Heavenly Curse

“Give me the keys and spare me your life! ”

The other party's direct domination, even Maki gazed. Shouldn't you sign up first and try again?

However, with the words of this middle-aged man, there were also several people who followed him. It was the ones that Mu Yi had previously sensed that the breath exceeded Choi Heng's, and the back door window of the tea festival was also blocked. At this moment, Mu Yi Dang really had no road to heaven, no door to the ground.

At least in the eyes of outsiders.

“There seems to be too little blood and too few people killed.” Makocchan shook his head gently, a gesture that did not put the visitor in his eyes.

“To die! ”

His attitude promptly provoked several people behind the middle-aged man, two of whom rushed in first and came together towards Makita.

These people in Bafangtang have not heard that Mu Yi killed Choi Heng by two fingers. Only one time, they feel that the rumors inevitably exaggerate the facts. Another, Mu Yi's age is so deceptive, everyone is practicing martial arts, and they know that there are geniuses in the world, but even if Mu Yi started practicing martial arts in his mother's womb, how strong can he be at this age?

You know, Xi Wu doesn't have any shortcuts, you have to work hard.

Though there is some disagreement with the rumors in the heart, out of caution, they are the masters of the two Eightfold Halls of Fame, so that even if Mu Yi is really as powerful as the rumors, there is no problem for two people to block a few moves, when the people behind them embrace it, they do not believe that Mu Yi can still stop it.

Maki suddenly shook his head as he watched the two rushing up. This time, he didn't even let Big Slave do it. Instead, he took the bamboo from the table and shook it out at will.

“Careful! ”

At the door, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly shrunk and he shouted out loud, and he no longer hesitated, lifting his hand to strike a black object and hit Maki's head.

Makita's hands seemed slow, but those two octagonal masters seemed foolish and didn't know how to hide, leaving the age bamboo to strike their heads.

“Pa!”

Ming Mu Yi knocked twice, but it sounded like only one voice. Two octagonal masters trembled, their heads exploded directly, and the red and white objects spurted.

But that's not all. After smashing the heads of the two Eightfold masters, the age bamboo folded again. It just hit the black object opened by the middle aged man at the door. The age bamboo gently lifted, but the black object folded in the middle of the sky and flew towards the window.

This time, the middle-aged man didn't even have time to remind him that the black had fallen on the octagonal guard guarding the window.

Ka-cha! ”

The other person's chest suddenly sounded and flew backwards.

In the process, Maki also saw the true face of the black object, a black iron bold, full of weight.

In an instant, three people in the Eighth Hall had died, and the face of a middle-aged man had become gloomy.

“I dare ask Your Highness.” Despite the rage in his heart, the middle-aged man still pressed hard to ask.

“Isn't it too late to ask? Whatever the Eightfold Hall, it turns out to be soft and afraid of hard.” Liam shook his head easily and said with disdain.

From the middle-aged man, Mu Yi almost figured out his strength, between him and Mu Rufu, but if there is a real battle between life and death, Mu Yi feels that Mu Rufu is more likely to win.

According to Mo Ruxing herself, her martial arts in Jianghu is only a second-class peak, less than first-class.

Then this middle-aged man is also at the top of the list.

Thinking about it, Maki couldn't help but think of the lonely figure on Little Cold Mountain, the sword rush.

At least after the breakthrough, Autumn can definitely crush the middle-aged in front of you, maybe, that's what it's called first-rate?

Although at that time, Mu Yi and Qiu Yi fought a double defeat to hurt each other, no one could take advantage of it, but that was because Mu Yi had five thunder characters and a copper lamp, so he could leverage each other. Otherwise, at that time, Mu Yi had not yet broken through the second difficulty, I'm afraid there was only one way to defeat.

Combined with Mayu's experience over time, it can basically be judged that first-rate masters have to some extent amounted to the second difficulty in training, while the second difficulty has seven steps, and Mayu is now only the second step.

With this in mind, there is a little more pressure in Muyi's mind. This river and lake, as well as the so-called martial arts master, is not as embarrassing as he initially thought. Especially in the first-class realm, he has found his own path. He is definitely a strong man on the prominent side, and cannot be underestimated.

Of course, Maki still has faith in himself, although he is only the second difficult step, but with the old bamboo, the copper lamp, and the five-thunder charm in his hand, he believes that even if he encounters those who are four or five steps strong, he is eligible for World War I.

It's just that he doesn't really know how many levels of first-rate mastery there are, and above first-rate, is there a higher realm?

“You...” the middle-aged man was almost choked by Maiyi's words, but thinking of the strength that Maiyi had just demonstrated, he could only depress himself with anger.

Originally, after knowing that Mu Yi and his fingers killed Choi Heng, he didn't really care. Although Choi Heng still had some fame, in his view, he was still a bit disoriented, even he was confident that if he did all he could kill Choi Heng with one move.

But unfortunately, he's wrong, and he's wrong.

Each of those two men is better than Choi Heng, but even then, the two of them can't stop Mu Yi, and those rumors show that the strength of Mu Yi is not exaggerated, but drastically shrunk.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was reluctant to pull out the person who had originally sent him the message and split his body. If he had known that Maki was so powerful, he would not have been so reckless if he had acted. At least wait for the other heads of parishes in the Eighth Hall to come back and do it.

The middle-aged man, actually named Guo Qing, is one of eight heads of parish in Bafangtang.

After learning about the birth of the key of the ancient Yellow River Road, Bafangtang had an idea. In addition to the three godmasters left behind, the other five godmasters could be called leaning out of the nest, but from the opening to the Luoyang area, there were too many roads and the people could only disperse.

Before getting the news from Mu Yi, Guo Qing couldn't even wait for the rest of the councillors to bring people here himself. Of course, he didn't try the idea of monopolizing his kung fu in his heart. However, he didn't expect that when he thought he had his hands caught, he ran into a big bag in the head.

Even at this time, Guo Qing can no longer retreat. Not only does this have to do with the reputation of Bafangtang, but this retreat also greatly diminishes his position in the eyes of his men. At this moment, he can only hope to delay a little, and the housekeepers can arrive in time.

“I work in all directions, you dare to peek beside me.” Guo Qing suddenly turned his eyes and saw the Lang Zhong in the corner.

Mu Yi and Guo Qing both recognized the identity of his son at first glance because not only was there a small wooden box on his desk commonly used by medical practitioners, but there was also an apricot yellow flag with four words on it to save lives.

Obviously, after knowing that Mu Yi was unpredictable, Guo Qing diverted his anger to other people. Not only could he vent it, but he could also use it to delay the time, which could be considered a one-to-one gain.

Maki intended to kill the other person directly, saving her from looking at the other side.

But when Guo Qing looked at the target towards the lang, Mu Yi suddenly did not rush, in fact, he was also a little curious about the lang.

Today, the key of the ancient Yellow River Road is not said to be boiling, but near Kaifeng Luoyang, I'm afraid it has been spread. If the ordinary people don't know and can barely say it, but at first glance, the other party walks through the river and lake costume, and often passes through the inn tea festival, how can they not even hear a word?

But he had a blind face, a look he didn't know, and he had only two possibilities, one pretending and the other really cared less.

Despite his curiosity, as long as he doesn't offend him, he naturally won't offend him, so he can't get into trouble because of his curiosity, but now that someone is willing to give him a try, he also enjoys seeing it.

“Can't you see it? ”

Suddenly, he was reprimanded. Neither was Nalang. He just looked at Guo Qing with confusion.

It's just that his words are deliberately provocative in Guo Qing's view. Since when can one of the lang ignore the majesty of the Eighth Hall?

“Well, since you want to see it so badly, the head of this house will be you.” Guo Qing stared hard at the lang, then said: “Somebody, dig out his eyes and let him see enough. ”

Upon hearing Guo Qing's words, the two men came out behind him again and walked towards the corner of the Lang without a word. However, as they passed the Maiyi table, they were still tight and ready to go.

But until they walked, they didn't see any action by Maki. They couldn't help but relax in their hearts. Just after Maki had beaten two companions to death with a bamboo cane, they could all see the difference in strength. Since the two couldn't hide, they naturally died the same way up.

Despite the desire to avenge their companions, the house owners have not spoken, nor can they go up and die on their own.

But the fellow also looked at the obstacle. Although they could not take Maiyi, they could not take Maiyi's breath first.

As to whether the man was innocent or not, it was no longer in their minds.

Lang Zheng looked at the two men slowly approaching each other and revealed a frivolous expression, but still did not react at all.

On the other hand, Mu Yi had a faint smile on his face and looked this way, but he did not use the power of his mind, but just watched quietly.

“Pfft! ”

“Pfft! ”

The two people of the Eightfold Hall had just approached within three feet of the lang, and when they lifted their hands, suddenly their bodies were soft and fell to the ground. There were no half-signs in the whole process, even the two people were no different, and suddenly fell down.

The smile on Makiyi's face gradually wandered away and his eyes slowly sharpened.