Mu Fan entered the house on the east side, which was covered with dust, and it was estimated that no one had been here for a long time.

He cleaned the house briefly and found a pool of dried liquid patches in the corner of the table. The patches were black and had no smell at all.

Mu Fan paid attention and continued to clean the house, finding several similar patches of dried liquid. It wasn't until he saw a patch in the shape of a palm print that he finally knew what these patches were.

Someone was killed in this house, and those dried black liquid patches were blood.

People died, corpses were disposed of, but the blood was not cleaned, and over time it turned into black, dry patches.

Mu Fan took out a bucket of water from the storage ring, poured it violently, and washed the house.

He looked in the direction of the other houses, where the occupants had died for some unknown reason, or if the three neighbors had killed them.

It could be one or two of the three neighbors, or maybe all of them were involved.

When entering Genting, the old man who guarded the gate said that as long as he didn't kill people in private, it was fine. It turns out that someone died here in private.

Walking from the periphery to Genting, it was easy along the way, and there was no one who couldn't be solved. The only thing that caught his attention was the young swordsman, and other than that, nothing else was gained.

He felt that this place was not as terrifying as he imagined, and he did not refine much killing intent because of this. Just because his strength is too strong, among the monks in the Jade Hall Realm, no one is invincible.

Others want to kill him, but in his eyes, he is a mayfly shaking a tree, and he can't do anything about it.

After a lot of effort to clean the house and get rid of the blood stains in the house, he moved a Taishi chair to the yard, slapped it on the buttocks, and crossed Erlang's legs.

Neighbors in the other rooms don't come out, seemingly deliberately keeping their distance.

Mu Fan walked to the door of the young man's room, knocked on the door a few times, and said, "Is Brother Tai free?" ”

"Not available." The young man in the room answered so neatly that he directly blocked the conversation.

Mu Fan smiled bitterly and turned to find the uncle who looked like he was forty or fifty years old. Before I reached the door, I heard an old voice from the house: "I'm not free." ”

"Only the girl in the opposite room is left." Mu Fan said secretly in his heart.

Walking to the door of the house where the young girl lived, he knocked lightly on the door and asked, "Girl, do you have any free time?" ”

There was silence in the room for a while, and then the door slowly opened, and the young woman shook her head, opened her mouth, pointed to her throat, and did not speak, but kept gesturing with her hands.

Mu Fan quickly understood what the woman meant, and sighed in his heart: "It turned out to be a dumb girl." ”

The mute girl smiled slightly, then shook her head helplessly, and pointed to Mu Fan's room.

Mu Fan didn't understand what the woman meant at first, but he was stunned at the door for a while, but the woman didn't invite him in. He smiled and nodded, and stepped back alone.

Sitting back on the Taishi's chair, he took a keen interest in the place. In addition to curiosity, there is also a little jealousy.

On the way to this courtyard, Mu Fan saw a building similar to a martial arts arena, with many differences in details, and it was basically the same.

He patted the armrest of the Taishi chair, got up and left the courtyard, and decided to go around the place where the martial arts arena was performed.

There are not many rules in Genting, and even private killings have happened, and in the midst of it, you can be killed at any time.

If it weren't for Mu Fan's strength, he wouldn't dare to walk on the street now.

The streets are deserted, and when looking for the courtyard, there is basically no one active, and occasionally a few people are following and snooping, and I don't know what the idea is?

Mu Fan still hadn't put away the jade plate, he believed that someone would come to grab it.

The people of Genting were very restrained, and they were stronger than he expected. From the courtyard to the martial arts arena, there are three or four miles to say. Not a single person moved the way, but there were three or four stalkers.

Others didn't take the initiative to take action, and Mu Fan didn't take the initiative either. The martial arts arena is right in front of you, and if you want to do it, it's the best place to do it.

As if he had entered the courtyard, as soon as he walked in, everyone in the martial arts arena who had not fought with him looked at him as if he was very eye-catching.

Mu Fan wears a hat on his head and a mask on his face, this outfit does not look abrupt here, and there are many people who hide their identities.

"Everyone, there are more than 800 taels of spars in my jade plate, which of you is interested? Just come and get it. He said it jumped into the ring, "No one is interested? ”

There were many people fighting in the martial arts arena, and they were in a battle to the death, and they didn't have time to care about Mu Fan's affairs. The people who hadn't yet fought fell silent, and then began to mumble quietly.

Mu Fan couldn't help frowning, and said in his heart: "What are you doing?" Is this a decision on who gets on? ”

The people below talked for about ten breaths, and finally an old man jumped into the ring.

The old man coughed again and again, coughing so that his neck was bruised and his ears were red.

Mu Fan rushed over quickly and kicked the old man in the abdomen. This time he used two percent of his strength, wanting to try the old man's skills.

The old man waved his hands, his legs slightly bent, and his feet touched the ground on their toes. Look at the posture and prepare to resist Mu Fan's feet.

Mu Fan's feet were in contact with the old man's palms, the old man's palms were full of strength, and the strength on Mu Fan's feet was simple, similar to that of ordinary people fighting.

The old man's arms were broken, and the Thousand Layers of Jin did play a role, dissolving part of the strength on Mu Fan's feet.

Otherwise, if this kick goes out, the old man will not only break his arms, but he is afraid that his abdomen will also be kicked through by this kick.

Mu Fan's hand knife was also simple, but it was faster, faster than the knife of the young swordsman before.

The old man heard the sound of his neck bones shattering, the last sound he had ever heard alive. The force sent his body flying sideways and slamming into the wall outside the ring.

Due to the multiple broken bones, his posture was extremely strange, like an untied scarecrow, and his limbs were placed haphazardly.

Mu Fan took off his jade plate and glanced at it, and the number of spars became three thousand taels.

"Everyone, now I have three thousand taels of spars, is there anyone who wants it, kill me, these things are yours."

The people watching the battle nearby frowned, this kid was too frivolous, and he hadn't seen such an arrogant young man for a long time.

This is Genting, not any other place. Kill and kill, and a high profile here will not end well.

Who would have thought that Mu Fan came here just to improve his strength and was eager to meet a master. The spar is not a floating cloud to him, but the five-grade spar is indeed a floating cloud.

He regretted coming to the Jade Hall Realm more and more, and until now there was no one who could force him to use all his strength.

The people under the ring muttered quietly, and after a while another person jumped into the ring. The man was born with a tiger's back and a strong body, two heads taller than Mu Fan.

The stout man came up and was about to strike, and he had just taken a few steps.

Mu Fan smiled: "It's better to have a few more people, it's too troublesome to go one by one." ”

"Ah......" the stout man roared, "Niang Xipi, grandpa, I'll kill you turtle grandson!" ”

Mu Fan plucked out his ears, he didn't know where the dialect was. It seems to be a collection of southern and northern dialects, mixed together, and it sounds awkward.

"Niang Xipi, grandpa, I'll kill you turtle grandson." He learned from the stout man to say it again, and it sounded even stranger.

The sturdy man thought that Mu Fan intended to humiliate him, and he was annoyed in his heart, but he didn't dare to be impulsive when he made his move. He clenched his hands into fists and rushed in front of Mu Fan in a flash.

Mu Fan raised his hands, learned the strong man's fist, and dodged in the same way, and circled behind the man.

The man found that Mu Fan had disappeared, and hurriedly retracted his fists to defend himself, and at the same time kicked the ground under his feet and rose into the air.

Mu Fan let go of his fist, grabbed the man's leg, and slammed it downward.

"Boom!"

The ring was broken in a large chunk, and debris was flying everywhere. The arena here is crudely constructed, there is no enchantment around it, and the shattered ring will not be repaired automatically.

The man was smashed by this, and his skull cracked a few cracks, but fortunately it was not broken, and although it was painful, he did not die on the spot.

Mu Fan threw himself hard outside the ring, and the man was thrown out at an extremely fast speed, hitting his head on the stone pillar next to him.

This time the man's luck was bad, the skull was shattered, and the red and white things were mixed with debris and splashed together, and no panacea could save him.

Mu Fan looked at his jade plate, and the amount was eight thousand eight hundred taels.

"Everyone, please look, the jade plate is shown as eight thousand eight hundred taels, think about it, do you want to come up and kill me?" He laughed out loud, "Even if eight people come up and kill me, if they really kill me, each of them will still get 1,100 taels." Why, is there really no one who is excited? ”

The people in the neighborhood discussed it and finally decided to take action together. The number of people who shot was beyond Mu Fan's imagination, there were too many!

The entire ring was still in the life-and-death struggle just now, as if they had received some signal, and suddenly all of them stopped. Everyone in the entire martial arts arena stared at Mu Fan in unison, like a hunter staring at his prey.

Mu Fan glanced at it roughly, there were about seventy or eighty people. He clenched the sword of the Three Kings, and his emotions gradually became excited.

These people have to communicate before making a move, and they may have their own organizations. If these people are killed here, their respective groups will definitely take action. Maybe not now, but it's definitely not going to be peaceful.

Mu Fan is not afraid of things, to be precise, he is trying to make trouble. Regardless of the outcome, he would stay here for three days at most, and then he would leave here and challenge the Mirror Monk.

I don't know who gave the order, and seventy or eighty people shot together, rushing towards Mu Fan from all directions, heaven and earth.

In an instant, the surrounding air distorted, and seventy or eighty True Yuan strands split the air into many segments. In some places, the air is tightly pressed, and in other places, it is extracted raw.

Mu Fan raised the Three Kings Sword above his head, and then slashed downward. Seventy or eighty people were divided into two pieces, and a few people did not dodge, and were directly cut into several pieces by the sword qi.

"Disappointing ......"