In the Ma family meeting room, many people from the Ma family sat in rows and were arguing fiercely.

When Li Mu arrived, he saw that Xue Chucai and Guo Hongming had already come here one step ahead of him.

When Ma Zhen saw him coming, he instantly changed his smile and got up and asked him to sit on the main seat. Li Mu shook his head and sat down in a seat on Ma Zhen's left.

Seeing that everyone was still arguing here, Ma Zhen's face showed a hint of iron, and then he said loudly: "Quiet! Don't you take me, the head of the Ma family, in your eyes?"

Everyone was momentarily overwhelmed by his might, quieted down, and looked at him with their eyes.

Ma Zhen said with a solemn expression: "This time the matter of the 'white-headed eight sons', I, Ma Su and Elder Ma Xian have seriously considered it, so I agreed to their request to engage in a life-and-death round battle with them, you don't need to discuss it anymore, this matter has been decided and cannot be changed!"

An old man who looked to be sixty or seventy years old below stood up and said loudly: "Master of the Ma family, that 'white-headed eight sons' are eight masters of the Fan Stage, our Ma family is now full of battles, and there are only five Fan Masters, but how can we fight with them?"

Ma Zhen looked in Li Mu's direction, and then said, "Eighth uncle, aren't you faint?

The old man, who was called the eighth uncle by Ma Zhen, shook his head and saw Li Mu, and after seeing his incomparably young face, he shook his head and said, "How can such a young descendant resist the white-headed eighth son who has been practicing for a long time!" Obviously, this old man did not know that Li Mu was a member of the Xuanming faction.

Ma Zhen glanced at Li Mu helplessly, and then said to the old man: "Eighth uncle, you don't need to judge the strength of this gentleman, you just need to stay aside and see how we win this round of battle!"

Before the old man could say more, Ma Zhen waved his hand, and then said loudly: "The people whose names I read below will go with me to participate in the round battle outside the city, and the rest of the people will wait on the city wall to watch the battle, maintain order, and not let ordinary people go out of the city!"

"Ma Su!"

"In!"

"Ma Yu!"

"In!"

"Ma Ping!"

"In!"

"Ma Jiang!"

"In!"

After reading these names, Li Mu and the three of them stood up and walked directly to the door, and Ma Zhen and the others also followed behind, walking towards the outside of the city.

Ma Tianqi and Ma Feiyue, brother and sister, were also in the crowd. That Ma Tianqi looked at Li Mu who was walking in front, and his eyes looked a little complicated. Ma Feiyue was a teenager, no longer sad, her eyes were shining at the backs of Li Mu and Xue Chucai, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

From Ma's house to the outside of the city, it took about half an hour to walk under the feet of ordinary people, but Li Mu and the others only needed a cup of tea to finish it - this was because the leading Li Mu deliberately slowed down, otherwise not only Ma Zhen and the others would have been thrown away by him.

Dozens of zhang outside the city wall, more than 100 people stood silently, and in front of these more than 100 people, there were eight huge chairs on the ground, and eight people sat on them, which were the "white-headed eight sons".

Li Mu took the lead, standing steadily a few feet away from the white-headed eight sons, then closed his eyes and waited for Ma Zhen and the others to arrive.

Everyone in Baitou Mountain saw a young man suddenly "walk" in front of them, closed his eyes and stood still, all looking at each other a little, and no one spoke for a while. A moment later, Ma Zhen and the other seven people hurried after him.

Among the white-headed eight sons, the man who looked to be the oldest got up from his chair and looked at Ma Zhen and the seven people who were coming this way.

Ma Zhen walked to Li Mu's side and looked at the white-headed eight sons opposite. Immediately, Li Mu opened his eyes and walked forward, and Ma Zhen and the others followed. The Xuanming Sect's Fan Stage disciples, no matter what, their status was much higher than that of him, the master of the Ma family in the early stage of Fan Transformation, so he could only follow behind Li Mu.

When he walked to the place three feet in front of the white-headed eight sons, Li Mu's footsteps stopped. Ma Zhen looked at a person opposite: "Yang Shiyuan, the people of my Ma family have arrived, you say, how should you compare, eight games together or one-on-one in turn?"

Among the white-headed eight sons, the middle-aged man who stood up first stepped forward and pointed at Li Mu and the others: "When did the Ma family have so many young talents?"

Ma Zhen sneered: "This is not something that you Yang Shiyuan should be in charge of, just say how this round of life and death should be carried out." ”

Yang Shiyuan laughed loudly and said to the crowd behind him: "Since your Ma family has invited a helper, then I am not welcome, Brother Kuang, please come out and meet with this Ma family master." ”

Among the more than 100 people, there came an old man holding a dust whisk and wearing a Taoist robe, this old man was of moderate stature, his beard and hair were white, but his face was not full of wrinkles like an ordinary old man, but it looked very shiny, elastic, and looked like a bit of fairy wind and bones.

Li Mu's heart moved, and there were strong fluctuations of Yuan Force from this person, which steadily suppressed everyone present, and he deliberately revealed his strength like this, obviously demonstrating.

This person walked in front of Yang Shiyuan, but he didn't care about everyone, and only focused his eyes on Li Mu.

Everyone in the Ma family, Xue Chucai, and Guo Hongming felt the breath on this old man's body, and their faces turned slightly pale, and Ma Zhen even murmured: "In the middle stage of transformation, and he is also a cultivator who has entered the middle stage for a long time, my Ma family will die, and my Ma family will die!"

Li Mu squinted his eyes and looked at the person opposite, the aura coming from this person's body did not have any effect on him - the strength of the middle stage of Huafan was far stronger than that of the early stage, but it didn't make much difference to him, and if he couldn't beat him, who among the people present could keep him.

The Taoist surnamed Kuang looked at Li Mu with some disbelief, this young man had no breath on his body, and he didn't seem to have Taoism in his body. But looking at the movements of the head of the Ma family, it was clear that he was the main one, how could he be an ordinary person who had not cultivated himself? And for some reason, there was always a faint feeling in his heart, telling him not to be an enemy of this person, otherwise there would be accidents.

Li Mu waved his hand to signal Ma Zhen to be a little calm, and the opponent in the middle of the world made him a little excited, and only by fighting with this kind of person can he really see what his strength is, he looked at the Taoist surnamed Kuang and asked, "Is this Taoist brother going to represent the white-headed eight sons in this game?"

Kuang Lao Dao shook off the dust, although Li Mu's breath made him a little jealous, but he still didn't want to be embarrassed by him, he said lightly: "Young man, if you admit defeat, Lao Dao can promise not to kill today, so that you can return safely." ”

"The Taoist is so majestic, but whether I want to return to the city or not, and when I want to return, is not up to you to decide. If you want to fight, you will fight, so why say more. ”

The white-headed eight sons took a step forward together, only one step behind the Taoist surnamed Kuang, and they all looked at Li Mu with dumbfounded eyes. These eight people were roughly between twenty-five and forty-five years old, and they were all dressed in very ordinary gray clothes, but they were young and old, and they all had big beards, not like cultivators, but like thieves and bandits in the mortal world.

Kuang Laodao sneered, stretched out his hand to brush the dust and pointed at Li Mudao: "You young man is so arrogant, since you are so ignorant of the sky and the earth, then Lao Dao can only teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents." ”

Then he turned around and said, "Wait here, wait until I go to battle with this son, and then turn back here." "Cultivators have their own hole cards, and it seems that in this kind of life-and-death battle, almost all of them will expose their strength and treasures. This old man naturally didn't want to show this in front of everyone, so he wanted to fight with Li Mu elsewhere.

Li Mu was naturally happy about this, and it just so happened that he didn't want to expose his strength in front of Xue Chucai and Guo Hongming. He nodded at Ma Zhen and said, "The master of the Ma family will stay for a while, and I will go back when I go." ”

Xue Chucai looked at him with a suspicious look, and Guo Hongming's eyes looking at him were also very strange, she looked at this Li Mu's back, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't speak.

Kuang Laodao and Li Mu moved one after the other, their footsteps moved slightly, and they fled into the distance.

After a cup of tea, Kuang Laodao stopped at the edge of a forest, he turned his head to look around, then nodded, and said to Li Mu, who followed closely: "Here is east and west, the grass is high and the trees are high, and the feng shui is excellent, so it is used as a place for you young man to bury his bones, and it is not an insult to you." Between the tones, it was completely a posture of winning by himself.

Li Mu stopped his rapidly advancing body and stood steadily in the grass, and after hearing this Kuang Laodao's threatening words, he was not angry. Instead, he smiled faintly: "You are an old Taoist cultivator, but your mouth is powerful, if you want to take my life, you will let the horse come, and talk a lot of nonsense." ”

Kuang Lao Dao's cultivation is average, and his cultivation is also average, Li Mu's sharp words are not inferior to him at all, and his tone is even more arrogant, which makes him extremely angry, and he said gloomily: "In this case, I will send you on the road." ”

Li Mu took out the Evil Sword from the storage bag and made a posture across her chest, in fact, the true qi in her body was not used at all, and she took out this sword just to cover up the strength of her body a little.

Kuang Laodao saw Li Mu take out a handful of Fan Tie and put it across his chest, looking nervous and defensive, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. With a slight movement of his hands, four or five red fireballs appeared out of thin air and flew straight towards Li Mu.

Li Mu's figure moved suddenly, "dangerously and dangerously" avoiding those fireballs, which flew into the weeds behind Li Mu, and soon ignited a large fire.

Kuang Laodao's eyes were even more contemptuous when he looked at Li Mu, and then he saw his hands move slightly, and five fireballs and five water arrows appeared in his hands at the same time, and then he waved his hand slightly, and these five fireballs and five water arrows flew quickly towards Li Mu from different directions.

Above the fireballs and water arrows, the pure Yuan Force shone with spiritual light, completely sealing the space where Li Mu moved.

Li Mu looked at the galloping fireballs and water arrows, and his eyes showed a strange light.

There was a distance of more than ten zhang between the two, and the fireball and water arrow technique flew extremely fast, and in an instant, they came to Li Mu.

At this moment, he had no way to retreat, and there was no way to avoid it.