"Sir, even if you want to show off your magnanimity, you have to consider us as bodyguards." The rich man in gold robe stopped in front of Mu Nianhua, "If something happens to you, I, the Thousand-faced God of Wealth, will be the one to protect you."
If you have a thousand more faces, your father will be able to pick them off."
"I'm sorry, sir." Mu Nianhua sighed.
"Those who eat this meal will not suffer any consequences. Some of them are just trying their best." The rich man in gold robe looked at the burly man and said in a deep voice, "Crouching tiger! You are determined to fall out with the Mu family.
Already?"
The burly man who was called Crouching Tiger smiled and said, "Yes, what do you dare to do?"
The Thousand-faced God of Wealth is indeed a very powerful figure. When he was young, his family was once very wealthy. Later, the family was persecuted and the Manchu people were exterminated. Only the Thousand-faced God of Wealth survived, thanks to the thousands of people and thousands of people.
However, when it comes to escaping, this martial art is truly unparalleled, but when it comes to killing people, in Crouching Tiger's heart, it is worthless.
"If you think you can escape the pursuit of five reincarnations by just changing your face, you are too underestimated by He. Just now you said that I have everything in my sleeve, but what if I really know how to have everything in my sleeve?" Qian
The God of Fortune opened his sleeves and raised his head slightly.
Crouching Tiger narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the mustachioed swordsman.
The Universe in the Sleeve is just a martial art, and martial arts alone cannot scare them. But the Universe in the Sleeve also represents a person.
That person is the most unreasonable person in the world.
That person also owns the only city in the world that can compete with Shanglin Tiangong.
"Are you scaring me?" Crouching Tiger raised his eyebrows.
The Thousand-faced God of Wealth is still smiling: "I'm just giving Mr. Crouching Tiger a choice."
"Be careful!" the mustachioed swordsman suddenly shouted in surprise.
Crouching Tiger turned his head suddenly and saw a small knife coming from the side, slicing the wrists of several Qingmingyuan disciples and forcing Crouching Tiger to face the door.
"The ghost knife is paving the way!" Crouching Tiger shouted, stretched out two fingers, and clamped the knife, "Mr. Long, this is too much."
The old man with white beard and hair walked out of the cabin. The old man was muscular and tall. Standing next to Mu Nianhua, he was half a head taller than him. He looked at Crouching Tiger and his voice sounded like a bell: "Lie!"
Tiger, you went too far."
Crouching Tiger shook his head and flicked back the flying knife with two fingers. The old man took a step forward, waved his right sleeve violently and put the knife back into his sleeve.
Crouching Tiger's face looked a little uncertain: "After Mr. Long came down from the mountain, his skill remained the same as before."
Behind Crouching Tiger, more than a dozen Qingmingyuan disciples knelt down on their knees at the same time: "Disciple pays homage to the teacher!"
Crouching Tiger didn't care about this. It was common sense for a disciple to value affection and respect his teacher. It was also natural for a killer to take someone's life without reason. There was no contradiction between the two. Even if the old man in front of him had once
He is the teaching elder of Qingmingyuan. As long as he dares to block the way, Crouching Tiger will still dare to draw his sword.
The old man sighed softly: "I no longer go to Lin Tiangong, so I can't afford to be a teacher."
The dozen Qingmingyuan disciples buried their heads deeper, and no one dared to respond to these words. Only the Crouching Tiger was still sitting on the tiger skin recliner, looking at the old man with a sneer: "The First Master has always cared about Mr. Long.
Qianjiyuan has been keeping tight-lipped about the current situation of Qianjiyuan. Unexpectedly, he went to the Mu family to make offerings. If you are short of money, you might as well tell us that the elders of Qingmingyuan are the guards of businessmen. The first one knows
I’m afraid I will be even more disappointed.”
"I heard that you have become the deputy chairperson of Qingmingyuan?" Elder Long suddenly asked.
Crouching Tiger was stunned: "So what?"
"He's still the same kid he was back then, and he's still the same as the deputy seat. He's still so rude. The more arrogant a person is, the more fearful he is in his heart..."
"That's enough." Crouching Tiger stood up and raised the surprisingly large golden-backed machete. "I'm stronger than you now, and I don't need to listen to your preaching. I respect you and call you Dragon."
Lao, give the kid from the Mu family behind you one last chance to hand over the person I want. After we get ashore, we will walk on the road, each side."
"Be careful, Young Master, please step back!" Mr. Long whispered.
The Thousand-faced God of Wealth jumped out at this moment and attacked Crouching Tiger.
Crouching Tiger sneered, and suddenly swung the long sword in his hand. The sword wind was so vast and surging that it actually forced all the disciples around him to take a few steps back. The Thousand-faced God of Wealth waved his sleeves violently, shattering the sword wind, and directly
He took hold of the blade.
"What's in the Sleeve?" Crouching Tiger suddenly raised his knife and swung out the Thousand-faced God of Wealth. The Thousand-faced God of Wealth fell beside Mu Nianhua. The long sleeves on both sides had been shattered, and his hands were trembling slightly: "As expected.
The deputy seat of Qingmingyuan is indeed extraordinary."
Crouching Tiger slammed the knife on the ground. He held the handle of the knife with his right hand and stretched out a finger with his left hand towards the Thousand-faced God of Wealth and shook it: "I only need one move to deal with you."
"Young Master, please step aside for the time being. When we get ashore, I will inform the family master of the matter and seek justice for the Mu family." Mr. Long put his hands in his sleeves and played with the knives, but he knew very well in his heart.
Even if he takes action, nothing will change.
"Two gentlemen, please step back. There is no need to make unnecessary sacrifices. But I promised others that unless I die, then my Mu family will protect him until the end. So if I die to protect them now, the Mu family will also count.
Once you fulfill your promise, you don't need to interfere in the rest of the matter. If they want to take people away, let them take them." Mu Nianhua raised his sword and took a step forward.
"Since the young master also knows that this is a meaningless sacrifice, then why is the young master so persistent?" Elder Long asked.
"Because I have made a promise, and credibility is the most important thing for a business person." Mu Nianhua smiled and said.
Mr. Long sighed softly: "No wonder the head of the family and the old man value you so much. If so, then Mr. Long will protect you even if he sacrifices his life."
"Are you done?" Crouching Tiger pressed his hands on the handle of the knife, "It's just the three of you, right? It only takes one stick of incense to finish. Stop talking nonsense and come on."
"No. There are still us." A clear voice came. Mu Nianhua turned his head and saw Su Baiyi, dressed in white and holding a long sword, walking out, and Nangong Xi'er, who was dressed in purple and had a peerless appearance.
"Senior sister, I told you a long time ago that I have made a good friend. Although he looks lustful, he is actually a very good person." Su Baiyi smiled proudly.
Nangong Xi'er patted Su Baiyi's head: "It's obviously you who plotted against others and made it difficult for the dignified young head of the Mu family to get off."
Chapter completed!