Chapter six hundred and sixty-eight strike up a conversation
"Xiaosheng Junshan Island's Fang family, Fang Xiaoyi, may I ask the girl her name and where she came from?" A dignified young man in a Confucian shirt asked an Emei female disciple.
That Emei disciple has a pretty and sweet appearance. He grew up in Mount Emei since he was a child. In the past, when he went down the mountain, the disciples from other sects met him respectfully and never went overboard. But today, he was stopped by a young man and chatted with him. He couldn't help but blush.
Reddish.
The young master who called himself Fang Xiaoyi couldn't help but feel moved when he saw the woman like this. He liked it very much. He opened his hands and stopped the Emei disciple who was about to dodge.
I can’t help myself, but I hope the girl will tell me my name. How about we make friends?”
When has a female disciple ever experienced such an explicit confession? Her face immediately turned red and she was at a loss. She wanted to hit the person in front of her away with a palm, but she reached out and didn't hit the smiling person. The person in front of her just didn't do anything out of the ordinary.
It's quite inappropriate to hit someone.
With Fang Xiaoyi as the instigator, five or six young men rushed in from the door of the inn. They were all well-dressed and seemed to have made plans. They each identified an Emei disciple and stepped forward to stop the girl and perform to their heart's content.
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"Girl, I am a member of the Daomu family of knights. I heard that you are from the Central Plains. Are there many masters in the Central Plains?"
"Girl, I see that your body is weak and it is really not suitable to stay in this chaotic and dirty place. Why not follow me to Jiuyuan Island, where you will be comfortable and comfortable."
"Girl, are you married? I see you are in love, the stars are moving, and you are about to meet your Mr. Right..."
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Murong Fu almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. Are all the people on Xiake Island so hungry?
Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly. Although she did not object to the love between sisters and sisters, or even getting married and having children, the Emei Sect was a place of Buddhism after all, and it would be inappropriate to be teased and flirted with in broad daylight.
"Hey, Master Zhou is angry," Zhao Min covered his mouth and chuckled, saying sarcastically, "It's ridiculous that some people can't even control themselves, so why bother controlling others."
But seeing Zhou Zhiruo's slightly cold eyes, Murong Fu hurriedly stretched out his hand under the table and pressed Zhao Min's little hand, signaling her to stop making trouble.
Zhao Min pouted and said nothing more.
"Get out!" Suddenly, Zhou Zhiruo shouted in a cold voice. The sound was not loud, but it spread clearly throughout the entire hall. After hearing this, the Emei disciples all turned pale and their delicate bodies trembled slightly.
The young masters also had different reactions. Some looked stunned, with a flash of surprise in their eyes, while others looked at the table where Zhou Zhiruo was sitting with interest. However, they could no longer look away from Murong Fu.
Around her, Dai Qisi, Zhao Min, Zhou Zhiruo, Xiao Zhao, etc., except for one Zhu'er whose face was covered, they were all peerless beauties.
The young masters had previously only noticed the Emei disciples, but had not paid attention to Murong Fu and others sitting in the corner.
"My dear, am I hallucinating? There is such a beauty in the world..." A young man in a blue silk shirt murmured.
"It's over, it's over, my heart has been stolen, and my soul is gone..." A young man in white clattered his folding fan to the ground, looking straight at Dai Qisi.
"I want that Xiaojiabiyu girl, no one is allowed to take it from me!" A young man in red slammed the table, pointed at Xiao Zhao, and shouted with a slightly crazy expression.
After saying that, he suddenly took a step forward, leaning forward slightly. The energy in his body from the inside out suddenly condensed into one point. With a "roar", he crashed into Murong Fu with an overwhelming force. This man
He seemed arrogant, but in fact he was very thoughtful. He seemed to know how extraordinary Murong Fu was, and he used all his skills when he made a move.
A strange color flashed in Murong Fu's eyes. This kind of kung fu was very rare. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in one external kung fu was already the most powerful martial arts he had ever seen. But compared with the person in front of him, he was a bit different.
The feeling of a small witch seeing a big witch is not that the martial arts of the person in front of me is better than the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but that the aura is more domineering than the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
In the blink of an eye, a mountain of energy flew in front of Murong Fu. The women around him immediately raised their energy, but at this moment, Murong Fu slammed the table, and a chopstick in front of him suddenly flew up and instantly turned into a
A destructive white light.
Just hearing a harsh sound of "puff", Mr. Long's energy was instantly pierced and dispersed, while the white light from the chopsticks continued to shoot towards the center of Mr. Long's eyebrows.
The young master named Long was shocked. He had just made a move. He not only used all his strength, but also used a special move to press the bottom of the box. Unexpectedly, he was broken by Murong Fu with just one move. At this moment, he still had no ability to dodge.
"Hide quickly!" A young man in green clothes next to him suddenly stretched out his hands, pushed Mr. Long away with one hand, and a green light flashed in the other hand, and he picked up the chopsticks with two fingers.
With a sound of "Zi Liu", blood spurted out. Mr. Long was saved by him, but his hand was cut by the chopsticks. There was a deep cut on the two middle fingers. The joints were clearly visible. If it weren't for
If a little bit of flesh sticks to the skin, I'm afraid two fingers will fall off.
The young man in Tsing Yi held his right hand in pain, feeling so painful that he just wanted to cry.
The young master surnamed Long was pushed at the critical moment and escaped death. However, seeing the appearance of the young master in Qingyi, he still didn’t realize that he had just saved him. He hurriedly said, "Thank you, Brother Mu, for saving me. What's wrong with your hands?"
That’s it.”
With their fingers linked to their hearts, the young man in Tsing Yi gritted his teeth in pain, and how could he think of talking to him.
"You have some skills, how about you try this trick from me?" Murong Fu smiled faintly, and then he patted the table again, and another chopstick shot out, turning into a sword light and stabbing at Mr. Long, which was even more powerful than before.
a bit.
Mr. Long's expression changed greatly, and he wanted to dodge, but the sword light seemed to have locked onto him. It felt like all the flaws in his body were exposed in front of it, and he had nowhere to hide.
"Young Master, please show mercy!" At this moment, a loud shout came, and then a sharp red light came in from the lobby door. The red light reached Young Master Long and suddenly turned around, bypassing Young Master Long, and then hit him.
Go to the light of the sword transformed by the chopsticks.
There was a loud "Pfft" sound, and the red light faded away, revealing a short and fat figure. At this moment, he was holding his palms outward, with a palm force stored in his palms, firmly holding against a chopstick.
"Third uncle!" Mr. Long recognized the identity of the person immediately and shouted excitedly.
Murong Fu was no stranger to the visitor. He was none other than Zhang San, one of the two envoys who rewarded good and punished evil. Seeing that the chopsticks were about to collapse, Murong Fu raised his hand and struck out. The force attached to the chopsticks through the air made the chopsticks more powerful.