The persuasion was fruitless, so Shopkeeper Liu had to sigh, shook his head, and said, "Then the young man wait a minute." ”

Soon, the delicious meal came, and Mu Lingtian and Luoxue could finally have a decent lunch.

Before he had time to eat a few more bites, outside the inn, Zheng Hua had already found a group of thugs from his own family to come back.

"That's it..."

Dozens of people rushed into the inn, and the tables and chairs that stood in the way were overturned and smashed, surrounding Mu Lingtian and Luoxue, who were eating.

There was no one else in the inn for a long time, and seeing such a formation, the innkeeper could only quietly hide in the cabinet where the money was collected, and kept praying.

Mu Lingtian didn't want to bother others, so he was waiting for Zheng Hua to come back, Mu Lingtian ignored everything around him and smiled at Luo Xue: "It seems that I still haven't been able to let you have a good meal today." ”

Luoxue didn't speak, but showed a faint smile through her veiled face.

Mu Lingtian picked up the remnants on the table, stood up, turned around, his eyes were full of murderous aura, and glanced at the group of minions in front of him.

Zheng Hua looked at Mu Lingtian and said arrogantly: "Yo ho, there is really a kind, but it's right, if you provoke Young Master Ben, don't think of this Lingnan." ”

A thug beside Zheng Hua, burly, looked like he had two strokes, full of anger, looked at Mu Lingtian, and said in a thick and domineering voice: "The stinky boy actually dares to bully my young master." ”

The thug picked up the knife in his hand and slashed at Mu Lingtian, these people's three-legged cats, Mu Lingtian didn't pay attention to them at all, and kicked the bench under his feet out.

The bench spun and flew towards the thug, hitting the thug's chest hard, the bench was directly broken in half, and the thug was blown away by the force of the bench, and the back flip overwhelmed a piece.

Looking at Mu Lingtian, who was so strong in kung fu, the thugs were a little surprised, and they changed from the arrogance just now to cautious and cautious, not daring to take a step forward.

An old man, wearing a robe and holding a folding fan, walked into the inn slowly without hurrying, and said calmly: "Shaoxia is good at kung fu." ”

Hearing the voice, everyone looked towards the old man, and the thugs made a way one after another and shouted: "Fourth Master Zhang." ”

Zhang Shen, known as Zhang Siye, is Zhang Xi's younger brother, Zheng Hua's goduncle, and he is also a figure in Lingnan, but he rarely goes out of Lingnan, so he doesn't know Mu Lingtian.

Zhang Xiang came to Mu Lingtian and looked at Mu Lingtian, with a smile on his face: "Under Zhang Xiang, he is Zheng Hua's uncle, and in this Lingnan generation, everyone knows it. I don't think Shaoxia is like a Lingnan person, I don't know Shaoxia..."

Mu Lingtian replied coldly: "People of the mountains and wilderness, what does Zhang Daxia have to say?"

Mu Lingtian's performance didn't seem to take Zhang Xiang in his eyes at all, which made Zhang Xiang's face a little unbearable, Zhang Xiang sneered in embarrassment, and asked in a tough tone: "I don't have a teaching, I just want to ask Shaoxia, why did you hurt my nephew?"

Mu Lingtian still just replied coldly: "What do you want?"

Facing Mu Lingtian, who had no one in his eyes, Zhang Xiang snorted coldly and said, "Since the young man is so arrogant, then Zhang Xiang will come to learn the young man's tricks." ”

As soon as Zhang Xiang's words came out, the thugs moved out of the way.

Zhang Xiang turned his face sideways, squinted at Mu Lingtian, clasped his fists with both hands, saluted, and then attacked Mu Lingtian with one palm.

Mu Lingtian just wanted to be nosy, he didn't want to make a big deal out of it, and he didn't want to have more complications in Lingnan, so he didn't plan to use the Sixteen Swords of Zhuxian, but just a simple competition with Zhang Xiang to make internal moves.

Zhang Xiang can be regarded as a master in the Lingnan Sword School, and his kung fu is not low. And Mu Lingtian doesn't know much except for the Sixteen Swords of Zhu Xian, and he is only arrogant and strong in terms of internal strength, so he is not Zhang Xiang's opponent in terms of palm technique.

After a few rounds, although the two sides had their own offense and defense, Mu Lingtian was slapped twice by Zhang Xiang and suffered some minor injuries.

Another palm, Mu Lingtian was almost injured by Zhang Xiang, but fortunately, his arrogant internal force helped him to make a palm indiscriminately and separate from Zhang Xiang.

Mu Lingtian took two steps back in a row before stabilizing his figure, and Zhang Xiang only took a step back slightly, he knew that looking at Mu Lingtian muttered in his heart: "His internal strength is not weak, even above me, but why is his palm technique so bad?"

But he can't lose face, Zhang Xiang sneered, mocked Mu Lingtian and said, "Just these two moments, do you still want to spread wild in Lingnan?"

Although Mu Lingtian didn't eat ridicule, Mu Lingtian didn't want to waste time in this matter, his right hand held the remnant, a trace of cold-blooded killing intent flashed in his eyes, and the corner of his eye glanced at Zhang Xiang, and said coldly, threatening: "I don't want to kill people, except for death." ”

Zhang Xiang was confident that he could beat Mu Lingtian, raised his hand, made a provocative gesture to Mu Lingtian, and said with a smile: "Don't be ashamed, let me teach you a good lesson today." ”

Zhang Xiang condensed inside his hand and rushed towards Mu Lingtian.

Although Mu Lingtian didn't want to cause trouble, he was not afraid of causing trouble, he didn't know when he started, killing people was already accustomed to him, and all he gave these people was deadly sword moves.

Although Zhang Xiang's kung fu was good, although he also paid attention to the sword in Mu Lingtian's hand, he was still too careless, and Mu Lingtian had already killed him, so he had no way to escape. The strange sword blade surged out with the remnants in Mu Lingtian's hand.

Under Mu Lingtian's weird and fast Sixteen Swords, Zhang Xiang discovered the danger and wanted to dodge, but it was already too late, the internal force of his palms was condensed, and he instinctively wanted to block the blade with both hands.

This is the sword edge of the Sixteen Swords of Zhu Immortal, so close to Mu Lingtian, even if it is an ordinary blade, it is very likely that it will not be able to catch these sword blades, let alone the flesh?

The five sword blades hit Zhang Xiang's body fiercely. One on the leg, one on the abdomen, two on the chest, and a sword blade, which cut off one of Zhang Xiang's arms alive.

Everyone only saw Mu Lingtian swing a sword strangely, and before the sword touched Zhang Xiang, Zhang Xiang was knocked away by several sword blades and crashed into the crowd, and everyone had not yet reacted to what was happening.

Zhang Xiang, who was lying on the crowd, opened his eyes wide in fear, two huge cuts were made on his chest, and blood kept coming out from under his clothes, he didn't expect it to be such an ending, just one move.

Everyone was frightened, and the audience was silent, looking at Zhang Xiang lying on the ground in disbelief.

Zhang Xiang's chest was almost pierced by the blade, the sharp pain in his body came at this time, the blood in his mouth was like a spring, he seemed to have just come back to his senses, looked at Mu Lingtian in horror, and wanted to say something, but it was too late, the god of death had already taken him in, he could only swallow his last breath in the struggle.