It was obvious that the bandit also realized that something was wrong. If the break made by a wild beast could not be so smooth, there must be someone else.
Zhang Mu also saw it, how could he miss a good opportunity so easily.
Before the two of them could turn around, Zhang Mu raised his sword and brought down one of the bandits' heads. He was so frightened that the other one immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
"Heroes, spare their lives, heroes, spare their lives..."
Zhang Mu had no time to pay attention to him at all, because he was almost killed by the bamboo sword just now. Everything was not the means of these bandits. It can be seen that dealing with people has to be divided.
The guy in front of me now must not be taken lightly and cannot be given a good look.
Thinking of this, he kicked the man to the ground violently and raised his sword as if he was going to kill him.
The bandit couldn't care less about the pain, he quickly hugged his head and exclaimed: "Hero, please spare your life..."
When Zhang Mu heard this, the corner of his mouth moved, he sheathed his sword and shouted: "Okay, then just tell me what I ask you. If you dare to lie to me, you will be careful of your dog's life."
The bandit moved his hands and said tremblingly: "Hero, what do you want to know?"
Just as Zhang Mu was about to ask a question, he smelled a foul smell. He couldn't help but put his hand to his nose. He looked down and almost burst into laughter.
I saw that the bandit's thighs were soaked, which showed that he was so frightened that he had become incontinent.
I had only read about it in novels before, but I didn’t expect that a weak person would actually behave like this in front of a strong person. Sure enough, the strong person respected me and would not deceive me.
"How many people are there in your cottage!"
"Yes, there are more than one hundred and thirty."
Zhang Mu frowned and said, "Is there anyone with high martial arts skills?"
"Yes, yes..."
"Who, don't give me a bad look." As he said this, he wanted to kick him up and frighten the bandit.
"I said, I said... Our boss has the best martial arts skills. You have to be careful, good man."
Zhang Mu smiled and said: "You don't need to remind me, tell me, do you have anything to rely on?"
"Rely... rely on?"
Zhang Mu didn't follow him in a hurry. He grabbed the scabbard of the Black Iron Sword and hit him in the face. He said coldly: "Don't give me nonsense. The last time, the next time, he will be your fate."
The bandit was frightened now. He covered his cheek and nodded sharply: "Yes, yes, I will tell you."
Finally, the bandit told him about the situation in the cottage. Zhang Mu felt that half of it was bluffing him, but now he still had to rely on him to guide him, so he didn't care about it for now.
"Okay, you lead the way. When the time comes, everything you say is true, and I will let you go."
"Okay, you invite me first, hero." As he said that, the bandit made a very polite gesture.
Zhang Mu slapped the bandit on the back of the head and said angrily: "You have finished your special numbers. Do you want to sneak up on me from behind? Stop talking so much nonsense and walk ahead."
The bandit was now more honest, walking in front was not very slow.
Zhang Mu paid attention to this person's movements while checking the surrounding environment, fearing that he would be led into a trap.
After walking for about half a stick of incense, Zhang Mu followed the bandits to a place. Not far ahead was a large thatched house with many cave entrances. I believe it was also the bandit's residence.
"This is your gathering place!"
"Yes, it is."
Zhang Mu squinted his eyes after hearing this, and while he was thinking about it while touching his chin, he felt his body being pushed forward.
Then, I heard the bandit yelling: "It's not good, it's not good, there's an enemy attack."
Zhang Mu couldn't care less about the pain in his head. He gritted his teeth and stood up and rushed out in a few steps. He suddenly jumped up and flew up. He kicked the bandit down with his kick and drew his sword to chop off his head.
This wearing action can be said to be done in one go, without any hesitation. It can be seen that the bandit's many thoughts have made the good-tempered Zhang Mu anxious.
Then, I saw a lot of bandits running out. They rushed over with swords and clubs in their hands.
Zhang Mu's eyes shrank and he became a little scared. It would have been okay if there were four or five of them, but he couldn't resist this group of people.
If he hadn't been injured by the bamboo chips just now, he would still have a good chance of winning if he charged forward. But now that he has consumed a lot of internal energy, he would undoubtedly be courting death if he charged forward.
Zhang Musi thought for a moment and made a quick decision, turned around and ran down the mountain, followed by dozens of bandits chasing after him.
After going around a few twists and turns, Zhang Mu became a little confused. But in the end, being confused can sometimes turn out to be smart. This sentence applied to Zhang Mu.
After rushing to a haystack, the five bandits looked around, waved their hands and chased down.
Zhang Mu exhaled and tightened his grip on the Black Iron Sword. Just as he was about to think about it when he saw the five people walking away, he saw three people walking over again.
A one-eyed bandit cursed angrily: "Damn it, isn't this looking for death? Don't let me catch him and turn against him."
Zhang Mu narrowed his eyes after hearing this, sneered, and a faint murderous aura spread out.
The one-eyed bandit suddenly stepped forward and turned to look at Zhang Mu's hiding place.
"What's wrong?"
"I feel a murderous aura, that's where it comes from."
"Then go over and have a look." He said, wanting to come over.
Zhang Mu's heart tightened and he was about to take action when he heard another bandit say angrily: "I said you guys have something to do, aren't you alone? Damn it, I was having fun. If I want to find you, I will
Go back and enjoy yourself." After saying that, he went back to the mountain with a smile on his face.
The bandit who wanted to come over heard this, looked at One Eye and said, "I said One Eye, and he said the same. I will go and enjoy it. Who is wandering around here?" After saying that, he also carried a knife and went up the mountain.
"Hmph, a bunch of drunkards and rice balls." One Eye snorted coldly and looked at Zhang Mu's hiding place. "There is no mistake. It was spread here."
Zhang Mu could feel that this one-eyed man was also a very murderous person, and he was probably considered a mid-level master in the world.
With that said, One Eye walked over carrying a nine-ringed sword, and he was surprisingly cautious.
Looking at the one-eye getting closer and closer, Zhang Mu secretly said anxiously: "Damn, what should I do?"
Just when One Eye was about to pull away the haystack, he heard a voice: "What are you doing?"
When Du Yan heard this, he quickly turned around and said with great respect, "Master, we are looking for the person who entered the village."
"Okay, you go look for it somewhere else. I'll leave it to you here."
One Eye said: "Yes." After saying that, he took a look at Zhang Mu's hiding place, picked up the nine-ringed sword, and walked away.
Zhang Mu thought he was free, but before he could take a breath, he heard an arrogant voice: "Boy, don't come out yet."
Zhang Mu's heart trembled after hearing this, but he still comforted himself by thinking, "This is a lie to myself."
"Boy, if you really want to stay in the haystack, I will let you stay there for the rest of your life."
After hearing this, Zhang Mu knew that he had been exposed. Although he didn't know how he could tell, he still strode out with the Black Iron Sword.
After walking out, I saw a man in black and a big man with a ringed beard standing next to him. If I read it correctly, this big man seemed to be afraid of the man in black.
Zhang Mu looked at the man in black and said, "Are you the boss?"
The man in black raised the corners of his mouth and smiled evilly: "Do you think I will be a barbarian?"
Just as he was about to say something, he felt a strong pressure coming over him. His legs suddenly felt weak and he knelt on the ground.
Zhang Mu gritted his teeth tightly and clenched his fists with both hands. But no matter how much he resisted, he couldn't stand up. On the contrary, his body was a little unable to support him, and heavy sweat flowed down.
Zhang Mu was immediately horrified and said: "You...you are an immortal cultivator!"
The man in black looked at his palm and said with a smile: "Yes, I thought I could only rely on absorbing secular people to heal my wounds, but I didn't expect you to come to my door."
Zhang Mu became anxious when he heard this. Wasn't it obvious that he was an evil cultivator? If he really fell into his hands, his soul would be destroyed.
Thinking of this, Zhang Mu began to struggle again, but the man in black dismissed it.
Finally, Zhang Mu finally felt powerless, and a trace of fear of death came over him.
"No, I can't die. I have to climb to the top and go back to my previous life. I miss my aunt. I can't die, I want to go back."
At this time, the man in black looked like he was about to take action. Zhang Mu said angrily: "Since we are both cultivators of immortality, let's have a fair fight. Do you dare or not!!!"
The man in black said unexpectedly: "Oh, since you don't close your eyes, then come." With a wave of his hand, Zhang Mu felt his whole body so light that he almost collapsed on the ground.
With an angry roar, he stood up and held the black iron sword as heavy as a thousand pounds. However, he still gritted his teeth and raised it, and slashed at the man in black fiercely.
The man in black's hand turned into claws and rushed out in an instant. Zhang Mu felt his eyes blurred. Suddenly his heart felt like it was being torn into pieces, and a powerful force pushed him out.
"Uh, poof..." Zhang Mu lay on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, breathing heavily from his nose, with an incredible expression on his face.
It seemed that he had been frightened by the man in black's skill just now. He didn't even block a single move, and his heart was scratched to pieces. Now he was in so much pain that he really wanted to hit him and kill him.
Sweat was pouring down his face, and Zhang Mu's lips were frighteningly white, but he still swallowed his saliva and endured it.
"Boy, how about it, let's compare."
Zhang Mu smiled bitterly, and then shouted: "I'm going to fuck your sister, ahem...I'm telling you, I just don't accept it."
The man in black frowned and said: "Boy, I will let you know clearly even if you die. I am a monk in the foundation building stage, and you, a junior in the body training stage, are no match for me at all."
Zhang Mu was dumbfounded when he heard that he was actually a monk in the foundation-building stage. Didn't he offend someone he shouldn't have?
Thinking of this, I lay down on the ground and closed my eyes. Because the movement touched my heart, I couldn't help but grin in pain.
But just when he was about to die, Zhang Mu suddenly opened his eyes and laughed: "Life is not meant to be cut off. Old guy, whether I can survive or not is up to you."
Zhang Mu reluctantly reached into his arms and took out the white medicine bottle. The man in black saw the corners of his eyes twitching and couldn't help but rush towards Zhang Mu.
Seeing the man in black rushing towards him, Zhang Mu ignored the stench of the elixir and swallowed it in one gulp. He felt that the elixir melted in his mouth and slid into his body like a slippery insect.
When the man in black came over and saw that Zhang Mu had already eaten, he kicked Zhang Mu away in anger, and a mouthful of blood spurted out into the air.