"If the young master participates in the Huashan sword debate, he will definitely come back as the best in the world!" Tingfeng said with a smile. In her eyes, no matter what, Murong Fu must be the best in the world.
"No. 1 in the world? Young people don't know how high the sky is. What a big tone!" At this time, a slightly mocking old voice came.
Murong Fuxun heard the sound, but it came from another table next to him.
There were four people sitting at the table, two of them dressed exactly the same, an old man with a high nose and deep eyes, with slightly white temples and piercing eyes. One was in his forties, with a square face and a broad nose, quite a bit of a simple and honest look.
He was a little older, had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and his eyes were listening to the wind wantonly. He glanced back and forth at Chui Xue and the two girls, and what he just said was exactly what he said.
Murong Fu didn't care at first, but when he saw the weapons of the two men, his pupils shrank slightly. They turned out to be a short staff with a deer head and a pair of crane-billed pens. Originally, similar Qimen weapons were not uncommon in the world.
But such a coincidental pairing reminded Murong Fu of the famous two elders Xuanming, Luzhangke and Hebiweng.
Looking to the side, sure enough, I saw a young man sitting next to them, wearing a sapphire blue silk shirt, eating wine and food slowly, his movements were extremely elegant, and his appearance was full of elegance and luxury.
The last person on the table has his back to Murong Fu, and his face cannot be seen, but based on his figure, it can be seen that this person has a hunchback.
With such a special combination, Murong Fu couldn't tell that this group of people was Zhao Min and his subordinates. The hunchbacked old man was probably Fan Yao, the right envoy of the Ming Sect who had sneaked into the Ruyang Prince's Palace under the pseudonym Ku Toutuo, pretending to be deaf and mute.
The martial arts sects in the Central Plains were besieging Guangmingding. People from the Ruyang Palace were originally instigating them. At this time, Zhao Min appeared here. He didn't know what his purpose was, Murong Fu thought in his mind.
Tingfeng glared at Luzhangke with great disgust, then rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "We really don't know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is. Please give me some advice."
There were a lot of diners in the restaurant, and the noise was very noisy. However, these two sentences of dialogue came to everyone's ears very clearly. The hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone was surprised. These two people have such a deep understanding.
Internal strength! Then he looked at the table of Murong Fu and Lu Zhangke respectively.
Especially when I saw one of the two twin girls who was speaking so beautifully, I was both surprised and amazed. I immediately looked at Murong Fu who was sitting between the two girls and looked very displeased, as if he was in for a good show.
"Little girl, come here, I will tell you how high and thick the sky is!" After hearing Tingfeng's words, Luzhangke was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and said with a slight smile.
In fact, he was also extremely surprised. The little girl was not very old, but her inner strength was so pure. He had misjudged her earlier.
"Sir, this old man is so annoying. He has been staring at the two of us since we entered the restaurant!" Tingfeng whispered close to Murong Fu's ear.
Seeing that the two of them were so close, Luzhangke's face immediately turned gloomy. In his opinion, these two little girls were already his favorites, so naturally he would not allow others to interfere with them.
Zhao Min could tell that Luzhangke was interested in the two twin girls, but he didn't say much. After all, it was extremely difficult for a peerless master like Luzhangke to regain his subordinates, and he had to do what he wanted.
That's fine, and one of Luzhangke's major hobbies is female sex. They are just two little girls who have never met each other, so there is no need to make his subordinates dissatisfied.
"Old man, I see you have lived a long time, and you probably don't know how high the sky is and how thick it is!" Murong Fu replied with a slight smile, but there was a hint of murderous intent in his words.
He was already extremely unhappy. With his character, he would have dared to covet his woman so blatantly, so he would have taken action to show him off. But this group was different. The two elders Xuan Ming and Ku Toutuo had to deal with it.
Getting down won't be a problem, but since Zhao Min is here, it's likely that her men are also nearby, so it's better to find out the situation first.
He glanced around, and sure enough, on another table not far behind Zhao Min, there were eight big men in different costumes sitting, with swords on their waists and bows and arrows on their backs. They were strong and their eyes were shining and extremely sharp.
, it is Zhao Min’s capable subordinate, the Eight Heroes of the Arrow.
The aura of these eight people was not very strong, but Murong Fu, who knew how powerful the Eight Divine Arrows were, did not dare to look down upon them. Since the opponent was known as the Divine Arrow, he must have extremely good archery skills, and he was in a narrow place like a restaurant.
In this place, no matter how confident Murong Fu was, he didn't think he could dodge the opponent's magic arrows intact while being surrounded by three decisive masters.
At this time, Luzhangke was very angry. No one had dared to talk to him like this for many years, and he did not hide the murderous intention in his words. Then he snorted coldly, waved his right hand, and two chopsticks flew out from the table.
It was mixed with a strong wind and shot towards Murong Fu.
"Unbridled!" Ting Fengjiao shouted and reached out to slap the table. The same two chopsticks shook and flew out from the table automatically. With two "chichi" sounds, Luzhangke's two chopsticks were broken in half.
Then he turned slightly in the air and shot at the deer stick guest without slowing down, hoping to take the opportunity to teach this old man a lesson for being rude to him.
A look of disdain flashed through Luzhangke's eyes, and he reached out to grab it. However, Tingfeng had been practicing the Shenzu Sutra since he was a child, and his skills were pure and mysterious. The chopsticks attached to them were even sharper. Luzhangke was unprepared for a moment.
Unable to hold it, two chopsticks passed across the palm of the hand, making two cuts, and blood flowed out.
In front of so many people, especially in front of the princess, he was actually injured by a little girl with two chopsticks. Luzhangke could no longer keep it off his face. He immediately became angry with embarrassment, his face turned red, and he swayed towards Tingfeng.
go.
The people at the table between the two tables had already panicked and hid aside when the two sides took action. The deer stick guest was unimpeded and was already in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Tingfeng was about to stand up to meet the enemy, but Murong Fu stretched out his hand and pressed her shoulder, saying lightly: "I'll do it!"
Then he used the Nine-Yang Divine Art with eight successful powers and struck out with one palm.
When Luzhangke saw Murong Fu take action, he thought to himself that it was just right, but he wanted to take the opportunity to kill the pretty boy with his palm.
But Murong Fu's hand was too fast. Before Luzhangke had time to change his move, a scorching and unusually huge force came from his palm. Then there was a "crack" and a sharp pain hit his right arm. Luzhangke's body was even worse than when he came.
Flying back at a fast speed.
With a "bang", Luzhangke landed on the table behind Zhao Min where the Eight Heroes of the Arrow were sitting, smashing the table to pieces.
"Senior brother!" Hebiweng was startled and hurriedly got up to help Deerzhangke.
"It's broken, it's broken, don't touch me!" Luzhangke was touched by Hebiweng on his right arm, and he hurriedly stopped him. At this time, he was constantly sucking cold air in his mouth, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. It was obvious that he was in pain.
Extreme place.
Just now, his right arm was broken by Murong Fu's palm. Speaking of which, he was unlucky. Originally, with his martial arts, even if he was not as good as Murong Fu, he could still sustain a hundred and eighty moves. Unexpectedly, he was careless and added
The Nine Yang Divine Art used by Murong Fu happened to restrain his Xuanming Divine Palm, and then he was seriously injured by Murong Fu's move.
"Break off your arm and give you a small punishment. If you don't know how to advance or retreat again, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Murong Fu glanced at Luzhangke and said coldly.
Zhao Min also glanced at Murong Fu with some surprise. She had noticed this man when he came in earlier. He had a very special aura and looked good. However, after all the masters said that this man had no internal strength, she secretly muttered.
After saying "embroidered pillow", he ignored it. He didn't expect Murong Fu to have such strong martial arts.
However, everyone in the hall did not know the details of both parties. They did not know that the old man was one of the two famous Xuan Ming elders in the world. They also said that the old man's martial arts was not very good.
Hebi Weng is dull-minded and has always led his senior brother Luzhangke. Strangely enough, although the two have a notorious reputation, they have a deep affection for each other. When he saw Luzhangke being seriously injured, he couldn't help but get angry.
Yong, shouted sharply, "You dare to hurt my senior brother, I want to see how ruthless you are!"
As he spoke, his body moved slightly, and a gray shadow flashed past. He stepped forward and struck out with a silent palm.
Deng Shi's palm force was overwhelming and he pressed towards Murong Fu.
Before the palm force came, Murong Fu could already feel a chill covering his whole body. The people who were close to him were even more unbearable. In an instant, his whole body felt cold to the bones. He tried to take a few steps back but was unable to move. He was shocked and turned pale.
, for fear of being affected by the force of the palm.
My junior brother's martial arts are already so strong, isn't my senior brother even better? Just now, Murong Fu was able to defeat the old man with just one palm. How high must this man's martial arts be? For a moment, everyone was not only shocked but shocked.
Murong Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and struck out with a palm, with a "wave" sound, his palms met.
He Bi Weng used the Xuan Ming Divine Palm with ten powerful powers, which should not be underestimated. Murong Fu felt an extremely cold force rushing towards him. Even with the protection of the Nine Yang Divine Art, the meridians of his arms suddenly
He was almost frozen, which made him unable to do anything. His body swayed, and "Teng Teng" took two steps back.
"Hmph, Xuanming Divine Palm!" Murong Fu murmured, his hands flashed with red light, and he turned around to bully me, "I also want you to learn the magical skills of one or two of my masters!"
Murong Fu whirred and struck out with two palms. Although the move was ordinary, the red light in his palms flickered and appeared very magical.
Although Hebiweng was surprised that the other party was okay despite being hit by his Xuanming Divine Palm, he didn't care about it at that moment. He shot out both palms and planned to give Murong Fu another slap.
But when Murong Fu got in front of him, he didn't touch his palms. With a flick of his wrist, the shadow of his palms changed, and he actually bypassed Hebi Weng's palms and slapped him with a "bang" from a strange angle.
Under the ribs.
Before Hebiweng could send his palm power to Murong Fu, he groaned, his body was unsteady, and he took two steps back, trying to get more energy to go up again. Suddenly, his whole body was extremely hot, as if he had been in an oven.
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He Bi Weng's face turned pale with shock. Although he had heard of the Nine Yang Divine Art, the only nemesis of Xuan Ming Divine Palm in the world, he had never seen it. At this time, he was doubtful and couldn't help but ask: "What did you use?"