Jiangling, also known as Jingzhou Prefecture.

"Is this the world of Liancheng Jue? No one cannot be killed."

A young man was walking on the bustling street, looking at the customs and customs in the city.

The young man was dressed in white, with a pretty face and a smile on his lips, giving people the feeling of spring breeze. He was carrying a long knife around his waist, and the scabbard was black and had a heavy feeling, which was obviously not an ornament.

Xia Yunmo found the most lively restaurant in the city and ordered food and drink. After listening for a while, he learned that the most eye-catching thing in Jingzhou Prefecture was the fiftieth birthday of Wan Zhenshan, known as the "Five Cloud Hand", and invited guests from all directions.

"Wan Zhenshan's fiftieth birthday party, hehe, it seems that it's time to come."

After hearing the news, Xia Yunmo continued to eat and drink, and after a while, he checked out and left.

The mansions with red walls and high doors are hung with lights and decorated with colors, and are of extraordinary style. The drummers blew the welcome music to welcome guests.

Wan Zhenshan is the great apprentice of Mei Niansheng, a famous martial arts celebrity in Jiangnan, who was not very good at martial arts. He has made many friends, but he is willing to do anything about money. He has many friends in both the black and white fields, so there are so many people celebrating this time, and it is very lively.

Wan Zhenshan was burly and was sitting in the lobby, chatting with famous high-ranking chefs in the world. His eight disciples were also receiving guests.

From time to time, a hero brought a hundred taels of gold and a rich man brought a sword, which also added a lot of face to Wan Zhenshan.

As the crowds were filled with people, several short screams suddenly sounded.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Then, the four figures seemed to be hit by a surging force, and flew back three or four feet from outside the mansion, smashing into the front hall. They all spit blood on their mouths, and looked at their clothes, they were servants in the Wan Mansion.

"What's going on?"

"Who dares to cause trouble in front of Wanfu?"

There was an uproar in the hall until then, many people did not come back to their senses.

Bang!

The door was knocked open, and two coffins flew in and hit the ground heavily.

This coffin is made of good wood. Although it looks a bit rough, it can definitely withstand the test of time. It is impossible to buy without twenty or thirty taels of silver.

He just injured four servants first and sent two coffins, which was a bad person in any case.

"Wan Zhenshan, I'll pay my birthday to you. Are these two gifts suitable for your heart? Isn't it just right for you and your son to have one mouthful?" Xia Yunmo slowly walked into the mansion with a smile on his face, gently slapped his hands and said with a smile.

Everyone was stunned. No one expected that the person who dared to come to Mr. Wan's birthday party to cause trouble was just a teenager, and he was so young.

Several clangs sounded, and before Wan Zhenshan could speak, the eight disciples under him drew their swords to meet them without anyone's order.

"He Fang's little thief, dares to disturb my father's birthday party? Don't you want to live anymore?" The man who spoke was handsome, but with a bit of a harsh look. He was Wan Jing, the only son of Wan Zhenshan, and the eight disciples of Wanmen ranked third.

The second disciple Zhou Qi cursed at Pokong: "Grandma, what are you? Today is a good day for Mr. Wan, but he is here to disrupt the situation. If you don't beat you up, you are a turtle. I don't know how powerful Wuyunshu Wan's family is."

The other disciples were also cursing, with dirty words in their mouths.

These disciples are also inferior third-rate guys. If they encounter strong enemies, they will be able to run faster than anyone else. But seeing that Xia Yunmo is just alone and still very young, he immediately became full of momentum.

Even, they felt excited in their hearts, wanting to show off their skills in front of other guests and make a big splash.

Xia Yunmo looked around the eight disciples with a smile, and then looked at the eight disciples in a terrifying way, then slowly laughed: "I have always been very kind to the dead, but if this is your last words at the end of your life, it would be too unqualified."

"Fuck, seeking death."

"Kill this guy."

Someone of the eight disciples shouted, and the eight people drew their swords one after another. The sword light flashed, slashed or stabbed, and used all their strength to surround Xia Yunmo in it, carrying the strong wind and whistling away.

Xia Yunmo did nothing, nor did he draw out the slashing knife. He just waited for eight long swords to attack, and his Taiyin true energy was used, and his sleeves were floating, like a blue sky and white clouds, gently touching the sword.

These eight people were drunk and stumbled in other directions. I stabbed at you, you slashed at him, he slashed at me...

In two or three breaths, these eight people were killed and injured. Only Wan Gui was still standing there, sweating all over, and was in a trance, as if he had experienced a nightmare.

Xia Yunmo shook his sleeves and pushed a smaller coffin away, saying with a smile: "Lying in, cover the coffin again, don't let me do it."

"Beast, go and die."

Wan Gui's eyes flashed, his mind was unconscious, and he roared and stabbed out with a sword. He was on the verge of despair, but his fate was not slow.

Xia Yunmo shook his body, dodged the sword, spread his arms, and pinched Wan Gui's throat.

"Stop!" Wan Zhenshan stood up with a bang, his eyes rippled.

Xia Yunmo's fingers were strong, and he heard a "click" sound. Wan Gui's head tilted and he could not die anymore. His fingers were loosened, and Wan Gui's body fell to the ground without moving.

"Look, if you lie in by yourself, you will have a coffin. Now I don't have the mood to carry you in." Xia Yunmo shrugged.

There was silence all around. Whether it was the so-called heroes or the rich gentry, they swallowed their saliva unconsciously. No one dared to stand up and uphold "justice" and punish evil and eliminate evil.

Xia Yunmo had reached the fourth floor of the acquired world in Wuyun Village in one month, and with Yang Tailai's guidance, his martial arts had already reached several levels.

His first hand, Taiyin true energy uses the power to fight the force and is harmonious and connected. The martial arts people present seem to be even more magical.

"Now, it's your turn!" Xia Yunmo suddenly looked at Wan Zhenshan.

Although several feet apart, Wan Zhenshan still felt a murderous intent coming to his face, and his hair was so intense that it stood high.

Seeing that his son and apprentice were beaten to death, Wan Zhenshan quickly calmed down. His face was a little ugly and he reluctantly said, "Your Excellency..., but he has a grudge against me."

"have!"

Xia Yunmo smiled, like a spring breeze.

"Then... I don't know what kind of grudge it is? If there is any offense, I am willing to offer five thousand silver. Please let the old man go." Wan Zhenshan was uneasy and said with a thorn in his heart.

Wan Zhenshan was just a matter of time to let him go, and his methods were vicious. But if his life was threatened, he could give up his dignity or money.

Some people present felt contempt in their hearts, but no one dared to blame them.

There is not much light in the entire world, and it is covered with clouds.
Chapter completed!