"What are you talking about" Mr.
Mu turned his head suddenly, staring coldly at Jin Baxiong In front of Jiao Yi before, Mr.
Mu was submissive and really a waste, but now, his whole person is like a sharp sword out of the sheath, exuding a terrifying cold glow.
Being stared at by Mr.
Mu's cold gaze, Jin Baxiong felt like a poisonous snake licking his face, and couldn't help but tremble, but when he thought that Mr.
Mu was just a pseudo-master, he was bold, and sneered and said: "It's okay if the skills are not as good as people, but I didn't expect that even the ears were out."
"If you say one more word, I'll kill you."
Mr.
Mu's murderous spirit leaked out.
Jin Baxiong clearly believed that Mr.
Mu was a pseudo-master, and he repeatedly told himself in his heart that he didn't need to be afraid of Mr.
Mu, but under Mr.
Mu's momentum, he couldn't say a word.
Everyone in the Scythe Club thought that Jin Baxiong was forbearing Mr.
Mu, and they were all angry.
Before, they also thought that Mr.
Mu was really a big master, and Jin Baxiong was respectful to Mr.
Mu, so they recognized it, but now, this waste imposter surnamed Mu dared to yell at Jin Ye, and they couldn't stand it.
The first person who couldn't hold back was a middle-aged man with a full face: "The surname Mu, dare to be rude to our Jin Ye, what do you think you are?"
Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, the person flew out upside down, flying directly over the heads of the disciples of the Scythe Congregation, and after falling to the ground, he didn't snort anymore.
This is not surprising, although Mr.
Mu is an imposter master, at least he can get on the same level as the master, and he can slap the middle-aged man away, even a wild wolf can do it.
Mr.
Mu made a move on the middle-aged man, and the coercion shrouded in Jin Baxiong suddenly dissipated, he stood up and yelled at Mr.
Mu: "You surnamed Mu dare to kill my brother."
The middle-aged man who was slapped away by Mr.
Mu was indeed dead, and there was black blood flowing out of his body, which had obviously been shattered by Mr.
Mu.
As soon as they heard that the middle-aged man was dead, the disciples of the Scythe Congregation were even more angry, and they all glared at Mr.
Mu angrily, and when Jin Baxiong gave an order, they rushed up and beat Mr.
Mu into a meatloaf to avenge the dead middle-aged man.
Mr.
Mu completely ignored the people of the Scythe Society, looked at Jin Baxiong lightly, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant, and said lightly: "If you dare to talk to Mu like that, you should be killed." ” Jin Baxiong hesitated for a moment, and then the anger that rushed to the sky rose from his heart, and he said sharply: "The surname Mu, kill my brothers in the Sickle Society, are you really a vegetarian in the hundreds of brothers in my Sickle Society?"
"I didn't think you were vegetarians, I thought you were-eaters."
Mr.
Mu's words were vulgar, but he put on an unattainable posture in front of Jin Baxiong.
Jin Baxiong was completely killed, and shouted: "Brothers, take down the surname Mu for me, and keep him alive." ” The people of the Scythe Guild couldn't wait for a long time, and as soon as Jin Baxiong's words fell, they immediately rushed towards Mr.
Mu.
"I'll keep you alive too."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr.
Mu suddenly disappeared in place, followed by screams and wails, and in the midst of the howls, the disciples of the Scythe Society continued to fall, although they did not die, but after falling to the ground, they could not stand up, and completely lost their combat effectiveness.
Jin Baxiong was stunned, so many elite disciples under his command were so vulnerable under the hands of a waste impostor master This waste surnamed Mu, when he faced Lin Jingyao's little white-faced concubine, he couldn't hit anyone no matter how he beat him, why did he become so powerful again Just when Jin Baxiong was stunned, more than half of the more than two hundred Scythe Society disciples had fallen, and the number of people who fell was still increasing, and one person fell in about a second.
Jin Baxiong's eyes suddenly showed a deep fear, and he suddenly realized that the person surnamed Mu invited by the wild wolf was not a waste, but a real master, who could defeat a super master of two hundred The question is, such a super master turned into a garbage waste when facing Lin Jingyao's little white-faced concubine, so how terrifying is the little white-faced person surnamed Jiao Just when the fear in Jin Baxiong's heart was getting deeper and deeper, Mr.
Mu had already put down all the Scythe Society disciples, and when Jin Baxiong was shocked, the five fingers of Mr.
Mu's right hand had locked his throat.
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"Do you think that if there are more people, you will be 13 cows, and if there are more eggs, you can break the stone" Mr.
Mu glanced at Jin Baxiong coldly, and his five fingers gradually tightened.
Jin Baxiong really felt the threat of death, and he couldn't say a word.
"Do you think that I am not a master at all, just a useless waste" Mr.
Mu asked coldly again.
"No" Jin Baxiong's breathing was already not smooth, and he only said one word, and he couldn't make a sound anymore.
"In front of the surname Jiao, I am indeed a waste, but with you humble ant, you deserve to look down on Lao Tzu" Mr.
Mu suddenly snorted, and spit on Jin Baxiong's face, "Lao Tzu can pinch you to death at any time like an ant."
Jin Baxiong couldn't breathe anymore, and he felt that if Mr.
Mu's right hand tightened for a minute or two, his throat bone would shatter.
Fortunately, Mr.
Mu's hand slowly loosened.
Walking around on the edge of death, Jin Baxiong finally realized how happy it was to be able to breathe freely, and after taking two deep breaths, Jin Baxiong said: "Mr.
Mu, I have eyes and no beads, thank you Mr.
Mu for not killing."
"Send your mistress surnamed Xu, your youngest daughter, and your youngest son's wife to Lao Tzu's bed, otherwise, Lao Tzu wants you to live and not die."
Mr.
Mu's voice was cold, but there was a strange evil fire flashing in his eyes.
In Lin Jingyao's Mercedes-Benz SSAG sports car, Lin Jingyao didn't speak angrily, while Jiao Yi looked at Lin Jingyao with a smile, Lin Jingyao didn't speak, and he didn't speak.
In the end, it was Lin Jingyao who couldn't help but speak first: "Tomorrow morning, you really want me to fight with the bastard surnamed Mu."
Jiao Yi shook his head and said with a smile: "Who let you fight him, I asked you to beat him, that waste is so ugly, and he actually wants to eat swan meat, you don't want to beat him out of this evil breath."
"However, the surname Mu is a genuine Dan Jin master, not a waste" Lin Jingyao didn't want to talk to Jiao Yi, but there were some things that had to be said.
"He is a master in the early stage of Danjin, this is not fake, but I said that if you beat him, there will be a way for you to beat him so that he has no power to fight back."
Jiao Yi is an understatement.
"What way" Lin Jingyao felt that Jiao Yi was simply nonsense, but she couldn't help but ask.
"I haven't eaten dinner yet."
Jiao Yi said very seriously
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