Legend of Yan Wu

Han Mo's speed was very fast, and before they could react, the fighting spirit of the eight-yuan warrior gushed out, aiming at the nearest person and blasting past.

The attendant was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly rolled on the spot, dodging Han Mo's attack in embarrassment, but before he could recover, Han Mo moved closer again, suddenly raised his knee, and moved towards the little follower head off.

Seeing this, the little follower's expression suddenly changed, and he put his hands in front of the door without thinking.

It's just that Han Mo's blow was too powerful. Even though he covered Han Mo's knees with his hands, he was still sent flying by the blow, and fell headfirst onto the tree stump, traces of blood flowed out from his hair. The person also tilted his head and fell into a coma.

"Damn, this kid is too aggressive." The remaining three were about to rush up, but they were stunned when they saw the scene in front of them, and they began to feel fear in their hearts.

"Trash, they are all trash, and I have to do it myself." Barton pointed at the remaining three and cursed. After speaking, he took out a long iron rod from the ring, and looked at Han Mo sharply. With a loud shout, he rushed up.

Han Mo looked at the angry Barton, hesitated for a moment, grabbed the stick beside him, and rushed forward.

"This kid is stupid, actually fighting with sticks." The remaining three murmured in surprise.

Patton looked at Han Mo who was rushing forward, and then looked at the wooden stick in Han Mo's hand, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, thinking in his heart that Han Mo rushed up with the stick, and the outcome was almost a matter of course. put up.

"Drink." Barton jumped up, held up the iron rod and swung it down from top to bottom, bringing out a howling wind along the way.

How could Han Mo use the tree stick to confront Barton head-on? He looked calmly at the iron rod swinging towards him, and quickly twisted his body to the side. The iron rod almost brushed Han Mo's face and swung down.

The iron rod hit the air and hit the ground heavily, denting a large piece of the ground and stirring up dust several feet high.

Without the slightest hesitation, Han Mo seized the loophole where Barton's attack fell, leaned up and gave a whip kick, and followed Barton's order without thinking.

Patton was also taken aback by Han Mo's reaction and speed, but as an eight-yuan warrior, he already possessed the essentials of a martial artist, which is to use his body to sense the four directions. Han Mo's movements were quickly noticed by Barton, and he put his hands on the ground , a somersault flashed out of the battle circle.

Naturally, Han Mo would not give up on this great opportunity, holding the branch tightly with his right hand, the fighting spirit of the eight-element warrior gushed out again, this time it was completely released, and the abundant energy made Han Mo's right arm burst violently Blue veins.

I saw the branch thinner than the arm cut through the sky directly, stabbing towards Barton's throat accurately, at such a speed, even a martial artist probably would have difficulty escaping in this situation.

Barton just stood firm, and when he turned his head, he saw the tree stick approaching rapidly, and his face turned ashen. At this moment, he felt the breath of death. He firmly believed that if the stick stabbed his throat, he would have nothing to lose. chance of survival.

At this time, Han Ji had already settled all the people, and he was surprised to see Han Mo's actions. Although the other party was the one who provoked the trouble, the two of them had just arrived, and if they killed someone, even the ambassador would not be able to protect them.

"Stop." Just as everyone was watching Han Mo's actions in horror, a loud shout broke into the battle circle of the crowd, shocking everyone.

Han Mo also frowned, hesitated for a moment, twisted his right hand, and the branch also deviated a little bit, and the stick that should have stabbed Barton's throat already pierced Barton's shoulder.

"Ah." As Barton screamed, blood spewed from Barton's shoulder. Barton yelled and punched the branch, and wanted to rush up again holding the iron rod.

"Barton!" A man dodged in front of Barton like a wind, and shouted loudly as he pulled Barton past him.

"Moss, don't pull me, I'm going to abolish this kid." Barton was startled when he saw the person coming, then pushed Moss and said angrily.

"Slap." Moss slapped Barton's face directly, and said with a gloomy expression, "You want to die. This is Asura Academy, not your home. If you are messing around, I will report it to the dean."

Speaking of the dean, Barton suddenly became excited, looked at Han Mo with gloomy eyes, and after a long while still shouted in disbelief: "Boy, it's best not to let me meet you again in the future."

"It's best not to let me see you in the future, otherwise...huh, it will probably be the last time you appear." Han Mo threw away the stick in his hand and said proudly.

Barton was furious when he heard the words, pointed at Han Mo with an iron rod and cursed: "You fucking say it again, I'm going to..."

"Okay." Moss was furious when he heard the words, cast a glance at Han Mo, and said with some doubts: "You guys look very raw, are you freshmen?"

Han Mo hesitated for a moment, then cupped his hands at Moss and said, "That's right, we just entered the school today."

"You're so crazy just after entering the school, wouldn't you even beat your instructor in the future?" Moss's face suddenly turned sharply, and his eyes became gloomy.

Han Mo looked at Moss who suddenly changed his face, and shook his head helplessly. Sure enough, this is the so-called old man bullying the new man. It seems that they are all the same.

"Brother, I think you misunderstood." Han Ji smiled lightly and walked to Han Mo's side, looked at Moss calmly and said, "We just entered Shura Academy, we should be bullied. "

"Oh?" Moss frowned when he heard this. Yes, he is a freshman, so he won't be so rampant that he will trouble the old students. "Barton, tell me, are you bullying people everywhere again?" Moss Si said in a serious tone.

Barton also seemed to be very afraid of Moss, his eyes suddenly turned to the little follower who was still unconscious beside the big tree, and he turned his head and said, "How could it be, Brother Moss, my follower was almost beaten to death by this guy , This is clearly a malicious injury, according to the rules of the academy, it should be confined for three months."

Hearing this, Moss stared at the place Barton was pointing at, his pupils shrank, looked at Han Mo hesitantly and asked, "Did you hit him?"

Han Mo didn't flinch either, nodded and said, "I hit the man, but it wasn't us who struck first."

Moss was still taken aback when he heard the words. Although he knew that the person was hit by Han Mo or Han Ji, he couldn't help being surprised when he heard it, and asked with some doubts: "You shouldn't be too old, right? You can make a near-click?" To the point of killing Barton."

Barton's complexion changed when he heard the words, he hesitated and said: "Brother Moss, I just accidentally missed and let this kid take advantage of it, if it happens again, I am sure to take him down within ten moves. "Barton was eager to try as he spoke, and he was deeply concerned about this failure, and he was not convinced in the slightest.

"Okay, don't be ashamed of yourself. If someone hadn't kept your hand just now, your life would have been lost." Moss said a little angrily, then turned his eyes to Han Mo and Han Ji, and cupped his hands Said: "Moss, 21 years old this year, is a member of the Asura Academy's guards. Don't worry about the two little brothers. If the matter is their fault, I will definitely punish them."

Han Mo and Han Ji looked at each other. After a while, Han Mo nodded and said, "My name is Han Mo, and I'm 16 years old."

"What?" Moss wasn't surprised, but Barton yelled out in surprise, and snorted coldly in disbelief: "Don't fool your grandpa, you can have such strength at the age of 16. Although you have beautiful features, it is estimated that you are already 19 years old." Years old."

"We are really 16 years old, believe it or not." Han Ji said with a curled lip.

"16 years old?" Moss also murmured in disbelief, but he was not stupid enough to say it like Barton, and then he cupped his hands at Han Mo and said, "I didn't expect the two little brothers to be so outstanding at such a young age." Strength, it's no wonder that you can enter the academy before the student period, you really have some skills." Moss said polite words on his mouth, but he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.