The bandits nearby rushed over immediately.

Mu Zhiliu leaped up, raised his uninjured foot and kicked the oncoming person.

His posture was light and he looked soft, but the man was kicked ten meters away and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was shocked, and Master Ding also realized at this time that this sickly man was not simple.

But it was too late, Mu Zhiliu grabbed his wrist and twisted it.

The movement couldn't be any lighter, but there was a crackling sound.

Both of Young Master Ding's wrists were broken.

The two big swords in his hands fell off naturally.

Fu Kanghong, who was standing by, was stunned. "Brother Mu...you..."

Mu Zhiliu leaped lightly, like a white feather blown by the wind. Even though he was in mid-air, he kicked each of the people in the group as if he was stepping on snow.

They fell to the ground one after another, holding their chests and groaning with blood spitting out.

Seeing that everyone was lying down, Mu Zhiliu returned to Fu Kanghong's side.

Fu Kanghong exclaimed in amazement: "Brother Mu, your skills are so good?"

However, Mu Zhiliu changed from his previous strong and healthy appearance, covered his leg, groaned, and became weak and unable to take care of himself again.

Fu Qianghong immediately panicked again, "Oh, I forgot that you still have an injury on your leg."

Mu Zhiliu shook his head, "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Fu Kanghong was about to reply when he heard Mu Zhiliu say, "It just hurts a little."

When Fu Qianghong heard him say that he was in pain, his heart softened immediately, and he hurriedly and carefully supported him, "I guess the wound was agitated again just now."

Mu Zhiliu leaned on her shoulder and nodded.

At this time, Fu Yanting happened to arrive. They heard the sound of fighting in the distance and ran over immediately.

"Third sister? Brother, what happened just now?"

Fu Kanghong supported Mu Zhiliu and pointed at the person lying on the ground in front of him and said, "It was the kid from the Ding family in the capital. He saw me and wanted to attack me."

Young Master Ding was still rolling on the ground, screaming in pain, "My hand! My hand~"

Fu Yanting picked him up and sneered, "The skyfire in this capital city is really strange. How come no one who should have been burned to death was burned to death!"

Young Master Ding begged for mercy: "General Fu, I was wrong. Please let me go for the sake of our past as both served in the court!"