On the top of the hall, several people were fighting.

After seeing it, Qi Xiang found that there was someone he knew. It was not Jun Bufu, but someone else. Well, he was not an acquaintance. If you care seriously, you should be considered a person who had a holiday.

After looking up for a moment, Qi Xiang's eyes drooped slightly and looked at the eight needles on his clothes.

Soldier soul...

Now, on the top of the hall, who was fighting with a group of guards, was a man with the same military soul, Mu Qingshan.

Some time ago, they had a deal in Yunnan and Guizhou.

In Qi Xiang's impression, he was a scoundrel and very cunning guy. Moreover, he also entered the small world, and I wonder if he had any gains.

Of course, Qi Xiang was also a little confused, not knowing that Mu Qingshan appeared here. Was he tracking himself all the way to Yueyang to make trouble for himself, or was it by coincidence, some other reason...

"One or two, do you really treat this place as a bus? If you want to get on it!"

In the top of the palace, the master in the yard was so thin and middle-aged. He didn't know why he was so evil today that he comforted a plague god, and then suddenly a bastard appeared, arrogant and looked at them as if nothing had happened.

In the extreme anger, the middle-aged man naturally did not hesitate.

With a slight shaking of your wrist, you will have a ruler in your hand. That's right, it's a ruler, which is equivalent to a ruler specially used by private school scholars in ancient times when they were preaching and teaching.

Rulers like this have evolved to this day and are the teaching sticks for teachers.

However, compared with the strange teaching sticks, the ruler in the middle-aged man's hands was carefully cast. It looks like gold and copper, with a bright yellow luster shining. The shape is flat and smooth, neither long nor short, which is very convenient.

This ruler is not only exquisitely crafted, but also has a very lethality.

In the middle-aged man's hands, the ruler was like a knife and a sword, and even a steel whip, roaring in the air, shaking a very gorgeous light from time to time, interfering with Mu Qingshan's vision and dazzling him.

While disturbing the enemy's eyes and mind, he took the opportunity to attack. On the head of the flat ruler, a sharp and very sharp light shone out like a needle and stabbed the heart.

This is also why middle-aged people can firmly sit in the top of the hospital.

It is because his strength has reached the point where his internal strength is released. The ruler, which was originally fifty centimeters long, was cold and unpredictable to bloom, as if a laser ejected. The attack distance suddenly increased by twenty or thirty centimeters.

The fight between masters is enough to take human life, not to mention dozens of centimeters. It is too sinister.

Unpredictable, Mu Qingshan was almost penetrated by a sword.

Still there, at the critical moment, the divine weapon protects the master...

The middle-aged and others saw it in horror. In the impossible situation, the long sword in Mu Qingshan's hand reversed at an incredible corner, just blocking the attack of the ruler.

clang!

Fires flew everywhere, Mu Qingshan was a little embarrassed, and he took several steps before he could stand firm.

The middle-aged people were stunned and for a moment, they forgot to pursue. The divine weapon protects the Lord. This is something that can only happen in the legend.

But now, it suddenly appeared in front of them, no wonder they were at a loss.

At the same time, Mu Qingshan was also scared and sweated. He did not expect that the middle-aged man was so despicable and had such a sinister killer move that almost capsizes in the gutter.

For a moment, he became more serious and said coldly: "You forced me..."

"Driven, sword, technique!"

While speaking, Mu Qingshan swung, and the long sword in his hand immediately soared into the air, flew out like lightning in the sky, and circled around again, and hung above his head.

The sword is like a dragon, its light shines and light is revealed.

"ah……"

At first glance, the middle-aged people naturally burst into amazement, as if they were sinking to the bottom of a lake, their body and mind were cool.

Expert, great master.

A very terrifying master, a legendary master...

Sword control technique, in an instant, you can take the head of someone and kill everyone present with one sword.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his thighs trembled slightly, and his voice was very dry: "...Senior, misunderstanding, is there any misunderstandings in this matter...?"

After all, they are just guarding the hospital, which is just a group of people working. Therefore, it is inevitable that they bully the weak and are afraid of the strong. Just now, they have already softened once, and now they don’t mind softening again.

After all, life is still important compared to money.

Modern times are not ancient. If it were in ancient times, under the favor of the club boss, there would definitely be a group of people who served the death. However, modern people particularly emphasize themselves and their lives are above everything else.

If the country is in danger for the sake of national justice, the passion in the bones will probably boil.

However, it is not worth their hard work for the safety of a club.

Besides, if you work hard, it is because you fight hard, you may win, or you can lead the other party to the bottom and die together, so that you can have the meaning of fighting hard.

However, if you fight a master who can control a sword, you may not be able to win if you lose your life. Even though you know you have no life, you still have to fly into the fire. That is not called bravery or stupidity.

Middle-aged people are not stupid, so they surrendered very simply.

"No misunderstanding..."

At this time, Mu Qingshan's eyes were a little proud, but on the surface, he looked cold: "I want to find someone, he seems to be here..."

"Look for someone?"

The middle-aged man widened his eyes and came to find someone again... It was indeed a weird person.

"Senior, who are you looking for?"

The middle-aged man was worried and asked with a gritted bullet: "It's daytime now, and there are very few guests here... I don't know if there is anyone you are looking for."

"Yes, there must be, I watched him come in..."

Mu Qingshan said in a deep voice: "After he came in, he has not gone out, he must be still here."

"cough!"

The middle-aged man cried in his heart and smiled and said, "Senior, our place is... big, so there are several doorways. When you come in and go out, you may not be the same doorway."

"Absolutely, I know."

Mu Qingshan said angrily: "Otherwise, why do you think I want to fly to the top of the hall? Are you bored?"

"Well……"

In an instant, the middle-aged people suddenly realized and understood why Mu Qingshan appeared on the top of the hall. They saw that there was one more person on the top of the hall and felt that there was an enemy, so they naturally surrounded him as soon as possible.

However, it has to be said that Mu Qingshan came here uninvitedly, really is not the way to be a guest.

However, who can only endure the fist?

The middle-aged man felt very frustrated and had a smile on his face: "Senior, this matter is indeed a misunderstanding... We really don't know that you are here to find someone, so the conflict started..."

"Those who do not know are innocent, your sword..."

The middle-aged man glanced at the long sword with a cold light flashing in the air. He was very nervous and his tone was faint: "Look... it seems that it is not good to be so tense..."

"What's wrong with it? I've found someone. I will naturally put my sword away." Mu Qingshan said politely: "If you can't find someone... don't blame me for being ruthless..."

Hearing this, everyone's hearts trembled and they were about to cry. You know, they are innocent.

"Senior, who are you looking for?"

The middle-aged man made a quick decision, and the fellow Taoist died and did not die. He made a choice easily: "We will help you find it."

"good……"

Mu Qingshan showed a natural expression and ordered: "I want to find a bastard... a man, about twenty-five or six years old, has a facial paralysis and is also a sword..."

As he described it, the middle-aged man's face became more and more strange.

Why do you think the person Mu Qingshan is looking for seems to be...

"He called you Bufu!"

At the same time, Mu Qingshan gritted his teeth and said, "He is a shameless thief, very despicable. I followed him for two days before finally locking in the trace... He must be here, who have you seen it?"

In an instant, the middle-aged people looked at each other, not knowing what reaction they should have.

They really want to tell Mu Qingshan loudly that Jun Bufu is nearby, you can go find him, it is best to fight both sides so that they can get a bargain...

However, it was because Jun Bufu was nearby that they did not dare to say anything. They could not offend Mu Qingshan, and they could not offend Jun Bufu.

Two people, one is bigger than the other, and a few of them are stuck in the middle, and they are under great pressure.

"Plague God, Plague God, there will be no good things as soon as it comes..."

The middle-aged man cursed in his heart, but how could he be the leader of the hospital guard? Not only because of their strength, but most importantly, he knows how to adapt and has a smart mind.

In desperation, he really thought of a solution.

That's...push!

The middle-aged man spoke with a bitter expression: "Senior, we are just guarding the hospital. To put it bluntly, we are security guards. The thing we are responsible for every day is to ensure the safety of the club and avoid accidents."

"When will the guests come and leave, it is not within our responsibility."

The middle-aged man smoothly: "So, you should ask the lobby manager for such things, he knows the best."

There are many leaks on the main hall.

The sound of talking above naturally came down.
To be continued...