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It had already been three days, and during these few days, early in the morning, before the sun had even risen above Yichang City, Wu Zhuoma had already ran to the top of the city walls and was waiting for Mu Tu to return.

As for Xiong Zifeng and the rest, they reached Yi Chang on the second day. It was obvious that Xiong Zifeng's strength had improved a lot, the tips of his hair had a hint of red, like burning flames.

After the time it took for an incense to burn, a black horse slowly came from the outskirts. The man and woman were valiant and valiant, the woman was cute and lovely, it was Mu Tu and the rest who had just returned from Ba Zhong County.

"Little girl, her name is Feng Ya. It's just that she has a silly personality and she speaks nervously." Mu Tu patted Zhuo Ma's small head.

The two of them held hands and walked away, not even bothering to look at Mu Tu. Feng Ya looked at Wu Zhuoma, only to see that her skin was extremely white, her nose bridge was even more tight than the female from the Central Plains, but there was a hint of blue in her eyes, and she said: "You're from Tibetan Region, right? Compared to the women of the Central Plains, we have another set that is more beautiful. "

Zhuo Ma knitted her brows and sighed. "I'd rather be a girl of the Central Plains."

The three of them rushed back to the Yichang Office, but just as they arrived at the door, the Stepping Wind Ink Lion quickly broke free from Mu Tu's hands and ran towards the horse servant in the backyard. There, a blood colored big horse was lazily eating its grass, spitting saliva at it, it suddenly raised its head, stared at the Stepping Wind Ink Lion, and stood up to spurt on it.

Furthermore, Mu Tu was heading towards the main hall, while Wu Zhuoma was leading Feng Ya towards the residence. It didn't matter if it was Wang Yuyan or not, since she had returned with the Big Brother Mu, he had to bring it over to Grandfather Taibai to meet him.

Xiong Zifeng was practicing his martial arts on the stage, with his green clothes and fiery red hair sticking out, he looked extremely heroic. Compared to how he was before, he was much thinner, the Feng Yin's gauntlet in his hands glowed with light, and the waves of Qi he released were extremely hot, his Qi was extremely dense, as though it combined with the characteristics of the Yellow Sand Mysterious Art of Nine Serenities and the Great Gate of the Art of Heaven and Earth, to form a new way of channeling his Qi.

Seeing Mu Tu, Xiong Zifeng was very happy. He raised his right hand and used an "Arm Clearing Ape Fist", but the fist was sharp and the force brought a large amount of wind to cover the center of Mu Tu's body. Although this move was powerful, it was fair and square.

Mu Tu held onto the Twilight Knife with his right hand and pulled on it with his blade, saying: "Big Brother Xiong, eat my White Tiger Leaping into the Stream!" He slightly retreated and immediately leaped up. The sound of the blade seemed to be like the roar of a tiger.

The bystanders were all excited, they saw Xiong Zifeng opening and closing his fists, releasing a red light, his fists were opened and closed, it was solemn and simple, he had the demeanor of an expert. The in Mu Tu's hands already had seven rings, and his techniques were even heavier. The tiger's roar was heard in the forest, the gold ring was hissing and it was extremely fierce, the swimming movement under his feet was extremely elegant, rising vertically to the ground, rushing and dodging in the east and west. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he had already attacked and unleashed forty to fifty moves of peerlessly sharp killing intent, but they were all executed with the back of the blade.

After fighting for another ten rounds, Xiong Zifeng's fists were getting faster and faster. It was unknown when official part's Four Great Saints had arrived, but the Monopoly Saint Fu Baiwan secretly nodded his head: "Junior Brother's fists are getting more and more skilled, it's just that the characteristics of the Diamond Force is too generous, no matter how he punches, they will always be chopped at the side by Mu Tu's blade."

Xiong Zifeng thought: "This guy's blade technique is progressing too fast. It seems like without using some effort, I won't be able to see the difference between the two of them." With a fierce roar, his fist technique suddenly changed. A ball of red and yellow sand like inner strength was formed in his hand, and it was immediately scattered out. It was the yellow sand from the Yellow Sand Mysterious Art of Nine Serenities that filled the sky.

The spectators couldn't help but exclaim in unison when they saw how powerful the attack was.

At this time, Mu Tu had no choice but to give up on his White Tiger Leaping into the Stream. He turned his body and used his Bladestorm, causing the blade Qi to envelop his entire body.

Suddenly, Xiong Zifeng's long fist tore through the air, the yellow dragon roared, and bit towards Mu Tu's chest. The dragon head had a sinister look, but halfway through, it suddenly lowered its head, and changed its position and pounced towards Mu Tu's leg.

How could Mu Tu have known that Xiong Zifeng actually had such a move? He anxiously retreated, the dragon head charging forward, the Twilight Knife slanted its head and rushed forward, following the dragon body, it directly split the dragon head from the center, releasing a bit of fiery energy that scattered in all directions, in a moment he was already beside Xiong Zifeng, the blade in his hand turned, and the back of the blade already slashed across Xiong Zifeng's shoulder.

Xiong Zifeng pushed away the Twilight Knife on his shoulder and rolled his eyes at Mu Tu. He thought that if he improved, he would be able to beat, but who knew that the gap between them still existed.

Mu Tu laughed, wiping away the wound on his hand, and then opened up his arms and hugged Xiong Zifeng fiercely.

The burning passion in his heart grew closer, and the brotherly love that he had not felt in a long time did not leave any estrangement. The Four Saints smiled at each other, waved to the onlookers, and left.

After a long while, Mu Tu and Xiong Zifeng finally separated from each other, stroking each other's hair until it was messy.

"Where's Yuyan?" Xiong Zifeng patted Mu Tu's shoulders and asked loudly.

"Oh yeah, I need to send the lead over," Mu Tu thought of something important and turned to leave in a hurry. He did not mention anything else at all.