Landing in the Fantastic World

Duanmu Qingling was stunned. She had seen many young men. In front of her, they were all like modest gentlemen, wanting to say a few more words to her.    

Who was like Mu Yu? He did not even look at her and impatiently prepared to attack.    

However, this thought only flashed across her mind. She activated the Spiritual Force in her body and immediately entered a battle state.    

The sword in Duanmu Qingling's hand was unsheathed in an instant.    

It emitted a star-like radiance and light spots flowed on the surface of the sword.    

In the next moment, she displayed her agile movement technique. Like an oriole, she flew into the air and attacked Mu Yu.    

"Nine plum blossoms!"    

Duanmu Qingling used this move once again.    

As the sword radiance condensed and formed, nine huge plum blossom seals appeared around Mu Yu's body.    

Each plum blossom seal contained a powerful Spiritual Force.    

Mu Yu's figure flashed slightly, and the nine plum blossom seals brushed past him without causing him any harm.    

Duanmu Qingling's combat experience was also very rich. After the nine plum blossoms did not work, her next wave of attack followed closely.    

Her agile movement technique made her leave behind afterimages in the air, making it difficult to distinguish where she was.    

The sword in her hand stabbed towards Mu Yu's shoulder like a ghost.    

The corner of Mu Yu's mouth raised slightly. The moment the sword stabbed towards him, his finger lightly flicked the tip of her sword.    

Her sword suddenly trembled violently. The hand that held the sword was shaken until it became numb. She almost could not hold the sword anymore.    

"It really is as Big Sister Xu said. He is really very strong!"    

Duanmu Qingling was secretly shocked in her heart and her body instantly retreated several feet.    

She pulled a relatively safe distance away from Mu Yu.    

Mu Yu did not immediately counterattack. He just stood on the spot with his arms crossed over his chest.    

He also wanted to see what other tricks Duanmu Qingling had up her sleeve.    

"I didn't expect Qingling to be at a disadvantage in front of this kid from the Northwest Spiritual Academy."    

In the audience seating area of the Duanmu family, a middle-aged man from the Duanmu family said with a surprised expression on his face.    

"The Northwest Spiritual Academy was able to recruit such a monstrous genius. What luck."    

"But Qingling's true strength is far more than that. You have to know that she has received the inheritance of the Qin Devil. Her sword skills are not her forte."    

"However, if she wants to defeat this kid, I'm afraid that she will have to reveal all of her strength in advance."    

An old woman beside the middle-aged man said indifferently. Duanmu Qingling was brought up by her since she was young and she knew her better than anyone else.    

On the stage.    

Duanmu Qingling looked at the motionless Mu Yu. Her brows slightly knitted as she said in a clear voice, "You clearly have the upper hand. Why are you still so modest towards me?"    

"Could it be that you feel that a little girl like me, with weak strength, is not worth your attention?"    

Mu Yu said faintly, "You have not used your full strength. If I take the initiative to attack, I am afraid I will fall into your trap."    

Duanmu Qingling laughed and said, "I am not as cunning as you think. But I did not use all my strength."    

"Originally, I was prepared to conserve my strength and use it to deal with the Son of the Fire God. I didn't expect your strength to be so powerful. I have to use my full strength in advance."    

"Come on."    

Mu Yu curled his finger slightly and said faintly, "You don't need to conserve your strength in front of me. If you can defeat me, then defeating the Son of the Fire God will be a piece of cake."    

"You are really confident!"    

Duanmu Qingling pouted and said playfully, "You don't even put the son of the Fire God in your eyes. You are the first person I have seen."    

After saying that, Duanmu Qingling did not continue to speak nonsense and a scarlet red Wutong Wood Zither appeared in her hands.    

She crossed her legs and sat down. Her fingers gently slid across the Guqin and a melodious sound of Guqin echoed in the surroundings.