The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Huangfuxian's expression changed.

Before the sword was drawn, just the killing intent suppressed a grandmaster until he vomited blood, leaving him without the ability to resist.

Is that human being?

He looked at Li Muchen's young and suffocating face, and suddenly had a ridiculous thought, feeling that this world was not real at all.

He has been pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts all his life, and he still wants to compete with Zhu Xiaoyuan. How ridiculous is this!

If I had known this, I might as well have stayed in Lushan and practiced well with Master Tong Hao.

"Behind...behind..."

Ni Huaiqi looked in pain, as if a huge boulder was pressing on his body, and blood spurted out from his mouth.

Li Muchen withdrew his sword intent and planned to wait for him to finish speaking.

Huangfuxian stared closely at the sword in his hand.

This black sword is really a bit strange. It's flat in shape, edgeless and pointless. The key is that the blade of the sword is pure black. This black is dazzling, as if the black is a kind of light.

Huangfuxian suddenly remembered that his master once told him that there are many magical treasures in the world of cultivation. Once some treasures are obtained, ordinary people can immediately become masters as long as they can master how to use them.

There are even some treasures that have the power to destroy the world.

He suddenly understood that how did Li Muchen get such great strength at such a young age? It was just because he had such a sword in his hand.

The murderous intention just now clearly originated from the heaven and earth, condensed in the mountains and rivers, and was so vast and majestic that it could not be emitted from a single person.

There is a saying in ancient books: The sky sends murderous intentions, the stars change their places, the earth sends murderous intentions, dragons and snakes rise from the land...

It was this sword, this divine weapon, that aroused the murderous intent of heaven and earth.

Huangfuxian also seemed to understand why Master Tong Hao wanted to kill Li Muchen, and specifically told him that it was best to capture him alive. If he killed him, he would bring the body to Lushan with all his belongings intact and hand it over to him.

It turned out that the master was interested in the sword in Li Muchen's hand.

Hahaha, Huangfuxian laughed wildly in his heart.

This is God help me!

If I get this sword, why would I care about Zhu Xiaoyuan!

Even the old monsters from Minglu's hometown don't take him seriously anymore.

In the world of martial arts, I am the only one who is supreme!

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Huangfuxian's laughter interrupted Ni Huaiqi who was about to speak.

"Boy, do you want to save Lang Yuwen? It's very simple, just give me something in exchange!"

"Change?" Li Muchen was stunned for a moment and looked at Huangfuxian.

"That's right!" Huangfu Xian was full of confidence, with a cunning smile on his lips, "I'll use the sword in your hand in exchange. You give me the sword, and I'll hand the person over to you. This is your only chance, otherwise, You can never rescue Lang Yuwen."

Li Muchen frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"Yuzhang Huangfuxian!" Huangfuxian said, "You should have heard of my name. I guarantee it with my reputation. As long as you hand over the sword, I will not only return Lang Yuwen to you, but also guarantee that Jiangdong's wealthy family will not I’ll cause trouble for you and Lang Yuwen again.”

"Huangfu Xian!" Li Muchen nodded, "In exchange, right? Then I'll give you your head in exchange."

After saying that, the sword was raised lightly, and a black light flashed through.

Huangfuxian's expression froze, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

He saw the sword energy clearly.

But this was also the last time he saw real immortal swordsmanship.

Then, his head fell off, hit the broken and overturned table with a thud, and rolled out again, rolling to the side of the coffee table, and leaning side by side with Hou Kuidong's head.

Ni Huaiqi was frightened.

At this time, Li Muchen had already put away his murderous intent. Without the oppression of the murderous intent, Ni Huaiqi should have felt relieved, but instead he collapsed on the ground, trembling with fear.

The grandmaster's pride disappeared at this moment, leaving only fear.

Huang Fuxian, who was once his proud teacher, his biggest supporter, the second master in East China, the person who could compete with Zhu Xiaoyuan, died like this.

Looking at the two heads under the coffee table, and then at Li Muchen, Ni Huaiqi seemed to see a demon from hell.

"Tell me, where is Mr. Lang?" Li Muchen asked again.

"In...the secret...secret room at the back!"

"Go, take me there."

Of course, Ni Huaiqi didn't dare to say no. He stood up shivering and found that his crotch was already wet and still warm.

If word spread that a great master had urinary incontinence, I don’t know how the world would feel.

After they walked out, some black energy appeared on the two corpses, starting to spread from the open wounds.

That was the Xuanming Sword Qi remaining on it.

The mysterious energy quickly corroded the corpse, and after a while, there were only a few pools of water stains left in the room.

Li Muchen escorted Ni Huaiqi to the backyard of the villa, entered from a building, passed through several doors, and then turned underground.

There are many twists and turns here, like a prison.

Lang Yuwen was found in a small, airtight room.

Compared to Mashan and Caitou, Lang Yuwen was fine and only suffered minor injuries.

Probably because he doesn't know martial arts and doesn't resist.

Li Muchen gave Lang Yuwen a simple treatment in the room.

During the treatment, I suddenly heard the door behind me slam shut.

Then, there was a heavy sound like a boulder moving.

Then, Ni Huaiqi’s unruly laughter came:

"Hahahaha, Li Muchen, you didn't expect that there are mechanisms here! This is the place where the master retreats. In order to ensure the safety during the retreat, all the walls are made of special steel plates, thick lead plates and concrete. Even missiles can't hit Don't come in! No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you can't escape! Unless you turn into a mouse and crawl out of the vent. Hahahaha... just wait to starve to death here!"

Ni Huaiqi turned off the mechanism and stood outside the secret room door, laughing wildly.

The wetness and heat in his crotch was still there, which made him feel ashamed.

The shame quickly turned into anger.

He slapped the thick wall hard, smiled crazily at the vent, and used all the dirty words he could think of to curse Li Muchen and his eight generations of ancestors to vent his anger.

Listening to the dull sound coming from the thick wall, he felt a faint sense of pleasure at the thought that Li Muchen would starve to death inside. The pleasure of catharsis after extreme shame and anger.

"Li Muchen! I'm going to rape your grandma! I'm going to rape your mother! I'm going to rape your eight generations of ancestors! Just wait for death in there!"

"I will take good care of your brothers, your sisters, and your friends! I heard that you also have a beautiful fiancée? Have you ever had sex? It would be a pity if you haven't! I can help you Do it for me! If you haven't starved to death by then, I can come and tell you how it feels, hahaha..."

"Li Muchen, are you angry now? Scared? Helpless? Hahaha..."

Ni Huaiqi was dancing and smiling.

Suddenly, light appeared on the wall in front of him.

To be precise, it's black light.

A sword energy came out through the wall.

The thick wall was divided into two halves.

Then, he saw Li Muchen helping Lang Yuwen walk out.

At that moment, Ni Huaiqi fell into despair.

The black light flashed again.

Ni Huaiqi's body, like the wall, split into two halves.