Chapter 47: The White Horse

Mu Chen also thought of this method for his own inspiration, and he was overjoyed. After running two steps, put your hands on the ground and roll forward. At the same time, a layer of frost spread forward above the ground. The frost is not big, only a foot wide, and it has no problem accommodating your feet to stand up. With the help of momentum, Mu Chen can completely glide on the ground like an ice skate.

However, with Mu Chen's current spiritual power, the ice path condensed on the ground out of thin air, at most a distance of about 100 meters, and if it was longer, the consumption of spiritual power would be very serious.

Running like this for a while and sliding once, it saves a lot of effort and improves speed. If there is no delay, it is naturally excellent.

It's just that Mu Chen, of course, won't leave that obvious ice path behind after sliding. So after each slide, the ice will be dissolved. So where he ran, about a kilometer away, there was a puddle of wet traces on the ground that were more than 100 meters long.

"Huh!"

Mu Chen was in a hurry, and suddenly, there was a neighing of horses in front of him. When I looked up, I saw a pure white and energetic horse, with a saddle on the horse's back and a horse rein, standing on the side of the official road, walking and running, moving forward.

Mu Chen looked around, but he didn't see other pedestrians, and the horse was still walking forward, and he was about to leave his sight after a while.

Mu Chen ran a few steps and came to the white horse. The white horse, who was also psychic, stopped galloping when he saw someone coming, stopped and kicked the horse's hooves. Apparently a well-tamed, tame horse.

"Whose horse is this, and why is it abandoned on the side of the road like this?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Mu Chen's eyes, and he looked left and right, but there was no figure. After thinking about it, he turned on his sense of smell and sniffed on the spot.

On the horse's body, in addition to the normal smell, there is also a faint fragrance. Of these, the most remained on the saddle of horseback, apparently the smell of the horse's original owner.

In Mu Chen's eyes, he could clearly identify that the smell factor of this clear fragrance channel had disappeared into the woods next to the official road.

Following the smell into the woods, I made a big circle, but I found that the smell was back on the official road, and then mixed with the smell of sweat from another horse, apparently changing horses.

"So, the horse was abandoned?"

Mu Chen thought for a moment, and then directly turned over and jumped onto the white horse. Go on the official road and go forward.

Since the horse was discarded by the owner, he is neither stealing nor robbing. It just so happened that he lacked horses, and it didn't seem to be a big deal to use them.

Thinking about this section, Mu Chen is no longer hypocritical. Riding a white horse galloping forward. With horses, the speed is really faster, and it is even easier than many times. By the evening, about a fifth of the way had been completed. At this rate, in three more days, you will be able to reach the Imperial City.

Nothing was said all night. Mu Chen practiced boxing for a while, and then went to bed early. The next day, I woke up before dawn, and after doing the cultivation of the three-body posture and spiritual power, I continued to move forward. Strive to rush to the imperial city as soon as possible.

Along the way, Mu Chen also met some people who also rode horses or carriages, and even some people on foot, most of them were young people, some were alone, and some brought a lot of followers.

However, the avenue is wide and the purpose is the same, but everyone walks their own way. It does not interfere with each other.

Mu Chen walked all the way, and there were seven or eight people in black power suits on the side of the road in front of him, surrounding a woman. I don't know what Lu Dao is doing. The woman's back was to Mu Chen's side, so she couldn't see her face, just looked at her back, her arc was beautiful, and her figure was not bad.

Although some people were curious about what this group of warriors was doing around the woman. But this is already considered the territory of the imperial city, and at the feet of the Son of Heaven, it is expected that no matter how bold a person is, he will not dare to act recklessly. So Mu Chen didn't plan to care too much, and was about to pass by on a white horse.

When he passed by that group of people, Mu Chen also faintly heard the group of black-clothed warriors saying words like "Miss willfully goes home". Immediately knew that this was someone's family matter. Suddenly he moved forward with more peace of mind. Otherwise, if this group of martial artists bullied a woman, Mu Chen would impulsively step forward to help.

However, at this moment, the woman turned her head and saw the white horse under Mu Chen's crotch, and subconsciously shouted, "Xiaobai!"

Suddenly, the white horse that Mu Chen was riding, turned his head, and after seeing the woman, he neighed excitedly, and even ignored Mu Chen's control, he turned around directly and ran towards the woman.

"He Fangxiao is small!

Several martial artists beside the woman saw Mu Chen riding a white horse "rushing" towards them, and they immediately became nervous, and they all shouted coldly.

But this white horse running around is not what Mu Chen meant. These warriors drank coldly at Mu Chen, what could he do?

The first man in black, looking at Mu Chen's "stubbornness", a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted "Miss Protection", and then jumped up violently and punched towards the white horse.

This white horse is Mu Chen's tool to hurry, looking at the power of this warrior's punch, I am afraid that the white horse will be killed at once. How could Mu Chen sit idly by? With a cold snort, he jumped off the horse holding the horse's neck, swung it with the help of the horse's neck, stabilized his body, and then kicked towards the fist of the man in black.

Boom!

Fists and kicks collided.

With the help of the force from under his feet, Mu Chen jumped backwards and landed on the ground. And the warrior took four or five steps back, and his breath was unsteady for a while.

What are you kidding, Mu Chen is a serious blood-changing martial artist. With the force of a kick, even if it is a wooden stake, it can be kicked and broken at once. What's more, this black-clothed warrior saw that Mu Chen was underestimated at a young age, and he didn't take it seriously at all?

Moreover, there is a proverb in the old saying "It is better to take ten punches than to take one kick". Because the strength of a person's feet is originally several times the strength of his fists and arms. Even if it is an ordinary person, he can easily kick the wooden board and break the ribs of an ordinary person with a full kick. What's more, it's Mu Chen, who is a martial artist?

This warrior uses his own shortcomings to attack his strengths. The difference in strength between the two sides is not big, how can they not suffer?

"Captain!"

"Captain, you're fine!"

Seeing that this martial artist was kicked back by Mu Chen, the other martial artists suddenly shouted excitedly, and even worse, the two martial artists had already rushed towards Mu Chen, and with a brush, they directly pulled out the long sword on their waists.

Blades moved!

Mu Chen's eyes narrowed, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes. Between the warriors, the fist and foot fight is already extremely dangerous, and if you move, you will be seriously injured and killed, and if you move the blade, it will be an endless death without leaving a hand!

Seeing that this warrior moved his weapon, Mu Chen was also stimulated with ferocity, stepped on his feet, the ground shook slightly, and then as light as a tanuki, he rubbed into the arms of a warrior, his limbs shrunk slightly, and his shoulders were against the shoulders of this warrior!