Luoyi is the base camp of Shaolin, the masters in the temple are like weaving, Fan Hui is a good hand, this time with him are all one of the best hands in the Panruo Hall, they are all in the best place, they can not take Liu Mu without worry. There is a shadow of Shaolin behind this inn itself, otherwise they would not have come so quickly. There were more than two dozen tables scattered in the hall, and the scene that was supposed to be full was immediately reduced by more than half after they appeared.

This inn is located in the most prosperous part of the city, the price of the meals is fair, and the amount of each meal is quite sufficient, so the daily meal is always overcrowded, which is also a big view in the city, after all, the temptation not to make people suffer is not something anyone can refuse. After seeing more than a dozen bald heads in Shaolin, blocking the door of the inn with a bright ring knife on their backs, and then looking at the murderous look, I suddenly felt that today's meal money was worth it.

The cold soup on the table emitted a cold fragrance, the cold wind filled the whole building, the cold wind like a blade rose instantly after Liu Mu spit, Liu Mu gradually walked down the floor with the rhythm of spitting words, and the frost on his face seemed to be able to bury countless sufferings. And there was also a light footstep outside the inn door at this moment, light but the earth shook. Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Liu Mu knew that it was the Iron Banner them, so he immediately had no worries, and his body rushed towards Fan Hui.

Fan Hui didn't move, maybe she wasn't ready to move, but as Liu Mu's body approached, the viciousness filled his eyes, and the corners of his mouth pulled a bit of bloodthirsty taste, like a man-eating ant. Suddenly, a change appeared on Fan Hui's face that no one expected, the viciousness of the pupils subsided, and instead crawled on it with fear, the whole person kept spinning in place like a spinning top, as if grinding.

"Bang bang!" came out clearly with two crisp sounds in a row. Only then did the remaining spectators in the hall realize that the two of Fanhui and Liu Mu, who were fighting just now, were standing quietly with their backs to back at the moment, ten steps away from each other. No one could see Liu Mu's face, except for Tie Qi and the others standing outside the door. Liu Mu's throat rolled for a few breaths before he exhaled lightly. With his eyes, he stopped Tieqi and the others who raised their feet and were about to enter, and the fishy sweet smell echoed from his nose for a long time, and he knew that he was injured. And Fan Hui, who had his back to him, everyone could see his face, and there was a terrible change on his face, as if he had thought of an extremely terrible thing, and only after a long, long time did he dare to turn back.

When Fan Hui turned his head, he was facing Liu Mu, who had also turned around, his face was a little ugly, and it wasn't until a trace of a knife shadow crossed Liu Mu's eyes that he fully understood what the "magic knife" was all about. At this moment, Liu Mu's eyes were a little smiling, although his eyes did not look like he was smiling, but it gave Fan Hui the feeling that Liu Mu was more like an evil god at this time, looking forward to watching the foolish people offer a bloody sacrifice, and this sacrifice was Fan Hui himself.

"The technique is almost the same, and the realm of the magic knife is indeed extraordinary. After a long time, Fan Hui regrouped and opened her mouth to say. Without waiting for Liu Mu to say anything, he spoke again on his own: "However, today, Lao Wei will definitely invite the magic knife to my Shaolin to discuss it." After speaking, he swept around the heavy warrior monks not far away with his eyes, and the implication was that everyone went up together and brought Liu Mu back to Shaolin.

Liu Mu knew that if it was just one Fan Hui, he would leave Fan Hui behind even if he was seriously injured, but if many warrior monks went together, he would be a little hanging. If he really couldn't have fallen well before, but the appearance of Tieqi and others reversed the ending. Immediately, he said to Fan Hui with a mocking face: "I'm afraid I'll disappoint the master, I can't get used to your Shaolin meal." After speaking, he didn't forget to nod to Tieqi and the others who were always paying attention to his expression.

Without waiting for Fan Hui's words, the iron flag released the breath of his body, like a giant spirit god, he took a step towards the hall, "......buzzing" The ground trembled at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and with each step of the iron flag, there were foot-deep footprints behind him, his eyes stared at Fan Hui with a puzzled face, a pair of bloodshot copper eyes, like a halberd full of blood, bloody, releasing killing intent, and shouted: "Old bald donkey, just by virtue of your three-legged cat's Taoism, you want to invite my young master?"

Fan Hui was a little incredulous, he couldn't imagine who could have such a big hand and cultivate a first-class domestic slave, he twisted his head to Liu Mu with difficulty, and what caught his eyes was indeed Liu Muyin's sympathetic smile, and a nameless anger rose in his heart when he knew the answer. With the same outfit and the same horizontal knife, he didn't think that all the big men behind the giant man were vases. No, there is a special case, that is, the body in the crowd is like Liu Mu, the same thin, the same knife. At this moment, he doesn't want to look at it anymore, not only will he not be able to bring Liu Mu back today, but I'm afraid that he will lose a lot of money when he waits for others.

"The name of the sword is still guilty!" the stone woke up Fan Hui with a cold declaration of war, and the four-foot long knife pointed rudely at Fan Hui's Liuyang Kui, with a face full of unruliness, like a corpse-eating vulture high in the sky on the Tibetan side, symbolizing the arrival of the messenger of death.

When Fan Hui had not yet decided whether it should end or not, among the warrior monks who were indignant because of the rudeness of the stone, a middle-aged warrior monk strode out of the crowd in anger, and the Mingguang Ring Knife in his hand pointed directly at the stone not far away, and shouted: "The evil demon is crooked, Shaolin Bo Ruotang Shiqing came to understand." “

The stone glanced at Fan Hui in the distance, and then pulled his gaze back to look at Shi Qing who came out of the crowd, as if weighing the weight, his eyes flickered a few times. But the remaining sins in his hands did not hesitate at all, and fell towards Shi Qing's legs, and the knife light fell between Shi Qing's legs without a shadow, and the gorgeous blood splashed out two feet away, and Shi Qingdi's legs were under the residual sin knife, like two pieces of rotten wood. Everyone understands that when his legs are broken, his martial arts path has been broken, and he is already a waste. It was only at this time that Shi Qing, who was rushing forward by inertia, slammed into the stone three steps away, accompanied by a scream.

Liu Mu smiled even brighter, turned his head to Fan Hui, whose face had turned iron-blue, and teased: "Can these subordinates of mine still be able to enter the master's eyes?" raised his hand to stop Fan Hui, who was about to speak, and shook his head a few times in his mouth: "I don't know why, I suddenly thought of peach blossoms, red and beautiful can be used in wine." “

"Does the donor really think that he can walk out of this Luoyi realm?" Fan Hui didn't even look at the screaming warrior monk, and asked Liu Mu with some fear.

Liu Mu knows that Fan Hui is dependent, this is also a helpless thing, it is good to enjoy the shade with his back against the big tree, and walking the rivers and lakes on the land of the great cause of the family can always make people awe-inspired. What's more, if you force Fan Hui and the others to stay, not to mention how many people will be broken on your side, even the endless pursuit and killing behind them can drag them down. However, he never learned to compromise, he was, and still is. After sneering, he said, "I've never had shoes!"