After Mu Feng extracted the last trace of poisonous attribute yuan power from his dantian, Yu Qianqiu involuntarily stood on the ground, and he clearly saw that his dantian seemed to have dried up an orange, which had changed from the size of a ping-pong ball to the size of a pigeon's egg.

The surface of the dantian is crumpled, like a dead old bark. It's lifeless, and it doesn't feel any life.

Yu Qianqiu knew that he was finished, the dantian had been repaired, and it would be difficult for his greatest achievement to break through the condensation realm.

He hated, hated Mu Feng, hated Yu Poison, and hated the disciple who came to report to him.

If it weren't for them, they should be in retreat at this time, resting to break through the Jiedan realm?

Now, however, everything has become a mirror, an untouchable illusion.

"Little beast, I'll fight with you. Yu Qianqiu struggled to stand up like a shrew, and hit Mu Feng with her head.

Mu Feng just stretched out a hand and held Yu Qianqiu's head down, no matter how hard Yu Qianqiu tried, he couldn't shake it in the slightest.

"With your cultivation, the master is not afraid, but the people around the master may be afraid. The master is not afraid of trouble, but he hates trouble. So, I can only wronged you. Although the master will not kill you, it is absolutely impossible for you to get out of this mountain town alive. You see, how nice it was to follow my advice just now. ”

Mu Feng said in Yu Qianqiu's ear.

"You, you're ......" Yu Qianqiu glared angrily, looked at Mu Feng, and then sighed, his expression darkened.

In Yu Qianqiu's eyes, Mu Feng is the kind of peerless ghost talent who has an explosive talent for martial arts cultivation and is as wise as a demon.

Mu Feng's achievements in the future will definitely not be too low. Planting yourself in the heart of such a person can be regarded as not insulting your identity.

It is said that the bird is dying, and its song is also mourning. When a man is about to die, his words are good.

This may be the case with Yu Qianqiu. He wanted to pass on his inheritance techniques to Mu Feng.

It's just that Mu Feng's right hand was opened, and a purple-black poisonous attribute Yuan Force floated in his palm.

"This, this—" Yu Qianqiu's eyes widened, he finally understood why Mu Feng was not afraid of his poisonous attribute Yuan Force.

It turned out that the poisonous attribute Yuan Force condensed by Mu Feng was purer than his, and he was completely a class axe.

Mu Feng threw Yu Qianqiu's backhand at his disciple: "Take him away." If it's too late, you won't be able to leave. ”

When the disciple heard this, he knew the seriousness of the matter, so he picked up Yu Qianqiu and fled from the only restaurant in embarrassment.

Before, during the discussion, the spectators who had made bad remarks about Mu Feng couldn't help but lower their heads one by one, not daring to look in the direction of Mu Feng anymore.

A few of them are ready to leave the only restaurant.

"Woohoo—"

A few chopsticks plunged straight into the hard ground one step in front of them. If they take one more step forward, the soles of their feet will be pinned.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what are you doing in such a hurry? Today, I invite you to have a drink. How about giving face?" Mu Feng turned the wine glass in his hand and said lightly.

A few people hesitated, and two of them obediently returned to their places and sat down.

"What if we don't give this face?" said one of the middle-aged men with a meaty face, looking at Mu Feng fearlessly.

"Hehe......" Mu Feng raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup.

Everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and Mu Feng didn't know when, he had appeared in front of the middle-aged man with a meaty face, and a chopstick was pressed against the middle-aged man's Adam's apple with a meaty face.

"Don't give face to the master, do you think there is still a need to live?" Mu Feng said with a mouth full of wine.

The middle-aged man with a cross-faced face swallowed with difficulty.

He had already felt the aura of death.

"Hehe, Childe laughed, there are dragons and phoenixes among people like Childe, it's too late for us to make friends? Just now, it was just a joke. ”

The middle-aged man with a meaty face forced a smile.

Although this sentence is suspected of being a sycophant, the master loves to hear it. I also know you're joking, otherwise, this would, you're already like them. ”

Mu Feng said, pointing to the corpse of a greedy wolf on the ground. Then, he turned and walked towards his position.

Behind him, the middle-aged man with a face full of meat, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes were full of light, and the horizontal flesh on his face trembled.

I don't want to offend this kid, I just want to make a little money.

What's more, that man is still the kid's enemy.

This kid is probably too lenient.

The middle-aged man with a meaty face, since he dares to mix in Panshan Town, is naturally not a good stubble. As for the greedy wolf, if it weren't for his background, he wouldn't even be qualified to lift his shoes.

This kid still uses greedy wolves to scare himself, is he scared?

The middle-aged man with a meaty face, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help gritting his teeth and rushing towards Mu Feng.

"Whoa—"

Mu Feng didn't turn his head back, his right hand was raised, and the chopsticks in his right hand were like a streamer, shooting straight at the middle-aged man with a meaty face.

The middle-aged man with a meaty face seemed to have been on guard against Mu Feng's move for a long time. Because he was in mid-air, he had nowhere to borrow his strength, and there was no way to dodge. I had to cross my arms into a cross and stand in front of the chopsticks that were speeding away.

The middle-aged man with a face full of flesh, the muscles on his arms were bulging, glowing with a swarthy metallic luster, and it seemed that he had cultivated the way of the flesh.

"Poof"

"Poof"

However, he still underestimated the power of Mu Feng's casually throwing this chopstick.

As soon as he was in front of the chopsticks, his arms were pierced directly. Before he could react further, the chopsticks flew through his throat. Pierced through the back of the neck, bringing out a puddle of blood.

The middle-aged man with a face full of flesh was pierced in the throat, his body was exhausted, and he fell to the ground with a thud. Covering his neck with both hands, he twitched, and looked at Mu Feng in horror.

"Heaven has the virtue of a good life, but why don't you cherish your life?" Mu Feng turned around and looked at the middle-aged man with a meaty face, there was no compassion in his eyes, and said indifferently.

"Ho-ho-" The middle-aged man with a meaty face spat out a few mouthfuls of blood foam in his mouth, and then, his body was full of relaxation, and he died unwillingly.

The few warriors who had just sat back couldn't help but touch their throats with palpitations.

Thankfully, fortunately.

"Shopkeeper, good wine is up, I invited you to drink wine. Mu Feng sat back in his place like a person who had nothing to do.

"Don't dare, don't dare, this son is polite. Everyone hurriedly thanked them.

"What, is the wine invited by this son poisonous?" Mu Feng squinted at everyone.

"No, no, no, then thank you. Everyone looked at Mu Feng's sharp eyes, and they were terrified.

This guy is a killing god at all, and everything depends on him.

"Villain, if you let that old thing go like this, aren't you afraid that he will settle accounts after the autumn?" Yan Qingyan looked at Mu Feng dissatisfiedly and asked.

"Hehe, who said, if I let him go, he won't have to die. Mu Feng looked at Yan Qingyan with a wicked smile, his gaze was very aggressive.