastic World

On the way to the Misty Cloud Sect, Mu Yu suddenly felt a killing intent pervading him.

At first, he didn't pay much attention to it, maybe this killing intent wasn't aimed at him.

So Mu Yu quickened his pace, but the murderous intent behind him followed him closely, always keeping pace with Mu Yu's speed.

"So, I'm being targeted?"

Mu Yu has already confirmed that the people following him must be coming for him.

Could it be someone sent by the Zhao family?

The reason why he still didn't do anything to him was probably because he wanted to know the real purpose of Shangguan Yi'er sending him out.

"I have to get rid of him before rushing to Misty Cloud Sect, or throw him away."

After Mu Yu made up his mind, he turned his head and looked towards the location where the killing intent was.

Although the man was hiding in the grass at this time.

But with the player's eyes, the information about that person's strength has already appeared in Mu Yu's mind.

Level 23, third level of Lingtai Realm.

After seeing the opponent's strength information, Mu Yu's heart sank.

It's too much, to send someone from the Spirit Platform to kill me, a little guy who was only at the Spirit Gathering Realm before.

It's crazy!

Although Mu Yu is already level 11 now, he has to cross 12 levels to challenge the masters of the Spirit Platform Realm.

That is absolutely impossible.

This is a master sent by the Wuliangzong Zhao family, no matter whether it is martial arts or profound skills, it is definitely not bad, but it is not comparable to the bandits with three-legged cat kung fu like Luanfengling.

So Mu Yu's only thought now is to run.

Run as far as you can.

"Where are you, you dare to follow you, Uncle Mu, why don't you hurry up and get out."

Although Mu Yu panicked a lot in his heart, his momentum could not be weak at this time.

It is necessary to establish a notion that the opponent is very difficult to deal with.

"Unexpectedly, you could find me. It seems that you are much stronger than Mr. Zhao said."

The young man came out from the grass, his eyes were sharp, staring at Mu Yu like a falcon.

"Master Zhao? Could it be Zhao Wuqi?" Mu Yu asked.

"That's right, it's Mr. Zhao Wuqi. If you hadn't found me, you might have lived a little longer, but since you've already found me, then you can go die."

The young man did not deny it, but admitted it generously. After all, Mu Yu was sure to die in his eyes, and he couldn't escape from his palm at all.

"Wait!" Seeing the young man approaching him, Mu Yu quickly waved his hands and said, "You should also be a disciple of Wuliangzong. According to the sect's rules, killing a disciple of the same sect will be punished with burning."

"Hahaha……"

The young man laughed recklessly, looked at Mu Yu with disdain, and said, "You are so naive, the door rule? Whoever has the biggest fist is the door rule. The Wuliangzong is already in the Zhao family's pocket. What the Zhao family says, everything the Zhao family does is the door rules."

A look of despair suddenly appeared in Mu Yu's eyes, and he lowered his head and sighed: "In this way, I will definitely die today. Is the senior brother really unwilling to let the junior brother go?"

"Don't blame your senior brother for being cruel, just blame you for being on the wrong team." The young man looked at Mu Yu coldly, his right hand behind his back exuded a faintly strange aura.

"Before the younger brother dies, can I know the name of the younger brother, and let the younger brother know clearly."

"Original Mongolia."

Afterwards, Mu Yu put on an appearance of completely giving up resistance, which also made Yuan Meng reveal a hint of self-deprecating color.

It's just a soft bone with low strength, Mr. Zhao actually let himself do it himself, it's a shame to himself.