Mu Wushuang felt extremely painful in his dantian, and hurriedly adjusted his inner breath according to the method of pursuing Lu Xianping taught him, and then he felt much smoother. Liu Manmang looked down and found that Wang Xiaoru's left foot had stepped on more than three inches underground, which showed how strong the leg was. Liu Manmang quickly asked, "Mr. Nephew, how is it? Is it okay?" Mu Wushuang said slowly, "It's okay, thank you uncle for your concern," Liu Manmang nodded and slowly let go of his hand when he heard him say this. Wang Xiaoru pulled out his left foot from the ground and put it on the ground and turned it around.

"What a quick skill!" Mu Wushuang murmured. "Boy, I'll be on your left! Fight on both sides!" Liu Manmang said in a low voice, then waved the broken knife and headed straight to Wang Xiaoru's right roar. Mu Wushuang set up a julu sword, jumped over to catch up with Liu Manmang, and the long sword roared through the air, piercing Wang Xiaoru's left chest. Wang Xiaoru raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "Hey, he has a fine skin and tender flesh, but he is actually quite thick skin and thick flesh! Yes." When Mu Wushuang and Liu Manmang came to him, Wang Xiaoru lowered his body and twisted his waist, and his palms rushed straight to their lower abdomen.

Slap it. Liu Manmang pressed his arm down and cut his knife, and Mu Wushuang also twisted his wrist and stabbed Wang Xiaoru's shoulder. As the two of them had just changed their moves, Wang Xiaoru had already bullied himself to the two of them, and turned his palms into fists and hit them hard at the dantian. Another dull sound, Mu Wushuang's lower abdomen and Liu Manmang's right waist were punched at the same time. While the two staggered back, Wang Xiaoru stretched his five fingers, stood up straight with his hands in palms, and he flashed and chased them in front of them with his palms. Another dull bang, Mu Wushuang and Liu Manmang flew backwards.

At this time, a figure flew out from behind and both caught them. Wang Xiaoru stood firm and saw that it was Zhang Zhubei. A hint of displeasure flashed across Wang Xiaoru's face and shouted coldly: "Don't you call Zhang Xiuwen'er here to die?" Zhang Zhubei said in a daze on his face: "Senior Wang, these two bastards are injured now. We have also seen the magical skills of our seniors, but please do you think it's good?" Mu Wushuang pushed Zhang Zhubei away and said breathlessly.

: "I don't need you to be false and righteous! Even if you die, I can't throw Aunt Hua here!" After Mu Wushuang finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sweet throat and a mouthful of blood was spewed out of blood. Zhang Zhubei couldn't help but whisper: "It's really a stone in the pit, smelly and hard! I'm gone, what are you going to save people?" Liu Manmang purred in his throat, and a wisp of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. He slowly said: "Senior Brother Zhang, even if Xiaohan dies here, he will die under the hands of the Ghost Grandma. It's not embarrassing."

Zhang Zhubei looked at Mu Wushuang and Liu Manmang and couldn't help but curse, "How come these two fools don't know how to adapt at all!" Wang Xiaoru's face relaxed a little when he heard this, and nodded and said, "You two are not very good at martial arts, but they have some backbone. Very good! Just leave an arm for each of you and go back!" Liu Manmang took a few deep breaths and felt his right arm tremble slightly. He silently used his internal strength to stabilize his arm, and then raised the broken knife again. Mu Wushuang had the demonic power of the Luojian protecting his body, and was born with a strong physique, which was slightly better than Liu Manmang. Seeing that Liu Manmang was about to take action again, Mu Wushuang also breathed a sigh of relief and slowly raised the Luojian. Wang Xiaoru's face turned deep and shouted, "I'm shameless? OK! Then let's take my life!" After saying that, Wang Xiaoru suddenly disappeared.

Mu Wushuang, Liu Manmang, and Zhang Zhubei were also shocked. Mu Wushuang suddenly felt that Wang Xiaoru had come to his left side and was about to sweep the sword, but Wang Xiaoru took too fast and instantly pointed Mu Wushuang's wrist, elbow, and shoulders. Mu Wushuang suddenly felt that his left arm was like a fill of lead, and Ju Luojian naturally drooped heavily to the ground. Mu Wushuang took a step back with a pale face and stared at Wang Xiaoru nervously. Wang Xiaoru snorted coldly and said, "I almost forgot, Ju Luojian protects the master, you can only get some tricks from Lao Yao.

, I guess it is relying on the demonic power of the falling sword to hold on! Now I have sealed your arm tendons and veins to block the demonic power. It depends on what you have to do!" Mu Wushuang gritted his teeth and looked at Wang Xiaoru, and saw that Wang Xiaoru slowly raised his right hand and slapped his Tianling Gave. Mu Wushuang was sealed by Wang Xiaoru at this time, and half of his body was numb. Seeing that the ghost Wang Xiaoru had already arrived, Mu Wushuang simply made a fuss in his heart, slapped Wang Xiaoru's heart into a palm, making a last try. But Wang Xiaoru's right hand actually stopped at about the inch above Mu Wushuang's head.

Mu Wushuang was already exhausted, and his right palm was only half slashed, and his body shook, and his right knee fell to the ground. Wang Xiaoru glanced coldly at both sides of his right hand, and saw Liu Manmang's broken knife, Zhang Zhubei's judge's pen stopped a few inches away from his wrist. Liu Manmang's eyes were like a torch, and Zhang Zhubei's eyes also closed their flattery and stared at Wang Xiaoru with great sharpness. Wang Xiaoru laughed and said, "Interesting! Interesting! You two wastes, want to use one of your arms to exchange for this

Boy's life?" Zhang Zhubei said slowly, "Ghost Grandma is an old senior, and we really don't want to make such offensive moves. But this bastard repeatedly contradicts the senior, so we will naturally train him well." Wang Xiaoru slowly retracted her right hand, touched her chin and said, "Well, you guys are much better than that beast Xianyun. I haven't been so happy for a long time! That Zhenhai Yulong must be better martial arts? Take me away, now I can't wait to see Zhang Xiuwen'er!"

Liu Manmang frowned and said, "What do you want to do with me?" Wang Xiaoru waved his left hand and said, "What do you want? Just a competition! Lead the way! Go to Zhang Xiuwen'er with me!" Li Shuanghua still couldn't move on the way back, so she could only carry her on her back and walked to the East Inn with Wang Xiaoru and others. Originally, Liu Manmang saw that Mu Wushuang was injured and wanted to carry Li Shuanghua for him, but Mu Wushuang insisted on refusing, so Liu Manmang could only give up. Wang Xiaoru looked at Mu Wushuang who was a little panting and silently said in his heart: "This child... is so talented! Even a monster is a bit outrageous! Having so many killer moves, he can still carry someone away..."

Mu Wushuang's left arm acupoint was sealed and could not exert force, so he could only use his right arm to hold Li Shuanghua's back waist tightly. Zhang Zhubei looked at Mu Wushuang, and in addition to surprise, there was also a little helplessness and relief in his eyes. Yang Tiantai saw that it was too late outside and had been pacing outside the inn. Zhang Xiuwen and Li Tianmu were chatting in unison. Zhang Tingye saw Su Xiaoyu bowing his head from time to time to add water to his teacup, and his eyes were naturally staring at Su Xiaoyu's jade hands.

Zhang Tingye really couldn't believe that there were such beautiful hands in the world: the white skin as white as mutton fat jade, with a slight rosy whisper, and no trace of texture. The delicate and slender index fingers seemed to be a work of art carefully carved by craftsmen, not to mention that Su Xiaoyu's nails were naturally light pink, which was far more pleasing to the eye than the red painted by other women. Zhang Tingye looked at Su Xiaoyu's jade hand for a while, and then glanced at Su Xiaoyu's nose bridge, and his heart was trembling. When Su Xiaoyu turned and walked away after pouring the boiling water, Zhang Tingye almost reached out to hold her hand. If Zhang Xiuwen hadn't glanced at Zhang Tingye seemingly carelessly, Zhang Tingye would have done something rude.

Zhang Tingye calmed down with blushing face and picked up the tea silently. There seemed to be the unique fragrance of Su Xiaoyu on the bowl. Zhang Tingye raised his nose and sniffed it, and then took a small sip of the tea with great reluctance. While looking at Zhang Xiuwen and his son, Lu Xianping was anxiously waiting for Mu Wushuang and Li Shuanghua to come back. Zeng Ding had already walked out of the guest room. Seeing that Lu Xianping was a little uneasy, he stepped forward and whispered to Lu Xianping: "Senior Brother Lu, don't be anxious, they will definitely come back safely." Lu Xianping glanced at Zeng Ding and nodded slowly, but his anxious expression did not change at all.

Luo Rui was lying on the table boredly. When he was closing his eyes to rest, he suddenly saw Yang Tiantai shouting: "Several brothers! They are back!" Lu Xianping rushed out of the inn in front of Li Tianmu and others. Seeing Mu Wushuang walking slowly with a woman on his back, he suddenly felt panicked. Lu Xianping was about to rush forward, but Zhang Xiuwen pressed his shoulder and whispered: "Junior Brother Feng Jue, the situation is not right! Let's talk about it."
Chapter completed!