"Are you two sure you're not joking with me?"
Xu Mu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the two troublemakers with a smile.
"Who the hell is joking with you? Bring it out or I'll do it myself!"
Whoosh!
A willow-leaf throwing knife flew out from one of their storage bags, diffusing a knife light and pointed straight at Xu Mu's face.
The other one held two tier-two talismans, staring unpleasantly at Xu Mu.
"I don't like what you just said!"
Xu Mu reached out, grabbed the throwing knife, slightly clenched his five fingers, and the knife that could chop iron into mud turned into a lump of scrap iron.
"You, you..."
Just as the loose cultivator who had used the throwing knife was about to curse, the next moment, the spiritual pressure of Foundation Establishment Stage from Xu Mu's body released, and the two knelt on the ground with a thump.
"Senior, we were just joking with you!" The two said in terrified voices.
