After Murong Fu finished speaking, he was not in a hurry and looked at the six people with a smile, waiting for their next answer.
The remaining people didn't say anything. They were all surprised and confused. They didn't know what kind of medicine Murong Fu was selling in his gourd.
Feng Asan was restrained by Murong Fu in an understatement before. A few people knew that Murong Fu's martial arts was so high that they had never seen it before. Based on their knowledge, I am afraid that only the legendary master could compare with it. Even after all these years
Ding Chunqiu, who weighed on everyone's hearts like a big mountain, was far inferior to the young man in front of him.
I originally thought that the other party was going to such great lengths to deliberately make things difficult for everyone, but in the end, the other party just let me and others go?
Nowadays, everyone is a swordsman and I am a fish. Even if the other party wants to quietly kill a few of us and throw them into the water, it won't cost anything. Why do you want to make such a gesture?
No matter how many of them thought about it, they couldn't imagine that the reason why Murong Fu did this was because he had calculated that with his current martial arts, he could control a few of them, instead of deliberately letting them offend. His move was to completely defeat these few people psychologically.
The martial nephew with a wild temperament made several people bow to him in the future.
After a slight hesitation, Li Puppet, the youngest among the six, suddenly jumped up and slapped the candle closest to him with his palm. Unfortunately, he just made a move and before it touched the candle, his eyes went dark and he went limp.
He fell to the ground, his fingertips still an inch away from the candlestick. The remaining wind from his palm caused the candle to sway slightly, but it did not go out in the end.
Suddenly another disciple fell down, and the five of them had not yet reacted.
Murong Fu chuckled and said: "He is quite flexible in his mind, and he is not a pedantic and rigid person. He just needs to practice his martial arts."
It turned out that just now when several fellow apprentices were still trying to figure out Murong Fu's intentions, Li Puppet was already thinking about which angle to put out a candle first. He thought like this: "Anyway, I have the power of life and death for a few of my people at the moment.
Hold it in the other person’s hand. Instead of speculating on the other person’s motives, it’s better to put out a candle first and see what the other person says.”
Seeing Li Puppet fall down quietly, Doctor Xue showed a hint of unbearable color in his eyes. Speaking of which, as the fifth brother, what he felt most distressed about was his eighth brother. In name, the two were brothers, but in fact they were like father and son.
It's not an exaggeration at all. The eighth brother has been frail and sick since he was a child, and it was he, the fifth brother who studied medicine, who carefully nursed him back into good health. Therefore, among the eight friends, the two have the deepest affection and are the closest.
Seeing Doctor Xue looking at him with worried eyes, Murong Fu gently shook his head and told him not to worry. Doctor Xue saw Murong Fu acting like this and knew that the doctor was not doing anything serious, so he felt a little more relaxed.
"The five of you should discuss what to do next!" Murong Fu shook his folding fan lightly and sat down directly, not paying attention to the others at all.
It wasn't until this moment that the five people realized that the other party was not deliberately letting off steam, but was deliberately teasing them. They were immediately frightened and angry. Being teased by the other party like a cat playing with a mouse, they used the usual temper of these people. At this moment,
I can only... endure it.
After all, he and others did not have any capital to negotiate terms with their opponents. Feng Asan had brought a bag of refined gunpowder before, and they could both die together as a last resort. But now that Feng Asan had completely passed out, he had taken the bag with him.
On the body. At this moment, everyone is frightened. If there is a slight problem with this full house of candles...
There was no choice but to sit down again and discuss countermeasures.
Trying to take advantage of others is useless. The Eighth Brother's lesson just now is right in front of him. The only way now is to separate a few people to entangle Murong Fu for a while while the other person waits for the move.
Naturally, it was Kang Guangling and the others who had higher martial arts skills to hold Murong Fu back, while Shi Qinglu, the seventh sister, had lower martial arts skills, so she was the one to blow out the candles.
The five people stood firm according to the previously discussed strategy. Fan Bailing, Gou Du, and Wu Lingjun each took out their weapons. Needless to say, Fan Bailing, the chessboard in his hand was his meal. Wu Lingjun and Gou Du took out their weapons.
Each of them has a judge's pen. These judge's pens are usually used in pairs, but these two people have one each, which is indeed a bit rare.
But Kang Guangling, who had the highest martial arts among them, said nothing and seemed to be thinking about something. It wasn't until Fan Bailing reminded him that he glanced at his juniors as if he had just woken up from a dream.
Fan Bailing whispered: "Brother, why are you distracted at such a critical moment!"
Kang Guangling smiled coquettishly and said without thinking: "I'm thinking that maybe this fight doesn't need to be fought."
In the face of a powerful enemy, the eldest brother with the highest martial arts skills said such a meaningless sentence, and the four of them were shocked. But this was not the time to delve into it, so they had to ignore it for the time being. I only hope that Murong Fu can keep his promise.
Let a few people leave when the time comes.
"Have we discussed it yet?" Murong Fu said with a smile.
Each of the five people said nothing and stood still.
Kang Guangling suddenly asked: "Mr. Murong, how is your master doing lately?"
Murong Fu glanced at Kang Guangling with admiration and said with a smile: "It's very good, but the tea is a bit too unpleasant. You can try it yourself next time."
Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu's figure turned into a breeze. Shi Qinglu, a beautiful woman with a hairpin, felt a shadow flash in front of her eyes. Knowing that something was wrong, she subconsciously sprinkled a handful of pollen. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, three acupuncture points on her body
Having been hit, the whole person froze in place. The sour scholar Gou Du on the side also quietly fell to the ground.
Finally, the reaction of several people was not too slow. Fan Bailing saw the huge chessboard in his hand pressing down on Murong Fu's figure, and at the same time, the judge's pen in Leader Wu's hand flew around Murong Fu.
"Snapped"
With a muffled sound all over his body, Wu Lingjun dropped his judge's pen and was shocked: "Second brother, why did you do this to me!"
Fan Bailing looked confused: "I didn't..."
He just felt that when the chessboard was smashed towards Murong Fu, a force of skill gently pushed his dozens of kilograms of chessboard away, and then it deviated inexplicably.
Leader Wu was shocked to the point that his mouth was numb and his breath was fluctuating. Just as he was about to withdraw from the battle group, he received a blow on the back of his neck. Then he fell limply to the ground, and his personnel was unknown.
Fan Bailing was shocked. He quickly picked up the chessboard and guarded the door tightly to prevent Murong Fu from attacking again with acupuncture techniques. However, at this moment, his feet were empty and he was swept down. Then, another finger pointed at the acupuncture point.
In the blink of an eye, only Kang Guangling and Murong Fu were left standing. Kang Guangling just held the guqin in his hand throughout the whole process, with no intention of doing anything.
"When did Nephew Kang discover the problem? I have always felt that my performance was perfect." Murong Fu clasped his hands behind his back and looked at old man Kang Guangling with a smile.
At this time, Kang Guangling no longer hesitated. He dropped his guqin and saluted: "Kang Guangling, a disciple of Xiaoyao, pays homage to Master Murong!"