In an open place in a mountain forest, two figures sat on the ground, and these two people were Mu Chuan's master and apprentice. In the past few days, they have searched for units within a radius of fifty miles, although there is a jade boat to travel, and the speed is really not slow, but what they found are small groups of bandits, and their martial arts skills are ordinary, and even more so, they are not even considered warriors, that is, the original villagers are just grass, not to mention the village where dozens of people have been slaughtered, and they dare not raise this idea even if they rob.

After today, Mr. Mo is going to take Mu Chuan out of this place, and the matter of chasing the murderer can only be put on hold for the time being, according to Mr. Mo, it is the final teaching of Mu Chuan. Both of them were speechless, silently eating dry food, looking at the increasingly silent teenager in front of him, Mr. Mo was a little distressed. The surrounding area has been cleared once, they are all some unfashionable thieves, there was a group of strong people before, and the leader called the second master is a cultivator, but they have been wiped out by me...... Wait, Second Master, thinking of this, Mr. Mo's eyes are like electricity.

Today's Zhongyi Hall is full of lights and a joyful scene.

"Hah, good wine. Wang Hu, who was sitting on the tiger skin chair, wiped his mouth, his rough big hand gently stroked the tiger skin, felt the smoothness from the palm, his comfortable eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the bandits under the seat, and the corners of his mouth opened again, which was something he couldn't think of.

Some time ago, this Wang Hu was sent out by the dead second master to keep an eye on Wang Zhuang, as a response before the start, for which he was still very unhappy, not much oil and water, and there were a lot of tired things, but he didn't expect that he escaped by mistake, and after the big boss came back to destroy the two Zhuangzi, he threw everything in the village to Wang Hu, and he disappeared, and he naturally became the new master. It feels so good to reach the pinnacle of life overnight, so I picked up the wine jar and poured a big sip.

"There is enough wine today, and the brothers are open to drink, hahaha. This sentence was exchanged for a round of applause, and the compliments were even louder.

"Boss, this village has a new owner, then this Zhongyi Hall can't be called Zhongyi Hall, it has to be changed to a new name, do you say this is the truth. The person who spoke had high cheekbones, slender eyes, and a fox-like appearance, and he was a little cunning, so he was favored by Wang Hu and became the military advisor of this new group of bandits. Wang Hu touched the stubble on his chin and asked with interest: "Master Hu, you drank a few drops of ink from our group of big bosses, so tell me what a new name should you choose?"

Hu Junshi's eyes rolled slightly, and he smiled: "Master, since you have the word 'tiger', how about calling it 'Tiger Roaring Hall'?" Wang Hu heard this, his eyes lit up, and his big hand patted the armrest: "Okay!" 'Tiger Roaring Hall', yes, Hu Junshi is really ... It's Sven scum, haha. The bandits laughed and applauded, Hu Junshi nodded yes, but said secretly in his heart: This guy is really vulgar, no matter what, this group of brainless poke things will be played by me sooner or later. When I was slightly drunk, I couldn't help but shake my head a little when I thought of a better life in the future.

"It's not a good name, I'll help you think of it, let's call it the mourning hall. But at this moment, an untimely voice sounded, breaking the atmosphere in the room. When a pock-faced bandit heard this, he slapped it on the table with a bang and screamed, "Who's going to die? Drink a few more sips and disturb the family's interest, grandma!" Everyone looked at each other, not understanding which blind little brother was talking nonsense.

The footsteps approached, and everyone followed the sound and looked at the door with wide eyes, and sure enough, two figures appeared in front of a group of bandits, and it was an old man in a green shirt and a young man in linen, these two are not Mr. Mo and Mu Chuan, who else?

Hu Junshi squinted at the two of them, and there were some doubts in his mind, it seemed that there was not so old in the village, nor was it so young, could it be a new recruit? Under the influence of alcohol, his head was a little dizzy, and he didn't expect it to be an intruder at all. Wang Hu on the chair slammed the wine jar to the ground, and his fierce expression was revealed: "Old man, did you say this?" After speaking, he burped again, and a group of bandits screamed, drew out a big knife, and waited for an order to give the two people in front of him a result. Mr. Mo glanced at Wang Hu and said lightly, "Baisha Village, is this name familiar?"

"Hey, boss, the show is coming. Wang Hu grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, staring at the two of them with a pair of drunken eyes, Hu Junshi waved his hands: "What white sand and black sand, there are more villages where our tiger roars and destroys, you want to know so much, I will send you down to ask." Come on, chop and feed the dog!" In a drunken haze, he didn't forget to shoot the new master's fart.

Mu Chuan's body trembled obviously, and he was about to rush forward, but Mr. Mo's right hand was slightly raised and blocked him. And the bandits licked their lips, their eyes filled with fierce light, and they hugged each other in a hula-la-la. The pockmarked-faced bandit looked at the pair of old and weak people in front of him, and his hand holding the ghost head knife tightened. This is an opportunity to behave, Mazi thought to himself, and his feet sped up a little.

Mr. Mo looked at the bandits who rushed over, a wisp of a playful smile on his face, and then the cold light flashed in his eyes, and he didn't see any movement, but the air next to Mr. Mo turned cold rapidly, and everyone who rushed over shivered, and after a while, the temperature in the hall seemed to drop to freezing, and then looked at the other bandits who rushed forward, everyone's footsteps became slower and slower, and between the big breaths, a cloud of white mist erupted, as if they were now in the cold winter wax moon.

After a tooth-sore crisp sound, with Mr. Mo as the origin, a layer of imperceptible hoarfrost spread rapidly, and the room was dotted with frost, and a personal-shaped ice sculpture was dotted among them, and the cold air rose. Wang Hu was thrilled by the cold, his dizzy head instantly sobered up, and when he looked at the room again, the front half of the pockmarked face was lying on the ground, while his legs were condensed on the floor, and Hu Junshi and others were slowly turning into crystal ice sculptures.

At this glance, Wang Hu's soul flew into the sky, and all the wine he had drunk before turned into cold sweat and covered his forehead. "Poof" fell to his knees with a bang, kowtowed a few times in a row, and begged in fear: "The villain has no eyes, offending the immortal master, you have a lot of adults, let go of the small one!" Looking at the hellish scene in front of him, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that the old man in front of him was an existence he couldn't afford to provoke.

Mu Chuan looked at the group of people around him who were formed ice sculptures, there was no unbearable feeling in his heart, some were just happy to take revenge, and then looked at Wang Hu who was kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, and his violent anger surged up, rushed forward and kicked Wang Hu, grabbed his collar and said hatefully: "Baisha Village, did you do it!?" Wang Hu was kicked coldly, and when he looked up, he saw only a young man dressed in sackcloth, and then looked up to meet Mu Chuan's gaze, and couldn't help but be startled, the young man in front of him had red eyes, staring at himself fiercely, like a beast that chose people to devour.

But when Wang Hu saw this, he was happy in his heart, the old man was still at the door, there was still some distance from him, and the young man was in front of him, his heart was beating slightly, this... It's a chance to live. After thinking about it, Wang Hu knelt on the ground and slowly moved to Mu Chuan, shouting in his mouth: "Little hero, don't fight, don't fight, I say, I say..."

Wang Hu spat on the ground, looked at Mu Chuan, whose face was flushed, and said viciously: "Little rabbit cub, dare to kick you Tiger Master and me?"

looked at Mr. Mo with an indifferent face at the door, and said with a flattering smile: "Immortal Master, I don't know about Baisha Village or anything, you have killed so many people, it is time to relieve your hatred, hehe, it is so cold here, I am afraid that my hands and feet will be frozen, and the strength will be uneven, this child will go out with me first, and I will put it back for you at the time of a cup of tea, how about it?"

Wang Hu knew that this old man had a lot to do with this young man, although he was a cultivator? Anyway, he had heard the big boss mention such a mouth, Wang Hu looked like a rough branch, but in fact he was still a little clever, he secretly calculated the gap with Bocai, not to mention fighting alone, even five or six heroes together, it may not be able to defeat him, but if he escapes, Wang Hu is confident that his light skills are not practiced in vain, the old man in front of him, even if he is a little stronger, if I run with all my heart, he will not be able to catch up.

Mr. Mo glanced at Wang Hu, who was confident, and his tone was as flat as ever: "I'll give you five breaths of time, let him go, and let you live a little longer." When Wang Hu heard this, he didn't dare to let go of the slightest bit, he was also a murderer who licked blood from the knife, this kind of coaxing the fledgling little fart was still a little useful, he himself used this method to know how many words! Thinking about it, Wang Hu's face trembled, and he was thinking about using more force to show the arrogant old man in front of him some color, but the expression on his face was frozen, and he found that his hand could not exert strength at all, and he lost the sense of his arm.

"What's going on, my hand! my hand!" Wang Hu looked at Mr. Mo, and his fear was self-evident. Mr. Mo walked forward slowly, with each step, the more hoarfrost on Wang Hu's body, and finally Mr. Mo stopped, reached out and tapped the arm that was stuck in Mu Chuan's neck, only to see that the arm started from the contact point of Mr. Mo's fingers, and cracks spread, and finally Wang Hu's entire arm fell apart and turned into pieces of broken ice and sprinkled down. The strange thing is that there was no blood gushing out, and there was no pain, Wang Hu just watched his hand disappear.

Mr. Mo's fingers moved lightly, ready to fall on the other hand, the panic in Wang Hu's heart finally couldn't be contained, and he shouted hoarsely: "Immortal Master, no, grandpa, don't kill me, the villain deserves death, don't be careful, the villain has an old mother and a child, you can spare me!"

Faced with the strong man's begging for mercy in front of him, Mr. Mo was unmoved, and said softly: "Who is the leader of this thief's den?"

Wang Hu naturally didn't dare to hide it, and said it all like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

"I'll be waiting for you outside. Before the king tiger could open his mouth to beg for mercy, the frost covered the tip of his nose, leaving only a pair of eyes to turn.

In the corner of the room, a kitten followed the mother cat to hunt, although the action was rusty, but after a few attempts, it finally tasted the taste of blood.