"Xiao Shaoxia, what's wrong with you?" After Liu Ying'er finished worshiping the statue of the Holy Maiden, she saw Xiao Mu's gloomy face, so she asked with concern, "Did you remember something unpleasant?"

Xiao Mu shook his head, removed Ma Yunqing's matter from his mind, and said lightly: "No, no, nothing!" He raised his head, looked at the statue, changed the topic, and asked, "Did that holy girl go to Middle-earth after that?"

"That's right, the saint left here three months after the end of the plague, and she hasn't been back to Panqiao Town in the past few years, and I don't know how she's doing now!" Speaking of the saint, Liu Ying'er's eyes were full of admiration, and at the same time, a trace of disappointment flashed, "Although the saint is not much older than me, she is the most important mentor in my life, hey, I really want to see her again." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

She used three good thoughts in a row, showing how much she wanted to see the saint in her heart.

"Does the saint have a name?" Xiao Mu asked.

"I don't know the real name of the saint, I only know that the people she brought with her all call her 'Phoenix', it seems that her status should not be low!"

Xiao Mu muttered: "Phoenix, no name, code name is fine, in the future, when I go to Middle-earth, I will help you find her and tell her that you want to see her." ”

"Really?" Liu Ying'er's eyes widened, she had always wanted to go to Middle-earth to find the Holy Maiden, but Panqiao Town was tens of thousands of miles away from Middle-earth, and in addition, the Tang Empire was not stable, wars broke out from time to time, and many green forest thieves occupied the mountains as kings, making the road to Middle-earth even more difficult.

Therefore, when Liu Ying'er heard that Xiao Mu was willing to replace her to find the holy daughter, she was very excited, and she hugged Xiao Mu tightly in excitement.

In just a moment, she left Xiao Mu's body, her face was red, like the sunset on the horizon, very beautiful.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of fighting outside.

"Xiaopan, you coward, you don't dare to fight me for the real time, you only know how to escape, it's really useless!" shouted a young and proud voice.

"What are you talking about, who said I ran away, who said I wouldn't dare you fight with the real one?" another young voice came, with a hint of anger in his voice.

Liu Ying'er had already heard the voice of the second person who spoke, she rushed out of the temple of the Holy Maiden in a hurry, Xiao Mu also followed, only to see two children scuffling together, one was skinny, there was not much flesh on his face, neck and back of his hands, his face was pale, and his eyes were blank. The other child, like a fat piglet, had a neck so thick that it looked like it had no neck.

They were both eight or nine years old, but the fat kid looked older. He was surrounded by five or six little kids, cheering for the fat kid, who seemed to be his little brother.

The thin kid threw a punch, the force was not very great, and the speed was not ordinary, the fat kid easily dodged, and kicked out with his right foot quickly, kicking him to the ground.

Then, the thin child was rigidly suppressed, and was pressed to the ground by the fat child, unable to break free.

"How about it, Liu Xiaopan, accept it or not, if you accept it, kneel down, kowtow three times, and call me grandpa three times, how about it!" The fat child sat on the thin child's back and raised his voice.

"Fuck you, go to your ancestors for eighteen generations, why don't you call me three times Old Ancestor!" the thin kid struggled hard and shouted angrily.

"Stinky boy, I see you're itching, look for a fight!" said the fat kid with a thick fist and smashed it directly into the thin kid's head.

If this punch continues, I'm afraid that the thin child will be beaten to cerebral hemorrhage.

"Stop!" Liu Ying'er scolded, and at the same time, a figure quickly pierced out, and the next moment, it returned to Liu Ying'er's side, that person was Xiao Mu, and he was holding the thin child in his hand.

"Oops", the fat boy fell to the ground, he struggled to get up from the ground, and just wanted to scold, but as soon as he looked at Xiao Mu, who was tall, he stuffed the following words back into his mouth.

He turned to the thin child and said defiantly: "Liu Xiaopan, you coward, coward, you only know how to hide behind adults, don't you have the guts to fight my stomach alone?"

"Who said I don't have the guts!" the thin child struggled to leave Xiao Mu's hands, "Let go of me, let go of me!"

"Xiaopan, don't go!" Liu Ying'er stopped.

"Haha, Xiaopan, I knew that you were a coward!" The fat boy said triumphantly, "Liu Xiaopan, if you really have the guts, tomorrow afternoon, do you dare to come here and duel with me?"

"Who said I wouldn't dare!" Liu Xiaopan couldn't stand the fat boy's agitation, "Deng Meiqian, I took this battle!"

"Okay, when the time comes, don't you plan to bring adults over, whoever brings them will be slugs!" When he said this, Deng Meiqian's eyes drifted to Xiao Mu's side intentionally or unintentionally.

Liu Xiaopan said stubbornly: "Okay, I will never bring an adult over, and you are not allowed, whoever brings it is a slug!"

"Okay, Liu Xiaopan, tomorrow afternoon, I'll wait for you here!" Deng Meiqian carried his hands behind his back, hummed a song in his mouth, and walked out with a swagger, and the little brothers also followed Deng Meiqian.

Deng Meiqian thought to herself: Hehe, Liu Xiaopan, when my father comes back tomorrow and sweeps your Liu family, I will see what you use to fight me.

Liu Ying'er leaned over, wiped the dust on Liu Xiaopan's face with a handkerchief, and said softly: "Xiaopan, listen to my sister, don't come over tomorrow!"

"No, I don't want to!" Liu Xiaopan took a step back and said very seriously, "This is the agreement between me and Deng Meiqian, a manly man, it is difficult to chase after a man, how can I not believe my words!"

Xiao Mu looked at Liu Xiaopan's appearance, felt a little funny, and said: "You are unstable, and your strength is not as big as that fat man, what are you going to fight with the fat man!"

Liu Xiaopan opened his mouth, wanting to refute Xiao Mu, but he didn't know how to speak, he hugged his shoulders and said vigilantly: "Who are you? Why are you by my sister's side? Besides, what are you capable of?"

"Xiaopan, don't talk to Xiao Shaoxia like this!" Liu Ying'er saw that Liu Xiaopan was disrespectful to Xiao Mu, so she pulled down her face and said sternly.

Liu Xiaopan pouted, full of hostility towards Xiao Mu.

Xiao Mu smiled faintly, he didn't have time to pay attention to Liu Xiaopan, and there was no need to explain anything to Liu Xiaopan. If it weren't for the fact that Liu Xiaopan was Liu Yinger's younger brother, he wouldn't have bothered to meddle in the affairs of these little kids.

Just as Xiao Mu was about to turn around and leave, he stopped and looked at the other side of the street, only to see that a man in white in his thirties walked out there, with a proud personality, raised eyebrows, and an iron sword on his back.

When Xiao Mu saw this dress, he immediately remembered the White Yaksha, but the spiritual power fluctuations on the man in white were far weaker than the White Yaksha.

Next to the man in white, there was also a young man in white, who had several plasters on his face and several bandages wrapped around his arms, which looked very funny.

Liu Xiaopan looked at the young man in white blankly, and after looking at it for a long time, he recognized that it was Deng Shaohua, and he covered his mouth, for fear of laughing.

Deng Shaohua glared at Liu Xiaopan fiercely, then pointed at Xiao Mu and said to the man in white:

"It's him, Fourth Uncle, it's this kid who wants to ask my dad to fight tomorrow!"

The man in white squinted, glanced at Xiao Mu's body a few times, and said contemptuously: "Boy, your strength is only a small achievement in the Primordial Spirit Realm, how much ability can you have, you want to fight with the master of the Primordial Realm Perfection!"

"Won't you know if you try it?" Xiao Mu smiled faintly.

"Oh, you want to fight me?" the man in white couldn't help but look at him a few more times, "Okay, good, good, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, I like you young people who don't know the height of the sky!

"Ying'er, you take the small plate, step aside first!" Xiao Mutou said without looking back.

"Hmm!" Liu Ying'er nodded, then pulled Liu Xiaopan and retreated a few feet away, she knew that he couldn't help in this battle.

When Liu Ying'er retreated far away, the man in white said slowly: "Boy, my name is Deng Baiyi, and I am known as the God King in White!

Xiao Mu laughed and said, "The white-clothed God King, with you, you dare to be called the God King!"

Deng Baiyi frowned, and said very dissatisfied: "Boy, what, do you dare to question me?" As he spoke, his figure flashed, and his five fingers opened, like five sharp blades, cutting towards Xiao Mu.

Xiao Mu's figure flashed, and he quickly avoided the attack of the man in white.

Deng Baiyi was slightly stunned, he couldn't imagine that Xiao Mu's speed was so fast, he could dodge his claw shadow at once.

"I want to see how fast you are!" Deng Baiyi sped up, dragging out four or five afterimages in the air, and after a moment's effort, he caught up with Xiao Mu, "How about it, Xiao Mu, my afterimage is quite fast in five steps!"

"Five afterimages?" Xiao Mu smiled lightly, not putting it on his face at all, "Deng Baiyi, you can only conjure up five afterimages, look at my afterimages!"

With a flicker of his figure, he dragged out fifteen afterimages in a row, and because the speed was too fast, many people thought that sixteen Xiao Mu had appeared.

Deng Baiyi swallowed his saliva, and said with some surprise: "Can you conjure fifteen afterimages?" He himself can conjure up to eight afterimages, and even a strong person like Deng Kunwu can conjure up to twenty-five afterimages.

"How can fifteen afterimages be enough?" Xiao Mu's body flashed again, and this time, he dragged out more than forty afterimages in the air, and the afterimages were lined up together, like a swimming black snake.

If fifteen afterimages surprised Deng Baiyi, then these more than forty afterimages shocked him.

"Sister, what kind of spell is this?" Liu Xiaopan blinked, looked at Liu Ying'er, and asked. He originally thought that Xiao Mu was a very ordinary person like him, but he didn't expect that Xiao Mu would have a unique skill. He thought to himself: If this Xiao Mu can hand over this kind of footwork to me, then in the future, I don't have to be afraid of Deng Meiqian.

However, he remembered his previous disrespectful remarks to Xiao Mu, and he couldn't help but regret it secretly.

"I don't know, anyway, Xiao Mu is very strong!"

Liu Ying'er didn't know much about Xiao Mu's exercises, and she was also worried in her heart, she heard that Deng Baiyi's strength was the first spiritual realm, and he was the top master of Panqiao Town, and his status and spiritual power in the Deng family were second only to Deng Kunwu, and it could also be said that Deng Kunwu relied on the most.

"Boy, don't think that you can escape from the palm of my hand with any strange footwork, see how I clean you up!" Deng Baiyi sped up, and suddenly conjured eight afterimages in the air, pulling in the distance between himself and Xiao Mu, and at the same time, both hands grabbed together, and dozens of black paw prints poured out from both palms, frantically grabbing those afterimages of Xiao Mu, but they all pounced.

"Well, what about the body? Could it be that the body has disappeared?" Deng Baiyi's eyes widened, and none of the paw prints he had just used hit the body.

"What, are you looking for me?" Xiao Mu's voice suddenly appeared behind Deng Baiyi, Deng Baiyi was shocked, subconsciously turned around, and punched out, but that figure was also an afterimage.

Fifty or sixty afterimages surrounded Deng Baiyi's side, looking exactly the same one by one.

"Is even the afterimage so realistic? This is worthy of the legendary doppelganger technique, and the afterimage stays in the air for too long, it seems that this kid's ability is not small!" Deng Baiyi began to pay attention to Xiao Mu, and at the same time, he was also ready to use ten percent of his skills to deal with Xiao Mu.

Ordinary martial artists can only conjure up a few afterimages, and the afterimages are almost fleeting, and the afterimages are even more blurry than the shadows, not like Xiao Mu in front of him, each afterimage looks very similar to a real person.

"What's the matter, Xiao Mu, are you a rat? You only know how to escape? Just like that, do you want to fight with the head of the family? It's a bit of a fool's dream!" Deng Baiyi sneered. He knew that with his body shape and footwork, he would not be able to catch up with Xiao Mu at all, but would consume a lot of spiritual power.

"I just played with you, since you want to fight, I'll accompany you!" An afterimage slowly walked out from among the many afterimages, and the other afterimages all turned into wisps of black gas and disappeared into the air.

"Xiao Mu, is it finally out?" Deng Baiyi squinted, a little annoyed, he hadn't been able to recognize Xiao Mu from the many afterimages before, and he still needed to force Xiao Mu out with words, which was indeed a great shame for him, "It seems that you have to get rid of this guy quickly, otherwise you will lose your face!"

Thinking of this, he stretched out his right hand and pulled out the iron sword on his back. With a "clang", the long sword was unsheathed, and the blade let out a clear hiss.

The body of the sword was cold, glowing with cold light, which made people shudder. (To be continued.) )