In the dark room, a person is hanging in the air. It is indescribably weird and frightening at first sight.
Murong Fu had enough eyesight to see the mystery clearly. A dark rope hung from the roof, wrapped around the man's waist, and hung him up.
Woo! There was a strange sound, the wind howled, and a black rope, driven by a powerful force, pierced through the void like a sharp sword, and appeared on Murong Fu's chest in the blink of an eye. The real force contained in it was condensed and pure.
, has reached a terrifying level, so this black rope thrust from the air is no less than a magical weapon, cutting gold and jade is just a matter of leisure.
Almost at the same time as the black rope crossed the sky, inside the sleepy wooden house, there seemed to be endless whirlpools that were constantly collapsing. Every trace of the void air flow was evacuated, and a violent force of oppression came from all directions, trying to make Murong Fu lose his mind.
The center of gravity is at the mercy of others.
"What a great method. This Wu Yazi's use of his own Qi can be said to be extremely proficient. There are not many people in the world who have such ability."
Murong Fu's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a dazzling light lit up, and he was filled with admiration in his heart.
He had an overview of everything about Wu Yazi at a glance. This man had become disabled thirty years ago, and the bones and meridians of his lower body had become a mess and broken into powder. If it weren't for the vast pure energy in his body,
, supported by vitality and vitality, most people would have died long ago.
But he still survived after being so severely injured. Moreover, he lost the ability to move for thirty years, which made him concentrate on polishing his Qi, and his skills were as strong as the sea.
Once he took action at this time, he showed an incomparable method, using a black rope around him as a weapon, no less than the top master in the world.
"What a man whose spirit and energy are integrated into one, and whose transformation and education are endless. This old gentleman has profound powers and is able to master the spirit. I admire him."
Murong Fu's chest was numb, as cold as hot, as if there were countless feelings emerging. The black cord had not even hit him, but it had already shaken his mind, and he couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
With a sway of his arm, a crystal-clear jade finger gently clicked out. A wisp of invisible finger power shot out, and clicked on the top of the black rope with a pop.
The unique skill of the Murong family, the Shenhe Finger, has reached the highest state of formless, formless, and seemingly non-existent in the hands of Murong Fu today. Even the seniors of the Murong family who invented this fingering method probably did not have this level of skill.
Achievements.
Over the years, Murong Fu's achievements were not in vain, and his skills had indeed reached an abyss and unfathomable level.
Every move at random contains the most profound principles of martial arts and all kinds of mysteries.
There was a cry of surprise in the darkness, Wu Yazi snorted, and the black cord in the void began to change again. The layers of phantoms kept changing, and the black cord changed in strength and softness. Although it was supported by a real force in the sky, it was stronger than the limbs.
The fists and feet must be more agile. Various martial arts moves such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, fists, palms, and legs are all performed on this black rope. In an instant, the kung fu has changed dozens of times and used more than a dozen different techniques.
of martial arts.
The light in Murong Fu's eyes shone brighter and brighter. He was overjoyed to see Hunter Xin, and the aura around his body became harmonious. His whole body seemed to be integrated into the void. His fingers pointed out one after another, and various subtleties of the joint fingers evolved one after another.
The fight between the two was like lightning, time flew by, and they fought countless times with every snap of a finger. A black rope evolved into a variety of complex and exquisite martial arts moves, and there were many changes in the use of internal strength.
Murong Fu used the simple to the complex, coming and going with the same finger technique, flying up and down, left and right, within a few feet around him, there seemed to be a dust-free pure land, no matter how subtle and sharp the black rope came, it never really invaded
Come in.
I don't know when, Su Xinghe also walked in and stood beside Wang Yuyan. The two of them looked at this confrontation that could be called the best in the world with shocked eyes. They were dazzled and wished that time and space could stand still at this moment forever.
, this man is so powerful, he is proficient in so many martial arts schools, and he is extremely proficient in each one, with an extraordinary level, who is he?"
Wang Yuyan is indeed a living dictionary of martial arts. Although Wu Yazi uses a black string to interpret various martial arts, she can still see the origins of these martial arts. She keeps mumbling to herself, and her eyes are full of surprise.
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Su Xinghe was the complete opposite. He was naturally aware of his master's martial arts. At this time, more attention was focused on Murong Fu. The more he watched, the more shocked he became.
I saw Murong Fu lifting his weight lightly and casually. Facing Wuyazi's endless martial arts, he just kept pointing out his fingers, sometimes slowly and heavily, sometimes swiftly and clearly. His finger strength was formless and mysterious, like a tough and immortal mountain.
, no matter how fierce and weird the attacks are, they can't be shaken in the slightest. Such a profound and profound martial arts realm is really beyond his reach.
It was also at this time that Su Xinghe guessed that in the fight between him and Murong Fu just now, he was afraid that he had not even used three points of his strength.
I have to say that this is an extremely shocking thing for Su Xinghe.
Buzz, the wooden house shuddered, as if it was going to explode, and a group of invisible air ripples spread out in all directions, and both were wiped out. At some point, the fight between Murong Fu and Wu Yazi had ended.
"Okay, what a Nan Murong. This ginseng combined fingering technique in your hands has reached the point of perfection. I can't even gain the slightest advantage in thirty-six martial arts. I'm really formidable."
Wu Yazi spoke, his voice was gentle and kind, with a soft and windy aura, which was impressive.
"The old gentleman's magical skills are astonishing. With just a black rope, he can perform hundreds of martial arts. It's breathtaking. I admire you very much."
After the two of them finished speaking, they both laughed.
"Mr. Murong, what do you want to do with me, a disabled person, this time? Please tell me clearly."
Wu Yazi sighed, and there was a faint look of exhaustion on his elegant and smooth face. He was not in his prime after all. Over the years, he was half-paralyzed and seriously injured. Although his cultivation had made great progress, his vitality was still damaged in the end.
, Although the true energy is majestic and pure, the battle with Murong Fu just now consumed a lot of mental energy and placed a heavy burden on him. It is not surprising to see such a tired look.
"I have already said that I am here to bring someone to meet the old gentleman. Yu Yan, come here."
Murong Fu waved slightly. Although Wang Yuyan was puzzled, she still came over.
Wu Yazi's attention just now was all on Murong Fu, and he never paid attention to Wang Yuyan. When he saw her now, his expression suddenly changed.
"It looks like, it really looks like, are you A Luo's daughter?"
At this moment, Wu Yazi's expression was complicated, like joy, emotion, and reminiscing. It was hard to imagine that a person could have such a variety of complex expressions in an instant.
Wang Yuyan was very surprised. She naturally knew that A Luo in Wu Yazi's mouth was her mother's nickname, and she knew only a few of them. But the old man in front of her could say these words just by looking at her. How could she say this?
Don't let her be surprised.
"My mother is Li Qingluo. I wonder how senior knew about it?"
"Okay, good boy, as expected, I am your grandfather, how come I don't know your mother's name?"
Wu Yazi laughed loudly and said loudly.
Grandpa? Wang Yuyan was a little confused. How could she have imagined that this mysterious old man in front of her could be her grandfather?
Over the years, Mrs. Wang has rarely mentioned her identity and origins. Even Wang Yuyan, a daughter, does not know that she still has a grandfather alive.
"Yu Yan, this old gentleman is your grandfather Wu Yazi. I brought you here just to meet him."
Murong Fu said with a faint smile.
"Mr. Wuyazi, please talk to Yuyan. I'll go out first."
After Murong Fu finished speaking, he didn't stay long and walked out of the wooden house slowly. Su Xinghe was also a discerning person. Seeing this scene, he knew that his master was definitely not in any danger, so he followed him out.
More than half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Under Su Xinghe's surprised gaze, Wu Yazi was pushed out of the wooden house in a wheelchair by Wang Yuyan.
"Murong boy, I am going to teach Yu Yan the martial arts of the Xiaoyao sect. If you have nothing to do during these days, please stay here for a while."
Wu Yazi's face was full of kindness, and he looked at Wang Yuyan with very satisfied eyes.
"That's fine. Although Yu Yan's kung fu has improved a lot over the years, there are still many shortcomings. The Xiaoyao sect's martial arts is extensive and profound, and it belongs to the Taoist sect. It is suitable for her to practice. The old gentleman can teach it in person, so naturally
It's her blessing."
Murong Fu naturally has nothing to disagree with. Wang Yuyan possesses Xiaoyao Sect's Xiao Wuxiang Kung. Although this internal skill is exquisite and unparalleled and can control all kinds of martial arts in the world, there is no suitable martial arts directly transmitted from Xiaoyao Sect. If Wang Yuyan can practice Xiaoyao
With the other skills of her sect complementing each other, her martial arts will undergo a transformation. It is just a chance.
Wu Yazi sighed and nodded silently. He felt a little regretful. No matter how talented and beautiful Murong Fu was, he was hard to find in the world. He was very thoughtful about letting him inherit the martial arts of the Xiaoyao sect. Unfortunately, Murong Fu now
The level of martial arts is so high that even he can hardly discern the depth. He can be called a peerless master. How could such a person join the Xiaoyao Sect?
So he could only feel sorry in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud.
After that day, Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan settled in the Deaf and Mute Valley.
Every day Wang Yuyan would study the Xiaoyao sect's martial arts with Wu Yazi. She was naturally talented and had a foundation in one internal skill, and what she had learned was one of the three major magical arts of the Xiaoyao sect. With all the advantages, she studied Xiaoyao sect.
The sect's martial arts naturally achieves twice the result with half the effort and makes rapid progress.
Murong Fu ignored all this. He was constantly thinking about a possibility. After half a month, he finally got some clues.