Murong Bai picked up the Minghong Knife, and after taking a deep breath, his body suddenly jumped upward, and the big knife in his hand slashed forward like lightning.

Rumble!

The next moment, a tall boulder in the distance burst open, and in an instant, countless stones flew into the air, and then fell into the river one after another.

"I'm gone, the power is not ordinary!" Murong Bai looked at the shattered boulder, his eyes were terrified, this power was probably much more powerful than the full force of a one-star warrior.

"Strength, as long as people have strength, there are gods and horses who can't conquer drops!"

"Bastard, I want to make a poem, do you want to hear it!" Overnight, the strength doubled, and Murong Bai was in a good mood, and suddenly wanted to write a poem as a commemoration, thinking about those literati in the teahouse, who were always chanting a poem at every turn, and now Murong Bai also wanted to get a poem.

"Poof!"

The bastard immediately sprayed, this kid lost his mind and went crazy, he didn't know a few big characters, and he wanted to make a poem, but after thinking about it, this kid is on the rise, so don't pour cold water, otherwise there will be no good fruit to eat.

"Yes, being able to comprehend the realm of selflessness overnight is indeed worth writing a poem to help the fun. The bastard suppressed the disdain in his heart, and almost couldn't help but laugh and said.

"Well, since even you say so, it seems that if you don't make a poem, it's really not good. ”

Murong Bai put away the Ming Hong knife, put his hands behind his back, and followed the appearance of those literati scratching customers, shaking his head while taking steps and walking by the river.

"Ahh What..."Murong Bai just came up with a sentence, and when he was about to say it, he suddenly forgot the word.

"Hahahaha..."The bastard couldn't help it and burst out laughing.

This time, Murong Bai surprisingly didn't abuse the bastard, because he himself laughed, composing poetry is what literati do, he doesn't know a few big characters, and he still wants to learn from others to compose poems, it's just a solid bamboo that doesn't know anything.

Back in the cave, Murong Bai lay down to make up for sleep, although he was very excited, but after practicing all night, his muscles were still faintly sore.

This sleep, I slept directly into the evening.

"Wang Ba Lamb, get out of the cave for Lao Tzu!" Suddenly a loud roar came from outside the cave, and Murong Bai woke up at once.

"Who, disturb Lao Tzu's good dreams. Murong Bai rubbed his eyes and reluctantly got up from his reckless skin.

Stretching, Murong Bai stepped to the entrance of the cave.

I saw that there were two people standing in front of the entrance of the cave, led by Murong Bai, who knew the mustachioed young man he met a few days ago, followed by a warrior in yellow clothes, Murong Bai also felt a little familiar, his eyebrows twisted, and suddenly remembered, this yellow-shirted warrior was also a loose cultivator in the western suburbs, and he met it when he moved that day.

"Brother Huang, this person killed the dwarf winter melon, today we must avenge the dwarf winter melon!" said the bearded young man pointing at Murong Bai.

The bearded young man saw Murong Bai kill the dwarf winter melon when he raised his hand that morning, and he was stupid on the spot, he thought that Murong Bai was a warrior cultivator, otherwise it was impossible for a dwarf winter melon, who was an eight-star martial artist, to lose his life in one move, even if Murong Bai was a peak martial artist, he couldn't do it, unless it was a warrior cultivator.

The mustachioed young man knew that he was invincible, so he pretended to be crazy and stupid and fled, Murong Bai didn't care at that time, but what he didn't expect was that this mustachioed young man was quite scheming, and after going around in a circle, he quietly sneaked back.

This guy is hiding far away and has been secretly observing, but fortunately he is hiding far away and knows how to restrain the breath on his body, otherwise he will definitely be discovered by the bastard.

After several days of observation, the mustache finally found out that Murong Bai was just an eight-star martial artist, and he couldn't help but want to kill him at that time, but remembering Murong Bai's shocking sword, the mustache hesitated, so he observed for two more days, and saw that Murong Bai was always alone, so he put his mind at ease, but in order to win, the mustache decided to ask a helper.

So, the mustache went to find the yellow-shirted warrior, because the western suburbs were demolished, the yellow-shirted warrior was temporarily homeless, so he went to the task with people, and it happened that he just came back from the mission, and he met the mustache in the north of the city.

The mustache immediately lobbied, saying that Murong Bai was a valuable eight-star martial artist, but the spiritual weapon in his hand was powerful, and he had no helper, and it was a sure thing to capture Murong Bai with the strength of the two of them.

The yellow-shirted warrior did not go very smoothly to do the task this time, and he didn't earn much spirit stones, so he agreed, the mustache was very good at coming to things, and invited the yellow-shirted warrior to a meal at noon, and after the two of them were full of wine and food, they came to Dahengshan.

Not far from the entrance of the cave, the yellow-shirted warrior smelled the breath of the giant python, and immediately his face changed greatly, and he turned around to leave, but the mustache explained, saying that he had been observing for many days, and he was absolutely sure that Murong Bai was in the cave, and the breath of the third-order giant python was pretended to be by means, and the yellow-shirted warrior stayed.

At this moment, when the yellow-shirted warrior saw Murong Bai coming out of the cave alone, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at it carefully, heh, he was still an acquaintance, and the yellow-shirted warrior was more relieved.

"You two strokes, that day Lao Tzu kindly spared you from death, but now you sent it to the door yourself. Murong Bai looked at the mustache as if he was seeing a dead man, and sneered.

"Boy, you have to pay it back sooner or later, you killed the dwarf winter melon, and today we are here to avenge him!" As the mustache spoke, he raised the ghost head knife in his hand and pointed at Murong Bai and said.

"Wait!" After the yellow-shirted warrior stopped the mustachioed youth, he stepped forward and said with a rather majestic voice: "I said Murong Bai, we are also old acquaintances, I advise you not to make senseless resistance, as long as you hand over the storage bag on your body, and then abolish your cultivation, Huang can spare your life." ”

"Hehe, I didn't expect that as soon as I woke up, it started to blow a strong wind. I want to ask why you asked me to hand over the storage bag, and why did you make me abandon my self-cultivation. After Murong Bai finished speaking, he immediately raised his hand and pointed at the mustache, even more disdainful, "If you want to kill me and take the treasure, you won't allow Lao Tzu to kill back! That's right, I killed the fat man, and he wanted to kill me first, did Lao Tzu say wrong?"

When the mustache heard this, his face suddenly became hideous, and the ghost head knife in his hand was raised again and pointed at Murong Bai and said fiercely: "Hmph, even if what you say is right, you must die today!"

"Murong Bai, don't toast or eat!" said the yellow-shirted warrior with a slightly angry face.

"Yes, I want to see how to toast without eating and drinking!" Murong Bai slapped the storage bag on his waist with his big hand, and with a flash of white light, the Ming Hong knife appeared in his hand.