After persuading him to no avail, shopkeeper Liu could only sigh, shook his head and said, "Then young hero, wait a moment."
Soon, the delicious meals arrived, and Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue could finally have a decent lunch.
Before he could take a few more bites, Zheng Hua had already brought back a group of his own thugs outside the inn.
"That's it..."
Dozens of people rushed into the inn. The tables and chairs blocking the way were overturned and smashed, and they surrounded Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue who were eating.
There was no one else in the inn. Seeing such a situation, the owner of the inn could only quietly hide in the cash cabinet and keep praying.
Mu Lingtian didn't want to involve others, so he was waiting for Zheng Hua to come back. Mu Lingtian ignored everything around him and smiled at Luoxue: "It seems that I still can't let you have a good meal today. "
Luoxue said nothing, but showed a faint smile on her face through the veil.
Mu Lingtian picked up the scraps on the table, stood up, turned around, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and glanced at the group of minions in front of him.
Zheng Hua looked at Mu Lingtian and said arrogantly: "Oh, you are really smart, but you are right. If you offend me, you will never come out of Lingnan."
A thug next to Zheng Hua was burly and looked very angry. He looked at Mu Lingtian and said in a rich and domineering voice: "How dare you bully my young master?"
The thug picked up the knife in his hand and struck at Mu Lingtian. Mu Lingtian didn't pay attention to these people's three-legged cats at all, and kicked the bench under his feet.
The bench spun and flew towards the thug, hitting the thug's chest hard. The bench broke into two halves. The thug was knocked away by the force of the bench, flipped over and collapsed.
Seeing Mu Lingtian who was so powerful in Kung Fu, the thugs were a little surprised. From the arrogance just now, they became cautious and did not dare to take a step forward.
An old man, wearing a long robe and holding a folding fan in his hand, walked into the inn slowly and calmly, and said calmly: "Young hero has great skills."
Hearing the sound, everyone looked towards the old man. The thugs made way out of the way and shouted: "Fourth Master Zhang."
Zhang Xiang, known as Fourth Master Zhang, is Zhang Xi's younger brother and Zheng Hua's god-uncle. He is also considered a figure in Lingnan, but he rarely leaves Lingnan, so he doesn't know Mu Lingtian.
Zhang Xiang came to Mu Lingtian, looked at Mu Lingtian, and said with a smile on his face: "I, Zhang Xiang, is Zheng Hua's uncle. In this Lingnan generation, everyone knows about it. I see Young Hero doesn't look like a Lingnan person, I don't know Young Hero..."
Mu Lingtian replied coldly: "People in the mountains and wilds, what does Master Zhang have to say?"
Mu Lingtian's performance seemed not to take Zhang Xiang seriously at all, which made Zhang Xiang feel a little embarrassed. Zhang Xiang sneered in embarrassment and asked in a tough tone: "I don't have any advice. I just want to ask the young hero why he was injured." My nephew?"
Mu Lingtian still just replied coldly: "What do you want?"
Facing the arrogant Mu Lingtian, Zhang Xiang snorted coldly and said: "Since the young hero is so arrogant, Zhang Xiang will come and learn the young hero's clever tricks."
As soon as Zhang Xiang's words came out, the thugs stepped aside one after another.
Zhang Xiang turned his face sideways, looked at Mu Lingtian sideways, clasped his hands in fists, saluted, and then struck Mu Lingtian with a palm.
Mu Lingtian just wanted to mind his own business, and didn't want to make things bigger or cause more trouble in Lingnan, so he didn't plan to use the Sixteen Swords of Killing Immortals, but simply competed with Zhang Xiang in terms of internal strength.
After all, Zhang Xiang can be considered a master in the Lingnan Sword Sect, and his kung fu is not low. As for Mu Lingtian, except for the Sixteen Swords of Zhu Xian, he doesn't know much else. As for palm skills, he only has relatively strong internal strength, so he is not Zhang Xiang's opponent in terms of palm skills.
After several rounds, although both sides had their own offense and defense, Mu Lingtian received two slaps from Zhang Xiang and suffered some minor injuries.
With another palm strike, Mu Lingtian was almost injured by Zhang Xiang, but fortunately, his arrogant internal strength helped him strike out randomly and separate from Zhang Xiang.
Mu Lingtian took two steps back in succession before he stabilized his figure, while Zhang Xiang only took a slight step back. He knew that when he looked at Mu Lingtian, he muttered in his heart: "His internal strength is not weak, even compared to mine." Yes, but why is the palm technique so bad? Could it be..."
However, he couldn't lose face. Zhang Xiang sneered and mocked Mu Lingtian and said, "In just these two days, do you still want to run wild in Lingnan?"
Although Mu Lingtian didn't want to be ridiculed, Mu Lingtian didn't want to waste time on this matter. He held Canshang in his right hand. A trace of cold-blooded killing intent flashed through his eyes, and he glanced at Zhang Xiang from the corner of his eye. With a glance and cold words, he threatened: "I don't want to kill anyone, I'm looking for death as an exception."
Zhang Xiang was confident that he could beat Mu Lingtian. He raised his hand and made a provocative move towards Mu Lingtian. He said with a smile: "You are so bold, let me teach you a lesson today."
Zhang Xiang gathered energy in his hands and rushed towards Mu Lingtian.
Although Mu Lingtian didn't want to cause trouble, he was not afraid of causing trouble. He didn't know when, but he had become accustomed to killing people. All he gave these people were deadly sword moves.
Although Zhang Xiang's kung fu was good and he was careful about the sword in Mu Lingtian's hand, he was still too careless, and Mu Lingtian had murderous intentions towards him, so he had no way to escape. The strange sword edge surged out as it danced with the remnant in Mu Lingtian's hand.
Under Mu Lingtian's strange and extremely fast Sixteen Immortal Killing Swords, Zhang Xiang noticed the danger and wanted to avoid it, but it was already too late. He gathered the inner strength of his palms and instinctively wanted to block the sword's edge with both hands.
This is the edge of the Sixteen Swords of Zhu Xian. It is so close to Mu Lingtian. Even an ordinary weapon is likely to be unable to withstand these sword edges, let alone the body?
Five sword edges hit Zhang Xiang hard. One on the leg, one on the abdomen, two on the chest, and a sword edge that cut off one of Zhang Xiang's arms alive.
Everyone only saw Mu Lingtian swinging his sword in a strange way. Before the sword touched Zhang Xiang, Zhang Xiang was knocked away by several sword blades and crashed into the crowd. No one could react before it happened. What.
Zhang Xiang, who was lying on top of the crowd, opened his eyes wide in fear. Two huge cuts were made in the clothes on his chest. Blood kept coming out from under the clothes. He did not expect such an ending. Just one moment. Just recruiting.
Everyone was frightened, and the whole place was silent. They looked at Zhang Xiang lying on the ground in disbelief.
Zhang Xiang's chest was almost penetrated by the sword. Severe pain came from his body at this moment, and blood surged from his mouth like a fountain. He seemed to have just come back to his senses, and looked at Mu Lingtian in horror. He wanted to say something, but it was too late. The god of death had already accepted him, and he could only breathe his last breath while struggling.
