The next day, it was another early morning, and in the morning, it was quiet, moist, and the feeling of the breeze blowing in the face was nostalgic! Flowing love.

Although the drunkard has black skin and seems to be a big man, he is also only in his twenties. The eyes opened slowly, the upper and lower eyelids separated, revealing a godly pupil, and when he got up, he saw that there was no one around.

"Strange, what about people?

The loyal look, the honest look, will always pop up, looking cute, but he is an iron-clad man, which seems to be unworthy of the name.

Seeing that there was no one around, it was immediately strange that Mu Yu was gone.

Mu Shu is a cultivator, how can he let a mortal see Zongying. If you want to see it, you can see it, and if you don't want you to see it, you won't see me even if you find the end of the world. Cultivating immortals to seek immortality, letting their blood go freely, stepping on lotus waves to cleanse sword bones, and shaping holy souls with void wind!

went out and continued to make weapons.

Mu Shu woke up first, holding a sword in his hand, majestic, and came to the drunkard's father's house, which was also embarrassing all the way. I don't know the road, and I don't know the people, so I asked for a long time before I inquired. Alas!

After knocking on the door for a long time, a man in his forties came out, and the fierce anger in his eyes flowed out by himself.

"Who? ”

This sentence is enough to reflect that this must be the appearance of a ruffian, a hooligan.

"Damn, kneel down for Lao Tzu, and I'll let you go. ”

Mu Shu is not a good brand, and he has been looking for his home for a long time. Of course, the card skin is not strong.,Came here and was scolded again.,Of course, it's angry.。。

There was a burst of murderous intent flashing in his eyes, the evil aura was drifting, the anger was in his heart, burning violently in his eyes, and he grabbed the hair of the drunkard father with one hand: "I will spare you once, if you dare to offend me again, I will let you die an ugly death." ”

The language was intimidating, and the murderous intent in his eyes could be seen at a glance, like waves constantly splashing, pulling his hair fiercely, and those who wanted to tear his skull didn't take him up. Use words to disguise yourself.

The drunkard's father naturally didn't obey, and his fierce appearance was enough to see on his face, because he was grabbed by Mu Hong's hair, and his scalp pain was hideous and terrifying.

"Damn, I can't be fooled,"

With his arms outstretched, he rushed forward, and Mu Yu was caught off guard and tripped to the ground.

"Little finished, Mao hasn't grown yet, dare to teach you a lesson. ”

Although the drunkard's father is not a cultivator and knows how to practice or anything, he is also a well-known ruffian in this village. Otherwise, how could he knock down a cultivator.

Of course, it was also a careless mistake, how could a mortal be compared to a cultivator, with carelessness and frivolity, so he accidentally tripped and fell to the ground.

The drunkard's father deceived him!!

In front of the house,

The two of them fought, and it seemed that the drunkard's father had an advantage, because the wood was redundant. And the drunkard's father seized the opportunity and rushed forward. Does the alcoholic father win?

Seeing such a scene, Mu Shu's face changed greatly, and after a while, he knew that the man in front of him was not an ordinary ordinary person, although he was not a cultivator, but he was also a person who had practiced.

At the moment, the body rises, and the body immediately retreats. Retreat to a few meters away. A few words came out of his mouth: "Qi clouds condense, transform into heaven, absorb spiritual energy, and evolve fire." ”

The murderous intent and anger in his eyes were blazing, and the word "kill" in his eyes seemed to be about to pop up.

In the hand, the flame slowly ignited and "drank" loudly, the flame-like palm slapped forward, and the palm turned burgundy, as if containing all kinds of divine aura, and the aura was constantly mixed in it, and the wisps of cyan aura were integrated into it. It's like a bird returning to its nest.

The flames broke out of the palm of his hand and rushed towards the drunkard's father. The fierce appearance of the flames rushed directly, as if it had its own will, and it was fierce, and it couldn't be struck back.

At this time, the fierce appearance of the drunkard's father suddenly wilted when he saw this scene.

Make a fire in your hand and kill people invisibly, this ability is immortal.

I was also stunned at the moment, after all, how could a mortal have seen the attack methods of cultivators, the so-called one who knows oneself and knows the other, and is invincible in a hundred battles. Mortals don't understand cultivators, how can they be successful? Besides, cultivators are much more powerful than mortals, so it's no wonder that they can succeed.

A god of Leng caught fire on his body, burning violently.

"No, immortal, let me go, ah! don't let me go, I'll do things for you!"

The voice of the drunkard's father reached the house, and a woman came out of it, looking at such a scene, her expression was also panicked, and she looked anxious.

"How are you, are you alright?" the woman, with a hoarse voice, ran out of the house, and was anxious to see the drunkard's father like this.

"Stinky bitch, ahhhhhh Not that water yet. ”

As soon as he heard this, the water was poured on the drunkard father's body.

Mu Shu looked at it coldly, with only indifference on his face. He didn't stop the woman, because he had changed his mind, and it would have been better if he had had his parents persuade the drunkard to go. So let him go.

I'm just going to let you go for the time being, and the days will be long! After we're done with this, we'll talk about it again. Scold.

Thinking of this, Mu Yu evoked a sneer.

When the water came into contact with the drunkard's father, the body was cool, the water extinguished the burning fire, and a burst of comfort entered the body, and the drunkard's father couldn't help but think.

But in the end, I held back, wouldn't it be a shame to make such a sound.

got up and knelt down, "Immortal, from now on, my life is yours, thank the immortal for sparing me." ”

Then he turned his head and scolded the woman indiscriminately, "Slut, if you don't kneel down, if you offend the immortals, I will stone you to death." ”

His countenance was still that of a fierce and unreasonable bastard, and when the woman saw him like this, she was also afraid, and she knelt down.

"Okay, I'm not looking for your business today......"

Before Mu Shu finished speaking, Wang Yong interrupted, making Mu Shu frown anxiously, already angry. After listening to it, I calmed down some of the anger in my heart.

"How could the immortals come to us for a blessing. "Wang Yong's fart is just right. The appearance of a villain made Mu Shu feel proud for a while, the drunkard's father was destined to be a big deal.

"Yes, yes. I think the drunkard is fine. It can be regarded as a fate for you. ”

Mu Yu looked arrogant when he raised his head, and at the mention of alcoholics, Wang Yong's face instantly turned black. He seemed to be very dissatisfied with this son.

Mu Shu frowned, naturally seeing that his face had changed, but he didn't know why.

Mu Shu asked, "What's wrong?"