The power of self-cultivation is in the interstellar

Kunzi kicked without reservation, and the feet that touched the wooden table were numb. According to his assumption, the square table that was kicked would be blown away by Kunzi's strength, but in fact, the table did not move at all.

He froze for a moment, and looked at the young man who was sitting peacefully, whose hand was pressing on the edge of the table.

Mu Xiu raised his eyes and looked over, his eyes were indifferent.

Kunzi was immediately terrified, and froze in place. At that moment, he was like an ant in front of the young man. He was in extreme danger of being crushed easily, and his legs almost gave way to his knees.

At this moment, his brothers had already gathered around, and Kunzi's courage grew instantly, and he even became angry at his embarrassing behavior just now. He shouted: "Your boy is really lucky. You didn't die like this. I don't know if this time, is it?" Is it so hard?"

"Whether it's hard or not, you'll know if you try it?" The other person grinned grinningly, clacking his knuckles.

Who made this kid ignorant and offend others?

Mu Xiu looked sideways and looked at a group of people with malicious intentions. Isn't this the group of people who died while taking advantage of others?

He didn't look for it, so he came to the door by himself.

Mu Xiu stood up, groped in his trouser pocket for a while, and when everyone thought he was about to pull out a hidden weapon, he took out a crumpled banknote and put it on the table.

Then smiled slightly, "It's not very convenient here, how about going outside to catch up on the old days?"

The other party's cooperation made them feel that there was a trap.

"Brother Wang, why do you think that Mu Xiu is a bit evil?" Kunzi asked in a low voice beside Brother Wang. People who live in chaotic places will have a beast-like intuition. Time is much scarier.

But looking at the young man with his chin raised slightly, his rebellious appearance seemed to be the same as before.

"With so many of us, why are you still afraid of his little bastard?" Brother Wang looked fierce, and motioned for his brothers to surround him to prevent him from escaping.

Mu Xiu cooperated very well, and soon left the noodle shop surrounded by a group of people with unkind faces.

When I met some people on the road, I avoided them far away for fear of getting into trouble.

Before long, they came to a secluded place.

A group of people looked at Mu Xiu maliciously.

The leader, Brother Wang, laughed grimly and said, "Brat, if you want to blame, I'll blame you for offending someone, but don't blame the brothers for being merciless!"

"Brothers, come on!"

Mu Xiu stood where he was, watching the people on the opposite side rushing towards him, holding curlers, sticks and other weapons in their hands.

Mu Xiu turned sideways, and in a blink of an eye stood on the right side of the person in front, grabbed the wrist of the other person, and twisted it hard, only heard a click, the iron rod in the person's hand fell, and immediately howled.

Mu Xiu's face was cold, and he kicked the opponent's lower abdomen without hesitation. The man bent over and flew more than ten meters away in the air. After landing, he rolled several times on the ground, struggled with his hands and feet, and then stopped moving.

Mu Xiu basically solved one of the three moves. In less than a minute, they all fell to the ground. Except for one or two who were still conscious, the others all fell to the ground and passed out.

But even if a person is still conscious, he can't wait to pass out.

Mu Xiu walked up to the man named Brother Wang, still playing with a scroll knife that he had snatched from them.

This place doesn't take human life seriously at all, and the strong prey on the weak. The people who live here all the year round basically don't have any sense of right and wrong, not to mention that Mu Xiu came from the more brutal world of cultivation.

So he created these people the wounds that were inflicted on him, as revenge for the original body, if they are sent to the hospital in time, they can be saved, and whether they can survive depends on their luck.

Mu Xiu threw the scroll knife aside, turned and left.

He wanted to go back, but after a moment of hesitation, he turned into a small path and walked in another direction.

In the abandoned villas away from the street, the night is getting darker, and the scattered street lamps are even more gloomy, and the villas that are darker than the night leave only afterimages, like ghosts and ghosts.

There is no lively hustle and bustle here, but it is quiet and treacherous, not even a sound of human beings and dogs barking. If it is an ordinary person, his hands and feet will tremble with fright and his spirit will be tense.

Mu Xiu, on the other hand, shuttled through the broken path among the villas without changing his expression, then followed his memory to a villa, and then stopped, at this time the mottled iron gate was ajar.

Mu Xiu pushed open the door and walked in with a hoarse creaking sound.

Under a low wattage lamp in front of the house, there was a dilapidated recliner chair, on which lay a sturdy middle-aged man, with a scruffy beard covering most of his face.

"Uncle." Mu Xiu approached, this uncle seemed to know that he was coming, did he wait here on purpose?

"Hey! The kid is still alive?" The uncle raised his eyelids, yawned, ground his teeth nonchalantly, tilted his head slightly and continued to close his eyes.

This uncle is the one who has been leading himself in the underground boxing. No one knows his name, but anyone who knows him will politely call Dong Ge. The reason why Mu Xiu can get along well in this place Yes, it's all about this guy.

Speaking of which, Mu Xiu was still half of this person's apprentice. Although the uncle didn't teach him specifically, he often sparred with each other. Mu Xiu learned a lot in the process.

"Uncle, thank you." Mu Xiu said sincerely, he made this trip specially to express his thanks.

Although I don't know how much the uncle knows about Mu Xiu, but Mu Xiu knows that after Mu Xiu escaped from the siege and passed out last time, it was the uncle who sent him to the hospital. Otherwise, he might have lost too much blood and died, right?

As soon as the words fell, the uncle suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharp eyes swept straight at him.Mu Xiu's heart shuddered, was something wrong discovered?

He looked up and down a few times, and then jumped up, sweeping towards Mu Xiu with raging fist wind.

Mu Xiu subconsciously dodged, defended, and resolved his subsequent offensive.

Fight as usual, but he no longer has Mu Xiu's desperate aura, and Mu Xiu, who is not proficient in the moves he used to know when he was Mu Xiu, is not easy to expose too many different skills from his original body. The uncle attacked and defended mercilessly.

Not long after, the uncle stopped, looked at the boy kicked aside by him, and said in a flat tone, "I'm already awake."

If you look carefully, you can find a touch of joy in the tone.

Mu Xiu put away his defensive stance, "At any rate, I walked through the gate of hell, and suddenly thought about something."

So he is already sober, and now Mu Xiu no longer has the usual hostility, his eyes are no longer lifeless, and fighting is no longer a desperate way... That Mu Xiu is no longer there.

"If you continue to look dead like before, I will personally kill you!" the uncle said ruthlessly, his slightly curly beard covering the corner of his mouth with a smile.

"Understood, uncle." Mu Xiu heaved a sigh of relief, and finally got away with it.

"Hahaha..." The uncle looked up to the sky and laughed heartily, with his beard trembling, "I am happy today, let's go! I'm going to drink with me, those boys brought a few bottles of good wine two days ago."

Grabbing Mu Xiu's shoulders, the uncle walked into the room with his eyes narrowed.

"Uncle, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient!" Mu Xiu's eyes lit up when he heard that there was wine.

The uncle smiled and went to the cabinet to find a few bottles of wine, and handed them to Mu Xiu.

The two walked to the hall with five or six bottles each and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Uncorking the cork, the two held up the bottle and touched it in the air, "Damn it!" They poured it boldly from the mouth of the bottle.

Maybe it's because the weather is good tonight, and the hazy yellow full moon is exposed from the dark clouds. Although the moonlight is not obvious, it also adds a bright color to the night sky.

In the dilapidated and slightly gloomy house, one big and one young were lying carelessly on the floor of the hall, with more than twenty empty wine bottles beside them.

With his hands resting on the back of his head, Mu Xiu looked at the moonlight through the skylight, squinting his eyes as if in deep thought.

"Uncle, I have decided not to go to the underground boxing arena anymore." The big man tilted his head and crawled without any response, but Mu Xiu knew that he was neither asleep nor drunk, so he continued, "I will bid farewell to the past and start a new life ..."

In order to survive, the original body hangs out in the underground boxing arena, and it was also in that place that he offended someone, that's why he was assassinated.

Mu Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he said gratefully, "Thank you for taking care of me over the past two years, I always knew that if you didn't take care of me silently, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to survive here.

I don't know why you are so kind to me, but I am very grateful that you guide me in your own way and don't let me go deeper and deeper when I am hopeless about life and give up. "

"The me in the past is dead, and the me who lives in the future is a brand new me."

Mu Xiu expressed the gratitude that the original body had always buried in his heart. The underground boxing arena was the means of earning a living for the original body. Now that he decided to quit, it meant that he would leave this place sooner or later.

He said these words, also means farewell.

"Uncle, although your body is very strong now, you should pay more attention to it. Remember to refrain from smoking and drinking, and don't go out to eat because you are afraid of the cold in winter..."

"I'm going back, uncle." Mu Xiu half sat up, put one hand on the ground, stood up slowly, then turned and walked out the door.

"Good night, uncle."

The moment he stepped out of the door, the uncle murmured: "If you dare to go in the future, I will call on my brother to kill you."

Mu Xiu smiled dumbly, closed the door and left.