Mu Bei held the opponent's wrist and exerted force with his five fingers.
The woman in yellow, with her delicate skin and tender flesh, suddenly let out a cry of pain and loosened her grip on the form.
Mu Bei grabbed the form in his hand and threw the opponent away.
The woman in yellow was shocked and angry, and shouted: "That's Master Pang's refining room, don't let me put it down!"
Mu Bei didn't bother to pay attention to her and walked to the weapon refining room according to the form.
The woman in yellow rushed out, stopped Mu Bei and said: "Are you deaf?! What I said was that you..."
Mu Bei raised his hand and slapped him.
Snap!
There was a loud slap in the face, and the woman in yellow was kicked away and slammed into the counter. Her hair was immediately disheveled.
Struggling to stand up, blood gushed out from her mouth and nose, and she screamed crazily: "Ahhhhh! How dare you hit me!"
She jumped towards Mu Bei hysterically and grabbed Mu Bei's cheek.
Mu Bei grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up: "Believe it or not, I will kill you directly?"
His eyes were cold.
This woman had a bad service attitude and was just sarcastic. Her attitude towards the young man in black robe was completely different from that of him. He didn't bother to care about it. However, the weapon refining room where he had already completed the formalities actually decided on his own.
Leave it to the young man in Xuanpao!
He can't bear this!
When he is a soft persimmon, you can pinch him as much as you want.
The woman in yellow suddenly trembled.
Mu Bei has been fighting all the way over the years, and his temperament is completely different from that of ordinary monks. At this moment, a cold expression made the woman in yellow feel as if she was facing a god of death.
"You, you..."
Her voice was trembling and her face showed fear.
Mu Bei threw her away and smashed her into the counter.
Some monks in the pavilion were stunned. Zhuxian Pavilion was the property of Qi Sect, and Qi Zong was the second largest force in the starry sky. Mu Bei actually dared to hurt people like this in Zhuxian Pavilion.
How courageous!
Mu Bei walked towards the refining room he booked.
The face of the young man in black robe darkened.
Seeing this, the young man in a short shirt stopped Mu Bei and said, "Boy, this weapon refining room belongs to my young master! Do you know who my young master is? He is a direct descendant of the Pang family, so he must give up the weapon refining room! Otherwise, today,
If you can’t eat it, you’ll have to walk around!”
Mu Bei kicked the young man in a short shirt in the abdomen.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the young man in a short shirt flew more than three feet away like a dog eating shit, hit his head against a pillar, and vomited blood.
"ah!"
He screamed, covering his stomach with his hands and rolling on the ground, with blood pouring from his mouth.
The face of the young man in Xuanpao turned completely gloomy. He walked towards Mubei step by step and said in a ferocious voice: "The people who robbed my weapon refining room and hurt me think that I, Pang Tong, was made by a rice ball?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sword came at a high speed and pointed straight between his eyebrows.
Qing Feng Sword.
Pang Tong suddenly changed color and stopped in his tracks.
Mu Bei looked at him: "Say one more thing?"
Pang Tong's face turned ferocious, and just as he was about to speak, the Qing Feng Sword stabbed forward.
laugh!
There was a soft sound, and the sharp sword suddenly penetrated three points of the flesh.
Blood overflowed from the tip of the sword, leaving the center of his eyebrows along the bridge of his nose.
Pang Tong trembled and stared at Mu Bei.
"What's the fuss about?!"
A middle-aged man in brocade robes came out and shouted with a stern face.
"Deacon Liu is here."
A monk whispered.
The woman in yellow rushed over, grabbed the arm of the middle-aged man in brocade robe, pointed at Mu Bei and screamed: "Uncle, he hit me! Kill him quickly! You must kill him!"
The middle-aged man in Jinpao's face turned cold. Seeing that Mu Bei pointed his sword at Pang Tong, the direct descendant of the Pang family, his eyes became even colder: "You are very courageous to cause trouble in my Zhuxian Pavilion!"
As he walked toward Mubei, his Xuanxian realm momentum was clearly revealed.
Mu Bei found out why the woman in yellow dared to be so lazy and arrogant as a waiter. It turned out that she was the niece of the deacon of Zhuxian Pavilion.
"As a deacon of a pavilion, why don't you ask?"
He looked at the middle-aged man in brocade robes.
The middle-aged man in Jinpao had a stern look on his face: "No matter what the reason is, if you beat my niece and do it in my Zhuxian Pavilion, you will not escape death!"
Mu Bei chuckled.
This gesture made the middle-aged man in brocade robe look even colder. He instantly appeared in front of Mu Bei and directly raised his hand to grab Mu Bei's throat.
Mu Bei punched out.
The middle-aged man in brocade robes said coldly: "You dare to fight back even in the realm of Immortal Dao, it's like an earthworm shaking a tree!"
The next moment, the fists and claws collided together.
Bang!
There was a muffled sound, and the middle-aged man in brocade robe stepped back.
It wasn't until he took seven steps away and bumped his back against a pillar that he stabilized his body.
Looking at Mu Bei again, a look of shock appeared on his face.
He is a strong man in the eighth level of Xuanxian, but he was knocked back more than three feet by the immortal-level Mu Bei's punch. How is this possible?!
Mu Bei looked at him: "It's just an immortal level, what are you surprised about?"
The middle-aged man in Jinpao had a ferocious look on his face: "You are looking for death!"
The aura of the Eighth Level Xuanxian suddenly surged. He stared at Mu Bei with a sinister look and was about to take action.
"Stop it!"
A cold sound sounded, and a woman in black skirt walked in from outside Zhuxin Pavilion.
Then, he walked straight to Mu Bei.
"Mr. Mu!"
She hugged Mubei's fists.
Mu Bei's eyes moved slightly: "It's you."
This woman in black skirt was the same Mu Lin whom he rescued in the Ancient Mine of the Dead a few days ago. He never expected to meet her again in this place.
"Young Master and I are destined." She smiled and had a cheerful temperament, and then asked: "Young Master Mu, what is going on?"
Mu Bei said casually.
Mu Lin's pretty face turned cold, and he looked at the middle-aged man in brocade robes and said, "To treat guests arrogantly regardless of the reason, is this the way this Zhuxian Pavilion treats guests?!"
As he said that, he looked at the woman in yellow: "You neglect your guests, disrespect your etiquette, and change the procedures privately. Do you think Zhuxian Pavilion is opened by your family?!"
The woman in yellow said sharply: "What does it have to do with you bitch?! Who do you think you are? How dare you point fingers at Zhuxian Pavilion!"
Mu Lin raised his hand and with a wave of divine power, he instantly restrained her in front of him and slapped her in the face.
This slap was a bit harsher than Mu Bei's, and it sent her flying more than three feet, and several teeth mixed with blood fell out.
"Ah!" She screamed, as if she was crazy: "Uncle, kill her, kill her together! Kill them all!"
The middle-aged man in Jinpao already had a grim look on his face, but this woman dared to beat his niece in front of him.
He stepped in front of Mu Lin and slapped Mu Lin with a fierce palm.
Mu Lin kicked out, arriving first and sending the middle-aged man flying three feet away, smashing a yellow wooden table into pieces.
The middle-aged man in brocade robe struggled to stand up, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Mu Lin in shock and anger: "You are a cultivator in the Earthly Immortal Realm!"
The Earthly Immortal Realm is stronger than him!
He stared at Mu Lin: "Based on your cultivation in the Earthly Immortal Realm, you dare not to put me in the Immortal Building Pavilion in your eyes? You are too self-righteous!"
Saying this, he summoned a military guard to report to the elder of Zhuxian Pavilion.
The elder has a true fairyland cultivation level!
Wuwei did not dare to neglect and went to report it immediately.
In a blink of an eye, an old man in gray robe walked out.
The middle-aged man in brocade robes came forward and looked at Mu Bei and Mu Lin: "Mr. Li, these two people are openly causing trouble in our Zhuxian Pavilion. They are so audacious!"
As he spoke, he pointed directly at Mu Lin and said: "Especially her, relying on her cultivation in the Earthly Immortal Realm, she is very domineering. She doesn't put my Immortal Building Pavilion in her eyes at all, and wantonly slanders and humiliates her. It's extremely hateful! Please ask Mr. Li to take action to suppress it.
Kill them both to enhance the power of my Immortal Building Pavilion!"
Mr. Li, who was about eighty years old, looked at Mu Bei and Mu Lin, his eyes had changed slightly.
Walking quickly to Mu Lin, he bowed slightly and said, "Miss Mu, why didn't you let me know that you were here?"