Just when everyone forcibly used their spiritual power to dispel the discomfort in their brains, Mu Sen's somewhat arrogant voice came. Everyone was slightly stunned, thinking to themselves that the wooden sacrificial wine was lost?

But when they looked at it, they found that it was not the case. At this time, Mu Sen did not face the dark-skinned warrior, but pointed his long knife at the warrior in the red robe.

Everyone didn't know why, and they didn't know what Mu Sen was going to do. Because when the aftermath dissipated, the dark-skinned warrior was still standing there, with spears pointing to the sky, and his clothes flying, and he didn't look defeated at all.

But if he hadn't been defeated, how could he explain the act of sacrificing wine?

Sick in the head?

No, don't just say that other people have a sick brain, the premise of having a sick brain is that you must have a brain.

Mu Sen, who was pointing his knife at the red-robed warrior, suddenly felt that his brain might really be a little lacking, and he somehow felt that this red-robed warrior was very unpleasant, and an irrepressible urge rose in his heart, that is, to kill this warrior.

This thought startled Mu Sen, he was here to ask for money, not to kill people. How could such an idea come up for no reason? It's unscientific, and I'm obviously a lover of peace.

The dark-skinned warrior glanced at Mu Sen, a lover of peace, and spat out a mouthful of blood. He lost this battle, completely defeated, and if it weren't for Mu Sen retracting his strength later, he wouldn't be as simple as spitting out a mouthful of blood now. So, he arched his hand seriously at Mu Sen.

Seeing this scene, many warriors wondered in their hearts. This warrior vomited blood without warning, there was no injury on his body, and even his complexion did not change. Doesn't it mean that before vomiting blood, your face will be white, golden, or red......

If the dark-skinned warrior knew what these warriors were doing, he would definitely roar loudly, Lao Tzu's face clearly understood, but I am not a superficial person, so it is not obvious.

Not to mention the turbulence in the hearts of the dark-skinned warrior and the onlookers, at this time, a cold smile appeared on the corner of the red-robed warrior's mouth, and he looked at Mu Sen, "Wood sacrifice wine, is this challenging me?"

Mu Sen wanted to say that it wasn't, I just couldn't control myself.

But eventually he nodded and said, "Yes." In addition to saying that the words were like being covered with water, he also particularly disliked the current posture of the red-robed warrior. The coldness exuded by this red-robed warrior was very different from the coldness exuded by the stinky face of the man beside him.

The coldness exuded by the stinky warrior who owed money was just plain cold, like an iceberg, born like this. But the red-robed warrior had a hint of murderous intent in his coldness, his eyes were wandering, hiding disdain and indifference, and he looked at Mu Sen as if he was looking at a captive livestock.

So Mu Sen added, "I'm going to beat you up and can't take care of yourself." ”

Seeing Mu Sen's cruel words, the cold eyes of the red-robed warrior showed a trace of disdain, and he said, "Mu Sacrifice Wine, do we have any grievances?"

"Yes. Mu Sen nodded with certainty.

The red-robed warrior was slightly stunned, but said in an instant, "Why don't I know?"

"Do you need to know about this kind of thing?" Mu Sen asked rhetorically.

The red-robed warrior was stunned again, what kind of logic is this? Shouldn't this kind of thing be two-sided? It's not love, and it can still be unrequited.

"Shut up. Seeing that the red-robed warrior wanted to speak, Mu Sen interrupted him and said, "No need to say more, I just want to beat you!"

The red-robed warrior smiled, his smile was like a man-eating flower Shu curling flower bud, brilliant but full of danger. His red robe rose without wind, hunting sounded, and the spiritual power around him began to surge wildly, forming whirlpools that were visible to the naked eye. "Hong Han, appreciate the tricks of the wood sacrifice wine!"

Hearing the name of this red-robed martial artist, Mu Sen didn't react. After all, I don't know each other, so what a fart reaction?

However, many onlookers were shocked and looked at Hong Han with awe. After Hong Han came, he has always been detached from the outside world and has no contact with everyone, so most of the warriors do not know his origin. But as he reported to his home, everyone's hearts were turbulent, thinking that this ruthless man had come......

Hong Han is a casual cultivator, but it is the kind of casual cultivation with atmospheric luck. It is said that he once strayed into an ancient cave mansion and got a shocking inheritance, a pair of frost hands swept the invincible of the same rank, and there were many older generations of martial artists who hated him in his hands. He is now at the peak of the Jindan period, but his combat power is even stronger than that of some Yuan Infants.

"Hong Han and Mu Saijiu are fighting, who do you think has the greatest chance of winning?"

"Of course it's Hong Han, it's not like you haven't heard of his records. And there's an update you've heard?"

"What's the news?"

"Just half a month ago, Hong Han once killed the six-rank fierce beast alone!"

"Shhh...... That is equivalent to a master of Yuanying, and Hong Han's combat effectiveness has increased again. ”

......

Listening to everyone's discussions, Mu Sen's eyes condensed slightly, he didn't expect that this guy was still a person with the aura of the protagonist, and he had such an opportunity, which should not be underestimated, not to be underestimated. But......

You vulgar guys don't need to sing me down like that, do you...... How could I be so cowardly?

Mu Sen clenched the long knife in his hand, and the strong spiritual power came out of his body, and his gaze became as sharp as electricity, directly burning the void. He himself is like a long knife that pierces the sky, and an indescribable domineering aura spreads towards the four fields.

Those martial artists who were originally not optimistic about Mu Sen were a little shaken at this time, and they felt that with the posture that Mu Sen was showing at the moment, even if it was ......

It's no problem to hold on for a few rounds under Hong Han.

It's not that everyone doesn't believe Mu Sen, it's really that Hong Han's past records are too exaggerated. This guy has not stated before, and he has not heard of the origin of his heels. But suddenly one day, he began his bloody journey to fame. There are countless warriors who have fallen at his feet, and every time he strikes, he is extremely fierce, and the warriors who fought against him died or died, and none of them fell to the advantage.

There was once an older generation of martial artists who couldn't see what he did and wanted to educate him, but he had a secret treasure brought out from the Ancient Cave Mansion, and the slightest wind and grass could be thousands of miles away, and even the combination could not stop it.

Hong Han didn't anger a higher-level martial artist, and once a distracted martial artist released a word to use Hong Han to commemorate his deposed great-grandson, but then he couldn't do it. This made some martial artists speculate that Hong Han was not a simple casual cultivator, and the energy behind him was not small.

Seeing that Mu Sen was going to fight with Hong Han, Su Mu and Bai Yan were happy in their hearts, and they really wanted to see Mu Sen being killed and maimed. However, Gu Cheng was a little worried, if something happened to Mu Sen here, he wouldn't have to break it that day?

Gu Cheng moved his steps lightly and came to Wei Ling and the others, he whispered with some concern, "Wood Sacrifice Wine, he won't have a problem, right?"

Li Huairuo raised his eyebrows, "What can be the problem?"

"It's, it's ......"