Mu Wushuang took the letter and looked at Long Sizhan. Long Sizhan stared at him and said, "Don't ask anything else, go and go back quickly." Mu Wushuang nodded and was about to leave, but Yang Tiantai stopped him and took off the sword on his waist and handed it over: "Take it to defend yourself and let it go. They are not familiar with you. If someone stops you, try to escape. Don't kill people randomly without any severity or seriousness!" Mu Wushuang took the long sword and looked at Yang Tiantai and Long Sizhan with some confusion. At this time, Zhang Xiuwen also took a step and said, "I will naturally let you know what's going on after I come back. There may be dangers along the way, so you must be careful."

Long Sizhan took out a handkerchief and handed it to Mu Wushuang: "I'll draw the location of the inn for you briefly. Go quickly, don't ask anything else." Mu Wushuang took the handkerchief and looked at the three of them quickly, bowed his hands and immediately flew to the mountain gate. Yang Tiantai said with some concern: "Will this bastard go to go, will it be a bit risky?" Zhang Xiuwen rubbed his fingers and chuckled: "It should be no problem. They can't send someone too powerful to stop him..." Yang Tiantai squinted Zhang Xiuwen and said slowly: "Senior Brother Xianwu misunderstood. Didn't Gan Sheng say just now? I'm afraid that this bastard is not serious and killing people."

Long Sizhan said with his face and his hands behind his back, "Just come back and ask more questions later. Alas, family scandals should not be made public. My Jiujian Pavilion actually has a Shendan evil party. It's really angering me! Xiu Wen'er, tell me the truth - you haven't participated, right?" Zhang Xiuwen's expression immediately dimmed when he heard this: "Uncle Master, if you still remember her... you would know if I would do such a thing..." Yang Tiantai looked at the lost Zhang Xiuwen with a little strangeness. Long Sizhan hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I understand. That, although this bastard is very talented, his martial arts foundation is as bad as mud... Gan Sheng, do you know what's going on?"

Mu Wushuang ran towards Honglu Inn in a breeze. At this time, the night was dark, and many shops and shops on the roadside were closed, but there were still many people traveling around the night market. Xuanwu Lake was only four or five miles away from Jiujian Pavilion. Mu Wushuang ran out less than three miles in one breath. When passing by a dark and quiet alley, Mu Wushuang had already keenly felt a masked man wearing night clothes not far behind him. Mu Wushuang naturally pressed his hand on his sword and started to feel twelve points of energy. Mu Wushuang walked into the alley not far away, and a few sudden sounds came from behind him. Mu Wushuang immediately drifted into the shadow under the eaves of the door. Several cold lights hit the bluestone wall and splashed out sparks, and then a light sound of shaking clothes came from outside the alley.

Mu Wushuang's face appeared half of his face from the shadow of the eaves, and a figure flashed into the shadow quickly. Mu Wushuang retracted and quietly pulled out his sword. At this time, a ticking sound came from the ground. Mu Wushuang raised his sword and flashed out the shadow. He saw a rainy stone rolling over under his feet. Mu Wushuang realized that he had been fooled. At this time, a cold light pricked Mu Wushuang's dantian, and Mu Wushuang had a sword with his backhand. Blocking the cold light, the sound of the collision between golden swords instantly spread throughout the alley. In the moment of the fight, Mu Wushuang immediately frowned: The person who came not only took action very quickly, but also had a great wrist force, which was comparable to him. But Mu Wushuang was not panicked, and immediately took back the sword and stabbed it diagonally downwards in front of him. The person who came could only wave his hand to block Mu Wushuang's sword again. Judging from the distance from the wave of the man, he should be holding a small weapon such as a dagger.

After Mu Wushuang was blocked by him, a dazzling spark was sparking on the bluestone wall. Mu Wushuang couldn't help but gritted his teeth: This man was obviously prepared. He knew that Mu Wushuang was holding a long sword in his hand, so he deliberately found a narrow and black alley to start. Mu Wushuang's long sword was obviously not as flexible as the dagger in his hand. Seeing the cold light piercing from the dagger flew towards his heart again, Mu Wushuang slashed his right palm and slapped the man's right arm on the wall. The man stuttered, and while the palm hurt, the dagger in his hand also fell to the ground. Mu Wushuang remembered what Yang Tiantai told him, and withdrew his left sword and stabbed the man's thigh.

After a light sound, the man in black immediately wailed and covered his right leg and knelt on the ground. Mu Wushuang drew out his long sword. Without time to see the person's appearance, he hurriedly turned around and continued to run towards the inn. After leaving the alley, there was another brightly lit street. Mu Wushuang hurriedly glanced around and confirmed that no one was following him at the moment. Then he hurriedly took out Long Sizhan's handkerchief and looked at the route. Then he ran up on the wide street, attracting the men and women on the street to look at each other. Mu Wushuang ran to a corner, and just walked around the corner with a ghost-headed knife slashing towards him without warning. Mu Wushuang hurriedly raised his long sword, and with a loud bang, Mu Wushuang knelt on the ground on his left knee.

Mu Wushuang opened his eyes wide and looked up at the tall man with a mask. The man's eyes were murderous and cold, and his wrist strength was much greater than the assassin just now. Mu Wushuang couldn't help but increase the strength of his left arm and slowly lifted the man's ghost-headed knife. The man's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and obviously he underestimated Mu Wushuang's wrist strength. Mu Wushuang stood up suddenly, and the man was pushed by him and took two steps back.

Mu Wushuang kicked the man hard in the chest without hesitation. The man couldn't help but retreated back, knocking over the stalls of several vendors before falling to the ground. The vendors and pedestrians in Lingzhou City seemed to be accustomed to this phenomenon, and they hid aside quickly. No one stood up to say a word except for whispering. Mu Wushuang looked at the man lying on the ground and covered his chest with pain, but continued to run towards the inn without saying a word. Seeing that the sign of Honglu Inn was already in front of him, Mu Wushuang naturally accelerated his pace. Just when Mu Wushuang thought that the task could be completed soon, a red-haired man suddenly stood in the middle of the street, blocking Mu Wushuang's way. Mu Wushuang stopped suddenly and stared at the person who stopped him - Tong Tianbing, the deputy leader of the Liangshu Sect.

Tong Tianbing touched the jade waist tag on his waist, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth and asked, "Little brother, where are you going in such a hurry?" Mu Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly: Half an hour ago, Luo Rui reminded him to be careful of Tong Tianbing. Now it seems that the intuition of the demon clan is indeed terrible. Mu Wushuang stood up straight and took a deep breath, habitually put on a smile and clasped his fists and said, "Report to Master Tong, I am bored, so come out for a walk." Tong Tianbing smiled again, but after laughing, his face was immediately terrifying: he naturally knew that Mu Wushuang was running wildly and knocked down his two disciples, but now he was still smiling with his face without changing his face. He was definitely a difficult character.

Tong Tianbing was angry on the one hand, but on the other hand, he breathed a sigh of relief: It was indeed a wise decision to use Mu Wushuang's silver eyes. Thinking of this, Tong Tianbing crossed his fingers and clenched his fists and said, "Okay. I am just bored, I want to play with my little brother." Mu Wushuang said with a slight smile: "Master, I've been joking. Someone has played with me just now, and how dare I fight with me?" Tong Tianbing's mouth twitched, and then he laughed again: "Who said I'm going to fight? Senior, can't I invite you to drink?" Mu Wushuang stared at the blue veins that burst on the back of Tong Tianbing's hand. Although he was nervous, he still smiled and said, "How dare you! Master, why don't you find a few senior masters to drink together? I really don't have such blessings."

Tong Tianbing slowly put away his smile, and the murderous intent on his face slowly emerged: "I dare not even go if I invite you to drink, but I just look down on me Tong Yichu (Tong Tianbing, whose name is Yi)?" Mu Wushuang actually said casually: "Yuan Benchu ​​(Yuan Shao, whose name is Benchu) is the third master of the fourth generation, and the leader of the Tong Cult must be the same." Tong Tianbing saw Mu Wushuang talking nonsense, but his eyes never left the vertical plaque of Honglu Inn. He was too lazy to pay attention to him now.

, he chuckled and slowly raised his hands. Seeing this, Mu Wushuang immediately pressed his left hand on the long sword. When Gefu fought, Mu Wushuang knew that the martial arts of the Tong Sect Master were at the same level as Bai Xiaochuan and Deyong. He could only deal with it for a while, and he wanted to get out of Tong Tianbing's hands and almost didn't have to consider it. Mu Wushuang stared at Tong Tianbing with cold sweat on his face. He looked at Honglu Inn half inside and outside, and felt even more anxious.
Chapter completed!