Zhinan hadn't felt this way for a long time, since he had achieved his Jiuyang Divine Skill and appeared above the rivers and lakes, where had there been a few people who made him so embarrassed?

Naturally, there is no need to say much about the old monsters in the original book, he knows that in addition to those people in Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang, he has also fought with an old naughty boy Zhou Botong. The old urchin Zhou Botong had no intention of taking his life at that time, so he just injured him and left directly.

In addition to the old naughty boy Zhou Botong, Mu Xiaojiu was the first, and not only the first person to beat him to vomit blood, but also the first player to beat him to vomit blood.

Zhinan's face had turned the color of pig liver.

And the cold man in black, who had been waiting on the side and had never relaxed at all, couldn't help but take half a step back, and his face twitched twice. He finally understood that Mu Xiaojiu was able to become the first person on the list, which was definitely worthy of his reputation.

Of course, at the same time, he was also very impressed by the power of Jiuyang Divine Skill. It was him, and he asked himself that it was absolutely impossible for him to block Mu Xiaojiu's two punches. Whether it's speed or power, he can't stop it.

Even if you don't die, you will definitely be beaten to half-crippled and seriously injured.

However, under such two punches that were terrifying, Zhinan was only bloodshot from the corners of his mouth, and he could even stand up from the ground. Isn't this ability terrifying?

Previously, Dian Annan always felt that the so-called Billboard was actually nothing more than Erer. With his strength, it is not difficult to get on the list. However, what he saw today made Dian Annan have a lot of doubts about his strength. Does he really have enough strength to be on the list? Or is he still far from it?

No one would answer his question, and no one would even pay attention to him, because, this time, Zhinan took the initiative to rush towards Mu Xiaojiu. He held the swarthy short stick in one hand and struck it directly on Mu Xiaojiu's left shoulder.

Mu Xiaojiu narrowed his eyes, his right hand turned into a goshawk claw that fell from the sky, leaned forward, and grabbed the short stick that Zhinan struck over. Zhinan's face turned pale, and he was about to move, but he found that the short stick had been grabbed by Mu Xiaojiu.

"Although Jiuyang's magic skills are powerful, it is not enough to be the king and dominate in this game."

As Mu Xiaojiu's words fell, Zhinan suddenly felt a huge force coming from the short stick, and pulled him involuntarily and took two steps forward.

"Especially, you haven't practiced the Jiuyang Divine Skill to the fullest!"

A fist, unremarkable, slender, white and slender five fingers clenched together so casually. It seems that this fist does not look like a martial artist, but more like a scholar's.

However, it was this fist that easily did what many people wanted to do but couldn't, that is, what Zhinan was completely powerless to resist, fell on his chest, and then, spit out!

Zhinan instantly became a kite with a broken string, and flew backwards and hit the pillar again. However, Mu Xiaojiu hadn't stopped yet, and he didn't let Zhinan go because Zhinan had lost his ability to resist, because of him, the murderous intent had risen.

Zhinan's body flew out weakly, but Mu Xiaojiu got up to follow.

The next moment, Zhinan's body hit the pillar, and a mouthful of blood rushed up directly through his body, through his throat, and then gushing out of his mouth. The pillar also let out a roar because of the heavy blow, and the pillar was directly covered with lines.

However, Mu Xiaojiu followed.

Therefore, Zhinan's body just bounced up, and before he could fall to the ground heavily, Mu Xiaojiu's fist had already followed up again.

Chest! This is Mu Xiaojiu's goal!

I saw that Mu Xiaojiu's white, slender and slender right fist was smashed out in an instant, like a thunderbolt falling in anger above the Nine Heavens, wrapped in the momentum of Wanjun, and a punch hit Zhinan's chest. If it weren't for the spontaneous body protection of Jiuyang Divine Skill, I was afraid that Zhinan would be directly pierced through his entire chest by Mu Xiaojiu's punch. Even so, at this moment, the ribs on Zhinan's chest were already broken and broken, and even his internal organs were extremely damaged.

"Boom!" With a thud, the countless pores around Zhinan's body suddenly spurted blood at the same time, and the clothes on his upper body exploded because of this. Pillar? The pillar full of cracks had been directly knocked down by Zhinan at this time.

Zhinan, there is only one breath left.

Mu Xiaojiu stood there, looked at Zhinan coldly, and then took the first step.

Hu Xiaoxian pursed her lips, although the scene in front of her was terrifying, but in the eyes of Hu Xiaoxian, it made her heart a little indescribably moved. Because she knew that the reason why Mu Xiaojiu had such a big reaction was actually entirely because of Zhinan's contempt and disrespect for herself in his words.

The second step fell, and the red-clothed knife slipped from Mu Xiaojiu's sleeve.

Mu Duan looked at his son-in-law, and suddenly felt a little emotion in his heart. Is this person in front of him really the Mu Xiaojiu who had some difficulty dealing with the five of them in the past?

In the third step, the distance between Mu Xiaojiu and Zhinan is already very close.

Li Xiaobai looked at Mu Xiaojiu in a daze, only feeling that he really didn't admit the wrong master.

In the last step, Mu Xiaojiu raised his hand and dragged the dead dog-like Zhinan up from the ground.

Dian Annan couldn't maintain that cold appearance anymore, he swallowed a mouthful of spit, and there was only fear in his gaze when he looked at Mu Xiaojiu, and there was even a trace of fear. The person in front of me is terrible, it's terrible. Jiuyang Divine Skill, that is Jiuyang Divine Skill! Zhinan, who had Jiuyang Divine Skill, was defeated by Mu Xiaojiu's hands so easily?

At this moment, in the eyes of Dian Annan, Mu Xiaojiu is like Shura.

However, at this moment, outside the door of this inn, a somewhat old, but somewhat shrill, and domineering voice suddenly came.

"Mu Xiaojiu, I haven't seen you for a long time, I can't imagine that your martial arts have reached this point."

Mu Xiaojiu's body trembled, and when he turned around, he saw that the door of the inn was abruptly pushed open, and then, an old man dressed in a purple costume and empty-handed, walked in.

It may be wrong to say that he is an old man. Although this man's beard and hair are all white, he can be called a crane-haired childish face, and his skin is so tight that there is not even a trace of wrinkles.

Mu Xiaojiu looked at this person, but his eyelids trembled twice, and then said: "It turned out to be Mr. Xiongba, I heard that you practiced the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, why do you have to pretend to stick your beard again?" ”