"Come on, do it!"

With the order of the mouth without a single word, the urn Jiratai, who was originally greeting his subordinates outside the door, immediately rushed in with a large number of soldiers, fully armed, and waiting, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing that Zhang Rou was actually among the people who came, even though Li Mu suddenly realized in his heart, he still deliberately showed a surprised expression on his face, and asked in surprise: "Lord Wang, General Zhang, what are you doing here, why are you fighting so much?" ”

Zhang Rou, who didn't wait for the father and son to speak, lured the wolf into the room, and indirectly harmed the life of the old boss's eldest son, looked at Li Mu's familiar old face, and said sadly: "Old man, I didn't expect it to be you!"

Old man, I am grateful that you healed my nose. But why do you want to assassinate the life of the eldest prince, do you really want to die, old gentleman? ”

I don't know where I showed my feet, but I actually exposed myself.

The mouth is warm and does not spend the night talk of the father and son, and now it seems that it is obviously a trap to lead yourself into the game.

Although the soldiers who followed Zhang Rou and Wengjiratai outside the door were numerous, they were just soldiers on the battlefield, with average martial arts, and they did not pose any threat to Li Mu.

But seeing the two Tibetan monks who walked from the backyard of the living room to the side of Wen Buhua, their breath was calm, their weights were light, they were relaxed, and they were full of master demeanor between raising their hands and feet.

Two Tibetan monks, one on the left and one on the right, blocked the mouth temperature behind him, and Li Mu knew that the assassination had failed. But after all, Li Mu has traveled too many worlds, and his mental quality is extraordinary.

Even if his identity was revealed, Li Mu's face was not panicked, and Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and did not move. He said with a complacent expression: "General Zhang." What are you talking about? What is an old man. The old man doesn't know anything! ”

"Haha, old dog, stop pretending. You killed my eldest brother, and I want you to pay for your life. ”

The big enemy is in front of him, and the urn Jiratai, who is eager for revenge, where can Li Mu be able to plead. Thinking that the evidence was conclusive, Urn Jiratai pulled out his saber and pointed it directly at Li Mu. The momentum is violent, looking at the fierce appearance, it seems that he immediately wants to dismantle Li Mu into eight pieces.

The martial arts of the urn Ji Ratai may be a good hand in the military formation, but it is far from enough to match Li Mu.

I wanted to wait for the urn Jiratai to rush in front of me and take him down as a hostage so that he could get out. Unexpectedly, as soon as the Tibetan monk beside him stretched out his hand, he stopped the urn Jiratai who wanted to do it, and stood in front of Li Mu instead.

Two Tibetan monks, one older and one younger, don't know where they come from.

The older ones are wearing yellow robes, extremely tall and thin, and their bodies are like bamboo poles. The door of the brain is slightly sunken, like a saucer. The other is young. Strangely ugly, tall, strong and powerful, holding a vajra that looks very heavy in one hand, it is obviously infinitely powerful.

Protecting the father and son behind him, one of them was older, made a joke, performed a Buddhist salute, sang the Buddha horn, and said to Li Mu gently: "Donor, if you don't do dark things, don't use the disguise technique, or show people with your true face!" ”

"What? Disguise! ”

The Tibetan monk in the yellow robe seems to have a lot of origin, Zhang Rouhe and his mouth are not only convinced of the words of the Tibetan monk, but also seem to be extremely respectful. The character that can make the Mongolian prince look at it is obviously not a simple character.

The disguise technique has always been realistically used, but the common means of saving one's life were actually seen through by the Tibetan monk in front of him. Even though there was a moment of wavering in his heart, Li Mu's face was still very calm, and he continued to defend innocently: "General Zhang, Lord Wang, are you mistaken, where can I be disguised!" That's who I am. ”

"Hmph, donor, it's really calm! It's all in such a situation, do you still want to explain it? ”

Seeing that Li Mu didn't cry when he didn't see the coffin, let you say that breaking your mouth is death and not admitting it, the Tibetan monk who has always been quite cultured was also angry, and scolded loudly: "Donor, your biggest failure is that you have restored General Zhang's appearance too perfectly, and it is exactly the same as before he was injured.

Donor, aren't you a native of Ezhou? Haven't you been in Lin'an before? When you are old and return to your hometown to recuperate, have you seen General Zhang before? If not, how did you know what General Zhang was like before he was injured?

With this level of suspicion, looking at the benefactor's behavior and actions, although he tried his best to imitate the movements of the elderly, he was not an old man after all, and pretending never became true.

You have achieved success in internal cultivation, and you are only twenty-six or seventeen years old, and you have already been promoted to a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, much stronger than my two apprentices, and you are really a hero and a teenager!

It's just that little brother, you are so powerful, you don't serve our Mongolia, but you want to be an assassin and harm people's lives, it's really a pearl of secret investment! ”

"Hmph, Mingzhu secretly cast! Old man - Ice Spirit Silver Needle! ”

Since he was seen through, Li Mu was willing to stay in danger for a long time.

Immediately took out a handful of silver needles in his arms, and scattered them around like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, Li Mu shouted and quickly crashed out of the window.

Perform light skills, a few ups and downs, jump out of the pavilion, spare no effort, and gallop rapidly under the night of the full moon.

Li Mu's light skills are excellent, his footwork is exquisite and extremely provincial, and he has been able to get rid of strong enemies many times, and he is in danger.

But what he didn't expect this time was that the Tibetan monk behind him was not good-looking, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of skill under his feet, but he was just walking normally.

With one big step, he followed closely behind, chasing for twenty miles, and the speed of this Tibetan monk did not change in the slightest. Looking at the Tibetan monk's face behind him, he was not red or panting, and it was obvious that his internal cultivation was extremely high. The simple and unpretentious light skills are also used by this Tibetan monk.

One fled in a hurry, the other chased tightly, and on the outskirts of Kaifeng at night, two figures shone in the moonlight.

ran for another twenty miles, and seeing that he was about to flee into the mountains, Li Mu, who was weak in internal strength, was still caught up by the Tibetan monk behind him. Three strange iron wheels, as if playing acrobatics, were thrown by the Tibetan monk.

In the traction of his strong internal force, it was like an endless Tai Chi circle, back and forth, the sun and the moon turned, and Li Mu was forcibly covered.

Suddenly, he didn't have any weapons in his hand, and the previous silver needle was also thrown away, and in the face of endless wheel attacks, Li Mu could only dodge it with the dexterity and lightness of Ling Bo's microstep.

Once faced with the Mongolian iron cavalry's ten thousand arrows, Li Mu, who had an iron gun in his hand, could also play with ease.

But I didn't expect the Tibetan monk in front of him to be so difficult to deal with, the simple three wheels were under his control, impermeable, endless, and I didn't see a single flaw.

Unable to get out, anxious in his heart, even if he resented the Tibetan monk for playing himself, Li Mu, who couldn't break free, could only dodge and dodge.

Just when Li Mu dodged the wheels again and again, a figure behind the Tibetan monk finally rushed over. The sharp-eyed Li Mu, even if he fought hard, still did not forget to look at the six roads and listen to the eight directions.

When he arrived, the young Tibetan monk shouted in Tibetan: "Master, I'm here to help you!" ”

Li Mu, who had an idea, suddenly shouted loudly in Tibetan: "Master, I am your eldest disciple!" (To be continued.) )