Creation of the whole people: the beginning creates chaos

"Crack..." There was a sound of bone shattering, and the two fell to their knees on the ground at the same time, with blood gushing out of their mouths.

"You..." The man in the green shirt stared blankly at the two of them with an expression of disbelief.

"Your strength is too weak, I'm not interested in making a move." Ming Yu shook his head, then took Qin Lan's hand, and started to leave.

Seeing Mingyu walking away, the man in green shirt said angrily: "You bastard, stop for me."

"Shu~"

Ming Yu's figure stayed where he was, turned around slowly, fixed his eyes on the man in the green shirt, and said indifferently, "What's the matter?"

The man in the blue shirt pointed at Ming Yu, gritted his teeth and roared: "You dare to hurt my Xuanyang Sect disciple, today, don't even think about leaving this place safely!"

"Really?" Mingyu shrugged and said, "In that case, let's change the place, I'm afraid it will scare you later."

Hearing this, the man in blue shirt trembled violently.

Seeing Mingyu's terrifying attack just now, how dare he show off his prestige?
At that moment, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't bother."

"You're welcome." Mingyu grinned, and quickly disappeared into the night with Qin Lan.

Seeing this, the man in the green shirt secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately called everyone to leave.

However, they had just walked a few meters away when a burst of wind suddenly sounded, followed by a black afterimage in an instant.

"Bang bang!"

Accompanied by the muffled sound, five or six disciples of the Xuanyang Sect didn't even say a word, they all fainted, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"You... what are you going to do?" The expressions of the remaining two men in green shirts changed drastically, and they were panicked.

Ming Yu glanced at the two of them coldly, and said with disdain: "Coward."

The faces of the two twitched, and deep hatred flashed in the depths of their eyes. They were the elite disciples of the Xuanyang Sect, and they were scolded as cowards.

But they didn't have the courage to fight against Mingyu. After all, Mingyu's fighting power was too terrifying, even more ferocious than beasts.

"Tell me, where is your lair?" Ming Yu asked, his eyes slightly cold.

The man in the green shirt swallowed, and said in a trembling voice, "What do you want to do?"

"Answer my question." Ming Yu let out a deep voice, and his body approached the two of them in an instant, Sen Leng said: "If you dare to hide a word, I promise, I will let you go to accompany your senior brothers and sisters in the next second."

Hearing Ming Yu's warning, the man in green shirt and the other person's hearts were beating wildly, and sweat the size of a bean oozes from their foreheads.

"You..." The man in the green shirt swallowed hard, and said, "You...don't act recklessly, otherwise our Xuanyang Sect will never forgive you."

"Really?" Mingyu smiled jokingly, and said, "You can try it now."

Mingyu was not worried, because he knew that Xuanyangzong disciples dare not lie.

Seeing that Mingyu was not afraid at all, the faces of the two of them stiffened, and a look of horror flashed in their eyes.

If the Zongmen knew that they had cheated their brothers and sisters, they would be severely punished.

"Tell me." Ming Yu snorted coldly, with a chilly aura permeating his body, and the oppressed two couldn't breathe.

"I...we are just following orders. The person who really wants to arrest you is...Senior Brother Yang!" One of the disciples said tremblingly, his eyes filled with fear.

Mingyu's expression changed suddenly, and he asked, "Yang Haoyu?"

The disciple nodded, and said: "Brother Yang Haoyu has practiced "Soul Devouring Art", and his Soul Devouring Spear is even a low-level treasure, with great power, you'd better be careful."

Hearing this, Ming Yu narrowed his eyes and said, "I want to see what he is capable of!"

After finishing the words, Mingyu lifted his feet and walked deep into the mountains.

……

In the mountains, there are towering ancient trees with luxuriant branches and leaves, covering the brilliance of the stars and the moon.

The pitch-black night covers every corner of the mountains, and you can't see your fingers.

Somewhere in the mountains, two disciples were sitting in the grass recuperating and recovering, while chatting.

"Hey! Poor our cultivation, we don't even reach the early stage of Xuanwu Realm, even if we go back, we have no future." One person sighed, quite helplessly.

"Who told Brother Yang to be the only son of the elder? Only he deserves to be called the young master!" Another person echoed.

Listening to their conversation, not long after, a cold murderous intent flashed suddenly.

"Hey~"

The next moment, in the darkness, a blue dagger appeared out of thin air, strangely and swiftly, reaching their throats in the blink of an eye.

"hiss--"

The dagger pierced the skin, the sharp energy stabbed, and the severe pain swept through the whole body, and the two of them suddenly woke up.

"You... who are you?" One person asked in fear.

"You can answer whatever I ask, and if it makes me unhappy, I'll send you back to the west." Ming Yu's cold and heartless voice resounded through the mountains and forests, like a demon in the Nine Netherworld.

"We don't know anything, please let us go." The two pleaded, their faces full of horror, and they completely lost their fighting power.

"Whoosh~"

After saying that, Mingyu flipped his wrist lightly, and the dagger turned into a flash of light and shot through the eyebrows of the two of them.

Mingyu retracted the dagger, and immediately continued to go deep into the mountains.

Deep in the mountains, in a valley, a young man in green robe sat cross-legged on a boulder. His face was pale, blood was dripping all over his body, and he looked embarrassed.

At this moment, he is recovering from his injuries.

This is where the disciples of Xuanyang Sect lived.

Ming Yu sneaked in quietly, without disturbing the young man in green robe, he approached quietly.

Ming Yu poked his head out quietly, listened carefully for a while, and made sure that there was no danger around him, then he slowly approached the young man in green robe.

The green-robed youth was seriously injured, his cheeks were swollen, and his whole body smelled of decay.

He closed his eyes and meditated, unaware that death was approaching.

Mingyu frowned slightly. Living in this world, this kind of person simply pollutes life.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ming Yu took out the elixir and fed it to the young man in green robe, and then used needles to seal his meridians to prevent him from escaping.

After doing this, Mingyu left.

Although Ming Yu is strong, he is only a first-rank alchemist after all, and his strength is not enough. He can't save the green-robed youth at all, and may even cause trouble for his upper body.

Mingyu is not stupid, he naturally knows how to measure.

In the early morning of the next day, when the morning sun shone across the mountains and forests, the entire academy was boiling.

All the new disciples gathered in the square, waiting for the disciples of the Xuanyang Sect to be summoned.

"Mingyu, did you sleep well last night?"

When Mingyu came to the square, a group of people gathered together.

"Very good, why did you all come here?" Ming Yu glanced around and found that there was no sign of Luo Honglian, so he couldn't help asking.

"Oh, do you still remember Junior Sister Luo? She is so beautiful!" a girl said Jiao Didi, looking like a nympho.

Mingyu shook his head and said, "I don't remember."

Luo Honglian's beauty has long been engraved in her heart.

However, Mingyu is not a playboy, and has never had any wrong thoughts.

Ming Yu secretly thought: Luo Honglian may have left Tianxuan City.

"Huh? Mingyu, where did you get your clothes? It fits you well." Suddenly, someone found the clothes on Mingyu's body and couldn't help being shocked.

"Hey, I met Junior Brother Ming Yu yesterday, chatted with him a little bit, and brought him a suit." Another person smiled and said, his tone revealing the intention of flattering.

"Junior Brother Mingyu, these are your clothes, you should put them on quickly." The female disciple handed over a brand new set of clothes.

Seeing the brand-new clothes, Mingyu couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and asked, "Is this new clothes?"

"Yes! I saw that your figure is similar to Senior Brother Yang, so I found one for you. I hope you like it." The female disciple smiled slightly.

"Thank you."

With that said, Mingyu took the clothes.

Mingyu thanked him and began to dress.

After putting it on, Mingyu felt much more comfortable, and his complexion improved a bit. He smiled lightly and said, "You guys go first."

"okay!"

A group of disciples responded one after another, and then walked towards the center of the square, waiting for the call.

"Mingyu!"

Suddenly, a familiar and angry voice came to my ears.

Following the sound, I saw Yang Haoyu leading dozens of people walking quickly, their eyes fixed on Mingyu, their faces full of haze and murderous intent.

Yang Haoyu came over and said viciously: "Stinky boy, let's see how I torture you to death today!"

"Yang Haoyu, this is a struggle between students, I advise you not to intervene, lest you suffer from physical pain." Mingyu said disdainfully.

"Hmph! Stop putting on airs! Even if you are a core disciple, I, Yang Haoyu, still don't pay attention to you!" Yang Haoyu said fiercely.

He clenched his fists violently, his bones cracking.

"You are indeed good. You are worthy of being a rare genius in the Xuanyang Sect."

"But, you are too conceited!"

"Conceited results are often tragic!"

Yang Haoyu's face twitched, he gritted his teeth and said: "You don't need to talk nonsense, since you are looking for death, I will help you!"

After the words fell, Yang Haoyu swung his sword and rushed forward, the speed was very fast, and the sword's edge flickered with cold light.

"Shu~"

"Chila~~"

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Mingyu stretched out his palm, clasped the blade of the sharp sword, twisted it slightly, and the sharp long sword was snatched away and discarded on the ground.

"Bastard!" Yang Haoyu was furious, his body trembled, and the tyrannical force knocked Ming Yu back, and he cursed angrily, "You bastard!"

Yang Haoyu swung his long sword again and attacked Mingyu with a Ling Lie attack.

Not to be outdone, Mingyu went up to the challenge.

Yang Haoyu possesses three-star true energy and is very powerful in combat.

However, against Mingyu of the same level, it is difficult to gain the upper hand.

"Boom~~~"

"Bang bang bang~~~"

In the square, explosions continued, the wind raged, and the aftermath rolled.

The two fought fiercely and were inseparable.

"Mingyu is much stronger than Yang Haoyu, but it's not so easy to beat him." The crowd discussed.

Thousands of people gathered in all directions of the square, each watching.

Yang Haoyu became more and more irritable as the battle progressed, but Mingyu still responded calmly, showing no sign of panic.

"Yang Haoyu, you are too weak!" Mingyu said contemptuously, with the appearance of winning.

"You... how dare you look down on me!" Yang Haoyu was furious, and his killing intent became even stronger.

"If you can beat me, I will lose." Ming Yu smiled proudly, his eyes flickering with murderous intent.

"Bastard!" Yang Haoyu yelled angrily, the surging real energy on his body suppressed Mingyu crazily.

"Buzz-"

"Boom!"

Two terrifying energy ripples spread crazily, causing the surrounding disciples to move away one after another, creating a commotion.

"puff!"

After a brief stalemate, Yang Haoyu spat out a mouthful of blood, and staggered back, with scarlet blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Mingyu stood on the spot, motionless.

"Senior Brother Yang!" All the disciples shouted.

"Cough cough..."

Yang Haoyu coughed violently, and strands of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He was at a disadvantage with a head-on blow just now.

On the other hand, Mingyu was just out of breath and didn't get hurt at all.

Mingyu raised his head slowly, stared at Yang Haoyu, and said solemnly: "Yang Haoyu, you are defeated!"

"Damn it!" Yang Haoyu snorted, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and rushed forward again, wanting to desperately.

"Enough!" At this moment, a majestic and angry voice came from the high platform.

Hearing this voice, Yang Haoyu stopped immediately, not daring to disobey the elder on the high platform.

"Mingyu, Su Yaoyao!"

On the high platform, there were six people in total. Except for the high-ranking Elder Wang, the other five were all core disciples of Xuanyang Sect.

The middle-aged man at the front is Zhao Yunlong, the second-ranked core disciple!
"Meet Elder Zhao!"

"Meet Elder Zhao!"

All the disciples saluted respectfully.

Zhao Yunlong waved his hand and said, "I called you here today mainly because of the test."

"Test?" All the disciples were full of doubts, obviously not knowing the so-called test.

"I will select a group of outstanding disciples to enter the inner sect to practice." Zhao Yunlong continued.

"Enter the inner door!" The expressions of the crowd instantly became agitated, extremely excited.

Although the training conditions for inner disciples are excellent, the competition is extremely cruel.

"Elder Zhao, are you saying that we can enter the inner door?"

"Great! I can finally enter the inner sect to practice!"

"I can not wait any more!"

The crowd was very excited, as if they saw the dawn of entering the inner gate, each one was gearing up.

Zhao Yunlong said: "The inner sect is the sacred place for cultivating core disciples of the Xuanyang sect. No matter how arrogant and domineering you are usually, when you enter the inner sect, you must abide by the rules of the inner sect. If you dare to break the rules, you will be expelled from the Xuanyang sect!"

"Disciple respectfully abide by the instruction!" Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Mingyu, I will kill you with my own hands!" Yang Haoyu roared ferociously.

Mingyu sneered and said, "Yang Haoyu, if you can enter the inner door, then don't say such things again."

"Bastard!" Yang Haoyu roared.

"Yang Haoyu, I am the champion in this newcomer assessment, you are bound to lose."

"Let's wait and see!" Yang Haoyu glared at Mingyu viciously, and immediately left with a group of people resentful.

"Hmph! Yang Haoyu, you talk too much nonsense." Mingyu sneered disdainfully.

Not long after Yang Haoyu left, a young man came to the square, and this person was Liu Yixuan.

"Huh? Junior brother Mingyu is still alive?" Liu Yixuan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Liu Yixuan is at the peak of the three-star True Martial Realm, Yang Haoyu's cousin, and Yang Haoyu's most loyal suitor.

Liu Yixuan once saved Ming Yu's life when he was training abroad.

From then on, Mingyu decided to make friends with Liu Yixuan.

"Ming Yu, I heard that your talent is very high, you are a genius in cultivation, is there such a thing?" Liu Yixuan asked with a indifferent smile, with a coldness hidden deep in his eyes.

Mingyu glanced at Liu Yixuan lightly, and said with a smile: "Haven't you heard about it all, I, Mingyu, am not famous for nothing?"

"Hehe!" Liu Yixuan shook his head and smiled, and said: "Junior brother Mingyu, you have now broken through the ninth level of true martial arts, and you are only half a step away from the peak of true martial arts. What a pity..." (End of this chapter)