Chapter 603 The God of Craftsman Arrives

"Boss Zhou, be careful!" Seeing this scene, Cao Feiyu and the others all murmured inwardly, and looked at Zhou Ran worriedly.

No one expected that Zhang Xingyong would attack Zhou Ran because of such a trivial matter. As a ninth-rank grand master, Zhou Ran was only a freshman, and Zhou Ran would at least be seriously injured by one blow.

Fan Yiwen sneered endlessly. Before that, he had to admit that Zhou Ran was amazingly talented, but judging from what Master meant, it seemed that he wanted to break Zhou Ran's Dao heart through this move.

Once the Dao heart is broken, it will be difficult for Zhou Ran to achieve any achievements in his cultivation from now on.

Compared with his previous humiliation of being rejected in public, Zhang Xingyong's move undoubtedly gave him a bad breath.

Wang Yan never expected that Zhang Xingyong would attack a freshman completely regardless of his status as a ninth-rank master. By the time he realized it, it was already too late, and he could only watch helplessly as the energy slashed towards Zhou Ran. .

"Uncle!" Yi Aotong called softly, worry written all over his face.

She cursed furiously in her heart, the dignified Ninth Grade Grandmaster took action against a freshman, wouldn't it be afraid of being ridiculed if it spread?

Zhang Xingyong looked cold, compared to being ridiculed by others, he wanted to nip this potential threat in the bud.

"Kneel down for me!" Zhang Xingyong couldn't help shouting angrily again seeing that energy had reached Zhou Ran.

At this moment, a powerful aura that shook everyone's souls enveloped the entire auditorium.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of real yuan horse turned into a stream of light and ran towards Zhou Ran. Just when the energy was about to hit Zhou Ran, the real energy horse came in the blink of an eye and dispersed the energy in the air.

"This is?" Feeling the vast aura that penetrated into mountains and seas, many teachers and students in the auditorium showed horror on their faces.

Zhang Xingyong couldn't help showing a dignified expression, the powerful aura just now was without a doubt the gift of a congenital monk.

He raised his head and looked forward, but saw a figure slowly flying in from the direction of the door.

"Innate monk!"

Seeing this, the students in the auditorium all stared at the figure with wide-eyed shock.

Prior to this, the strongest in the auditorium were Principal Wang Yan and Master Zhang Xingyong, but both of them were only ninth-rank grand masters. Everyone understands that these are just empty words, and it is no joke that if you don't enter the innate, you will end up as an ant.

"Who is this person?"

"Grey hair, so handsome!"

"And he doesn't seem to be over thirty years old. Such a young talent should be very famous. Why haven't I heard of it before?"

Many students discussed in low voices with excited expressions.

Facing the innate monks, they were instinctively in awe, but not afraid.

This is Yu'an Cultivation University, even if you are a congenital monk, if you dare to mess around here, you will definitely be hunted down by the net.

Seeing him floating on the stage, Wang Yan hurriedly looked at the gray-haired innate cultivator with a solemn expression and said respectfully, "Wang Yan, the principal of Yu'an Practice University, I don't know why senior is here?"

After all, he is the principal, even if he has the backing of a huge network, he still needs to be extremely cautious, not afraid of ten thousand but just in case.

Before the gray-haired youth could answer, Zhang Xingyong at the side said excitedly: "Disciple pays homage to master!"

for a moment,

Both Principal Wang Yan and many teachers and students in the auditorium froze in place.

Zhang Xingyong has repeatedly mentioned in public that he was taught by the craftsman god Mu Yu, and he regards himself as his apprentice. It is precisely because of this that he can have a status no worse than that of a congenital monk with the strength of a ninth-rank master.

Zhang Xingyong called that young man with gray hair Master, that is to say, that young man with gray hair is the legendary craftsman god Mu Yu!

hiss!

After thinking through all this, many students in the auditorium all looked dull.

It is said that the whereabouts of Mu Yu, the God of Craftsman, are so mysterious that even many innate monks could not find his whereabouts, but today, they actually saw him.

The one in front of me is the one who can refine spirit weapons, this is the real legend!

Before that, they all thought that Mu Yu would be an old man, but the gray-haired young man in front of them obviously subverted everyone's imagination.

"It turned out to be Master!" Fan Yiwen looked extremely excited.

He had heard countless legends about the master from his master Zhang Xingyong, and he was lucky enough to meet the real person today.

Master was already a congenital cultivator a few years ago. I am afraid that no one knows what level of strength he has reached now, but just because he can refine congenital spiritual weapons is enough to show that even among many congenital cultivators, Shigong is extremely powerful The presence.

For a moment, Fan Yiwen was full of confidence.

With the teacher around, what kind of genius, what kind of beauty, is not worth mentioning.

"This son of a bitch is really Mu Yu's apprentice!" Cao Feiyu cursed in a low voice, his face full of worry.

"Boss Zhou is really in big trouble this time." Zhang Xuezhi looked bitter.

"Master, what is the purpose of your coming to see me?" Zhang Xingyong asked Mu Yu with a flattering smile.

Before he said that he was the apprentice of Mu Yu, the craftsman god, many people still didn't believe it, but with today's incident, the fact that he is Mu Yu's apprentice will spread throughout Huaguo, and his status will definitely be further improved by then. improve.

But what made Zhang Xingyong a little puzzled was that the master had always been cold by nature, why would he suddenly come to him?

"Master?" Hearing what Zhang Xingyong said, Mu Yu sneered.

Zhang Xingyong's expression was astonished, he looked at Mu Yu and knelt down in fear, and said, "Master, if this disciple has done something wrong, please forgive me, Master."

He could be what he is today, all thanks to the words "apprentice of Mu Yu, the craftsman god", otherwise, there would be many ninth-rank great masters in the entire Hua Kingdom, and several of them would have his current reputation and status.

Just because he knew this very well, Zhang Xingyong had already confessed his mistake without waiting for Mu Yu to question him.

Seeing this scene, the people in the auditorium did not intend to make fun of Zhang Xingyong at all. In front of Mu Yu, a legendary monk, it is not shameful to admit his mistakes voluntarily.

"Zhang Xingyong, I just gave you a few pointers on a whim, but you always mention me as your master! When did I say that I would be your master?" Mu Yu snorted coldly.

Zhang Xingyong's smile froze when he knelt on the ground.

Only then did he remember that Mu Yu had never said that he would be his master.

It is a fact that Mu Yu gave him advice. When he told the outside world, he gradually described these kindness as a teacher-student relationship with the passage of time, but in fact, Mu Yu never said that To take him as a disciple.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xingyong couldn't help but look respectfully at Mu Yu and said: "Although senior didn't accept me as an apprentice, in my heart, I have already regarded senior as a mentor."

Hearing this, a sneer appeared on the corner of Mu Yu's mouth and said, "A trash like you also wants to worship me, Mu Yu, as a teacher, do you deserve it?"