"Sword Master, this is it. "Outside the Spring Breeze Garden, the ninjas who left earlier returned with more than thirty black-clothed and masked Dark Sword Alliance Sword Cultivators wrapped in boundless chill and killing intent, "This is the old miscellaneous hair of the Frozen Soul True Monarch Mu Weiming and the Cold Spring Valley. ”

The black-clothed man lined up for two points, and the swordsman stepped in with his head held high, only to see him wearing a long sword at his waist, wearing black and white, and wearing a high hat on his head, this is the "Sword Saint" Ye Dujiang who followed the mysterious messenger here two years ago in the past, from this scene, he is still a high-level figure in the Dark Sword Alliance.

"It's better to come early than to come early, and this Sword Saint can make a great contribution today!" Ye Dujiang glanced at the garden master Su Nuan with a flirtatious look, and then fixed his gaze on the face of the old monk who was glaring angrily, and then transferred to Mu Weiming, who was calmly tasting the delicious food, "How? Obediently follow this Sword Saint, and save the suffering of skin and flesh!"

"The old man is sitting here, if you have a kind, you will come and kill him!" The old monk sat with angry eyes, full of righteousness, he was really not afraid of death now, but hoped that Ye Dujiang would dare to kill him, in this way, according to the rules of Chunfeng Yuan, these people from the Dark Sword Alliance would definitely not be able to go out, and the revenge of the extermination faction in Cold Spring Valley would be half avenged.

Who would have expected that Ye Dujiang didn't care about the old monk at all, but completely ignored him, waved his hand and ordered people to surround Mu Weiming, in his eyes, only this Frozen Soul True Monarch Mu Weiming was barely a person.

The sudden movement woke up the depressed scholar who was sitting opposite Mu Weiming, raised his head in a daze, pointed to the black-clothed sword cultivator around him and asked, "Who are you? What are these things? Get out! Young Master Ben doesn't need you waste!"

Mu Weiming continued to eat his food and drink his fruit wine, and he still didn't care about the people around him, which not only made Ye Dujiang lose face, but also made the onlookers see a big joke again, and it was not easy to see the joke of the Dark Sword Alliance in the Northern Cold Region.

"Are you looking for death?" Ye Dujiang's face was gloomy at that time. Mu Weiming, who was staring at his own thing, continued: "This seat is asking you!"

"Who are you? What are you? Get out! Young Master Ben, I've lived enough, I don't care about you! A bunch of waste!" the depressed scholar continued to scold, and after scolding, he lay on the table and continued to sleep, snoring like thunder.

At the moment, there is a feeling that the script is wrong and the wrong set is wrong, which makes people laugh, but Mu Weiming still ignores Ye Dujiang, and in front of everyone's eyes, Ye Dujiang's face is getting darker and darker, and the killing intent is getting stronger and stronger. If it weren't for the taboo that has been circulating in the Spring Breeze Garden, he would have killed it a long time ago.

Just when the two sides confronted each other, no one saw a white cat walking downstairs, jumping onto a table quickly and silently, and looking at Mu Weiming and Ye Dujiang with demonic eyes.

"Mi Ya'er, don't mess around. Su Nuan said.

The white cat raised its head towards Su Nuan, and replied, "Hmph, don't listen, don't listen." This guy threw himself into the net. I'm not going to let him run anymore!"

"Okay, then don't do it first, I promise you that he won't be able to escape. Su Nuan reassured, if Mi Ya'er kills directly. I really don't know what kind of chaos it will cause to Chunfeng Garden, at least the mystery that Chunfeng Garden has always created will be invisibly broken.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, don't break your word!" Mi Ya'er, in the form of a white cat, shook her cute cat ears and licked her paws, her eyes calming down.

"Frozen Soul True Monarch is not named. Are you ignoring this seat?" Ye Dujiang was furious, holding down the hilt of the sword in his hand, and was about to pull it out in just one step.

It seemed that Ye Dujiang's killing intent had reached a peak, and even Mu Weiming had to care about it, but who knew that the scholar opposite him took the case, and scolded drunken eyes: "A bunch of waste, get out! Get out! Don't come to interfere with Young Master Ben's sleep! Don't bother ......"

Snoring again......

Mu Weiming put down the wine glass, not because of Ye Dujiang's murderous intent, but because the saliva at the corner of the mouth of the depressed scholar who scolded loudly just now was not wiped off, so that the spit flew and ruined his table of good wine and food.

Shaking his head, Mu Weiming was in no mood to drink again, after all, there was no wine and no food, and he couldn't drink anything.

For the sake of the depressed scholar scolding Ye Dujiang, Mu Weiming decided not to worry about him for the time being, threw out a few high-grade spirit stones, and landed directly in front of the maid who registered the accounts on the counter.

"Check out, this table of wine and food has been withdrawn. After Mu Weiming finished doing this, he lifted the purple jade lamp, the light suddenly lit up, and an invisible chill emanated, cold and piercing, and the masked sword cultivators around him trembled unconsciously and took a step back.

The depressed scholar's appearance was very peculiar, under the cold air of Mu Weiming, he just hugged his body tightly in his sleep, trembling all over, but in fact, he didn't suffer much from the cold, as if there was some strange treasure in his body to protect him.

"Garden master, if this road adds some ice sculptures to the Spring Breeze Garden, I wonder if it will break the rules of the Spring Breeze Garden?" Mu Weiming, who stood up, said.

Su Nuan was a little surprised, knocked lightly on the jade railing, nodded and said, "Please." ”

With the permission of the garden owner Su Nuan, the corners of Mu Weiming's mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a grim smile, as if he was the real villain.

Something is wrong? Ye Dujiang saw Mu Weiming's eerie smile, and only felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of anything wrong for a moment? Could it be that he wanted to do something in the Spring Breeze Garden? When he came here two years ago, he almost violated the rules in the Spring Breeze Garden, and he almost couldn't get out, and only later did he know that it was dangerous.

Now, does Mu Weiming really want to make a move? Ye Dujiang pressed the hilt of his sword with his hand, and his face showed a vigilant look. Thinking that he was a sword saint of the Taiji Kingdom, it was not trivial to face a Dharma Dao monk in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, thinking of this, Ye Dujiang felt a little contemptuous of Mu Weiming.

However, neither Mu Weiming nor Ye Dujiang found that on an empty table not far from them, the white flower cat slowly raised its front paws, and its eyes became bewitching again, but its target was Ye Dujiang!

Mu Weiming held the lamp with both hands, and the majestic lantern yuan gathered in the palm of his hand instantly poured into the purple jade lamp, and for a while, the purple jade lamp shone brightly, and the dazzling light instantly filled the entire Chunfeng Garden hall, under the conditioned reflex, except for Mi Ya'er and Su Nuan, the rest of the people closed their eyes.

"A thousand turns!"

With a soft drink, a thousand cold rays of light shot out from the dazzling light. Draw a graceful arc in the air, and accurately stab into the bodies of more than thirty Dark Sword Alliance monks around him.

In an instant, more than 30 black-clothed and masked sword cultivators in the hall of Chunfeng Garden were surrounded by cold air, and the frost on their bodies gradually froze, and finally turned into strangely shaped ice sculptures.

At the moment when Mu Weiming made a move, Ye Dujiang shouted in his heart that it was not good, and blocked the cold light with a sword. But the cold climbed straight to the right hand, piercing the bone and freezing marrow, retreating, retreating!

Ye Dujiang turned into light and shadow, and wanted to exit the Spring Breeze Garden at the first time, but at this moment, in the realm of divine consciousness, he suddenly saw three claw marks visible to the naked eye slicing and slicing, straight into his primordial spirit and body.

These three claw marks. It's a cat scratch!

At this moment, Ye Dujiang remembered what kind of cunzi he had offended two years ago?

Ahh

The three claw marks fell in an instant, making Ye Dujiang's consciousness three points, and the Yuan Ying cracked. At the same time, three deep claw marks were also opened on his body, which were frozen in mid-air, and just as the blood was about to land, hundreds of cold lights just arrived. Freeze the blood and freeze the leaves across the river.

As a martial arts swordsman at the peak of the Holy Realm, Ye Dujiang only struggled a few times in the cold light. There was no more sound.

This qiē happened, but in the time of three breaths, Mu Weiming stored Han Yuan, and the light of the purple jade lamp converged, emitting a normal faint light.

Feeling that the threat was not there, the group cultivators in the hall of Chunfeng Garden opened their eyes one by one, and looked at the thirty-seven ice sculptures that suddenly appeared in the hall, and couldn't help but be shocked and inexplicable, and what was even more incredible was that Mu Weiming, the culprit who caused this qiē, was still standing in place unharmed, and was not punished by the rules of Chunfeng Garden as rumored.

Mi Ya'er, a cute girl wearing cat ears, walked down from the second floor in a happy mood, clapped her hands, and summoned ten little maids, ready to move all these ice sculptures.

The corners of Mu Weiming's eyes jumped, to be honest, he wanted to help Chunfeng Yuan deal with it, after all, there were still thirty-seven storage bags, with the greedy nature of Tai Chi Kingdom, the collection in Ye Dujiang's storage bags must be very huge. It's just that since he started in Chunfeng Garden, he always has to pay some venue fees.

Mi Ya'er walked past Mu Weiming's side, patted him on the shoulder, and showed a sweet smile, which was considered to be thankful, and then she walked to Ye Dujiang's ice sculpture, and slapped it with one palm, Ye Dujiang shattered instantly, and the storage bag fell into her hand, and at the same time, at the moment when the ice chips were about to land, Mi Ya'er opened a small gold wire bag in her left hand and included all the ice chips.

Looking at this situation, she doesn't want this small gold silk bag for collecting corpses.

However, the next scene let Mu Weiming know that it was not so simple, Mi Ya'er actually shook the gold silk small Qiankun bag, and when the sound of water came out, she stopped, put away the gold silk small Qiankun bag with satisfaction, and walked back to the second floor.

This small gold-silk bag turned out to be some kind of magic weapon, and it didn't seem to be a righteous magic weapon.

"Sister Su Nuan, look, help me refine ......" Mi Ya'er walked up to Su Nuan and said.

Without waiting for Mi Ya'er to say halfway, Su Nuan pressed her lips: "Bring it." ”

Mi Ya'er smiled and handed the golden silk small Qiankun bag to Su Nuan: "Hehe, Sister Su Nuan is the best." ”

Listening to the conversation upstairs, Mu Weiming, who was already immersed in the cold, couldn't help but feel the cold behind him, if he didn't get the permission of the garden owner Su Nuan to do it, I am afraid that the sound of water in the golden silk small Qiankun bag will have his share.

The remaining thirty-six ice sculptures were carried clean by the little guys after a while, almost everyone got three storage bags, and almost four or even five were able to get them with quick hands and feet, and they were all smiling, and every time they walked past Mu Weiming, they felt that this demon path senior was really approachable and amiable.

Ahem, although this description is a little wrong, as long as Mu Weiming's predecessors can feel the gratitude and sincerity on their smiling faces.

If Mu Weiming knew what this group of little guys described him in their hearts, it was hard to guarantee that there would be no more ten ice sculptures, but in the previous fight, how Ye Dujiang died, the key to which he hadn't figured it out yet, because a mere move would never kill Ye Dujiang.

Who's behind it? (To be continued......)