This person is dressed in white, with a white veil, soft eyebrows, a graceful figure, and a fairy spirit.

But her eyes were filled with murder and resentment, which instantly destroyed her entire momentum.

With a flick of Zhang Mu's fingers, the flying stones turned into pieces, and the Qibao Ring, which represented the identity of the head, successfully fell into the hands of Tianshan Tong's grandmother.

He didn't look at the face of Tianshan Tong's grandmother, and with a flick of his feet, he came to Li Qiushui like a ghost, and killed him without saying a word.

Li Qiushui, who originally didn't care much about Zhang Mu, looked at him for a moment, and instantly recognized Zhang Mu's Ling Bo microstep, and was even more jumped by his speed.

She waved her wrist lightly, and slapped Zhang Mu, with a bang, she couldn't compete with Zhang Mu's true qi, and her body couldn't help but retreat, floating far away.

For a while, she was surprised by both Zhang Mu's cultivation and Zhang Mu's light skills. "Who are you? Where did you learn Lingbo Weibu? ”

Her elegant demeanor dissipated, her tone became impatient, and she was even more irritable when she watched Tianshan Tong's grandmother put on the Qibao Ring.

Seeing Li Qiushui stunned, the Tianshan Tong grandmother on the opposite side raised her finger and said, "Haha, Li Qiushui, you still want to kill me, now I'm the head of the Freedom Sect, why don't you kneel down quickly?" ”

Li Qiushui's body trembled, but he said sharply: "Hmph, this Qibao Ring must have been robbed by you in collusion with this man, and it doesn't count at all!" ”

As she spoke, the white light flashed, and she rushed to Tianshan Tong's grandmother, wanting to snatch the wrench and kill the other party by the way.

"When I don't exist?" Zhang Mu's figure flickered, stopped in front of him, and repelled it again with a palm.

"Li Qiushui, dare to be disrespectful to the master, open the curtain, help me kill her!" Tianshan Tong's grandmother saw Li Qiushui disgustingly, and her mood was extremely comfortable.

Li Qiushui was defeated twice, and said with a shocked expression: "Who are you, how can you be so powerful, the man she raised?" ”

Zhang Mu's face darkened, and he was going to see this person's martial arts, but now he was in no mood, and the killing intent came out of his body, and the air was a little colder.

He pasted Li Qiushui, and the shadow of his palm was shrouded, no longer giving any respite.

Li Qiushui's body is extremely flexible, his palms are floating, and he is wandering, like a curved rainbow light, which makes people unable to see clearly.

Zhang Mu was slightly startled, knowing that this was the other party's famous stunt Bai Hong's palm power, which was the most flexible and changeable, but he was not too afraid, and with a pressure on his wrist, he directly shook the changed palm power, and grabbed his arm with his fingers.

Li Qiushui exclaimed, and hurriedly retreated with Ling Bo's slight steps, but Zhang Mu also mastered this footwork, and was more proficient than him, chasing and killing in one step, and as soon as his claws were forced, he grabbed Feiwu's wrist.

Her other palm bent and slapped at Zhang Mu's throat, but Zhang Mu's true qi shook, and a feminine force invaded, causing her internal force to be disordered, and the bones of her whole body were about to disperse.

"Let go!"

Li Qiushui scolded, extremely embarrassed, she was a master of the dignified generation, but she was taken down after only ten moves.

"Your cultivation is for me!"

Zhang Mu said indifferently, the terrifying suction force was born from his hand, and Li Qiushui's internal force gushed out uncontrollably.

"Northern Spiritual Skill!" Her face was frightened and she wanted to struggle, but her body was weak, and a force pressed on her, and she couldn't move at all.

The invisible wind and waves rolled up, making the hair of the two of them flutter, and he was calm, his cultivation at this time was several times that of Li Qiushui, and it was very easy to suck it up.

Li Qiushui kept talking, wanting to bewitch Zhang Mu to distract him, but Zhang Mu's eyes did not fluctuate, and he didn't seem to hear it at all.

Feeling the passing power, Li Qiushui was also afraid, and begged for mercy in a panic: "Let go of me, I will not be your enemy in the future." ”

"Slut, you have today!" A mockery interrupted her, and seeing that there was no danger, Tianshan Tong's grandmother walked over with a cheerful look on her face.

"Senior sister, tell him to stop." Li Qiushui said softly, wanting to make Tianshan Tong's grandmother soft-hearted.

But the latter just smiled sarcastically, and his little hand suddenly stretched out and walked towards Li Qiushui's veil.

"No, don't!" Li Qiushui was extremely frightened, his eyes widened, but he still didn't let Tianshan Tong's grandmother stop.

The veil was cruelly lifted, and a hideous face appeared, and the snow-white skin, covered with scratches all over her footsteps, made her face, which was already distorted by fear, even more ugly.

"Ugly monsters, look at yourself, hahaha......"

Tianshan Tong's grandmother laughed so much that tears flew out, and these scratches were left by her.

Losing the gauze and being ridiculed by the most hated senior sister, Li Qiushui's heart felt like someone had cut him with a knife, and the whole person was crazy.

"That's it!"

Zhang Mu snorted coldly, not wanting to see the two madmen perform, so he pointed at Li Qiushui's eyebrows, gave him a good time, and took his life.

The old rival died like this, and the laughter of Tianshan Tong's grandmother disappeared, and she suddenly became distracted, looking at the corpse on the ground in a daze.

Zhang Mu shook his head, knowing that the grievances and hatreds between the two disappeared completely with the death of one person, and he was detached, "Your cultivation has almost recovered to one percent, which is enough to protect yourself, so do it yourself!" ”

After saying that, he took a little foot under his feet, rushed into the clouds, and disappeared in a few ups and downs.

In the same place, only Tianshan Tong's grandmother was left, still looking at Li Qiushui with a complicated expression.

……

Five days have passed since he left the Ethereal Peak, and Zhang Mu's trial time has exceeded a month, which is the longest one.

He walked in the mountains, and the direction was to Shaolin, wanting to meet the sweeping monks and seek to seize the Yijin Sutra.

When he walked to the mountain range next to Mt. Shomuro, a ragged man appeared, and when he saw him, his eyes were resentful, and he rushed over with a shout.

"Kumachi?"

Zhang Mu barely recognized this person from his eyes, and his face became strange, and he didn't know what had happened recently to make this guy look like this.

I saw that Kumachi was barefoot, but his speed was amazing, and he passed through the forest with an astonishing momentum, full of murderous intent.

"Hey, how did you recover so quickly?"

Zhang Mu muttered in confusion, and Gu Mozhi had already rushed to the front, and was pointing at him, the void writhing, and a fierce force shot out.

He also pointed out, the red light flashed, and Gu Mozhi's finger power collapsed instantly, and the true qi of the six-vein divine sword was only slightly stunned, and then fell on his body, even if Gu Mozhi blocked it, it was blown away.

As soon as Gu Mozhi fell to the ground, he quickly flipped up, and said with great jealousy: "Ah, the Six-Vein Divine Sword, why would you?" Dali Duan deserves to die. ”

Zhang Mu ignored him, but lowered his head and muttered: "It's stronger than the internal force last time, this guy won't get any chance, right?" ”

"In that case, I'll suck you again."

With a flick of his palm, his five fingers shot out of the six-vein divine sword, and Gu Mozhi rolled away in embarrassment, and as soon as he adjusted his body, his front was black, and his chest was slapped with a palm.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he wanted to fight back, but he was in pain all over, and he was restrained by Zhang Shu, and a familiar feeling was born from his chest.

He screamed miserably, because Zhang Mu was sucking his internal force again, faster than last time.

Ignoring Gu Mozhi's desperate expression, Zhang Mu absorbed all his internal force in one go, and did not give him a chance to scold himself, and sent him on the road with his backhand.

Last time, it was good to say, this time he will not let it go, after killing Gu Mozhi, a book of strategies fell out, writing three ancient texts of the Yijin Sutra.