"Are you from Xiangyang City?" Kublai Khan thought of something and asked.
Wu Xingyun was noncommittal, "Okay, no need to talk nonsense. I have been chasing you for a few days, but I haven't found an opportunity. At least it hasn't caused a big disaster."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and exhaled his inner energy, and a blue ball of light about the size of a foot condensed out of thin air.
A palpitating breath spread, and Master Lingzhi felt coldness coming out of his vest. He shouted sternly, "My lord, leave quickly. The poor monk is holding her back!"
"Master, be careful!" Kublai Khan said with a flash of his eyes, got up and ran away.
Wu Xingyun sneered, opened his hands, and split the cyan ball of light into two parts. Master Lingzhi wanted to hold her back, but it was just nonsense.
But at this moment, a clear voice sounded, "Wait a minute, don't kill him yet."
Then a white shadow flashed in the tent, and a figure appeared, it was Murong Fu.
When Wu Xingyun heard the voice, his body trembled slightly. When he saw him in person, he immediately froze in place. The powerful light ball in his hand shrank sharply and finally disappeared.
Everyone in the tent was also stunned, Huo Ayi was so excited that he almost screamed, but Kublai Khan was as if he were mourning for his heir. Although he had never seen Murong Fu, he had paid attention to this person very early, so he had seen him.
's portrait.
Murong Fu ignored the others and walked straight to Wu Xingyun. He flicked his sleeves and wiped away her veil, revealing a delicate and flawless little face.
Wu Xingyun changed his previous arrogance and domineering attitude, his cheeks turned slightly red, he wanted to lower his head, but stopped. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. His fingers were entangled together, looking quite at a loss.
After Murong Fu took a closer look, he praised softly, "You are indeed getting younger and younger. I wonder if you will get bigger if you practice for a few more years."
Wu Xingyun's height now only reaches his chest.
Wu Xingyun's face darkened, and he sighed quietly, "The Everlasting Eternal Spring Kung Fu can only make people look immortal, but it cannot change their body shape. I will always look like this from now on."
"Then I can rest assured, I like you the way you are now." Murong Fu said with a smile.
Wu Xingyun was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, the next moment, Murong Fu suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her cheek, "But why didn't you finish what I told you?"
Wu Xingyun's face turned red. He wanted to hide but couldn't. He said in a panic, "Don't... don't do this!"
Murong Fu ignored her and rubbed her cute little face until it was deformed before letting go with satisfaction.
"Murong Fu!" Suddenly a cold shout rang out, "What is your relationship with this woman?"
Murong Fu looked back and saw that it was Huo Ayi who was speaking.
He was stunned for a moment, then realized, "She is my woman. What, do you have any objections?"
When Wu Xingyun heard this, his face turned red and he was very shy.
Huo Ayi was furious, "You flirt with others everywhere, how can you be worthy of Qingtong and Kasili?"
At this time, Master Lingzhi suddenly said, "The poor monk remembered that Master mentioned that the Everlasting Eternal Spring Kung Fu is the unique martial arts of the Tianshan Child Grandmother. Could this girl be the Tianshan Child Grandmother?"
"What, Tianshan Child Mother?" Kublai Khan was surprised, "Isn't that an old monster that is almost a hundred years old? How can it be so young?"
As he spoke, he looked Wu Xingyun up and down, as if wondering how a hundred-year-old man could be so young.
When Wu Xingyun heard these words, he was struck by lightning in an instant, his blush faded away, his face turned pale, he said "I'll leave this to you", and ducked out of the tent.
She had always felt inferior to her age, so it would be okay if no one knew about it, but now that someone recognized her identity in person, she suddenly felt ashamed.
Murong Fu also looked a little embarrassed. He turned his eyes and stared at Master Lingzhi coldly, "Master, didn't your master teach you not to slap someone in the face or to expose someone's shortcomings?"
When Master Lingzhi was stared at by him, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He regretted not falling, "I'm a poor monk... I'm a poor monk..."
Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu took action violently. In an instant, the situation changed, and a large handprint about ten feet long was photographed in the air.
The overwhelming force made it difficult for Master Lingzhi to breathe, his body was suffocated, and he was unable to dodge. In the midst of lightning and flint, he had to concentrate all his strength on his palms and shoot upward.
There was a loud bang, and the big handprint hit the ground without any hindrance. The ground shook a few times, and smoke and dust were everywhere. The red carpet in the tent was torn apart, the tables, chairs, and benches were all broken into pieces. Kublai Khan who was close was also blown away.
, vomited a large mouthful of blood.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, everyone turned around and saw that Master Lingzhi had been shot into the ground, with the top of his head level with the ground. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive, but he was probably dead.
Murong Fu clapped his hands, flicked the dust off his body, walked to Kublai Khan's big wolf-skin chair, sat down leisurely, and then looked at Huo Ayi, "General Huo?"
There was no concealed mockery in his words.
Huo Ayi was shocked by the palm he just struck, and he still hasn't recovered yet.
Murong Fu smiled slightly and said, "Sit down and talk, don't be restrained."
Huo Ayi sat down as he was told, then realized what he was saying and jumped up suddenly, "Murong Fu, it doesn't matter if you are good at martial arts. Can you do whatever you want if you are good at martial arts?"
Murong Fu pondered for a moment and nodded seriously, "You can't be wrong in saying that. With high martial arts skills, one can indeed do whatever one wants."
"You..." Huo Ayi was furious, "Qingtong and Kasili are devoted to you, and they don't hesitate to share the same husband as sisters. How can you treat them like this?"
"What did I do to them?" Murong Fu retorted, "If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten that you are still the biological brother of Qingtong and Kasili, so should I call you 'brother-in-law', or General Huo, the general of the Great Yuan Dynasty?
"
"I..." Huo Ayi looked suffocated and was speechless.
"Hmph!" Murong Fu suddenly snorted coldly, "I have a marriage relationship with your Huibu tribe, and we are also in the same boat. When you were in the most difficult time, I was the one who sent countless money, grain, and iron tools to your Huibu tribe. You actually did it today.
What's the point of joining forces with outsiders to attack me?"
"I……"
"What are you, have you ever thought about Qingtong's feelings? Have you ever considered how embarrassed she would be?"
Huo Ayi's face turned red, and it took him a while to hold back a sentence, "I have no choice but to surrender. If I don't surrender, I will be exterminated when I return to my base."
"Are you afraid that the Great Yuan will exterminate the Hui tribe?" Murong Fu sneered, "What about the Murong family? The Hui tribe is the enemy of the Murong family. Aren't you afraid that the Murong family will exterminate your Hui tribe? I have no choice but to do it.
Kill you?"
After hearing this, Huo Ayi felt a sense of depression rising directly between his eyebrows. He scratched his neck and said, "If you want to kill me, then kill him. If I frown, I'll be a son of a bitch."
Murong Fu's eyes flashed coldly, and he suddenly opened his hand and pinched his neck, "Do you think I dare not kill you?"
Huo Ayi could feel the killing intent on his body, and could also feel his throat tightening little by little, but he looked at Murong Fu with joy and fearlessness, and said calmly, "I'm not afraid of death."
"Hmph, if it weren't for Qingtong's sake, do you think you could survive today?"
Huo Ayi laughed miserably, "Since my father died, I have long wanted to follow in his footsteps. You don't have to look at anyone's face, just kill him if you want."
"Mu Zhuolun is dead?" Murong Fu was slightly shocked when he heard this. He couldn't help but think of the cheerful old man. On the night of their separation two years ago, the two of them were very drunk, and Mu Zhuolun still hugged him and talked about himself.
Romance in youth.
Unexpectedly, that separation would become an eternal farewell. He also promised the Qingtong sisters to take them back to see him.
After a moment of silence, Murong Fu sighed slightly and let go of Huo Ayi, "Who killed him?"
Huo Ayi coughed violently several times and gradually regained his breath. "No one killed him. If you want to blame him, blame the war. It was the war that killed him."
Murong Fu glanced at Kublai Khan after hearing this, and then said, "Go away, take your troops and horses back to your headquarters, and never set foot in the Central Plains again."
Unexpectedly, Huo Ayi shook his head, "I won't leave!"
Murong Fu was furious and said, "Don't push yourself too far. Temujin has finished his game. With your small strength, the Murong family can be wiped out. Don't force me to kill you too!"
Huo Ayi's face moved slightly, but he still shook his head and looked outside the tent, "I want to end this war with my own hands and avenge my father."
Murong Fu was stunned and vaguely understood what he meant, "You want to deal with Dayuan?"
Huo Ayi nodded, "If Dayuan is not destroyed, the people who returned to the tribe will never live in peace, and my father's spirit in heaven will never rest in peace."
"It turns out...it turns out that you had ulterior motives for accepting the surrender of this king." Kublai Khan suddenly said.
Hoa Yi remained silent.
Murong Fu's eyes flashed for a while, "Well, I'll give you a chance."
"No need!" Huo Ayi suddenly turned his head to look at Kublai Khan, "My army has been deployed long ago and surrounded the Fourth Prince's army. Previously, it was only because of Temujin's men that they did not launch an attack. But now
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As he spoke, he suddenly ducked out, the sword flashed, and chopped off a general's head.
Seeing this, Kublai Khan was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Murong Fu did not stop Huo Ayi. These generals were seriously injured by Wu Xingyun and had no strength to resist.
Soon, Hoa Yi killed all the generals who fell on the ground, and then took out a bamboo tube, which was a signal bomb.
He was about to send a signal when Murong Fu suddenly stopped him.
"What?" Huo Ayi asked confused.
Murong Fu rolled his eyes, "How many troops do you have left?"
"Less than 20,000," Huo Ayi replied.
"Where's Kublai Khan?"
"A little over thirty thousand."
"With less than 20,000 troops, can you survive even if 30,000 people are surrounded?"
"You don't need to worry about this." Huo Ayi said in a stiff tone, obviously still resentful of Murong Fu's previous actions, "All their generals are dead, and without anyone to command them, the army will inevitably collapse."
"What about the other 50,000 troops?" Murong Fu asked again.
Huo Ayi's face was sluggish, and he was also dizzy with anger. In fact, his original plan was to wait for Kublai Khan to attack the city, and then he would wait for an opportunity to defect on the battlefield. He didn't want to have too many accidents tonight. First, Kublai Khan changed his mind and refused to support the iron army.
Mu Zhen, then Murong Fu and Wu Xingyun came out halfway, and then he decided to kill all the generals and order an attack.