Gao Wu: Returning from the Tomb of Gods, I am invincible!

And its strength.

How could there be someone like Yi who could reach the ninth level?

Liu Mubai, on the other hand, can be regarded as an extraordinary being among the ninth level.

At least it's better than Hao Yu.

His ageless face.

There is a big secret in it.

In this world, secrets represent strength.

According to Hao Yu.

Liu Mubai is not only extraordinary in strength, but more importantly, has broad connections.

It is said that the food is particularly delicious in South Vietnam.

Not only are they connected with all forces.

It even seems to be somewhat related to the Barbarian Witch Cult.

In South Vietnam, at the level of King Wu, everyone has to sell some of their thin noodles.

"This time the secret hiding place of the witch god appears, there will be a big storm in Qianzhong Mountain."

"This is the time for us to work together."

Liu Mubai's purpose of coming here is very simple.

Convince Hao Yu and Li Mu to join the alliance.

Just as Hao Yu expected.

It is at least inevitable for Martial Kings from all over the world to unite.

Liu Mubai was one of the important figures who promoted the formation of this alliance.

Things like the alliance require people with wide sleeves and long dances.

Hao Yu was obviously unwilling to offend Liu Mubai easily.

I was polite to him for a long time.

This made Li Mu raise his eyebrows slightly.

Such time-wasting small talk.

He really didn't know what the meaning was.

"time to go."

Li Mu spoke.

Hao Yu was slightly startled, but still nodded:

"I'm sorry, Brother Liu, I have to take this guy to the Blood Lion first."

Liu Mubai smiled: "Looking for the Blood Lion? Why are you looking for him? Is it possible that you still want to join the Barbarian Witch Cult?"

Hao Yu was still thinking about how to speak.

Li Mu said calmly: "Kill him."

"what?"

Liu Mubai was suddenly startled.

I almost thought I heard it wrong.

After a while, he smiled helplessly:

"Little brother, don't be lucky enough to beat Hao Yu, then you won't know how high the sky is."

"The blood lion is not that easy to kill."

"Try it." Li Mu responded coldly.

Even Liu Mubai always smiled at each other.

But Li Mu intuitively had a very bad feeling about it.

He doesn't like such people.

If you use a smile as a mask all year round, it must be completely opposite inside.

Liu Mubai smiled again:

"Some things can be tried, and some things cannot be tried."

"Little brother, come with us. You are still young and have a bright future. Don't ruin your bright future just for the sake of impulsiveness."

"Go away, or die."

Li Mu has lost his patience.

Liu Mubai's smile suddenly froze.

This time he was stupid enough to make sure he heard correctly.

Li Mu spoke clearly and his voice was cold.

It was as cold as frost.

Like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, it chills people to the bone.

"I'm afraid my little friend is a little too ignorant..."

Liu Mubai's expression turned completely gloomy.

"It seems your choice is death."

His voice was still extremely cold.

At this moment, the firing gun appeared in Li Mu's hand.

"Your Excellency, Brother Liu, calm down..."

Hao Yu wanted to persuade him to make peace.

"Hao Yu, even if we lose the battle for martial intent, is it to this point?"

"I think your spine has been broken!"

Liu Mubai glanced at Hao Yu coldly.

It's completely different from his previous friendly attitude.

Hao Yu was slightly startled. He really didn't expect Liu Mubai to speak like this.

And the next moment.

A real chill spread.

A sword with cold light appeared in Liu Mubai's hand.

The sword is long and thin.

Like a soft sword.

Liu Mubai held the sword and narrowed his eyebrows slightly.

There was a faint, dangerous and soul-stirring cold light in it.

Li Mu held the spear upside down.

Poker face.

Only his deep eyes.

There seemed to be wisps of killing intent emerging from the depths.

The war is about to start!

The few people who had just been following Liu Mubai had wisely moved away.

They are just eighth and seventh level Martial Kings.

In Qianzhong Mountain at this moment, level seven and level eight are nothing!

Just have the qualifications to enter.

If you are below level seven, your only fate is to become cannon fodder!

Only level nine, or level nine combat power can occupy a place in Qianzhong Mountain at this time!

now.

Liu Mubai is at the ninth level, and Li Mu is at the eighth level.

Confrontation in the air.

The air machines are locked to each other.

Just when the war was about to break out.

A loud voice sounded.

"Mu Bai, stop, get out of the way of this kid!"

I saw a figure flying past the tree crown.

In just a moment, he was beside the two of them.

This is a short-haired man with a tall build and strong muscles. His buttocks are stretched out by the light cloth.

But the speed it just showed is not bloated or slow at all.

And its momentum is even more powerful.

At this moment, Li Mu couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly.

Another ninth-level Martial King!

Moreover, the aura on his body was much more powerful than that of Liu Mubai.

"Brother Deng, what's wrong?"

Upon seeing this person, Liu Mubai's aura suddenly softened.

And Li Mu instantly knew who this person was!

Deng Yuelong!

According to Hao Yu, he is currently one of the top three beings in Qianzhong Mountain!

Its fame and strength are on par with those of the Blood Lion.

Moreover, because of his bold personality and free and easy manner, he usually makes a lot of friends.

He is also the most famous among all the ninth-level Martial Kings, and the one who talks about fame.

Hao Yu had said it as early as back then.

After those warriors from all over South Vietnam form an alliance, Deng Yuelong is most likely to be elected as the person in charge.

Now it seems that Hao Yu was right.

"Nothing. Since this little brother has no intention of being here, let him go and come back with me. We are discussing the remaining map."

Deng Yuelong's expression was calm, and there was an unquestionable meaning in his voice.

Liu Mubai only hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Of course, but..."

But he glanced at Li Mu again and said;

"I'm afraid this person also has a broken picture in his hand."

Deng Yuelong suddenly raised his eyebrows.

But he just said in an instant:

"Whatever you have, it's his thing and it has nothing to do with us."

"Little brother, please forgive me for the offence."

Deng Yuelong directly raised his fist towards Li Mu.

Li Mu said nothing, but silently raised his fingers from the firing gun and then lowered them.

His eyes didn't change at all, they were still cold.

"Brother Deng, don't you think it's strange?"

"Since when did we have such a number one figure in South Vietnam?"

"I guess this little brother is not from South Vietnam, right?"

Liu Mubai looked at Li Mu with a smile.

Li Mu remained silent, his expression unchanged.

Others, including Hao Yu, couldn't help but change their expressions when looking at Li Mu.

People are more or less exclusive.

Especially at this time, the secret of the shaman god in South Vietnam is about to be opened.

If the South Vietnamese get it, forget it.

But if it was taken away by an outsider.

What's going on?

I am afraid that many strong people in South Vietnam will find it difficult to accept.

"What's wrong, little brother, are you still from South Vietnam? Why haven't you said anything yet? Or are you afraid to admit it anymore?"

Liu Mubai smiled again.

"No, is there a problem?"

Li Mu spoke.

His voice and expression remained the same, unchanged at all.

Of course he knew that his participation as a foreigner in a local "treasure hunting conference" would likely cause public outrage.

But so what if it causes public outrage?

Anyway, his goal has never been some illusory secret of the God of War.