When entering Mujia Village, some people gathered inside, and many off-road vehicles blocked the road. When Jiang Xiu was about to pass, he was stopped by those people, "Who are you? What are you doing in my Mujia Village?" ?”
Jiang Xiu said: "Tell Mu Jianping that there is a visitor from the imperial capital."
The four families in North China were oppressed by the Ji family, and Mu Jianping came to his rescue. Wang Xintong thought it was just a trivial matter and didn't take it too seriously. This time she came over and mentioned that Jiang Xiu needed someone to rescue Xie Ting, so she helped North China by the way. Four handfuls.
The man said: "You're from the Imperial Capital? Boy, you have nothing to do here, so go back as soon as possible."
Hearing this, Lin Mi covered her mouth and secretly had fun, watching you pull her like 28,500,000 yuan, people don't care about you at all, just go and have fun wherever you want, and you dare to call Mr. Mu by his first name.
Jiang Xiu said: "Go and report it quickly. You can't afford to delay things."
The king of hell is easy to find, but the devil is hard to mess with.
The man laughed loudly: "Listen to this tone, you must be here to help the four North China families solve the Ji family's problem. You are not needed. What's more, you can't help. I, the young sword master of Xishu Sword Palace, is here. , still need you?"
Lin Mi's expression changed drastically: "Xishu Sword Palace, is it from the Si Wuxie lineage?"
The man said proudly: "Exactly!"
It turns out that this person is not a descendant of the Mu family. No wonder he has such a bad attitude and arrogant attitude. Si Wuxie, the myth of surviving the atomic bomb during World War II, the Mu family turned out to beg them.
After Mu Jianping met with Beijing many times without success, he had no choice but to go to Xishu. He really didn't expect that just now Xishu Mountain came to recognize him, and it was the Master of the Young Sword.
"If you know what's going on, hurry up and go down the mountain!"
Jiang Xiu said, "What if I don't leave?"
Lin Mi's face changed slightly. This boy is really bad-tempered. He will argue with whoever he sees. When I met him in Dongzhou, I already felt that he was very ignorant of practical matters. It's good that he actually dared to fight with people from Xishu Sword Palace. On top of that, do you know who is standing behind the Xishu Sword Palace? That person is Si Wuxie, a myth of the Chinese nation.
He stretched out his hand and pulled him: "Stop making trouble and leave quickly. You are not the one to offend the people in Xishu Sword Palace. Be careful and you will lose your life."
Jiang Xiu said: "They are just like local chickens and tile dogs."
"Drink, you have such a strong tone. Do you want to go against my Xishu Sword Palace?" The man's face turned cold. He was about thirty years old and not tall, but his body was very strong. Suddenly, his palm turned into a sword finger and stabbed straight. Come.
Lin Mi felt a cry in her heart. This kid really has no lower limit for seeking death. He is a brave and brainless man who dares to offend anyone. If his aunt's family returns to the Lin family, there is no telling what kind of trouble he will cause to the Lin family. Enemy.
But now, she had no choice but to open her eyes wide and want to see how much Jiang Xiu's strength was. Last time, the small place in Dongzhou couldn't reflect his strength at all.
Snapped!
Jiang Xiu stayed still and slapped him with his backhand, missing the man's sword finger. Like a phantom hand, he slapped the man's face firmly with a snap.
"court death!"
Jiang Xiu had already become a god. The slap he took out was really astonishing. It was like thunder exploding, roaring to the heaven and earth. The man's whole body flew out, and the glass that hit the car window shattered and fell hard. He fell down and fell to the ground.
One move, instant hit!
Lin Mi almost dropped his pointed chin to the ground. Come on, the homesick kid from Xishu Sword Palace is so useless
"Asshole, you dare to hit Young Master Jing?"
"Do you want to die? Do you know who Mr. Jing is?"
The group of people behind him were all handsome men and beauties, and there were various bodyguards behind them. When they saw Young Master Jing being beaten, they all rushed forward angrily.
Bang bang bang!
Jiang Xiu rushed forward and saw figures flying up, and then threw themselves onto the street one after another. His attack was quite successful, either his hands or feet were severed, and he was wailing all over the place.
Only then did they realize that Jiang Xiu was not easy to mess with.
"Your Excellency, Your Excellency..."
The host Mu family members who were standing aside ran out. One of them said: "Since everyone is here to help, it was just a quarrel. There is no need to hurt the peace."
"I haven't asked this gentleman yet..."
Jiang Xiuxin said that since the Mu family had already found someone else, he didn't want to make a fuss by going in again, and asked instead, "Do you know how to get away from the Ji family?"
The Mu family was shocked: "You want to go to the Ji family?"
Jiang Xiu said: "I am only here for the Ji family. I ask you again, do you know where the Ji family is?"
The man nodded dully.
Jiang Xiu said: "Okay, lead the way!"
He hated the Ji family deeply. Although there would be unpredictable dangers in taking Jiang Xiu there this time, after thinking for a while, he still nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take you there."
"However, the journey is a bit long, and there is no place to eat along the way. Let's prepare some dry food."
In Mujia Village.
Mu Jianping and three other families in North China looked at the young man in front of him who was dressed in white as snow. Beside him was a maid holding a sword who was also elegant and refined.
"Young Master, Young Sword Master..."
Si Wuxie had been away from the world for many years. Mu Jianping never expected that he would really help and even sent the Young Sword Master. It was a great surprise.
The cheongsam woman said: "This person must be the Shao Jianzhu of Xishu Sword Palace. It is said that his status is extremely respected in the black and white circles in Xishu, Yunnan, Guizhou and other places. He is known as the first person of the younger generation in Sichuan and Yunnan. The consortium all followed his lead and created Thirteen Swords. One of the swords was even the son of Fengjiang of Western Shu, and the other was a famous young man in the imperial capital."
The old man with withered hair next to him was shocked when he heard this.
"It can't really be him!"
Everyone present looked at the young sword master with a different look. Everyone in the world knew that Si Wuxie's unparalleled legend and prestige covered East Asia, North Korea, Japan, Xiangjiang, Treasure Island, and even the Chinese in Southeast Asia. Everyone in the circle highly respects it. Although it has not appeared for sixty years, the name of the West Shu Sword Palace is like a long sword hanging in the sky in the land of West Shu, shocking everyone.
"We, the Mu family, the Kong family, the Mei family, the Zhang family... pay homage to the young sword master of the Xishu Sword Palace!" The four heads of the family saluted immediately after learning the identity of the visitor.
The head of the family all saluted, and the surrounding Feng Lie disciples even dared not stand and saluted one after another.
"Meet the Young Sword Master of the Spanish Sword Palace!"
Everyone was horrified, he was really a big shot, he was really incredible.
The Young Sword Master walked slowly, with a calm and indifferent expression on his face, as if he had long been accustomed to such a scene. He walked all the way to the four major families, shook his clothes, and took his seat calmly, as if a king was coming.
"Mu Jianping, are your four families willing to submit to our Xishu Sword Palace?"
The four members of Mu Jianping's family exchanged glances with each other. Those who were plundered by the Ji family would have to die three times a day. If this continues, everyone will soon die. If they seek refuge in the Xishu Sword Palace, the Sword Palace will definitely replace them. They came forward, and Jian Gong gathered the land of the four of them. Of course, they took a fancy to the underground forces in North China Province, and naturally they would not let the Ji family dominate this land again.
Everyone has nothing to hesitate about.
"I'm willing!"
Regarding this answer, the Young Sword Master had already guessed it, but there was still no expression on his face. "The Ji family is in such a situation now. After the death of Ji Wudao and Zhu Dingsheng, they still dare to jump around to see if I can kill him."
Mu Jianping said helplessly: "There are still demigods!"
"I'm afraid that the Young Sword Master will suffer a loss if he goes to the Ji family alone."
The Young Sword Master laughed loudly: "Am I not a demigod?"
Hey, everyone in the audience was shocked when these words came out. This young sword master looked like he was only in his twenties, but he was actually a demigod. This made all of them, who have been practicing for a lifetime, not to be ashamed or shocked.
My mind immediately thought of another young genius, Jiang Luoluo, the one who washed the sky with nine mysteries and had a thousand years of work.
Could it be that another river rises slowly as it falls
Today, the country of China is booming, and with such good fortune, geniuses are bound to emerge.
"It's all up to the Young Sword Master to decide!"
Mu Jianping was still a little embarrassed. He said: "Young Sword Master, because our four families cannot stand the persecution of the Ji family, we went to the imperial capital earlier to ask for a meeting with Mr. Jiang. If we want to deal with the Ji family, do we have to talk to Mr. Jiang?" …”
The Young Sword Master said: "Although Jiang Luoxia killed Ji Wudao, it was a fair fight between demigods. After that, he didn't go to the Ji family and didn't care about your life or death. So don't blame me, Sword Palace, for intervening. Besides, wouldn’t Jiang Luoxia dare to sell the face of my homesick ancestor?"
But at this moment, a man ran in like a pissed person, "Young Master Swordsman, it's not good, Young Master Jing has someone beat him up."
The young sword master's face changed greatly: "Who dares to touch my people?"
The faces of Mu Jianping and others also became extremely ugly. This was their territory, and whoever dared to touch the Young Sword Master's people would be really worried about some blind disciple living in their own home.