Chapter 31 Martial Arts Sword Movement

The middle-aged man was the owner of the hotel, but in a moment, his expression returned to normal. He took a step forward, stared at Bai Lang, his eyes were like a knife, and said, "This chivalrous man is so awesome!"

With his reputation in the local area, no one dares to be presumptuous here. Today, he also injured the people in his store and spread it out. I don't know how many people will laugh at him. Although he already knows that Bai Lang's skills are good, he still doesn't pay attention to it. He is just a depressed ranger, relying on his ability to make trouble here. Therefore, it is not polite to speak.

Bai Lang was originally modest. He wanted to teach this little two a lesson. When the hotel owner came, he would give him a Ganoderma lucidum as compensation. However, when he listened to the boss's intention, he did not spare himself at all. He was a little unhappy and said coldly, "I'm nothing. I can't take people at will than you. The means of brother and brother!"

The hotel owner's face changed slightly and said lightly, "Well, I'll teach you how to do it!"

When the wind rose on the flat ground, his expression remained unchanged, and his clothes bulged. A gust of wind rose from his feet and swept around, pushing the onlookers away. The hotel owner did not say much and wanted to capture Bai Lang by force.

As soon as everyone saw this, they knew what was going to happen at that time, and the timid Zao Fei also ran out, leaving only a few bold people who wanted to see the bustle and hide in a corner far away.

A faint smile gradually appeared on Bai Lang's face. This man practiced gasification, and his kung fu may have reached the peak in the secular world. He didn't expect that such a master was hidden in a restaurant. It was really surprising. However, in the eyes of Bai Lang, the monk, it was nothing but earth, stone and miscellaneous wood, shallow and tight.

"Swipe!"

The black light flashed, but it was silent, like a faint light. A black iron heavy sword suddenly appeared, blocking between the two people who were on the verge of a touch.

The young man in black, who had drunk all the wine in his glass, stood quietly with his sword, as if he was integrated with the sword, cold and ruthless. His eyes were deep and complex, and seemed to be a little confused.

"Your life is left to me!"

He opened his mouth, calm and terrible.

The originally powerful hotel owner looked at the young man in front of him, and there was an unspeakable light flashing in his eyes, as if he was enjoying his most perfect work, and as if he was looking at his beloved child. For a while, the atmosphere was strange and abnormal.

"Muzhi, why don't you call me Master?" After a long time, the hotel owner restrained his breath again and suddenly said.

The young man was shocked. He slowly turned around and stared at the ordinary middle-aged man in front of him with a changed look in his eyes. Finally, he opened his mouth and said word by word, "You don't deserve it!"

The hotel owner seemed to have expected to hear such an answer and smiled bitterly. Somehow, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"You are my best disciple!" I don't know when the corners of the hotel owner's mouth have hung a smile, and his eyes are full of undisguised appreciation. "Every time you appear, you always surprise me so much. In just ten years, you have surpassed me in martial arts!"

"In just ten years, you have changed from my most respected master to the one who killed my father!" At this time, the deep eyes of the young man in black are extremely complex, both hateful and confused.

Another silence.

Outside the restaurant, the pot had already exploded. Originally, someone heard that someone was making trouble in the restaurant, but then some people who came to see the bustle suddenly found that from the window, the indifferent young man in black clothes looked so familiar.

"That...that young man is like the leader of Wu Kuang Mu!" Suddenly, someone in the crowd was surprised.

"What does it mean? That is, except for martial arts, who dares to use the thousand-pound Tianxuan iron sword!" A big man with a beard shouted, but his mouth was full of awe.

Bai Lang stood aside, and his eyes were extremely smart. These people's conversations in the distance were heard word for word. It turned out that this young man in black was called Xiang Muzhi. He was obsessed with martial arts and became crazy. At the age of 20, he reached the ultimate innate and reached the peak of martial arts. After that, on the top of the clouds, he picked six famous people alone. Sheng, who disappeared later, suddenly appeared here and was recognized, which immediately attracted bursts of exclamation.

"Muzhi, are you sure to kill me?" The hotel owner's eyes suddenly opened and shot out a ray of light.

"Try it and you will know!" Xiang Muzhi clenched his sword and said coldly, and his fighting spirit began to rise.

"Hahahaha!" The hotel owner suddenly smiled with an inexplicable pride, "Come on, let the teacher see how far you have progressed!"

"Keng!"

A dragon roar came from the huge black sword. The next moment, countless vertical and horizontal swords roared out, tearing everything with unparalleled momentum. Suddenly, wood chips flew in the hotel and were in a mess.

The hotel owner's momentum increased, and there was no trace of the original smooth world, and he became as sharp as a knife. He shouted, his hands scratched, his big sleeves were like the sky, and his whole body was really full of energy, blocking the sword spirit all over the sky.

I only heard a crash, and my long sleeves were stagnated. I was cut by a sword and a crack. The hotel owner's face suddenly changed, but he became more excited and shouted, "Okay!"

The young man in black was as cold as iron stone, and the iron sword was broken horizontally. The iron sword, which was originally as fast as lightning, crossed the void and suddenly slowed down with a trace of dreamlike ethereal, simple but elusive.

This is a sword that condensed into the highest kendo. It went forward and sank the boat. It seemed to be slow and fast, rolling up the violent fighting spirit and roaring away.

Bai Lang had already flew away from the side. Naturally, these swordsmanship could not hurt himself. When he saw the young man in black like this, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked. He was worthy of being a martial arts maniac. Sure enough, he was crazy enough. As soon as he took action, he did not leave a way out. After one blow, either you died or I died. Although he didn't know what there was any resentment between them, Bai Lang was still deeply shocked by the wildness of this young man.

When the hotel owner saw this, he did not dare to be careless. His face was solemn. He didn't know when he had held a short sword in his hand, and his whole body was like snow, like ice.

The condensation is like a gang, and the sword body roars, rushing against the black light!

Another madman! Bai Lang was a little speechless. This guy actually wanted to fight hard. He didn't hesitate. He was worthy of being a master and apprentice. They were all crazy. Bai Lang shook his head heavily and sighed!

"Boom!" A loud noise fell to the ground like thunder. Around their bodies, within three feet, they all turned into powder, and their uncontrollable energy shot everywhere, making several close guys turn over several heels and fall to the ground.

The two met their eyes, both of which were red and ferocious, but still wild. A moment later, the hotel owner suddenly laughed, but only laughed twice, and suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, and their faces became as white paper, pale and crumbling.

Xiang Muzhi was not much better. His whole body was like a bath of blood. His hands trembled and drooped weakly. His clothes were cracked, revealing a large area of skin damaged by the strong sword. However, he smiled miserably, took a step forward again, and raised his sword to cut it down.

One blow with all your strength and share the autumn colors equally!

"Okay, okay, okay!" The hotel owner said three times and laughed, "It's worthy of being my disciple. Unfortunately, you will still be defeated as a teacher today!"

After saying that, he suddenly turned his hand and took out a cyan pill and swallowed it. However, in an instant, his momentum was much stronger out of thin air, and his eyes were covered with a strong evil spirit, and his whole body surged with terrible sound.

"Huh", with the sound of breaking wind and roaring, the iron fist that can crack the rock directly hit Xiang Muzhi. Bai Lang felt a tingling in his heart. The man seemed to have taken some elixir and abruptly improved his skills a lot. He secretly said that he was not good and hurriedly shot out a streamer and blocked it.

But the incident happened suddenly. Despite this, there were still some punches that had not been offset and penetrated in an instant.

"Puff!" Xiang Muzhi's body crooked and fell weakly, and his eyes slowly closed weakly. At that moment, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, which seemed to be lonely.

That's it. Is it over?

My eyes gradually blurred. Ten years ago, I was the same. At that time, I had a pair of big hands that rescued myself from dozens of enemies, treated them, and guided me to the extreme of martial arts. At that time, did I call him master...

......

Thousands of miles away, in the imperial city of Kyoto of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it was when it was snowing all over the sky. A young man put his hands behind his back and had a majestic demeanor. He was dressed in a yellow robe and was like the lord of this country, Xiang Muyun!

At this time, his eyes were a little gloomy and fierce. He looked at the palace people who were far away. He stretched out his hand, caught a falling snowflakes, and whispered to himself, "I'm sorry, brother, you won't die for a day, and I will be restless for a day!"

"Your Majesty!" A white figure appeared in front of Xiang Muyun like a ghost, bowed and knelt down and reported, "Your Majesty, the school dragon envoy has sent back a message, and today you can capture the...reverse thief!"

Xiang Muyun's eyes were slightly opened, but his outstretched hand suddenly shook, and his tone was calm and depressing: "It's not capture, it's killing!"

"Yes!" A trace of cold sweat oozed from the dead man's forehead, as if his life was hanging by a line. He knew very well that the more plain the tone of the master was, the more dangerous it would be.

......

"Alas!" Bai Lang sighed and dodged to Xiang Muzhi. He looked up and smiled at the shocked boss. The hotel owner couldn't help but be stunned.

"Bang!" Bai Lang ignored him, smiled unchanged, kicked him away, scratched him in the air, and hit the ground heavily.

Bai Lang immediately grabbed Xiang Muzhi and flew away. At this time, he couldn't care about anything. Bai Lang also saw that the two were already enemies of life and death at this moment. Today, he was going to fight with the hotel owner, but now someone fought against him. At least he had to say no.

"Boss, I will pay you back the wine money I owe you!" Before leaving, Bai Lang was full of breath and shouted loudly.

When the hotel owner left with Bai Lang's way of escape, his eyes stared and seemed to think of something. He opened his mouth inexplicably in horror. Finally, he was so good to die. When he heard Bai Lang's teasing words, he spit out another mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.