"Now that the Mu family has given their answer, there's no need to wait any longer, right?" The burly man sitting on the tiger-skin recliner yawned and said lazily, "Wen Ze?"
Wen Ze lowered his head slightly, hesitated for a moment and then sighed softly: "Don't go too far."
"I know, I promise you, at least the boat can't be hit, and we still have to go ashore." The burly man climbed up from the deck chair, grabbed the gold-backed machete beside him, and said, "Let's go."
"Yes." Behind him, nineteen Qingmingyuan disciples shouted at the same time. Such a group of people walked out of the room in a mighty manner, and the two disciples walking at the end were carrying the tiger skin recliner, and the group
When they arrived outside the cabin, the two disciples put down the deck chair, and the burly man lay down on it again and yawned: "Let the Mu family come out. Since you have admitted this matter, you have to come out and carry it."
"Mu has been waiting for a long time." A man jumped down from the mast. It turned out that he had been sitting on top watching the scenery. Mu Nianhua was wearing white clothes, with a golden belt tied around his waist, and holding a handle in his hand.
Xiuya's long sword looked at the assassins of Qingmingyuan in front of her with a calm expression and an extraordinary demeanor.
But there was no one behind him.
"Are you alone?" The burly man held his chin with his hand and looked at Mu Nianhua in front of him with interest.
"Whatever I take on will be taken care of by me." Mu Nianhua said calmly, "Is there any problem?"
In the cabin, the people of the Mu family had already gathered there. They originally planned to rush forward to help their young master, but they were stopped by shopkeeper Yan. Mu Nianhua had told him before that there must not be any children of the Mu family because of this.
An innocent person died.
"Go to Tianzifang and invite those two gentlemen!" Shopkeeper Yan said to Naluo.
Naraku nodded hurriedly and ran towards the Tianzi Room.
The burly man looked at Mu Nianhua and laughed: "You are very interesting. I don't know if your swordsmanship can hold up to this meaning. Viper, go ahead."
"Yes." A thin man walked out from the crowd. His eyes were cold, a bit like a snake.
Mu Nianhua nodded and said with a smile: "Mu Nianhua, please enlighten me."
The Viper sneered. After all, the rich man was a rich man. He was clearly on the line between life and death, but he thought it was just a martial arts showdown. He didn't return the favor and directly pressed his hand on the handle of the knife.
Then I felt a gust of wind blowing in my face.
And the extremely small sound of a sharp instrument cutting flesh.
The burly man who was half-lying suddenly sat up, his eyes narrowed slightly. He was not angry, but a little happy. After all, after sitting on the boat for so long, he finally encountered something interesting. If the opponent was just a
It would be too boring to kill a guy with a sword.
The young man named Viper opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't believe what was happening in front of him. Mu Nianhua, who was in front of him just now, had disappeared. He looked down at his right hand.
He was dripping with blood, and the tendon of his hand was directly severed by a sword. He was afraid that he would not be able to hold a sword for at least a year.
Mu Nianhua stood behind the viper, his white clothes flying, pointing his sword directly at the burly man: "Come here."
"Okay! What a sword!" The burly man suddenly slapped his thigh and cheered for Mu Nianhua, "Which of you saw clearly?"
A swordsman with a mustache standing next to the burly man said: "It is the Shengjing swordsmanship of Xiling swordsman Gong Yuluo. This sword is also Gong Yuluo's white jade sword. He reached out for the handle when Viper reached out.
He took action at once."
"Gong Yuluo..." The burly man nodded, "It's a resounding name. Boy, are you his disciple?"
"So what?" Mu Nianhua raised his sword gently.
"Even if Gong Yuluo was standing here, he wouldn't dare to point his sword at me like this." The burly man picked up the heavy sword.
"My master said that there are only four kinds of people he will not raise his sword against. One is a hero who acts chivalrously and righteously, the other is a good official who loves the people as his own son, the third is the soldiers who protect the family and the country, and the fourth is ordinary people. I
I feel that you do not belong to any category, so what you said is wrong. If Master dares to raise his sword to you, so will I." Mu Nianhua spoke calmly.
"It's a pity. I thought the Mu family was so rich that most of the children they raised would be trash. But you are very good, with good swordsmanship and good temperament. You will be a great person in the future, but it's a pity that there is no future." The burly man said with a gesture.
He was about to stand up, but was stopped by the swordsman with a mustache: "Boss, you are too impatient, but a white jade sword, even if Gong Yuluo is standing here, is not worth your while."
The burly man lay back down angrily: "My hands are really itchy after being stuck in this broken ship for so long."
"Dafeng, Jinhou, you two go." The mustachioed swordsman called, and two masked swordsmen came out from behind. Unlike the other people, these two people were completely covered.
, with only one pair of eyes showing, a bit fierce.
"Boring." The burly man cursed in a low voice.
"Interesting things cost too much." The mustache swordsman said calmly.
The Mu Nianhua in front of me is really good in swordsmanship, definitely better than most of the Qingmingyuan disciples. Among these people, the swordsmanship of Dafeng and Jinhou is only average, but they are very special and are particularly suitable for use.
Fighting swords with Mu Nianhua.
Because although Mu Nianhua's swordsmanship is very good, he rarely participates in real battles at first glance, and Dafeng and Jinhou use poisonous swords. When Mu Nianhua fights against them, he will catch them if he is not careful.
Sure enough, after Da Feng and Jin Roar drew out their swords at the same time, Mu Nianhua raised his sword to meet him, only to find that a burst of black mist circled the sword body and rushed towards him. He started to step back and swung his sword fiercely.
He seemed to want to disperse the black mist, but after swiping a few times, he found that the black mist was getting wider and wider, and was about to bury his entire body in it.
"A trick, a little plan." A golden robe suddenly appeared beside Mu Nianhua. The man waved his long sleeves and dispersed the black mist completely.
The burly man pressed the handle of the knife with one hand, his expression became extremely serious in an instant, and he gritted his teeth and said: "There is a lot in your sleeve!"
The mustachioed swordsman quickly shook his head: "It's not that the universe is hidden in one's sleeves. If it's really the universe that's hidden in one's sleeves, then the Mu family won't be afraid of us at all on the Golden Wind."
"What is that?" the burly man asked confused.
The rich man in gold robe lifted his belt, swung his long sleeves, and said with a kind smile: "My sleeves are empty."
The burly man was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to relax. He lay down again and said with a smile, "It turns out to be the Thousand-faced God of Wealth. It's been a long time."