Mu Bei looked at Xu Yong strangely: "He can't hurt me, but Commander Xu, do you recognize me?"
"It's fine if you're not injured." Xu Yong explained with a smile: "That's it, the city lord told his subordinates that if they see Mr. Mu while patrolling the streets, they must say goodbye to Mr. Mu. If Mr. Mu is free, please come.
I’m a guest at the City Lord’s Mansion.”
Mu Bei understood immediately. Thinking about it, Mo Qianyuan told Xu Yong something about him and told him to be polite and respectful when meeting him, so Xu Yong would stand on his side and treat the seventh master harshly.
"City Lord Mo is too polite and asked Commander Xu to tell City Lord Mo that Mu Bei will definitely go to the City Lord's mansion to make trouble when he has free time."
Mubei Road.
"Okay, okay, I will convey Mr. Mu's words to the Lord of the City."
Xu Yong is very polite.
Mu Bei smiled and said, "Is there anything else? If there is nothing else, I will go back."
"No, no, no, Mr. Mu, please!"
Xu Yong turned sideways and raised his hand, making a gesture of invitation.
Mu Bei nodded to Xu Yong and walked towards Mu's Mansion.
Soon, Mu Bei returned to his small courtyard. After a simple meal and rest, he made a medicinal bath and soaked himself in the medicinal bath again.
With a unique sword and medicinal bath, his bones were polished and tempered in all directions, and they became stronger continuously.
The sky quickly darkened and the medicinal bath had long ended. He came to the yard and practiced Sword Seventy-Two with the Suzaku Sword.
The Suzaku Sword, which is close to the thousand-refined level, can be swung with ease, like an extension of the body. Using it to wield the Seventy-Two Swords is the icing on the cake.
Keng!
The sound of the sword is like a roar of a red bird, the shadow of the sword is illusory, and the light of the sword is vertical and horizontal.
It wasn't until early in the morning that he stopped practicing and went inside to rest.
In the following days, he took a medicinal bath in the morning, studied some special techniques obtained from Yi Jian in the afternoon, and practiced Sword Seventy-Two in the evening.
In the blink of an eye, another three days passed. His cultivation was approaching the middle stage of the Bone Forging Realm, and Sword Seventy-Two had reached the third major perfection.
"Got to make money."
That night, he looked at the sky and muttered to himself.
After buying the Vermillion Bird Sword, he was already penniless, and the body-tempering medicinal bath he had prepared before had been used up and had to be repurchased. Now he was in urgent need of silver.
The stars dotted the night, and he stood in the yard, thinking about how to make money quickly and effectively.
"call out!"
Suddenly, with the air hissing, three rays of cold light penetrated from outside the hospital.
These are three dark arrows, one arrow connected to the other, with an astonishing speed.
Mu Bei drew his sword with lightning speed, and the Suzaku sword flashed with light, causing a shadow of the sword to draw a circular sword arc in the air.
Click, click, click, the three arrows were cut off one after another and fell to the ground.
Outside the courtyard, a low exclamation came from a big tree, and then, three figures sprang out from the lush branches and flew into the distance.
This small courtyard was located in a corner at the edge of the Mu Mansion. Mu Bei climbed up the courtyard wall and walked out of the Mu Mansion with a leap, chasing after the three figures.
Half a quarter of an hour later, he caught up with the three and stopped them.
These are three men in black with their faces covered, and their faces cannot be seen.
"Kill with all your strength!"
Unable to avoid it, the three of them drew their long swords at the same time, and with a large sword light in the night, they jointly attacked Mubei.
They are all at the pinnacle of bone forging!
Mu Bei took his time and swung his Suzaku Sword seventy-two times, creating twenty-four sword shadows.
The swords and lights intertwined, fierce and mysterious!
At the moment of the confrontation, three long knives broke and a head flew out.
"retreat!"
The other two men in black fled quickly.
Mu Bei kicked the handle of the broken knife at his feet, and the broken knife shot out, piercing one of them with a pop.
At the same time, he rushed up at great speed, knocked the other man in black to the ground with his scabbard, and stepped on his chest with his foot.
"Who are you? Why have you come to kill me?"
He looked down at the man and lifted his veil.
This is a middle-aged man, about forty years old.
"Kill if you want!"
The middle-aged man has gloomy eyes and no fear.
Mu Bei looked at the middle-aged man: "Answer my questions honestly, and I may consider not killing you."
The middle-aged man spat: "I have gone through all kinds of cruel training since I was ten years old. You can't even think of asking a single word from me. Kill me as you please!"
"Dead warrior?" Mu Bei said softly: "Just right, I have recently studied some special techniques, let me try them on you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed more than a dozen key points on the opponent's body one after another.
The middle-aged man trembled violently for an instant, and then, within two breaths, he let out an extremely shrill scream.
"You...what did you do to me? Ah!"
The middle-aged face was spasmodic, with red and black blood spots appearing, the limbs were twisted and deformed, and the bones made the sound of being crushed by heavy objects.
"Answer my question honestly, or the pain will continue for three days and three nights, until your body is twisted into a ball of broken bones and flesh."
Mubei Road.
There are many strange spells overflowing from the divine sword, one of which is called [Heart-eating Hand], which draws the blood and energy by blocking ten key points and performs self-destructive destruction.
This method twists the flesh, muscles, and bones until the flesh, muscles, and bones are shattered and the blood energy disappears, then it will stop.
This process is extremely painful, will become more and more painful, lasts for a long time, and is millions of times more terrifying than ordinary torture.
The middle-aged man's screams became more and more shrill, and within ten breaths he let out a sigh of relief: "I'm telling you! I'm telling you everything! Please stop!"
Mu Bei tapped the opponent's neck with the scabbard of his sword, and then the magic was released: "Tell me."
The severe pain disappeared, and the middle-aged man took a few breaths before saying, "The patriarch sent us here."
"Which clan leader?"
"Li Pei!"
Middle-aged way.
Mu Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, and it turned out to be Li Pei.
Because he humiliated Fan Li Ziyan and the Li family by writing the word "divorce" on the marriage contract, the other party held a grudge, so he sent someone to kill him?
It shouldn't be, just for this reason, it seems that it can't be done.
"Why kill me?"
he asked the middle-aged man.
Because of the severe pain from the Heart-Eating Hand, the middle-aged man's voice became hoarse: "I don't know, the patriarch only asked us to kill you without mentioning the reason."
Mu Bei swung his sword, and the middle-aged head flew away.
"Li Pei, you are quite interesting."
He glanced at the Li family's mansion from a distance. It seemed that this matter needed to be investigated.
The sword returned to its sheath and he simply disposed of the bodies of the three men in black. Not long after, he returned to the Mufu.
The night passed quickly, and the gentle sunshine shone from the sky to the earth.
In one night, Mu Bei found a good way to make money. At the same time, he also thought of a way to investigate why Li Pei sent someone to kill him.