Mugui

Chapter 68 Eighth Grade Battle Eighth Grade

This is the first time Yang Mu has played against the same level in the true sense. He attaches great importance to it and is extremely careful.

When Diao Youde drew his sword, Yang Mu clearly felt that the opponent's strength might not be inferior to his own.

This knife, with the sound of a tiger roaring, came menacingly.

Mu Dalang leaned on his crutches, his eyes were sharp, and he reminded him in a deep voice, "Take three steps to the left!"

Seeing the blade approaching, Yang Mu suddenly took two steps to the left to avoid it, and after listening to Mu Dalang's words, he took another step in the blink of an eye.

Diao Youde's knife was originally coming towards Yang Mu's face, the moment she moved to the left, the blade followed and swept straight towards her throat.

Unexpectedly, Yang Mu actually walked an extra foot, avoiding the blade far away.

When Diao Youde hadn't withdrawn his saber, Yang Mu pointed his toe and flew up into the air, and with a beautiful roundabout kick, he went straight to Diao Youde's face.

Diao Youde had already seen Yang Mu's movement, so he turned around and turned half a circle to the right, barely avoiding it.

Mu Dalang quickly scanned the ground, and picked up a knife with a limp leg.

There happened to be a thug lying on the ground next to the knife, and just as the thug was about to attack Mu Dalang, he was stabbed in the waist by a crutch.

He said "Ouch" and rolled his eyes in pain.

Mu Dalang threw the saber at Yang Mu and said loudly, "Take the saber!"

Yang Mu just dodged a knife, turned around and flew up, took the knife, held the knife with both hands, and slashed towards Diao Youde with all his strength.

When Diao Youde used the knife just now, when Yang Mu was empty-handed, it seemed that Diao Youde had the upper hand.

Now that both of them use knives, it is difficult to tell the winner.

In the lobby, the sound of "clinking" weapons clashing could be heard endlessly, and the figures of the two were flying so fast that it was hard to tell who was who.

Yang Mu only felt hearty, since he possessed this body with natural power, this was the first time he played so heartily.

Diao Youde, on the other hand, was sweating slightly on his forehead, a martial artist of the eighth rank of divine power, who was best at hitting with one blow and controlling the enemy with one move.

Because every move in the eighth-rank realm consumes a lot of energy and energy, it can't last long.

But why does the little girl on the opposite side feel more and more courageous?
Could it be because she is a woman and she is a man, and there are many women?
Grandma, if I knew he would have kept his boyish body!

Diao Youde was bitter, but he didn't say anything.

Mu Dalang is an expert, so he naturally saw that Yang Mu was delaying the battle because it was rare for him to meet someone who was resistant to beating.

Seeing that the battle was settled here, he no longer worried, instead, he held a kitchen knife in one hand and a cane in the other, and stabbed the thugs' waists and eyes one by one.

This is a acupuncture point, and the person who is stabbed will not be able to pay the public food for at least a year.

They are all people who learn martial arts, how can anyone not know?
The three toothless thugs struggled to get up and resisted, resolutely not to lose their heads in front of their daughter-in-law!
Mu Dalang swung the kitchen knife above their heads with his left hand, and while the thugs were all protecting their heads, he had quick eyesight and quick hands, and quickly stabbed the three people in the waist and eyes.

The three toothless monkeys uttered "Aw" in unison, kneeling on the ground with weak legs.

With a sullen face and a limp leg, Mu Dalang continued to poke his waist.

The red belt thug who had been thrown twice as a hammer before was lying on the second floor, watching everything downstairs calmly.

It was terrifying, it was scary enough that the little village girl could tie with Master Diao, but the man who stabbed someone in the waist made his heart tremble even more.

What kind of sinister person must be to be able to get rid of such a murderous hand?

The red belt felt that his "little red belt" was chilly.

After stabbing the waist of the last thug, Mu Dalang slowly moved his gaze up to the second floor, meeting the eyes of the thug with the red belt.

The scalp of the thug with the red belt was numb, and his fine hair immediately exploded.

Seeing that Mu Dalang was about to go up to the second floor with a kitchen knife in one hand and a cane in the other, the red trousers kept on doing the same thing, and shouted: "Don't come here!"

Then he bumped his head against a big pillar and passed out.

The sound of "dong" was very abrupt, Mu Dalang raised his eyes to look, and after a long while, he slowly put on his crutches, found a chair, and sat down to rest.

In fact, he was already at the end of his strength and could not go up the stairs, but his momentum was about to show off.

After an incense stick of time passed, Yang Mu found out about Diao Youde's details, and felt that it was meaningless.

She knocked Diao Youde's big knife flying with one blow, and then put the knife on his neck, raised her eyebrows and said: "With this little skill, you still want to kill me?"

Diao Youde panted heavily, looked at Yang Mu, who was neither red nor out of breath, and asked angrily, "What rank are you!"

Yang Mu blinked and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter how high I am, the important thing is that your fat sheep is the best!"

Diao Youde looked at her defensively and asked, "What do you mean?"

Yang Mu raised his chin, ready to talk and discuss: "You came to make trouble yesterday afternoon, and set fire to me at night to burn me to death. The yard I just repaired was burned down by you. Let's talk about compensation, right?"

Diao Youde heard that he wanted to pay compensation, not to go to court, he felt a little more relaxed, and said: "Put the knife away, let's sit down and discuss!"

Yang Mu shook his head and said, "That won't work, you have to pay compensation first."

Mu Dalang rested for a while, regained some strength, walked over slowly, stretched out his hand to caress Diao Youde's arms for a while.

It was the first time that Diao Youde was stretched into his arms by a man at his age, and his face was extremely ugly.

Mu Dalang grabbed out a stack of silver bills, counted them, and found that there were more than 300 taels of silver.

Yang Mu's eyes lit up, this is enough for her to repair the house three times!

Mu Dalang's face was gloomy, and he said: "This little money is just compensation for your disturbance in the afternoon. As for our husband and wife's house and the frightened matter, how will you compensate?"

Yang Mu glanced at Mr. Wang appreciatively, this deceitful posture won my heart!
Diao Youde said angrily: "Three or four of your broken houses can be built with 300 taels of silver!"

Yang Mu blinked, "Oh? Is my house so cheap? How about I ask Miss Hang?"

Her sweet smile made Diao Youde shudder, why is this little village girl so creepy?

Diao Youde pointed to his room, and said, "I still have 100 taels of silver in my room, take it away!"

Mu Dalang said: "I'm too lazy to go around with you. Compensate us with 1000 taels of silver. If you don't have the cash, you can take the bank note. If you don't have the bank note, you can use your gambling shop to pay off the debt."

Diao Youde gasped, "How much? Are you crazy about poverty!" 1000 taels was his income for two years.

Mu Dalang glanced at him indifferently, and said to Yang Mu: "Then, shall we go find Miss Hang?"

Yang Mu sighed and said, "That's the only way!"

Diao Youde gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give it!"

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Mu and Mu Dalang walked out of the casino with their banknotes in their hands.

The donkey cart of the old man Niu was waiting nearby, and the two sat on the donkey cart and smiled at each other.

If we lose our horses, we can't know what a blessing is.

Yang Mu sighed, and said, "It's just that it's a pity that you wrote "Mu Gui"."

Mu Dalang, who was still smiling just now, froze in an instant, there were hundreds of talking books!
Seeing Mu Dalang deflated, Yang Mu laughed like a silver bell.

The old man Niu who was driving the car turned his head and looked at Yang Mu suspiciously, and said, "Girl Mu, how can you still laugh? Your house has been burnt down like that, where do you live during this time?"

Yinling's laughter stopped abruptly and was replaced by an unstoppable cough, how could she forget this?
Mu Dalang couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

The girl in front of her was so cute that people couldn't take their eyes off her.

When he was young, why did he feel that this was a doormat, a crying bag?
　There will be another chapter in a while~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)