Chapter 13 Murong

Mu Zifeng is not a real warrior in the blood exchange, so after injuring more than ten people, he also felt that his strength was weak. At this moment, he heard the roar at the foot of the mountain, and his scalp was numb. The strength of the warrior in Pannirvana has exceeded ten times that of him. In addition, Ling Ge himself is a vicious person. He really wants to fall into his hands and die. It can no longer be controlled by itself.

The fog in the mountains and the darkness in the forest gave Mu Zifeng the best hidden barrier. He held his breath and blood and shuttled through the mountain forest at extremely fast speed.

But a moment later, he heard Ling Ge's roar again. This time, he was no longer full of sonorous power, but full of murderous intent. When Ling Ge climbed to the top of the mountain and saw the injured all over the ground, he would definitely be angry.

In addition to their great advantages in power, they can also cultivate a skill, which is tracking. They can lock in a vague direction and continue to chase according to the smell left by the other party.

At the foot of the mountain, there are two people standing, an old man and a young man.

The old man was restful, standing there with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, and then looking at the far-reaching mountains. Under the moonlight, the mountains are like a dormant beast, full of secrets.

The girl is wearing a tight martial arts uniform, and her petite body looks particularly enchanting, concave and convex, which makes people feel unbearable. The only bad thing is that she wears a veil on her face and can't see her true face.

"Lao Qin, is the news accurate?"

"It's very accurate. The spy reported that Ling Ge did not give up at all. He had been wandering around the mountains for three days and sent many people to try to find a trace of the mysterious figure. However, under the eyes of the three Panniw masters, he can take away the valuable marrow-washing Tiandan. This person is either a bold and careful person or a person with high strength.

"I didn't expect that the bone demon was hiding in this deep mountain. It's really pitiful that he couldn't allow the elixir stolen from the overlord's mansion to make wedding clothes for others." The woman sighed gently, "A marrow-washing elixir can create a martial arts master and cultivate a small family into a big family. If the opportunity is good, it may also cultivate a spirit and become an ancestor. I don't know what is the sacred to take away the elixir?"

"Miss, the three masters of Hexi, two martial arts masters have been damaged in our hands. Although they are not dead, their martial arts cultivation has been completely abolished, just like dead people. The rest of Ling Ge is in this mountain. It's enough for the old servant to abolish him.

"Ling Ge is a person who only kills and does not waste. Hey, a few days ago, my uncle sent a message. The poet's sister heard that the third young master of the Mu family, who had been married, was intercepted halfway. She was seriously ill and was getting thinner and thinner, and it was useless to seek medical treatment everywhere. Lord Shushi of the Ministry of War came to ask for help, and my uncle had no choice but to let me go back to Beijing to treat the Shi family sister.

"The boy of the Mu family is not dead. The young lady only needs to reply like this, and the poet's heart disease will naturally heal itself."

"Won't this push everyone in Mu's family to death again? If the tenth master knows that Mr. Mu is still alive, what do you think he will do? It must be cut and eradicated, and chickens and dogs will not be left. Time is the best medicine for heart disease, and you will slowly think about it after a long time. All right, let's go into the mountain."

It turned out that this old and young man was Yunqing and Dr. Qin, the little magic doctor who left Xirong County. The two of them went to Youzhou, Hexi, and twice took action to abolish the first two of the three masters in Hexi, and the last one chased to the front of the mountain according to the news.

Mu Zifeng naturally didn't know all this. His qi and blood concentrated on his legs, only buried his head and fled, and his direction kept changing. But the roar behind him always followed closely, as if he knew his way forward.

The book says that the master of Pannirvana can track a person with the help of a trace of smell, which seems to be true. Just escaping like this still can't escape his pursuit. Mu Zifeng ran and thought about a way in his mind. Suddenly, he heard the sound of gurgling water in his ears, and there was a stream nearby. A wonderful idea came out of his mind. He changed direction and ran towards the sound of water. Soon he saw a stream. Jumping into the river, the water flooded his chest, enough for him to dive and escape.

Mu Zifeng held his breath, allowing the qi and blood in his body to flow slowly, transporting energy, and then dived into the water to hold a boulder in the water and slowly sink to the bottom of the water.

A moment later, a figure appeared by the stream. He looked around in astonishment. It seemed that he didn't expect the other party to be so shrewd that he found his own means to erase all the smell traces through the water.

"The marrow-washing Tiandan didn't get the hand, and the person who stole the elixir didn't catch it. The tenth master can't explain it. What should he do?" Ling Ge muttered to himself. He looked around again and unwillingly drew his sword to sweep it. Several trees next to him were cut off.

Suddenly, his face suddenly changed, and his eyes became sharp. He turned around and looked into the distance. In his sense, two martial arts masters with amazing martial arts cultivation were approaching.

"It's the best policy to be an enemy and not a friend." Ling Ge stretched out his arms and left. After a while, the calm water gently turned down and a human head emerged.

"Wow, I almost couldn't catch up." Mu Zifeng, who emerged from the water, looked around quietly and knew that Ling Ge had really left. "It's better not to return to Wuyi County as soon as possible to inquire about the movement."

At dawn, Mu Zifeng finally came out of the mountains and went to the official road. The number of pedestrians on the road is gradually increasing, and there are many business trips. Although he can fight against the foreign martial artist, he is still just a little man in the explosive world. In order not to attract people's eyes, it took him half a day to return to Wuyi County. Mu Zifeng entered a shop selling clothes and soon walked out in clean new clothes. This simple blue-shirt martial arts suit is very suitable and comfortable, but when he walked out of the store, Mu Zifeng showed a shallow helpless smile on the corners of his mouth. He didn't have silver on him, so he just applied a little trick, that is, intimidation.

The Daxing Chamber of Commerce has lost the grand occasion of the last time. There are only a few ordinary servants carrying salutes at the door, and it seems that someone wants to go far away. Mu Zifeng stood in an alley opposite and observed for a while and found that there was nothing special abnormal.

Just as he wanted to find a place to sneak in quietly, he saw Fu Tianlao come out. He waved and shouted loudly, "Don't delay the return journey."

"Yes, Master Fu." Those servants hurriedly replied respectfully.

"If you want to go, it's not so easy to hurt my disciples of Tiandao Martial Arts Museum. If you don't give me an explanation, how can I have the face of Tiandao Martial Arts Museum? Control all the entrances and exits of the Daxing Chamber of Commerce, and no one can leave half a step without my consent. Just then, a team of well-trained disciples rushed over from another street.

The speaker is a young man in a golden purple robe, about 18 or 19 years old, about the same age as Mu Zifeng. He sat in a convertible carriage, with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old beautiful girl standing on each side, one holding a sword in both hands and the other holding a knife.

The carriage was pulled by two purebred white horses. The groom was a magical warrior with a wide-backed knife on his back. It looked majestic and powerful between the marches.

"The rising star of Tiandao Martial Arts Museum, known as Murong Prodigal Son, the first talented disciple of the sword. It is rumored that this person has reached the peak of the blood exchange world, and he is only one step away from being reborn. I have seen him several times in the capital. Now why did he come to the barren land of Hexi and bump into my Daxing Chamber of Commerce. This person is not good. Fu Tianling's eyes flashed, winking at several servants, and then calmly watched the disciples of the Tiandao Martial Arts Museum blocking the door. This time, there were many martial artists, more than 50 people. Everyone was full of momentum and had a deep foundation of external skills.

"In charge of the Daxing Chamber of Commerce, I don't know what Mr. Murong's move means?" Fu Tianlong said politely.

Murong's prodigal son in the carriage snorted, glanced contemptuously at Fu Tianyan, showed a trace of sarcasm at the corners of his mouth, waved his hand and said, "It's just a lowly slave of the Zhao family. He is not qualified to talk to me. Let your master, Xiaotian, come out."

"I'm sorry, my young lady is slightly resting. If Mr. Murong wants to see my young lady, please come here next time."

"Hmm, I can't see that a dog in front of the Daxing Chamber of Commerce is actually a sharp tooth. Since the little girl is not feeling well, just obediently hand over the boy who hurt my disciple of the martial arts school. Don't tell me that he is not there. You must have heard of Murong's prodigal son's temper. I haven't seen him today. I kill a batch every hour, from the lowest subordinate to the little sweet girl, hahaha.

"You..." Fu Tian's eyes suddenly changed, and he was about to fall in front of him, but he saw a girl in the carriage turn over and fall to the ground. With a flash of her body, she raised her feet and kicked Fu Tianlao's big body out.

Mu Zifeng's eyes in the opposite alley tightened. The girl, who was younger than herself, was a top cultivation of the explosive situation. Her strength was much stronger than Fu Tianyan, and she easily hit him with one move.

"You can't avoid things. It seems that there must be an end. The warrior is responsible and has a frank heart. Mu Zifeng thought of this, adjusted his spirit and walked out with his head held high.

"Get out of here?" A disciple in the realm of force saw Mu Zifeng approaching quickly. Relying on many people, he actually shouted, and he had to draw a knife to drive people away.

With a crisp sound, Mu Zifeng slapped the man out, leaving a blood line in the air. He was not cruel, but the other party's teeth could not be preserved.

"Bold, kill him." The rest of the warriors immediately turned the blade and rushed out of the four disciples of force. Their knife method is very clumsy, seven or eight times weaker than Wu Yidao, and many fatal flaws were exposed between them.

"Before the master speaks, you dog slaves dare to fight in front of the Daxing Chamber of Commerce in an attempt to wash here with blood. Is there any king's law in your eyes?" Mu Zifeng shouted loudly. He turned his hand and grabbed it. He suddenly broke a warrior's wrist, then avoided a knife and kicked it out, smashing the second person's chin. The remaining two were cut down at the same time, but Mu Zifeng suddenly turned around and stared, and his eyes bloomed.

"Ah."

The knives of the two let go, their eyes were high and protruding, blood flowed out, and their faces were full of panic, as if they had fallen into a nightmare. Their legs and belly trembled, and their crotch was wet, and there was a smell of coquettishness. They were even scared to pee.