Above the Yangtze River, a small boat was passing through quickly like an arrow from a string. A man with a knife on the boat was holding a bamboo pole and watching frequently. He was about a hundred feet behind him, and a group of men in white were chasing him quickly on a bamboo raft.

This chase and run drew white waves on the Yangtze River, attracting many merchants to watch. Soon, some people recognized that the person being chased was actually the fastest sword in the world. The group of people who could chase Jing Yidao and flee in panic should not be unknown people, but none of the more than ten swordsmen with fairy aura knew him.

Just after chasing a canyon, someone from the group of white-clothed swordsmen shouted: "Senior Brother, I'm afraid you can't chase it anymore. If you chase it, it will be the territory of Gusu Mu clan!"

The senior brother is a middle-aged man in a white shirt and a long sword on his back. He is stepping on a bamboo raft under his feet, without oars, but he is still obviously against the current but faster than the sailboat along the current. The long wind blows, adding a fairy spirit.

The eldest brother stared at Jing Yidao in front of him and said, "Don't worry about that much. If you chase him, I don't believe how Mu's dare to take my South China Sea Fairy Island? Moreover, Uncle Master will come soon, so what can even Mu Feiqing?"

As soon as they finished speaking, they saw a young man in black robe holding a bamboo pole in the upper reaches, holding a pole in both hands, inserting into the water surface. The back end of the boat under his feet raised and quickly walked on the river surface, as if passing by in a flash. The mist was hazy and followed more than ten small boats, directly blocking them.

"I don't know which friend of the world is here, so I'm going to know that there will be many inconveniences on this road in the near future, so I hope to return the same way!"

The young man in black is Mu Feng, the representative of the Mu family's younger generation. Since Mu Feiqing returned to Gusu, the Mu family has joined forces with major forces in Jiangnan to swallow the Cao Gang, and the Jiangzuo area has become highly vigilant.

Whether it is water or land near Jiangzuo, the Mu family has sent people to guard it to prevent those who are interested from breaking in.

However, with the name of Mu Feiqing, the world's number one sword cultivator in the battle of Mu Feiqing and the Mu family, recognized as the number one force in Jiangnan, there is basically no one who is not embarrassed. After all, Mu Feiqing is now the representative of Jiangnan martial arts world, like a hanging sword.

During this period, Mu Feng also encountered many mistakes, but as long as he made a name for himself, no one would take other routes without selling his face.

However, now he miscalculated.

The leading swordsman in white didn't even say anything, and slashed out with one sword.

The white-clothed swordsman unsheathed his sword and overturned the ten bamboo rafts of Mu's family. All the more than a dozen Mu's children, including Mu Feng, were injured and fell into the river.

The white-clothed swordsman glanced at Mu Feng and said coldly: "If you dare to stop me again, you will be killed without mercy!"

The other Mu family members were dissatisfied immediately and prepared to climb onto the bamboo raft to discuss the truth, but Mu Feng stopped them. Maybe they were talking and quietly watched the white-clothed swordsmen enter the Jiangzuo realm.

"Brother Feng, these people are so arrogant that they don't take our Mu family seriously at all. Why don't you let me speak?" said a Mu family disciple.

Mu Feng slowly took out a signal flare from his arms and said, "What can I beat the nonsense? Are you looking for death?"

"squeak"

A different signal flare flew quickly to the sky, exploding a huge firework in the sky.

…………

Just as the fireworks exploded, more than a dozen warships on the Yangtze River suddenly set off and rushed towards the direction of the fireworks.

The person in charge of this warship was Lin Xiaobai, the master from Langya Pavilion, and several masters who came to join the Mu family for the power of Mu Feiqing's battle in Zang Linyuan.

It has to be said that Mu Feiqing's reputation in the battle of Zang Linyuan brought too much benefit to the Mu family. Many masters came to surrender, including some wandering cultivators. Although they dared not let these people directly enter the top leadership of the Mu family, they solved the confusion of Mu's lack of manpower, and there were more innate masters.

On the warship, Jing Yidao was surrounded by hundreds of shocked crossbows from all directions, and several masters were eyeing him.

He threw the knife to the ground, hugged his head with both hands, and said, "Don't misunderstand everyone, don't misunderstand, your own people, your own people!"

Lin Xiaobai sneered and said, "Jing Yidao, when did you have your own people with Mu? Those people over there are chasing you, there is already a conflict, and you must not be good. You must fight hard. No matter whether you win or lose, Mu will suffer losses. Who should bear this responsibility?"

"King Ling," Jing Yidao took out a token from his arms and said, "Brother, we are really our own people. I am the King of Ling, and I am still good friends with your head Mu Feiqing?"

Lin Xiaobai glared at Jing Yidao, took the token, and said in a deep voice: "The authenticity of your token still needs to be verified, but you also call my uncle my name?"

Jing Yidao: "What's the name? I'm not called Mr. Mu?"

Lin Xiaobai: “…”

At this moment, the boat suddenly stopped and someone shouted: "Take Jing Yidao and let me go!"

Lin Xiaobai twitched his lips and said, "This should be the kind of idiot that uncle said about who has made his brain muscles after practicing for a long time... Damn, I'll kill them!"

Jing Yidao swallowed and secretly praised his rationality. Fortunately, he was so cowardly that this kid looked dazed, but he didn't expect that he was a cruel person.

"Hey, by the way, this big brother, I agree with what you said just now. These people are brainless idiots. However, who did your uncle use this last time to describe it? Is there anyone who is as idiots as these people in this world? Haha!"

"Oh, yes, my uncle said this to me last time!" Lin Xiaobai said lightly.

Jing Yidao: "..."

mmmp, flattery hit the horse's hooves!

…………

When Lin Xiaobai walked out, he saw more than a dozen white-clothed swordsmen standing in a bamboo raft in a row and blocking the warship in front of the warship.

Lin Xiaobai took a group of Langya Pavilion disciples and walked out of the warship in a small boat. They all had their arms naked, carrying the long sword on the sword like a fire stick.

"Damn it, are you tired of living? Do you want to fight?"

"His grandma, no one dares to be so arrogant in front of us!"

"Fuck you all come here to die!"

Jing Yidao looked at the group of cursing disciples of Langya Pavilion on the warship, and his mouth twitched, saying, "Isn't the rumors that the disciples of Langya Pavilion are the most reasonable in the holy land?"

A Mu family child next to him said, "Actually, when they came to Jiangnan last year, they were all humble gentlemen, and later..."

"What happened later?"

"Later, after a long time with our head, they all became second-generation ancestors with backers..."

"Why?"

"The head of the family told them that they are disciples of the martial arts holy land, the most powerful master in the world, the richest uncle in the world, the younger uncle and a brother who is the prince, the whole world can walk sideways!"

Jing Yidao: "..."

Why do I think what he said makes sense?

Will your head still accept disciples?

…………

On the river, a group of brothers were cursing, Lin Xiaobai carried his sword on his shoulders with his hands, walked over on a small boat, pointed at the white-clothed swordsmen, and said, "Damn it, do you know who covers this area? Ah, don't you give me Lin Xiaobai face?"

Swordsman in white: "…"

"Junior brother, who is Lin Xiaobai?"

"Senior brother, I don't know either, but judging from this momentum, I'm afraid I'm not a master?"

"Didn't it mean that Jiang Zuo belongs to Mu's family?"

"I don't know either?"

Lin Xiaobai looked at the group of white-clothed swordsmen and whispered, impatiently put the sword on the edge of the ship, and said, "What are you bet? Ah, let's talk, keep your hands or feet, and draw a trail for me? Don't look at whose mountain this is!"

A white-clothed swordsman said to the senior brother: "Senior brother, I'm afraid this person is not simple. If you dare to be so arrogant on Jiangzuo's territory, let's register for your home first!"

Senior Brother Bai thought for a while, looked at Lin Xiaobai, and bowed: "Your Excellency, we are from the Fairy Island of Nanhai. Senior Brother Fang Zizhou from Hainan Xiandao is here. In order to capture the enemy on our island, I hope..."

"Bah," Lin Xiaobai spat and said, "Why, I want to bully people with my power, I will still pay... Nanhai Fairy Island, I, Langya Holy Land, Lin Xiaobai, do you need to give you face?"

"My uncle Mu Feiqing, the best sword cultivator in the world and the most rich man in the world, do you need to give you face? My uncle's brother is His Royal Highness Ling, do you need to give you face? You think you are a bird, you count!"

Jing Yidao: "..."

Brother, is there anyone in your family?

Fang Zizhou looked very bad and said coldly: "Your Excellency is you not going to get along with my Nanhai Fairy Island?"

"Get out, I'll guarantee you a knife. Where can I get out of here? Go away, go out and go cool. If you want to make a move, don't whine if you don't do it!"

Lin Xiaobai rolled his eyes and turned around and left.

"you……"

Fang Zizhou and others were so angry that their faces turned pale.

At this moment, Mu Feng and others rushed over from afar and shouted, "Brother Xiaobai, Brother Xiaobai, these are these people, they hit me!"

"Damn!"
Chapter completed!