Everyone was shocked, and Guo Jing's eyes were full of doubts, "Why did Mr. Murong say this?"
"To be honest, I have fought against him before."
Everyone couldn't help but ask: "What's the result?"
"When he was still crazy, the battle was a draw. After he regained his consciousness, there was no fight."
Murong Fu was embarrassed to say that it was because of him that Ouyang Feng regained his consciousness.
Except for Hao Datong, everyone had strange expressions on their faces. They originally had high hopes for Murong Fu, but they didn't expect that this young man was too impetuous.
He started talking about how he could get a tie with the crazy Ouyang Feng. Who didn't know that the crazy Ouyang Feng won the first place in the second Huashan sword debate. He was almost the best person in the world!
After Murong Fu said this, he did not explain anymore. Anyway, he promised Huang Rong to take action three times. This time, Huang Rong can arrange the action.
The position of leader of the martial arts alliance was in name only, and of little benefit. He didn't care who it ended up in.
Huang Rong looked at Murong Fu carefully and then suddenly said: "How confident are you that Mr. Murong will face Ouyang Feng?"
Murong Fu pondered for a while, "We are 70% sure of a tie, 20% sure of winning, and 10% sure of losing."
In fact, he just didn't want to talk too much. In his mind, the chance of winning was at least 50%, and the worst was a draw, with no possibility of losing.
Everyone had disapproval on their faces, even Huang Rong didn't believe it. So he was even more powerful than Brother Jing!
"Then just leave Jinlun Dharma King to me!" Murong Fu was happy to deal with Jinlun Dharma King, because although Jinlun Dharma King had high martial arts skills and almost no actual combat experience, he was countless times easier to deal with than Ouyang Feng.
When Murong Fu said this, Huang Rong became suspicious of Dou Tusheng, with hesitation in her eyes, and suddenly smiled sweetly, "I wonder who is better, Master Murong or Brother Jing?"
In normal times, Guo Jing would definitely say humbly, "Mr. Murong is smarter."
But tomorrow's battle was extremely important, so he couldn't help but be careless, so he said, "Why don't you ask Mr. Murong to challenge me?"
Murong Fu's eyes flashed with heat, but then he said: "Guo Daxia will have a big battle tomorrow, and it is not appropriate to compromise our combat power now."
Guo Jing smiled honestly and said, "We each use our strength until the point is reached!"
Having said that, Murong Fu could no longer refuse, so he stepped back a few feet and stood with his hands behind his back, "Come on!"
Neither of them used any moves. Guo Jing raised a flat palm, and Murong Fu punched straight out. With a "bang" sound, the fists and palms met, and a vertical ripple of energy spread out between the two.
Wherever the force passed, the tables, chairs and benches split into two pieces like knives.
The two faced off for a long time, and their internal strength seemed to be evenly matched. Murong Fu smiled slightly, "Guo Daxia, how much power did you use?"
Guo Jing was stunned for a moment. Didn't he agree that he would have one success rate? "10%!"
"I only used half of it. Be careful, Sir Guo, I'm going to use 10%!" Murong Fu said and used his half-success power again. Guo Jing was immediately defeated and was knocked back several steps with "thump thump thump".
Everyone looked surprised. When Murong Fu fought off Huo Dou and Dalba with a piece of chicken bone, everyone knew that he had deep inner strength, but they didn't expect that he was even deeper than Guo Jing.
However, the level of a person's martial arts cannot be judged solely on internal strength.
Guo Jing also thought the same way, "Mr. Murong, let's try our fists and kicks next."
Murong Fu thought it was too troublesome to try the same thing, so he simply said: "Just use your strongest move to attack me!"
Guo Jing was stunned, what if I hurt you? Then he thought, with just one power, Mr. Murong's deep internal power would not hurt him even if he couldn't catch it.
"Mr. Murong, be careful, Guo is about to strike!" Guo Jing reminded him, making a circle with his left hand and striking out with his right hand, which was "A strong dragon has regrets".
Guo Jing had a pure mind and had been practicing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms for decades. Although he only used one successful power now, his palm power was still extremely mellow, and he hit Murong Fu like a small wall.
Murong Fu felt a little depressed, so he couldn't help but take a deep breath, put his fingers together, counted quickly, and finally struck out with his palm. Guo Jing's strong palm force immediately dissipated.
Everyone looked at it dumbfounded. They might have been able to catch Guo Jing's palm just now, but it was not that easy. As for whether Murong Fu only used one of his powers, they would not doubt it.
Seeing the shocked expressions of everyone, Murong Fusheng held back the words "This place deserves applause" and did not say out loud, but looked at Guo Jing indifferently.
Guo Jing was also a little surprised, and then nodded happily, "Mr. Murong is indeed smarter than me!"
Huang Rong also looked happy, "Then Ouyang Feng will be handed over to Mr. Murong tomorrow!"
Murong Fu's face froze, and then he gave a wry smile. He had been so competitive for a moment that he got himself into big trouble, but now that the matter had come to this, he could only nod in agreement.
Guo Jing looked solemn, stepped forward and bowed his hands: "Tomorrow it will all be up to Brother Murong!"
The rest of the crowd also said in unison: "It's all thanks to Mr. Murong!"
Seeing how solemn they were, Murong Fu, who had originally planned to hold back, felt a little embarrassed, clasped his fists and said, "I will go all out." Then he said goodbye and left.
Looking at Murong Fu's retreating figure, Huang Rong looked at Guo Jing, "Brother Jing, is he really better than you?"
Guo Jing nodded. Not only did he not feel embarrassed, but he was actually a little happy. After all, if he faced Ouyang Feng, he would not be able to remain undefeated.
Hao Datong murmured: "Indeed, it was already so powerful ten years ago..."
Guo Jing asked: "Oh? Uncle Master knows him?"
In his early years, he learned the internal martial arts of the Quanzhen sect from Ma Yu. Although Ma Yu did not accept him as his disciple, he always treated him as a teacher. Even now, his martial arts are countless more than those of the Quanzhen disciples.
present.
Hao Datong looked complicated, "I feel ashamed to say that he was still an eleven or twelve-year-old boy at that time. I falsely claimed that I had profound attainments in swordsmanship, but I was defeated by him."
"After I returned home, I almost became obsessed with it. Later, it was thanks to the guidance of Senior Brother Qiu that I was able to get rid of my inner demon."
Everyone was immediately filled with emotion.
Murong Fu left the meeting hall, randomly asked a Beggar Clan disciple, and then headed towards the small courtyard of the Emei Sect. He wanted to find out.
Why did Zhiruo forget him? If she forgot naturally, then that would be fine. If it was man-made, she would definitely go to settle the score with Old Ni Jue.
Not long after, Murong Fu arrived at the small courtyard of the Emei Sect, crossed the courtyard wall, and saw two female nuns guarding one of the rooms. He immediately understood that Zhiruo was among them.
Murong Fu didn't want to disturb others, so he looked around and found that this house had no windows.
Having no choice but to stretch out two fingers, two very slight "chichi" sounds came out, and the two female nuns fell asleep.
Murong Fu moved and held the two people who were about to fall, leaning against the pillar next to them.