Chapter 1767 3.213 Whimsical

Qiao Mu couldn't help but feel furious!

What a joke, she paid for the carriage too!

Now that these people had blown up her carriage, wouldn't she have to dig up spiritual coins to fill the gap in repairing the carriage?

Thinking of this, Qiao Mu couldn't help but feel angry.

Qi Xuanxuan also stamped her feet and screamed, "Damn it! What kind of bastard who killed a thousand swords blew up your aunt's carriage? Come out!"

Qiao Mu stretched out his hand and gently tugged on Young Master Zhu's sleeve, "Don't run around and don't leave my side easily, you know?"

Zhu Xu is not a fool. Although he has very little experience in the world, he usually likes to read and think deeply, so at most he is not deeply involved in the world, but his mind is still relatively smart.

In this situation now, he looked like he was coming for himself.

I'm afraid, Qiao Qiao and the others are still affected by him!

Thinking of this, Young Master Zhu couldn't help but feel a little depressed, "Qiao Qiao, I think most of these people are here for me! I'm sorry for making everyone unhappy."

Seeing Young Master Zhu's depressed look, Qi Xuanxuan couldn't help but smile and said, "What does this have to do with you? It's just that these people don't have eyesight and want to bump into our blades!"

Mata even laughed and said, "It's okay! I'm telling you! I'm still worried that after I get promoted, no one will give me any training! Although these people are all guys with mediocre martial arts, they are better than nothing." !”

The one who felt aggrieved by these words seemed to think that the group of hooligans in front of him were just a bunch of rubbish, the kind of people who would die if he could not punch them a few times.

At this time, another group of people came out from behind the bombed carriage.

They are completely different from the group of minions with low martial arts in front of them.

Each of these people who jumped out to besiege them again had a cultivation level of fourteenth level mystical master or above, and there were more than thirty people who came.

With Qiao Mu and others surrounded in the middle, and the outer layer being a large number of hooligans, at first glance, the situation seemed to be very unfavorable to Qiao Mu and others.

In fact, in the eyes of Qiao Mu and the others, the latter group of people were also very weak.

Take the little fat man as an example. He can knock two of them away with one punch. One can only imagine how powerful these newly emerged fourteenth-level mystic masters are in their own cultivation.

The promotion of cultivation can be divided into promotion through hard training and rapid promotion through medicine.

Rubbish like them who only rely on drugs will be killed instantly when they meet an opponent of the same level!

After Qiao Mu finished dealing with the people surrounding him, he pulled off Young Master Zhu's sleeves and took a few steps away.

She saw a black shadow flying towards her with a whoosh like a roc spreading its wings. He raised his hand and grabbed Mr. Zhu beside her without any explanation.

How could Qiao Mu let anyone touch Master Zhu's finger?

He kicked hard and pushed Mr. Zhu behind him. Without any hesitation, a row of silver needles flew past him. They were divided into three directions: upper, middle and lower, and went straight for the person's eyes, chest and lower abdomen.

The fierce three rows of needles came very quickly, and the person who came was stunned and quickly reacted and stepped back.

He followed his body to avoid it, flew around twice in the air, and looked back when he stood still.

I saw a few gangsters around him who had not escaped and became his scapegoats. At this time, these gangsters had a silver needle stuck in their chest, they were foaming at the mouth and their eyes were closed. They had obviously passed out!