Chapter 134 Riding Alone to Save the Lord

Ma Wu's dance hall opened, Chu Huaiyuan came to congratulate him, Li Banfeng stood in the corner of the dance hall, quietly looking at the appearance of the second Miss Chu.

Deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, slightly big mouth, slightly thick red lips, round face, no edges and corners.

The skin color cannot be judged because the makeup on her face is too thick, the eyes are elusive, and the thick eye shadow makes her look full of charm.

The dance began, accompanied by the rhythm of waltz, the guests brought dancers and danced one after another.

This waltz was played just to set off the atmosphere. Most of the guests who came here were villagers from Lanyang Village, and few of them could dance.

The dancers were also hired by the village. They were trained intensively for two days. It was impossible for them to learn waltz. Everyone was just making a living, and they hugged each other and danced blindly. Others didn't take it seriously, but the second Miss Chu's scalp was numb.

The lady of the family couldn't stand this.

"Fifth Master, this place is really not suitable for you."

Ma Wu smiled slightly and said nothing.

Chu Huaiyuan stretched out her hand and said, "Dance with me."

A man should not refuse a lady's invitation.

But Ma Wu did not want to dance with Chu Huaiyuan. He did not want to have any contact with Chu Huaiyuan.

He was afraid.

He heard about Liu Changyu.

The news that Miss Chu Er beat the bandits had been reported in the newspaper.

Liu Changyu's face was soaked in a wine bottle by Miss Chu Er as a trophy.

"I'm sorry, Miss Er, my leg is injured." Ma Wu touched his cheek and did not want to dance with Chu Er anyway.

Chu Er raised his red lips and said, "When I saw you greet the guests just now, you walked very fast."

Ma Wu explained, "I was just holding on. My right leg has been injured for several days and it is swollen. I really can't dance."

Chu Er did not force himself and cast his eyes on Li Banfeng.

As a third-level house cultivator, almost no one present could notice Li Banfeng.

But in the big branch, Wen Hongyan reminded Chu Er that she felt that the identity of this man in a top hat was somewhat special, and even Ma Wu cared about him very much.

Chu Huaiyuan came to Li Banfeng with a smile on her face: "Sir, can I ask you to dance?"

Li Banfeng shook his head slightly and said: "I can't dance."

"Dancing is very simple, I will teach you."

Li Banfeng smiled deeply and rejected Chu Er's invitation again.

After teaching me to dance, she said that I took advantage of her and then charged me for oil and water.

Do you think I will be fooled? I have suffered this loss!

Chu Er couldn't stand it.

In this nondescript dance floor, she was rejected twice in a row, but where could she put her face?

Chu Huaiyuan didn't allow any explanation and pulled Li Banfeng into the dance floor.

Why is this woman so domineering?

If it weren't for the special day today, Li Banfeng would really turn against her. He couldn't stand the blackmail of others.

But for a good opening, there must be a good start. Li Banfeng suppressed his anger, but he would never give any money.

In fact, he learned some dance steps at the Xianle Dance Hall, and with the solid steps of Lv Xiu, he danced quite well.

Following the rhythm of the dance music, Chu Er turned around and walked in front of the photographer.

Oh no, the photographer wants to take pictures!

Why did Chu Er bring a photographer with him?

In the current situation, taking pictures is one of the things that Li Banfeng is taboo about.

Li Banfeng suddenly lowered his head, his wrist slid down, and pinched Chu Er's waist hard.

The photographer failed to press the shutter, and this scene was a bit inappropriate.

Chu Er exclaimed: "You are so bold!"

Li Banfeng said calmly: "Anyway, you have to collect money, so grab the money first."

Chu Er was puzzled: "What money?"

Li Banfeng smiled deeply, under the shadow of the brim of his hat, his eyes were slightly murderous.

Chu Er was not afraid of this murderous aura. She turned around and brought Li Banfeng to the photographer again.

Li Banfeng was not polite and twisted Chu Er's peach into a twist.

The picture was indecent, and the photographer failed to take the photo.

The full-body photo could not be taken. The photographer wanted to take a half-body photo. Li Banfeng turned around and left the photographer's lens range.

Chu Er looked surprised. It seemed that the twist just now tasted good. She wanted Li Banfeng to twist it again. Then she took Li Banfeng to get closer to the photographer.

Li Banfeng took Chu Er to turn around and bumped into the photographer directly. The photographer could not avoid it in time. The camera fell to the ground and broke. All the film inside ran away.

Chu Er was angry and took Li Banfeng to hit the record player.

The record player was very expensive and could not be damaged. Li Banfeng changed direction in the middle of the way and let Chu Er hit the pillar in the hall.

This time the collision was not light. Chu Er staggered and almost fell.

Yang Yanzheng frowned, and Wen Hongyan licked her arm, ready to take action at any time.

Li Banfeng sensed the danger, and the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger.

Chu Er signaled others not to act rashly, and the two continued to dance in the middle of the dance floor.

Ma Wu was worried about Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng was also sweating.

Chu Er's nails suddenly became longer, scratched his clothes, and dug into Li Banfeng's flesh.

Li Banfeng made another big turn and knocked Chu Er against the pillar again.

The two moved very quickly, and most people could not notice it. They only felt that the pillars were banging from time to time.

After the dance, Chu Er's body was covered with bruises, and Li Banfeng's back was covered with blood.

The two saluted and returned to their seats.

Wen Hongyan asked: "Miss, do you want to kill that guy?"

Chu Er rubbed the bruise on his shoulder: "It's just a dance, it's so enjoyable, don't worry about it."

Li Banfeng drank a glass of wine, then stood up and left the dance floor.

This evil woman is not only cruel, but also poisoned.

Li Banfeng felt a tingling sensation on his back and hurried back to his residence.

He took off his clothes in the house and was about to let his wife heal his wounds, but she suddenly roared: "Hey, madman, where did the scratches on your back come from?"

Li Banfeng explained: "I was scratched by a woman."

"Huh! You admit it now! This woman scratched so deeply, it seems that you have worked hard!"

Li Banfeng pointed to his back: "I'm poisoned."

"You still use poison? Can you play such a trick?"

Li Banfeng picked up his clothes and said: "My clothes are also scratched."

"My clothes are torn..."

Clang clang clang~

The record player calmed down a little, spewing out a cloud of steam, rubbing against Li Banfeng's back.

If the clothes were not torn, but only Li Banfeng was torn, this matter would be serious.

Now the clothes and Li Banfeng were torn, proving that Li Banfeng was at least wearing clothes at that time.

Under the steam fumigation, Li Banfeng sweated all over. When the sweat evaporated and the numbness and itching disappeared, the poison was completely eliminated.

Li Banfeng lay on the bed, and the wound on his back quickly scabbed. The house repair's recovery ability in the house was amazing.

The steam continued to caress his back, and the record player sang softly: "That evil woman is so cruel, hand her over to the little slave to deal with, and the little slave will avenge the husband."

Li Banfeng snorted coldly: "Do you want revenge or do you want to eat?"

"Huff~ The little slave loves the husband so much, how can the husband say something sarcastic."

The record player felt very aggrieved, and used steam to lift Li Banfeng's clothes and sewed them carefully.

Click!

It integrates the function of the sewing record player, and the needle of the lady can be threaded, and the speed of sewing is very fast.

After the clothes were sewn, the wife asked, "By the way, that evil woman should be a person, right?"

"Of course it's a person, why do you ask that, wife?"

"Hey~ The golden eyes can distinguish yin and yang, and the nose is exquisite. I think my husband was dazzled by that woman today, but he forgot the skills. There is a smell of incense on him."

"Really?"

Li Banfeng picked up the clothes and smelled them. The clothes were extremely fragrant with powder, but after careful identification, there was indeed a smell of incense.

How could he ignore this smell?

This is not Li Banfeng's carelessness. In the dance hall, the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and powder was too mixed and too heavy, covering up the smell of incense. Li Banfeng really couldn't distinguish it.

Is Chu Er a ghost?

It shouldn't be.

Li Banfeng has been on guard against Chu Er. If she is a ghost, Li Banfeng can at least see the ghost fire.

……

The dance party is coming to an end. Chu Er got up to say goodbye. Ma Wu prepared a carriage to send her to the village entrance, and then returned to the dance hall to calculate today's expenses.

Seeing Chu Er and others' carriages going away, Liu Liangyi appeared at the entrance of the village.

He held a stick of incense in his hand, and the smoke curled up and flew all the way to Mengchun Garden.

In the dance hall, Ma Wu was counting the accounts. On the first day of opening, all the guests were invited, and the expenses were not small.

When he got to the critical point, he suddenly heard a famous dancer exclaimed: "What are you doing? Don't you look at the road?"

Following the sound, a man walked into the dance hall and knocked the dancer off balance.

The man was wearing a Ma Gua, a round felt hat, and a scarf on his face, so his appearance could not be seen clearly.

Xiaochuan stepped forward to help the dancer up and said to the man: "We are closed, wait until tomorrow to come and dance."

The man walked straight forward without saying a word.

Xiaochuan frowned and said: "Don't you understand what I say? We are closed!"

The man suddenly drew his sword and chopped at Xiaochuan.

Xiaochuan was a repairman, and he had not yet reached a higher level, so he did not react for a while.

Ma Wu took the lead, pushed Xiaochuan away, dodged the knife, and kicked the man.

Crack!

The man seemed to have broken bones.

But this did not affect his offensive at all, and he raised his knife and chopped at Ma Wu again.

Ma Wu dodged calmly, and others wanted to come up to help, but were stopped by Ma Wu.

The opponent's attack was not too fast, but his body was extremely strong. He should be a low-level physical cultivator.

Such a person is probably just a rogue. Just beat him up and it's over. There is no need to ruin the good luck for him, and he can't let his men get hurt.

He glanced at the man, intending to subdue him with the skill of confusion.

The man had no reaction and chopped Ma Wu with a knife after a knife.

Can he defend against the skill of confusion?

Is this man at a level?

Good luck, Ma Wu really doesn't want to see blood.

But this opponent is obviously not to be underestimated.

Ma Wu pulled out the dagger behind him and wanted to cut off the man's arm.

Crack!

The arm was removed, and the man didn't bleed.

Looking at the cut on his shoulder, Ma Wu frowned.

The cut was hollow, and the bamboo skeleton inside could be seen.

This is a paper man!

He first thought of Liu Liangyi, the owner of Liu's Paper Horse Shop.

Liu Liangyi was a fourth-level nightmare cultivator, and this paper man was his famous magic.

He came to seek revenge!

Xiao Chuanzi also saw that it was a paper man, took out a box of matches and shouted: "Master, get out of the way, I'm going to burn him!"

"Don't mess around!" Ma Wu stopped Xiao Chuanzi.

Set him on fire?

Paper men don't feel pain, but will rush at people with fire.

Ma Wu swung his short sword and chopped the paper man into pieces. A gust of cold wind suddenly blew outside the window, and all the candles in the room went out.

"Quickly leave!" Ma Wu ordered and immediately left the dance floor. He walked to the door and found that he could not get out.

There were hundreds of people standing densely at the door, and people were rushing over from the wilderness one after another.

The dance floor was surrounded.

Even Ma Wu couldn't rush out, let alone those uncultivated guys and dancers.

After cutting down the two paper figures, Ma Wu returned to the dance hall and called two guys to hold the door open.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There were constant knocks on the door, and Ma Wu was trying to think of a way to deal with it.

These paper figures are probably controlled by Liu Liangyi's ghost servants.

Ghost servants are dead souls, and Huanxiu's high-level techniques can restrain them.

But Ma Wu's level is not enough. Unless he has magic weapons or spiritual objects, he can't touch the dead souls at all. This is the most difficult thing for Nightmare Cultivators to deal with.

It would be nice if I had that leather jacket.

When Ma Wu was kicked out of the house, his fur coat was taken back. With that fur coat, he wouldn't be picking up food in the garbage dump, and he could make a lot of money by doing some ghost exorcism.

Now that I don’t have any magic weapon, what else can I use to deal with the ghost servant?

Filth!

Ma Wu remembered that it was written in the book that the souls of the dead hate filth and can resist it for a while.

"Spit, spit! Spit at the door!"

A dozen guys and more than twenty dancers spat at the door, and the banging on the door gradually subsided.

Seems to work.

Ma Wu was overjoyed and ordered everyone: "Put the saliva on your face. The more the better. Whoever has thick phlegm, please separate them. Listen to my orders later, and let's rush out and talk!"

Everyone spat on their hands and wiped their faces. The dancers didn't care about being reserved. A handsome girl blew her nose and wiped it all over her face.

Ma Wu was about to open the door when he suddenly heard two crisp sounds!

The window glass is broken!

The paper figures outside the door were not repelled by the spit. They changed their attack route under Liu Liangyi's control.

Dozens of paper figures climbed in through the window.

"Oh!"

One of the waiters screamed miserably and was stabbed in the back by a paper man.

"Oh my god!"

A dancer was grabbed by a paper figurine and a lot of her hair was torn out.

The room was pitch dark, screams of pain could not be heard, and Ma Wu couldn't tell which one was the paper man.

"Spit!" In panic, Ma Wu could think of this move.

Does it work?

This little bit of filth has really limited effect.

This is the ghost servant of the fourth-level Nightmare Cultivator. He spat on the face of the paper man. The paper man paused for a moment, then swung his knife to kill people.

Ma Wu slashed one of the paper figures to pieces with his sword, and the ghost servant inside came out, possessed another paper figure, and continued to fight without any damage.

Liu Liangyi, who was hiding at the entrance of the village, was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

He didn't expect Ma Wu to be of this quality.

He thought that Ma Wu could kill Song Jiasen. His cultivation should be at the third level and he should have at least a few magic weapons on his body.

If I had known that Ma Wu was only capable of this, he would have saved the paper figurines and called a dozen ghost servants over to get rid of them all.

Ma Wu was forced into a desperate situation and called to everyone: "Piss, pee, piss on them!"

At a critical moment, men and women, regardless of shame, took out their dicks, posed, and prepared to fire.

But the paper man didn't give him a chance to fire, so he just slashed with his sword!

Seeing everyone being forced into a corner and about to be chopped into pieces, a big black man suddenly rushed out of the toilet and shouted: "Master, don't be scared, come with me!"

The big black man, with a two-foot iron bucket on his back and a 1.5-meter long ladle in his hand, sprinkled a piece of paste on the paper figures. One paper figure stood frozen in place, and the remaining paper figures , hiding against the wall.

The little root is here!

He's coming with a bucket on his back!

This is serious filth!

Dung soup is the first of all kinds of filth, and the dung soup tempered by Jin Xiu is the best of all kinds of filth!

It was not easy for him, so in order to save Ma Wu, he killed seven in and seven out of the dance hall, and then jumped in through the toilet window.

After replenishing ammunition in the toilet, Xiao Genzi rushed to the center of the dance floor.

After a fight, Xiao Genzi stood by the window and untied the dung bucket behind him.

With one move, the bucket shocked a group of paper figures.

With a dance of the ladle, Ma Wu was slapped in the face.

"Master, go this way!"

Ma Wu wiped his face, led everyone, and followed Xiao Genzi to the window.

Jin Xiu restrained the Nightmare cultivator, but if it were Du Hongxi, the second-level Nightmare cultivator from Jiang Xiang Gang, he could still find a way out even if he couldn't win.

It's a pity that this is the ghost servant of the fourth-level nightmare cultivator.

Liu Liangyi sneered and said: "I thought Jin Xiu was extinct, but I didn't expect there are still cultivators alive. Okay, I'll send you on your way to save you from being a bad name in the world."

He put down the incense in his hand, lit a candle, and used the candle to convey his thoughts and let the ghost servant take action forcefully.

The little root has not yet reached the upper level, and the quantity and quality of the filth in the bucket are not enough. If the ghost servant charges hard, he can easily break through his filth.

Liu Liangyi's tactics are so cautious.

The cost of a sneak attack is the smallest and the profit is the highest. He will not show up in person. Ma Wu will not be able to see his appearance until the moment before his death.

The candlelight trembles, and thoughts are about to burst out.

jingle!

what sound?

puff!

Li Banfeng stabbed Liu Liangyi in the back of the head and blew out the candle.

The third-floor house repair was ignored by Liu Liangyi and the ghost servants around him.

A sneak attack is the most advantageous, and Li Banfeng also agrees.