Chapter 68 Eighth Grade versus Eighth Grade

Author: Egret Ye Qilin

Chapter 68 Eighth Grade versus Eighth Grade

This is Yang Mu's first real battle against the same level, so he takes it very seriously and is extremely careful.

When Diao Youde drew his sword, Yang Mu clearly felt that the opponent's strength was probably not inferior to his own.

This sword, with the roar of a tiger, was fierce.

Mu Dalang leaned on the crutches, with sharp eyes, and reminded in a deep voice, "Take three steps to the left!"

Seeing the blade approaching, Yang Mu suddenly took two steps to the left to avoid it. After listening to Mu Dalang's words, he took another step in the blink of an eye.

Diao Youde's knife originally came towards Yang Mu's face. The moment she moved to the left, the blade followed and swept straight towards her throat.

Unexpectedly, Yang Mu actually walked an extra foot and avoided the blade.

Before Diao Youde could sheath his sword, Yang Mu pointed his toes, flew into the air, and performed a beautiful roundhouse kick, forcing Diao Youde to face the door.

Diao Youde had already seen Yang Mu's movements, twisted his waist, turned half a circle to the right, and barely managed to avoid it.

Mu Dalang quickly glanced at the ground and picked up a knife lamely.

There happened to be a thug lying on the ground next to the knife. Just as the thug was about to attack Mu Dalang, he was stabbed in the waist with a cane.

He said "Ouch" and rolled his eyes in pain.

Mu Dalang threw the knife towards Yang Mu and said loudly: "Take the knife!"

Yang Mu had just dodged the knife, turned around and flew up, took the knife, held the knife with both hands, used all his strength, and slashed towards Diao Youde.

When Diao Youde used the sword just now and Yang Mu was empty-handed, it seemed that Diao Youde had the upper hand.

Now that both of them are using knives, it's hard to tell the winner.

The sound of weapons clashing could be heard in the lobby, and the two men were flying so fast that even the afterimages could not tell who was who.

Yang Mu only felt very happy. This was the first time he had been beaten so happily since possessing this body with innate divine power.

Diao Youde, on the other hand, had a slight sweat on his forehead. He was a warrior in the eighth level of divine power. He was best at hitting the target with one blow and defeating the enemy with one move.

Because every move in the eighth-level realm consumes a lot of strength and energy, it cannot last long.

But why does the little girl opposite feel more and more brave as she fights?

Could it be because she is a woman, and he is a man, and there are many women?

Damn it, if I had known he would have remained a boy!

Diao Youde felt bitter in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

Mu Dalang was an expert, so he naturally realized that Yang Mu was procrastinating the battle because it was rare to meet someone who could resist being beaten.

Seeing that the battle situation here was decided, he no longer worried, and instead held a kitchen knife in one hand and a cane in the other, stabbing the thugs in the waist and eyes one by one.

This is an acupuncture point, and those who are stabbed will not be able to pay public food for at least a year.

They are all martial arts students, how could anyone not know this?

The three toothless thugs struggled to get up and resisted, determined not to hold their heads high in front of their wife!

Mu Dalang waved the kitchen knife above their heads with his left hand, and while the thugs were protecting their heads, he quickly stabbed three people in the waist and eyes with his quick eyes and hands.

The three toothless monkeys all let out an "ouch" and knelt on the ground with their legs weak.

Mu Dalang had a sullen face, limped his legs, and continued to poke his waist and eyes.

The thug with red pants, who had been thrown twice as a hammer before, was lying on the second floor, watching everything downstairs calmly.

It was too scary. It was scary enough that the little village girl could tie with Master Diao, but the man who stabbed him in the waist made his heart tremble even more.

How sinister a person must be to be able to commit such a vicious act?

The red trouser belt felt that her "little red trouser belt" was cool.

After Mudalang stabbed the last thug in the waist, he slowly moved his gaze up to the second floor and looked at the thug with the red belt.

The scalp of the thug with the red trouser belt was numb, and his hairs immediately started to stand up.

Seeing that Mu Dalang was about to go up to the second floor with a kitchen knife in one hand and a cane in the other, he kept working on his red trousers and shouted: "Don't come over here!"

Then he hit a big pillar and fainted.

The sound of "dong" was very sudden, and Mu Dalang raised his eyes to look. After a long while, he slowly put his crutches on, found a chair, and sat down to rest.

In fact, he was already at the end of his strength and could not go upstairs, but he still had enough momentum.

After a stick of incense passed, Yang Mu found out the details of Diao Youde and felt that it was no longer interesting.

She knocked away Diao Youde's big knife, then put the knife against his neck, raised her eyebrows and said: "With this little skill, you still want to kill me?"

Diao Youde was breathing heavily, looking at Yang Mu who was not blushing and out of breath, and asked angrily: "What grade are you in?"

Yang Mu blinked and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter what grade I am, the important thing is that this fat sheep like you is a top grade!"

Diao Youde looked at her defensively and asked, "What do you mean?"

Yang Mu raised his chin so that he could discuss it and said, "You came to make trouble yesterday afternoon and set fire to me in the evening. You burned down the yard I just repaired. We have to talk about compensation, right?"

When Diao Youde heard that he wanted compensation, not going to court, he felt a little more relaxed and said, "Put the knife away, let's sit down and discuss!"

Yang Mu shook his head and said, "If that doesn't work, you have to pay compensation first."

Mu Dalang rested for a while, regained some strength, walked over slowly, reached out and rubbed Diao Youde's arms for a while.

For Diao Youde, this was the first time in his life that a man put his hand into his arms, and his expression was extremely ugly.

Mu Dalang took out a stack of banknotes and counted them, and found that there were more than three hundred taels of silver.

Yang Mu's eyes lit up when she saw it. This was enough for her to repair the house three times!

Mu Dalang's face was gloomy and he said: "This little money is just compensation for your trouble in the afternoon. As for our couple's house and the fright, how do you want to compensate us?"

Yang Mu glanced at the husband with admiration. This blackmailing attitude won my heart!

Diao Youde said angrily: "Three hundred taels of silver can build three or four of your broken houses!"

Yang Mu blinked, "Oh? Is my house that cheap? How about I go find Miss Hang and ask?"

Her sweet smile made Diao Youde shudder. Why is this little village girl so scary?

Diao Youde pointed to his room and said: "I still have one hundred taels of silver in my room, you can take it!"

Mu Dalang said: "I'm too lazy to beat around the bush with you. Then compensate us one thousand taels of silver. If we don't have cash, we'll use banknotes. If we don't have banknotes, we'll use your gambling house to pay off the debt."

Diao Youde took a breath, "How much? Are you crazy because of poverty!" One thousand taels was his income for two years.

Mu Dalang glanced at him indifferently and said to Yang Mu, "Then, let's go find Miss Hang?"

Yang Mu sighed and said, "This is the only way!"

Diao Youde gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give it!"

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Mu and Mu Dalang walked out of the casino with their banknotes.

Old Man Niu's donkey cart was waiting nearby. The two of them sat on the donkey cart and looked at each other and smiled.

A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise.

Yang Mu sighed and said, "It's just a pity that you wrote "Mu Gui"."

Mu Dalang, who had been smiling just now, suddenly turned pale. That was a notebook with hundreds of words!

Seeing Mu Dalang deflated, Yang Mu laughed like a silver bell.

The old man driving the car turned to look at Yang Mu suspiciously and said, "Girl Mu, how can you still laugh? Your house is burned like that. Where will you live during this time?"

Yin Ling's laughter stopped suddenly and was replaced by an unstoppable cough. How could she forget this?

Mu Dalang couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

The girl in front of me is so cute that you can't take your eyes away.

When he was a child, why did he think that he was a doormat and a crybaby?

There will be another chapter soon~~
Chapter completed!