"Single fight?" Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly and blurted out the question.
Hong Qigong was stunned for a moment and couldn't help rolling his eyes, "Why, do you think you can defeat two people with one against two?"
Murong Fu smiled coquettishly, and his heart became eager to move again. After all, if he challenged one of them alone, he thought that even if he lost, he wouldn't be too far behind. For such a legendary figure, now that he has met him, he doesn't want to fight.
is fake.
Hong Qigong turned his head and glanced at Feng Qingyang, "This guy is pretty good, I'm going to stretch my shins!"
Feng Qingyang took a deep look at Murong Fu and slightly curved his mouth, "I'll wait and see!"
After saying that, I couldn't see him moving, and his body actually moved two or three feet to the other side out of thin air.
Murong Fu's pupils shrank slightly when he stepped forward. Not to mention anything else, he asked himself that he couldn't do Feng Qingyang's effortless Qinggong. Then he glanced at the four people behind him and said, "You guys should also stay away!"
"Sir, be careful!" Ting Feng Chui Xue said in unison, then stepped away a few feet away.
Yue Lingshan opened her mouth, but said nothing, and followed Lin Pingzhi and retreated.
Murong Fu then looked at Hong Qigong and made a gesture of invitation with his right hand, "Senior, please enlighten me!"
"You are a junior in the martial arts world. Lao Jinghua will give you three moves first, so as not to say that I am bullying the younger ones!" Hong Qigong picked up the scarlet gourd on his waist, took a big sip of wine, then put his hands behind his back and slowly
said.
Murong Fu's eyes narrowed slightly. With his character, he would never be polite when someone asked him to use three moves. He must have used his strongest three moves with thunderous momentum. But when he saw Hong Qigong's gray beard and hair,
When the wrinkles between his eyebrows became more and more aged, he couldn't help but wonder, if he was beaten to death with one palm, would Guo Jing fight for his life?
Seeing that Murong Fu was hesitant to take action, Hong Qigong seemed to be hesitating for something. He thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, kid. Old Beggar won't really hurt you. As long as you use your full strength and spar with me to prove it."
Now, it will be revealed today!"
Murong Fu was speechless at the moment, "Am I afraid that you will hurt me?" He cursed in his heart, and said rather tactfully: "Senior, I don't know something. This junior has just mastered his magical skills, so I am afraid that if I don't control my strength well, I will hurt my senior...
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"Pfft." Tingfeng, who was not far away, couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud, "You old beggar is so funny. My young master's skills are unparalleled in ancient and modern times. You can't hurt him just because you say it! But you are the one who hurts me."
Even at this age, I don’t know if I can get slapped by my young master!”
Tingfeng had been influenced by Murong Fu since childhood. Except for Murong Fu, she had no concept of respect and inferiority. When Yue Lingshan and Lin Pingzhi faced martial arts veterans like Hong Qigong, they not only made fun of him, but also spoke loudly.
Don't dare.
Feng Qingyang couldn't help but chuckle, "You old beggar, stop pretending to be humble. I'm sure that if you really let him do three moves, you will definitely be defeated by him!"
Hong Qigong seemed to be greatly stimulated, and immediately glared angrily, "Boy, even if I die in your hands, I won't blame you, just take action!"
"But Xiangyang City..."
Before the word "Jing" came out of his mouth, Hong Qigong reached into the air with his right hand, drew a semicircle, and with a cry, a round and mellow palm force flew towards Murong Fu like a wall. It was Jianglong.
Eighteen palms, and it is the most powerful Kanglong Yougui.
Before the palm force came, the strong wind blew Murong Fu's sleeves and robes. Even Yue Lingshan and others, who were several feet away, felt the strong wind blowing on their faces, their breaths were stiff, and they secretly exclaimed, it was indeed Nine Fingers.
The beggar Hong Qigong has such momentum as soon as he takes action, but I don’t know if Master Murong can resist it!
Yue Lingshan had a worried look on her face, but Lin Pingzhi had seen Murong Fu attack before and knew that such palm power would not be able to stop him. As for Ting Feng and Chui Xue, in their hearts, Murong Fu was the best in the world and there was nothing to worry about.
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"Chi chi chi" sounded several times, Murong Fu raised several fingers in the air with both hands, and immediately shot out several hot and pure finger forces, hitting the wall of Hong Qigong's palms respectively.
What surprised Murong Fu was that Yiyangzhi, which had always been unfavorable, sank directly into the "wall" and disappeared without a trace, as if it had been "swallowed up".
After being stunned for a moment, Murong Fu realized that this was not about being swallowed, but because the power of Hong Qigong's palm seemed to be strong, but in fact it was extremely soft, so breaking the palm with his fingers lost its effect.
After Hong Qigong sent out this palm, his expression did not change at all. He suddenly jumped up in the air and slapped another palm from high up, showing that he still had some strength left.
In the flash of lightning, Murong Fu's hands blurred for a while, and he made a complicated gesture. Seeing that his palm power reached in front of him, he suddenly made a volley in the air, and all of Kang Long Youhui's palm power disappeared.
Hong Qigong, who had just landed, couldn't help but froze on the spot, but saw that Murong Fu also made a circle with his left hand, and pushed the palm of his right hand up diagonally. A "roar" sounded like a dragon's roar, and a small mountain of palm force hit him.
Hong Qigong's palm power in the air.
"Bang bang" two explosion sounds were heard, and the palm power of both sides dissipated.
It's a long story, but from the time Hong Qigong used his palm to Murong Fu defused it, it only took two or three breaths.
Hong Qigong was dumbfounded, "Boy, do you know how to subdue the dragon with the Eighteen Palms?"
Murong Fu smiled slightly and was about to pretend to be a bit mysterious when Feng Qingyang's slightly questioning voice came from the side, "Could this be the fate of the Murong family?"
Murong Fu swallowed the words that came to his throat immediately, and rolled his eyes at Feng Qingyang, "Yes, it's just a matter of time!"
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that there is such a wonderful martial arts in the world. I guess the reason why your Murong family is called 'repaying others with their own way' is probably because of this skill!" Hong Qigong was amazed.
, after thinking for a moment, you will understand the origin of the Murong family's reputation.
Murong Fu smiled and said vaguely, "Probably!"
Hong Qigong didn't ask any further questions, his eyes were full of energy, "Just now Lao Beggar used three points of force, now he has to use six points of force, be careful!"
Immediately, he raised a palm with his hand and pushed it upwards. The power of the palm was condensed but not released. When Murong Fu came closer, he struck out with a loud palm, and a powerful force like a divine dragon roared out.
Another move of "Arrogance and Regret", but compared to the previous one, the force of the palm was a little weaker, but it was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye it was already a few inches in front of Murong Fu.
Murong Fu was shocked. He had never seen such Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms before. He immediately turned around with all his internal energy, and his body surface seemed to be covered with a layer of gleaming white light, which was the body-protecting true energy.
But as soon as the white light lit up, Hong Qigong's power was already on his body, and Murong Fu had to twist his body as hard as he could. There was a very slight collision sound, and a small part of the power still hit Murong Fu, and most of the rest of his palm hit him.
He flew straight out.
"Master!" At this moment, even Tingfeng, who had always trusted Murong Fu very much, couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Murong Fu used his strength to slide a few feet to the side, and Hong Qigong followed him like a shadow. He used the move "Dense Clouds Cannot Rain", and alternately shot with both palms. Murong Fu was immediately surrounded by numerous palm shadows, but none of his actual palms were able to strike.
Murong Fu snorted softly and flipped his hand with the "Tian Luo Di Net". Suddenly, a palm shadow many times larger than Hong Qigong's was struck out and enveloped him. The previous palm shadow of Hong Qigong was also struck and dissipated.
Empty.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly, among the dense palm shadows, a large, slightly greasy hand came out from a rather strange angle and patted his chest.
Murong Fu was stunned at first, and then his expression changed drastically. This was Hong Qigong's palm. Even though this palm was ordinary, if he had been slapped, he would have suffered some slight injuries anyway. The most important thing was that Tai
Losing face!
He immediately closed the trap, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and Murong Fu took several steps back before he stopped.
Murong Fu looked at Hong Qigong with a solemn expression, "May I ask, senior, what kind of martial arts is this?"
Hong Qigong was slightly startled, "The old beggar used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"
"Is it possible that the senior is deceiving me? Although the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon also emphasize the combination of hardness and softness, and have mysterious changes, senior's martial arts are obviously a bit weird and extremely fast. How can they be the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon!" Murong
Fu's face looked a little ugly. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is said to be the pinnacle of external skills. It is indestructible and indestructible. If coupled with such weird speed, what other martial arts in the world can rival it?
Hong Qigong was stunned for a moment, "What? Have you ever seen the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon?"
Murong Fu hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said: "Yes, the other two people in the world who have mastered the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to perfection have fought against each other before!"
"One of the people you are talking about is Guo Jing, right? Who is the other person?" Hong Qigong asked with confusion on his face.
He knew about Guo Jing's Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon, but he had never heard of another person being able to perfect this palm technique.
"The other person's name is Qiao Feng, he should be renamed Xiao Feng now!"
Hong Qigong touched his chin with a look of reminiscence on his face, "I remember that among the people who passed through the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, there was no one like this?"
Murong Fu was stunned at first, and then realized that Hong Qigong must have been aloof from worldly affairs in these years and had never heard of Qiao Feng. He explained slightly: "You have three members of the clan. Xiao Feng is the descendant of Wang Jiantong, the leader of the Northern Beggar Clan.
, he also served as the leader of the Beggar Clan in the North, and he reached the pinnacle of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, and he is probably on par with Daxia Guo!"
Hong Qigong suddenly had a strange expression on his face. There was actually a second person in the world who could rival Guo Jing, and he was also a member of the Beggar Clan. He just remembered what Murong Fu said about "having been the leader of the Beggar Clan" and couldn't help but be stunned. "How old is he?"
How old are you?"
"About thirty!" Murong Fu replied truthfully.
"That's not right. He is in his prime. Why did he serve once, but not now?"
Murong Fu turned to look at Tingfeng, and Tingfeng understood, "I heard that he is a Khitan and was adopted by the Han people since he was a child. Not long ago, some people with ulterior motives in the Gui Gang revealed his identity and forcibly removed him from the position of leader."