Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

But the so-called fame of the Qiao family is not that great, and it is more spread in Nanzhou. In this Zhongzhou imperial capital, it can only be regarded as ordinary, far from the level of Megatron imperial capital.

They may have heard some rumors about Qiao's family after dinner, but that's all.

Compared with the so-called Qiao family, Wan Ronghua, a local tycoon and rich man, made them more frightened and awed.

But Qiao Mu frowned.

government?

The power he offended was Dayan's imperial court, and this matter might have been framed by an official...

Besides, his head is still hanging on the wooden stake at Caishikou. It is a bit outrageous for him to trust Dayan's government to restore his innocence.

"Hero Hu, do you really care about the truth, or do you just want to be a hero in front of everyone? Do you want to send me to the court?" Qiao Mu said coldly:

"You also seem to have the reputation of being a knight-errant, so do you really believe that this government can tell right from wrong, so that I can be innocent?"

"Besides, whether I touched that woman just now depends on what she said. Who saw it? Today she can trap me, Qiao Shuanglin, and she can trap other people in the future."

"..." The hero Hu Han was at a loss for words for a moment, but then he took a closer look at the calm Qiao Mu, and said harshly:

"I've heard a little about your Qiao family name. Although you are old, you still have a martial arts foundation. Naturally, you are much better than ordinary people."

"With the speed of a martial artist, it's not impossible to belittle this little lady in the street without anyone noticing, right?"

Hu Han, the dragon claw hero, no longer argued, he gave a loud shout, took a step forward, and pressed his claws on Qiao Mu's shoulder.

It's just that this paw patted it, but Qiao Mu didn't move at all. He just looked at him indifferently, with an expression that seemed to say:

That's it?

On the contrary, it was Hu Han who blushed and couldn't move forward or retreat.

So he secretly used his internal strength to subdue this tree in one fell swoop.

Hu Han, the Dragon Claw, is also a well-known chivalrous figure in this Zhongzhou area. Although he has not set foot on the way of refining gods, he has already reached the limit of the fourth rank of strength training, and his strength is not bad.

But it’s okay to not move, as soon as I moved my inner strength, another thick inner strength burst out from Qiao Mu’s shoulders, hitting Hu Han backwards, staggering and retreating several steps, and fell down on his buttocks. On the road, he looked at the old man in front of him in surprise.

"An old man who is so old and his blood is declining, still has such deep inner strength?"

Hu Han vaguely sensed that he hit the iron plate today.

It's just that at this time, the countless eyes of passers-by around him looked like needles on their backs.

"Hero Hu Han, I heard that he is quite famous in Zhongzhou, isn't he?"

"Can't even handle this [-]-year-old man? Could it be acting?"

The surrounding words made him ashamed and indignant, so naturally it was impossible to bow his head here.

"You are an old man with good skills, but you are so confident, you think it's nothing more than relying on your good skills, no one can see your movements clearly..." Hu Han opened his eyes and shouted.

He lost face just now, knowing that he couldn't beat the old man in front of him.

Hu Han thought he could easily take down the old man, so he did it brazenly. Now that he can't force it, he doesn't want to bow his head and admit defeat, so he can only find other ways.

Fortunately, this is the imperial capital, not a place for warriors to show off their abilities. The size of a warrior's fist is actually not that important.

No matter how big it is, can it be bigger than the Yan court?Can it be bigger than the fairy gate?

Qiao Mu was calm. He stood still, spreading his hands, with a smile that was not a smile:

"So you have no evidence, it's just a pure guess, because that woman looks pitiful, so she is right and I am the villain?"

"Whoever advocates who will provide evidence, that woman can frame me with a single mouth and won't let me go, and you don't think it's a big deal to watch the fun, and you don't care about the truth at all, so you bully me, a [-]-year-old man?"

Qiao Mu had no taboos, and a map cannon scolded the surrounding crowd. Naturally, the surrounding people were excited and said anything.

"What proof, you frivolous little lady on the street, how else can you prove it?" There was a noisy voice in the crowd:

"Do you want that little lady to undress in public to see if you have pinched red on her butt?"

"...Is this not impossible? I think it is possible." A passer-by in the crowd's eyes lit up.

"You old man, you are so confident, nine out of ten you did that nasty thing!"

Qiao Mu shook his head and didn't speak any more.

He has already realized that it is impossible to exchange innocence with words.

This kind of thing is to wipe the crotch with mud, if it is not shit, it becomes shit, not to mention that this matter is probably not a coincidence, it is very likely that someone secretly framed it, so naturally it is impossible for the government to support justice...

"Perhaps the people behind the scenes framed me twice before and after, just to let me see it on purpose and to irritate me... If I really get angry with these passers-by, I will fall into the worst position." His eyes were slightly cold.

No matter whether he shot at these pedestrians blocking the way or escaped, he was afraid that his bad reputation would be confirmed.

He thought for a moment, then suddenly moved his hand.

There was a sound of sword clanging.

Qiao Mu drew his sword, and the three-foot green blade in his hand shone coldly, forcing the people around him to retreat a few steps, thinking that he had angered the old warrior and was about to splatter three feet of blood.

It's just that Qiao Mu didn't make a move. Instead, the long sword in his hand was placed across his neck, and he said boldly:

"I, Qiao Shuanglin, have a clear reputation all my life, how can I allow others to slander me?"

"Since you dare to bet on your fame, this old man also dares to bet on your own life."

"I want you to know that there is absolutely no one in my Qiao family who is greedy for life and fear of death, and seeks fame and fame."

"If you dare to slander my Qingyu, then this old man will risk his life to kill you in the vegetable market of the imperial capital, and then commit suicide to prove his innocence!"

"How, do you dare to bet with me?" The old man looked directly at the young woman, and an aura rose from his body, which made the young woman's lips murmur, and she was speechless for a moment, and did not dare to look at her.

The crowd was silent for a while, but soon there were some noises in the crowd:

"What kind of a man is a man who threatens a woman?"

"He was anxious. He was anxious. In order to gain a good reputation, he was willing to kill and then commit suicide to apologize. Who knows how many times he touched it just now? I'm afraid he would not dare to see the official, so he petitioned to die."

"If I knew this earlier, why did I do that nasty thing just now?"

Qiao Mu's gaze was as sharp as lightning, and he scanned the crowd one by one.

It's nothing more than once, but to instigate in the crowd again and again, is it true that he, an old man, is deaf, and can he tell who is causing trouble?

But even so, Qiao Mu still couldn't make a move right away... Once he made a move, he would gain a bad reputation.

Of course, "Qiao Shuanglin" can't take action now, which doesn't mean that the next senior Qiao family can't take revenge.

Qiao Mu has always been a very good person to his friends.

Those who force him to die and send him to his death will be regarded by him as his heartfelt confidants and friends, just like the friend with the surname Guo back then, who will always live in his heart.

"Hehe... This Qiao Shuanglin is strong and strong, but it's a pity that he wasted his life and died because of this mob."

At the entrance of the teahouse, Daoist disciple Daozhen sighed deeply.

Although he sighed, he didn't intend to stop it.

"Human life is like a mayfly, short and fragile, and only at the moment of death will it shine for a moment."

As a spectator, what he looks forward to most is the moment when mortals die.

Just at this time, a faint voice suddenly sounded in the ear.

"Brother Daozhen, you made it easy for me to find you for a while, did you deliberately hide from me, Senior Sister Daoxu...."

Chapter 158 Chapter 152

The sudden voice made Daozhen, who was originally sitting at the door of the teahouse, startled, and the hand that was about to raise his glass to his mouth froze.

Dao Xu?

He turned his gaze, and sure enough, he saw a female monk in a scarlet robe, looking at him with interest.

In appearance, the female monk is equivalent to the 28-year-old of ordinary people. Even if she is wrapped in a loose Taoist robe, it shows her mature and plump means.

Suddenly, something bad flashed in Dao's heart.

Although this Senior Sister Daoxu came from the same sect as him, they are all disciples of Elder Qing Yi, and she started her career a little earlier than him, but Daozhen was a latecomer, and once caught up with this Senior Sister in terms of immortal cultivation, so The other party has been secretly competing with him.

Dao is really lazy, if there is no request from the sect, he will not have the nature of fighting skills.On weekdays, in the name of enlightenment, he loves to wander around the imperial capital and observe mortals.

But this Daoxu is completely different from him, he is a cultivator with a personality like a fire.

The two sides do not say that the situation is like fire and water, but they often compete together.

Daozhen is not afraid of this senior sister.

Mainly because of the other party's temperament, if there is a quarrel, things will be difficult to deal with, and it will also disturb his interest in observing mortals.

"Senior Sister is here... Would you like a cup of tea?" Daozhen greeted with a smile, pretending to be calm:

"I just returned to this imperial capital yesterday, but I forgot to say hello to my senior sister. Today is a coincidence."

"is it?"

This female nun wearing a red Taoist robe was sitting generously opposite the Eight Immortals table, poured herself a pot of tea, and sipped it.

"The tea is over, can we start?" Dao Xu cut to the chase.

"Start... what?" Do-jin looked blank.

"Playing stupid in front of me, Senior Sister, is still a little tender." Daoxu smiled and said:

"Junior brother, I recently obtained a new magic weapon, and I want to compete with you again."

She stretched out her bare hand, and a light blue bead floated in the sky above her palm, spinning by itself.

As the bead rotated, a cold air gushed out vaguely.

Daozhen was originally drinking tea comfortably, but just as the teacup was raised to his lips, he put down the cup with a helpless look on his face.

The tea in the cup has been frozen into an ice cup in a short while.

"This object, named Xuanbing Bead, was purchased by me from fellow Daoists of the Longevity Sect. It is said that it was refined from the thousand-year-old Xuanbing collected from the extremely northern cold state. This object contains bone-chilling air. Prompting is not something that can be stopped by ordinary magic weapon." Daoxu said eloquently.

"Senior sister, this is the imperial capital, and it's Caishikou, so it's not suitable. How about we fight again tomorrow?" He could only suggest:

"The imperial capital is the important place of the Yan Dynasty, and it is also related to the incense of our sect. If things go wrong here, we will be punished by the sect."

"Oh, don't play tricks in front of me, use mortals as your shield?" Dao Xu sneered:

"If I stop here, you don't know where you will hide tomorrow."

"How could I act like this?" Daozhen spread his hands with an innocent face:

"Senior sister, tomorrow I will definitely be in this imperial capital, and I will not go out to hide."

"Then you plan to continue hiding at the entrance of the vegetable market in the imperial capital tomorrow, and let me play a trick on the rat, right?" Dao Xu had already seen through his junior brother's mind, and snorted coldly.

She didn't say much, and with a thought, the mysterious ice beads in her hands burst into light.

In an instant.

A icy mist spread rapidly, covering the surrounding area.

Daozhen's face changed slightly, a small golden bell unfolded in front of him, and a golden light unfolded immediately, covering his whole body in the shape of an egg.

But this icy mist continued to spread, and with the sound of crackling, a layer of solid ice formed on the table.

"This---" the waiter saw the commotion here and trotted over, but before the exclamation came out, the frost hung on his eyebrows, and the whole person was frozen into a human-shaped ice sculpture.

"A disaster caused by aliens... run away!" The other guests and shopkeepers of the tea house showed fear in their eyes and fled in panic.

"Senior Sister...you still have time to stop now." Daozhen looked bitter.

"My generation of immortal cultivators naturally cannot kill mortals indiscriminately if it is not necessary."

Ordinary people are also relatively important incense resources for the Nine Great Immortal Sects.

Therefore, generally speaking, the immortal sect will restrain the cultivators under the sect, and they must not kill indiscriminately if it is not necessary.

Killing innocent people indiscriminately may damage the reputation of the Immortal Sect, and at the same time, it is not conducive to the intake of incense by the Immortal Sect... But the rules of the Immortal Sect are naturally relative, not dead rules.

"This rule is not dead."

Daoxu took one hand, and the shop boy's corpse, which had been frozen into an ice sculpture, shattered into ice slag, and then was swept by the wind, and was taken into the storage bag by her in the air, without a trace.

"The fighting skills between the real great monks can bring disaster to a mortal city and devour hundreds of thousands of mortals. What are you and I making small fights?"

The destructive power of man-made disasters at the level of destroying cities mentioned by Daoxu is no less than that of natural disasters such as floods and earthquakes.

Compared with these, the fighting between the two monks was indeed very gentle.