[Happy Children’s Day, brothers, haha, I miss you so much.]
"Evidence? Everyone in the world doesn't know that your Murong family has retaliated with the same tactics. Vice Gang Leader Ma died under his famous stunt of chokehold. Who else could it be besides Murong Fu? Could it be your Murong family?
With such a huge reputation, you have done something but dare not admit it?"
Chen Guyan's tone was gloomy, with a bewitching charm. As expected, as soon as he finished speaking, many Beggar Clan disciples beside him all agreed.
"Yes, the deputy gang leader definitely died at the hands of Murong Fu."
"No, besides Murong Fu, who else can kill Deputy Gang Leader Ma with a chokehold and a grapple!"
The crowd clamored, and Chen Guyan showed a proud look on his face. This effect was exactly what he wanted.
Amid the excitement of the crowd, Murong Fu's murder of Ma Dayuan was already a certainty and nothing could be changed. As long as this matter was confirmed, it would not only damage the prestige of the gang leader Qiao Feng, but also enhance his popularity among the many disciples of the Beggar Clan.
The weight of it can be said to kill two birds with one stone, and Chen Guyan's scheming can be seen clearly.
"Damn it, Chen Guyan, you dare to slander anyone, I'm not sure, but I want to see how much money you have, how dare you frame my son-in-law!"
Bao BuTong roared angrily and stopped arguing. He hurried forward and reached a few feet away. He stretched out his hand into a claw and grabbed Chen Guyan's shoulder.
This move was sharp, the angle was precise, and the strength contained in it was as strong as a knife. If Chen Guyan was really caught on the shoulder by him, he might not even be able to crush his bones.
"It's different, you are so brave!"
Although Chen Guyan never thought that Bao BuTong would suddenly take action, he was the elder of the Nine Bags of the Beggar Clan, and his martial arts was considered top-notch. When he saw Bao BuTong reaching out to grab it, he sneered, and when he flipped his arm, a sack appeared, and there was a whistling sound of wind.
It sounded and danced into a mass of shadows, making a heart-rending sound.
Chen Guyan's sack kung fu is like a whip but not a whip, flexible and dense, with strange moves. As soon as he takes action, there are balls of soft force wrapped around Bao Tongtong's hand. At the same time, the sack opens faintly, and there seems to be a fishy smell permeating the air.
out.
Bao Tongtong sneered and saw Chen Guyan covering him with a sack. With a thought in his mind, he immediately changed his move, turning his claws into palms and striking out with one palm.
This palm was so powerful that it seemed like a blazing wind was roaring out.
His palm technique was passed down by Murong Fu over the years. It is the Iron Palm Technique. This technique is the first-class strong palm power among the palm techniques. It is even better than the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the secret skill of the Beggar Clan.
As soon as Bao BuTong used this palm technique, he immediately caused a shock.
There was a violent roar, and the vast palm force crushed him. Chen Guyan's complexion changed drastically, and he felt as if an iron mountain was suppressing him. The palm force was so powerful that he almost thought it was the gang leader Qiao Feng who took action himself.
There was a muffled sound, and the sack in Chen Guyan's hand trembled. No matter how delicate the moves were, or how flexible the strength was, they were all broken open by Bao Bubutong's overbearing palm. His chest felt tight, and he immediately stepped back.
After walking several steps, his face turned green and red, and he was extremely embarrassed and annoyed.
After a few moves, Chen Guyan, the elder of the Beggar Clan, was at a disadvantage in the confrontation with Bao Tongtong and did not gain any advantage.
This scene made the beggars in the apricot forest burst into an uproar.
"Such a strong palm force, Mr. Murong. The palm technique used by Mr. Bao is really exquisite and domineering, but I don't know where it comes from? But the poor monk has never seen it in the world?"
Murong Fu and his entourage were watching the battle from afar. Seeing that Bao Bubu had the upper hand within a few moves, their expressions were mixed. Especially Jiumozhi's eyes sparkled, and the martial arts idiot's temper flared up again, so he started asking questions on the spot.
"The National Master has received an award. This palm technique of Brother Bao San is a martial art that has been passed down in recent years. It is called Iron Palm Technique. It is quite magical."
Murong Fu smiled lightly and said casually.
Jiumozhi was shocked and became more and more amazed.
"Is this Murong Fu really unfathomable? How could such a wonderful palm technique be taught to him at will?"
Jiumozhi has such great eyesight. In just a few moves, he was able to see the subtleties of the Iron Palm Technique. Knowing that this palm technique is considered a unique skill in today's martial arts world, he was deeply moved.
Murong Fu naturally knew what Jiumozhi was thinking, but he didn't take it seriously.
Martial arts secrets are one thing, but if you want to achieve success, the key is to look at the people who practice kung fu.
Take the Beggar Clan as an example. A set of Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon is used as a secret skill to suppress the gang. However, it can only show its dazzling edge in a few generations of gang leaders. Some other gang leaders, even if they have magical powers, are incompetent to everyone.
, there has never been any amazing deeds.
It can be seen from this that having the secret book of magical skills does not necessarily lead to becoming a peerless master.
On the other side, Chen Guyan was furious and snorted: "Bao Bubu, I haven't seen you for a few years. I didn't expect you to have mastered such a unique palm skill, but you are still far from being able to beat me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Guyan was about to take action again.
"Elder Chen, wait a minute. We are here today to discuss a public case, not to fight!" Qiao Feng spoke. As he spoke, he turned to look at a corner of the forest, "Master Murong, since
I’m here, please show up and see me!”
The beggars were shocked and all looked aside.
Youdao is the name of a person and the shadow of a tree. The Murong family in Gusu is famous in the world, but his whereabouts are erratic. There are only a handful of people who have actually seen Murong Fu, and these people in the Beggar Clan are no exception. At this time, I heard that
Murong Fu had already arrived, so he naturally wanted to take a quick look.
Sure enough, a group of people walked out of the forest. One person was leading the way. He was dressed in green and had the face of a young man. He was handsome and had an extraordinary temperament. He was followed by several people. One of them was the most eye-catching. He was a man in yellow in his fifties.
The monk has a peaceful face, as if there is a faint flow of precious light, and has the charm of an enlightened monk.
In addition, there is a middle-aged man with thin cheeks, his steps are swaying, and his eyes are shining brightly. It is obvious at a glance that he is a skilled man.
"I have been invited by Gang Leader Qiao. I have to obey my orders. I am here today just for the sake of your gang, Ma Dayuan. Now that both parties have arrived, Gang Leader Qiao can start."
Murong Fu's voice was clear, soft and mellow, and seemed to ring in everyone's ears. This alone made many people in the Beggar Clan look serious. Such a method of transmitting sounds requires such profound and precise skills.
Pure, this move alone is enough to prove that the Nan Murong in front of you is well-deserved.
Qiao Feng was dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a few patches on his body, and he was washed very clean. He was a big man with an upright face, a heroic demeanor, and an air of heroism that was impressive.
At this moment, he seemed completely unaware of Murong Fu's method of using his true power. A vague light flashed across his eyes, and a hearty smile appeared on his face.
"Okay, Mr. Murong is quick to talk, and Qiao admires it very much. In that case, let's talk about my deputy gang leader, Gang Ma. Half a month ago, my deputy gang leader, Gang Ma, died at the hands of a chokehold. There are people in the world.
The person who uses this method cannot do anything but the Murong family of Gusu who repays the other person with the same method. Now that we have met, Qiao wants to ask Mr. Murong, what do you think of this matter?"
Qiao Feng said, his tone became serious, a strong aura rose up, and his energy was vaguely locked on Murong Fu.