Starting from the control of Hongmeng, fishing for the heavens

Uncle Jiu shouted violently, brushed the mahogany sword with his fingertips, and the blade suddenly burst into crimson light, following his gestures, it swept out and sank into Master Ren's chest.

"Cuckoo!"

Master Ren let out a roar like a wild beast gnawing its prey, and slowly softened to ashes in front of the door of the living room.

"Well... finally died! It was really dangerous just now."

It wasn't until this time that the survivors in the hall came to their senses and found that their backs were soaked.

"Liu Yang, the mirror in your hand should be a magic weapon, right?"

Uncle Jiu asked Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai to clean up the mess on the ground while asking in a deep voice.

"Well, it was given by the elders of my teacher's school. It is called Qingguang Mirror, and it is a third-order magic weapon."

Liu Yang waved the mirror in his palm to show off.

"A third-order magic weapon, isn't that level equivalent to a third-order spiritual weapon? If it can be brought to Earth, it will be enough to buy a villa near the sea in the capital."

The eyes of hundreds of summoning spirits from Earth Star are full of envy.

Mu Bai wanted to laugh.

The grades of weapons include mortal weapons, spiritual weapons, holy weapons, fairy weapons...

A third-order magic weapon is equivalent to a third-order spiritual weapon. Because of different occupations and uses, it also leads to different names.

And the flying sword in Mu Bai's hand is a sacred weapon.

If the third-order spiritual weapon can be exchanged for a villa near the sea in the magic capital, then his holy weapon can be exchanged for at least a hundred or more.

Of course, sacred artifacts have a price but no market, and cannot be measured with secular money.

But what puzzled Mu Bai was that the noise and envy of everyone just now obviously exposed the suspicion of the background of everyone present.

At this point in his mind, Mu Bai looked at Uncle Jiu, but found that there was nothing unusual about his complexion, and he couldn't help but reveal a thoughtful look.

"By the way, Mr. Mu, Uncle Jiu has praised you many times just now. You are a contemporary sword fairy. Master Ren just came, why didn't you make a move?"

For the word 'Mr.', Liu Yang put a lot of emphasis on it.

This remark obviously meant to question Mu Bai's identity and ability, and it also caused many people to look sideways.

"If I make a move, how can you have a chance to show it?"

Mu Bai said with a half-smile: "But then again, a mere Master Ren who has just turned into a dead body is not even considered as a dead man. You have used the master's magic weapon, but you still can't surrender. In the end, you have to rely on Uncle Jiu , don't you feel ashamed?"

Liu Yang's face instantly became embarrassed.

"Also, it's not a skill to subdue the small ones. The big ones are already at the door. If you have the ability, you can even subdue the big ones. It's not too late to come and brag to me when the time comes."

Mu Bai said lightly.

"Mr. Mu, what do you mean to say that Mr. Ren has already arrived at the door of Ren's house?"

"Isn't it? The gate of Ren's mansion is at least several hundred meters away from the living room, and there is a corridor blocking it. Can this guy surnamed Mu see that far?"

Many people in the living room questioned.

Lian Ren Tiantian's reaction was exactly the same.

It's pitch black outside now, and it's raining heavily, if Mu Bai can still see every move hundreds of meters away, doesn't he have practiced clairvoyance?

"Qiusheng, Wencai, Mo Douxian is serving you!"

Regarding Mu Bai's deduction, Uncle Jiu believed it very much, and cast his eyes outside the door, revealing a trace of solemnity.

"Dengdengdeng..."

At this moment, the sound of strange footsteps beating came.

The sound was very heavy, like a giant hammer hitting the ground rhythmically, even the living room vibrated slightly.

"coming?"

"Just now, Master Ren has been surrendered by Uncle Nine and Liu Yang. When this old master comes, he will only die. You don't need to worry."

"Bah, haven't you heard what Uncle Jiu said just now? Old Master Ren drank the blood of his dearest relatives, and his level has at least reached the point of jumping stiff. Even if the warriors of the ninth rank of the innate are here, it is not easy to use. Everyone should be careful."

There was an uproar again at the scene.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Ren Tiantian thumped, and subconsciously took a few steps back. When she found that Mu Bai was still sitting upright, sipping tea, a look of anger appeared on her pretty face.

"Hey, in front of the enemy, everyone is in danger, and you still have time to drink tea?"

Ren Tiantian's wrist was inserted into Xiaoman's waist, puffing up like a little pepper.

"I'm only responsible for protecting you. I can't control the life and death of other people."

If it wasn't for the sake of Hongmeng's fishing rod, Mubai wouldn't bother to care about Ren Tiantian's life or death.

"Can you protect me?"

Ren Tiantian had a disbelieving expression on her face.

"If I can't protect you, there may be very few people in this zombie secret realm who can protect you."

Mu Bai has practiced so many immortal arts, and has Hongmeng Lamp and many holy artifacts, so he can be regarded as a cultivator.

One jumping stiffly, in his eyes, is really nothing.

Boom!

At the same time, there was a piercing sound of metal collapsing.

"It was the door of our Ren family, which was forcibly pushed open by brute force."

Ren Tiantian clenched her fists tightly, her palms already covered with fragrant sweat.

The Ren family is a big and respectable family in Renjia Town, the gate is made of steel, and it is easily overthrown now, which shows how powerful the old man Ren is.

Mubai was also quite curious in his heart, and raised his eyes to look.

In the endless darkness, a straight figure slowly appeared under everyone's eyelids.

This figure was wearing the official uniform of the previous Qing Dynasty in Mu Bai's memory, with flower feathers on top, but his face was not flattering.

The skin on the face was wrinkled like a rag, and there was a faint blue light in the dead ashes.