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Although the Hongyue Gang is a gang, its strength is very strong, and even the Taishou of Huai'an City is a brother and sister to the leader of the Hongyue Gang.

Mu Yu smiled faintly, lifted his robe, walked towards the official office, sat down with a big thorn, took a sip of fragrant tea, and said: "When they arrive at the official office, let them in, no need to stop them." ”

When everyone heard this, the tension and apprehension in their hearts suddenly disappeared.

Yes, there are little immortal masters here, are you still afraid of those ordinary people?!

Da Da Da ~~

A burst of crying came out, and thousands of cavalry rolled up a mighty yellow smoke and ran all the way from outside the town gate to the front of the official office, extremely arrogant.

I saw an eight-foot-tall iron bucket-like strong man, wearing a pair of chain mail, carrying a half-zhang long broadsword, crossing the threshold of the official office with no one in his eyes, and went straight in.

"Go and call your pavilion chief, come and see my uncle!" This strong man with an iron bucket is naturally Li Er's brother, Li Da. When he found that there was no one at the door to greet him, he was so angry and unhappy that he stood in the courtyard and shouted at a catcher with a thunderous voice.

"Lee, Lee...... Uncle Li, the pavilion chief ordered earlier, saying that you want to go over and see him by yourself......" The catcher shuddered and finished this sentence intermittently.

"What? That dog official has eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall, so he doesn't take my Hongyue Gang in his eyes!" Li Da opened his eyes angrily, snapped, and fanned the catcher away, accompanied by a miserable scream, and several teeth fell out of his mouth.

Strode towards the hall, and when he saw the pavilion chief of Qingshi Town, who was standing next to a young man with a respectful face, Li Da suddenly felt a trace of vigilance and suspicion in his heart.

"First-class master?" Mu Yu's eyes flickered with a faint ray of essence, two years ago, Li Da was just a second-rate master, but he didn't expect that two years later, this guy would break through to the first-class realm, looking at his age, that is, he was in his thirties, it can be seen that his martial arts talent is not bad.

However, what can even if a congenital peak powerhouse stands in front of Mu Yu?

With the many means of pastoral language, it will be a little troublesome to slaughter a figure who has broken through the realm of martial arts, but it is by no means a difficult task.

"Who are you?" Li Da frowned, his voice was dull, and he asked Chong Muyu.

Mu Yu said calmly: "You are Li Da?"

"Hmph, I asked knowingly. Li Da snorted coldly.

"Presumptuous, how can you talk to the little immortal master!?" a catcher quickly stood up, scolded, and then quickly retreated into the crowd.

Mu Yu was stunned, and glanced at the catcher, who bowed respectfully to him, baring his big yellow teeth and smiling flatteringly.

The pavilion chief scolded in his heart, stepped on the catch with resentment, and warned him with vicious eyes, not to steal his limelight in front of the little immortal master.

"When you are free?" Li Dahu suspected, he would mistake the meaning of the word, thinking that this was the name of the pastoral language.

When Li Da looked at Mu Yu carefully, he found that the other party was not very old, but the temperament exuded from his body had a feeling of Ling Ran. Not deliberately, but naturally emanating after some kind of edification.

As if thinking of something, Li Da's expression was suddenly full of cruelty, and he shouted: "You are the little brute who stabbed my brother to death with a knife two years ago?"

Seeing that Mu Yu's eyes showed a trace of cold killing intent, Li Da "understood" everything, no wonder the pavilion chief and the others didn't put themselves in their eyes, it turned out that they hugged the backer of "Xiao Xianshi"!

Although his younger brother is not a weapon, he is also a person with a lot of strength, plus more than a dozen soldiers and fast arresters at the beginning, they were all killed and retreated by this "Xiao Xianshi" in front of him, it can be seen that his martial arts should not be weak, probably reaching the third rate?

In two years, "Xiao Xianshi" should have worshiped a famous teacher, martial arts soared, and I heard that there was a change in Qingshi Town, so I rushed over, and the pavilion chief's soft bones, after being shocked by "Xiao Xianshi", in order to hug the thighs of this 'master', so they spoke disrespectfully to themselves......

After sorting out his thoughts, Li Da thought that he had guessed the "truth", he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, pointed to Mu Yu's nose, and scolded: "Little rabbit cub, even if you break through the second-rate realm in two years, what will happen?

Swish!

Without giving Mu Yu time to react, Li Da suddenly pulled out a half-zhang long broadsword, on the blade, carved with golden patterns, like a dragon, and the snow-white sword glowed in the sunlight, exuding a dazzling silver-white brilliance.

Burst!

Li Da just waved the big knife and wanted to cut off Mu Yu's head, but a light and fluttering palm suddenly slapped towards his chest, like a ton of stone, and slammed into Li Da's chest, and the good chain mail "banged", and only lasted a few breaths, then turned into a round iron ring, flying everywhere, and Li Da also spurted out a mouthful of blood, smashed into the pile of people, and let out a miserable howl.

"Shoot the arrows!" Li Da shouted in horror on his face, looking at Mu Yu as if he were looking at a demon beast.

One palm! With just one palm, he defeated his own first-class master!

Could it be that the other party is a congenital? This is absolutely impossible! In the martial arts, there has never been such a young innate master, even if he swallows the rare Pei Yuan Dan, the youngest congenital recorded in the history books is also twenty-one years old!

Mu Yu's expression was cold, and he looked at the more than 100 crossbowmen who rushed into the courtyard, each with a bow and crossbow that was clearly controlled by the military.

Before they could make a move, Mu Yu clasped his hands and quickly recited the incantation. I saw dozens of pale cyan wind blades slashing out, and in an instant, they were submerged into the bodies of thirty or forty crossbowmen, either cut off at the waist, or missing arms and legs, accompanied by a blood mist flying, and the terrible screams resounded through the small half of Bluestone Town, which was like a slaughterhouse, full of stumps and pools of blood.

"Immortal Master spare your life!" Seeing this, the rest of the people were already frightened, knelt on the ground in fear, and threw their weapons aside.

In just a few breaths, dozens of wind blades had already consumed one-third of Mu Yu's spiritual power.

Mu Yu took a light breath and silently held a crystal spirit stone, absorbing the energy in it to replenish the spiritual power in his body.

The strength of the monk does not lie in how many people he can kill at one time, but in the ability to easily cut off the head of the commander or even the emperor in a million troops.

Even if it is a strong person in the foundation building period, if you want to kill a thousand martial artists, it will take a lot of effort, and there is no guarantee that no one will be missed. But if you want to kill someone, no matter how many innate martial artists around you protect you day and night, all you need is a flying sword from outside the sky, and it is as easy as searching for your head.