The sunshine in July and August is the warmest time of the year. Even though Murong Fu smiled warmly and showed no trace of anger, several people felt as if they were in an ice cellar, with chills all over their bodies.
There are thousands of kinds of martial arts in the world, but no matter how they change, there is a process of movement and exertion. Ordinary masters make a fuss about the moves, which are nothing more than the intersection of fists and feet, and the contact of weapons. A top-notch master with deep internal strength can use the air-punching palm.
There are those who specialize in martial arts, who can release their true energy to the outside and hurt people from a distance. There are also those who specialize in external martial arts, who beat their muscles and bones, and practice their kung fu to the point where they are invulnerable to weapons, fire and water.
Although the martial arts of these people are far from top-notch, because of the organization they work for, they have seen a lot of masters in the world, and they still have a good vision. But even if they add together those masters whose martial arts are shocking in their eyes,
It's not as shocking as what the young man in front of me showed just now.
It was clear that he turned around unprepared just now, but the hidden weapons fired by several people were blocked back without even touching three inches of his body!
Unheard of!
The leader of the horse-faced man swallowed unconsciously, a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed from his forehead, and his withered arms trembled slightly: Could it be that this person has been playing tricks on me from the beginning? What is the problem?
He had lived in the western region for a long time, far away from the Central Plains. He had only heard of Murong's name in Gusu, but did not know it in detail. He just regarded it as a boast of a Central Plains person and a vain reputation. When Murong Fu revealed his name, although
He was also surprised, but he just thought it was because the names happened to be the same, so he made this fatal mistake carelessly.
"Nan Murong, Bei Qiao Feng. You are Murong Fu."
The horse-faced man said with difficulty in a dry voice.
Murong Fu said with a smile: "So you have heard of me. I thought that my reputation was not enough to get into your ears."
The horse-faced man smiled bitterly and said: "I made a mistake. I didn't expect that Murong Fu, who is famous all over the world, is actually a young master. Things in this world are really puzzling."
"There are still many things in the world that I can't understand." Murong Fu was not interested in continuing on this topic, so he interrupted him directly and started his own question, "So, three questions. First, your origins.
Second, what are you doing here? Third, how is the owner of Mantuo Villa doing now? I ask you to answer, don’t talk nonsense, let alone lie, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."
"I said you are a ghost! Go to hell!"
A strong man in yellow clothes behind the horse-faced man shouted angrily. Among this group of people, except for the horse-faced man, he had the best martial arts skills. Suddenly, before the horse-faced man could stop shouting, the man in yellow was like a sharp arrow.
Shooting out, he waved his palm towards Murong Fu's front door. This palm was mixed with strong wind, and it was a powerful outsider's skill like a monument opener. The man in yellow was as fierce as fire, and the martial arts he used were also so tough.
hard.
He had no intention of holding back at all with this palm. Not to mention a person's head, even a hard stone tablet would be broken by this blow.
But Murong Fu just frowned and waved his sleeves. The soft sleeves were as solid as fine iron and met the palm of the man in yellow.
"Ahhh!"
There was a heart-rending scream, mixed with a heart-breaking crackling sound. However, the man in yellow suddenly flew out violently, and his back hit the mud hard, throwing up countless dust.
A large mouthful of blood gushes out from the mouth of the man in yellow. The arm that hit Murong Fu just now is like a rotten hemp rope, hanging limply on one side. The explosion sound just now obviously came from there.
At first, the man in yellow could still scream a few times, but his injuries suddenly occurred and he could no longer even scream. It was obvious that not only was one of his hands disabled, but he also suffered severe internal injuries. Even if the injury could be recovered in the future, he would still be in trouble.
A useless person.
Murong Fu still had the same cold tone, as if he was not the one who took action just now, and the person lying on the ground had nothing to do with him: "If you continue to do these unnecessary tricks, you will all die here. Now, while I am not in a good mood,
Too bad, answer my question."
His tone was calm, but the words he spoke made everyone feel cold.
Looking at someone on the ground who has a lot of air coming out and a little air coming in, no one can have the idea of rushing in to bully the small number. After all, the situation of "the power of numbers" only occurs when the strength of both parties is due to the strength of the two parties.
In the case of a level. When the strength gap between the two sides is too large, "more people" will only consume a little more of the master's infuriating energy and only increase laughter. This is just like people will not be afraid because of ants waving grassroots demonstrations.
principle.
But obviously, this group of ants is "smart" and knows what it means to assess the situation. Although Murong Fu's words were extremely rude, several people remained silent, and no one dared to be the leader anymore.
When no one spoke, Murong Fu raised his chin slightly, pointed at the horse-faced man in the lead and said, "You must be the leader of this group of people. Answer my question."
The horse-faced man swallowed and did not answer the question directly. He boldly asked: "If I answer, can you let us go?"
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms. Whether to kill you or let you go is just a matter of my thoughts. If I keep asking, I won't ask. You can stay here forever!"
Murong Fu sneered, and there was no room for discussion in his tone.
There was a hint of bitterness in the corner of the horse-faced man's mouth. The situation was stronger than that of others, and the opponent's martial arts was much higher than that of himself and the others. Not to mention that if we and the others were to fight together, they wouldn't be able to defeat them.
People saw the joke.
"Okay, I'll say it, I'll say it." The horse-faced man said weakly. At this moment, he was like a dog whose spine had been removed. He was lying on the ground without even having the courage to show his teeth.
"My name is Ma San. I have lived in Xixia for a long time and served in Xixia Yipintang. My current position is as a sixth-grade military colonel. These people are all my subordinates. The man who was seriously injured by Mr. Murong just now is my deputy, named
Gong Hu. We came here with a secret order to invite Mrs. Wang from Mantuo Villa to go to Xixia. We, a foreigner, are in the Song Dynasty and have a lot of inconvenience. That’s why we act like this. There is no malicious intention.
Mr. Murong, please don’t misunderstand me."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The horse-faced man Ma San explained everything as if he were pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.
"Humph." Murong Fu smiled noncommittally: He was ruthless just now and often killed people. Now he says he has no malice and is begging for mercy? These people really know how to protect themselves wisely.
But Murong Fu didn't bother to argue with these people and continued to ask: "Who is the leader of you people?"
Seeing Murong Fu's expression of indifference when he heard the name of Xixia Yipintang, Ma San's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
After hesitating for a while, he still didn't dare to ask Murong Fu, fearing that the killer would be unhappy and start killing.
"Lei Lingyun, Nine-winged Taoist Lei Lingyun."
"It turned out to be him."
Murong Fu thought to himself.
Hearing this name, Murong Fu understood clearly.
In fact, when he heard the name of Yipin Hall just now, Murong Fu was a little worried. It was not that he was afraid of the number of experts in Yipin Hall, but he was afraid of the real master of Yipin Hall.
Li Qiushui!
In today's world, there are only three people who can make Murong Fu feel jealous or even fearful. The first is undoubtedly the sweeping monk in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion, the second is the Tianshan Child Elder with complete skills, and the third is Li Qiu Shui, Wu Ya
Not counting his son, although his master possesses seventy years of Beiming Qi that is unfathomable, his lack of mobility is his fatal shortcoming.
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Just how strong Li Qiu Shui is can be compared to Jiumozhi, who ranks among the Four Heavenly Dragons. Each of the Four Heavenly Dragons has its own strengths. Among them, in terms of understanding of martial arts, his cheap father Murong Bo is the best. In actual combat,
The leader is undoubtedly Qiao Feng, whom he has never met before. Xiao Yuanshan was originally supposed to be the leader of the Four Ultimates, but unfortunately, driven by hatred, he took a detour in martial arts. However, when it comes to martial arts cultivation, I am afraid that the one who is the best is the one who has been having trouble with him time and time again.
Jiumozhi, the Tubo Imperial Preceptor.
The reason is very simple. Due to various reasons, the above three people cannot devote themselves to martial arts wholeheartedly. Only the Tubo monk has a high level of understanding and devotes himself to studying martial arts.
In the original time and space, Jiumozhi almost smashed the sign of Shaolin Temple by simulating the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin with the incomplete version of Xiao Wu Xiang Gong. And Xiao Wu Xiang Gong was Li Qiushui's special skill, not to mention that the old woman still had seven skills.
Ten years of Xiaoyao sect's internal strength is far superior to Jiumozhi. Not to mention, Li Qiushui's trump card in the final battle with Tong Lao, his palm power can hit Bai Hong's palm power five feet away. I just don't know that at this moment
Have you practiced it yet?
You must know that in martial arts, it is almost an iron rule recognized by all martial arts people that the palm power cannot exceed the five feet of the whole body. However, Bai Hong's palm power can actually surpass this recognition. No wonder the children who are masters of Tianshan Liuyang Palm and other top martial arts
Grandma was so surprised when she saw Li Qiu Shui mastering this palm technique. In terms of martial arts quality, Bai Hong's palm power may not be inferior to the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
Although Murong Fu is confident that after mastering all thirty-six meridians of Beiming, his martial arts configuration and internal strength level are far superior to the current Jiumozhi, but Murong Fu is not so arrogant that he thinks he can challenge Li Qiushui's level.
Master. If we really encounter one, I'm afraid the wisest way is to quickly build a relationship and call grandma. After all, there is no chance of running away. There is a high probability that this old lady will still walk in a daze and cannot run away.
Knowing that the person coming was not Li Qiushui, a big stone was lifted from Murong Fu's heart. Although Taoist Nine Wings was also a rare first-rate master, he was far inferior to Ding Chunqiu and did not pose any threat.
As for why Li Qiu Shui sent Jiuyi Taoist to come all the way, a little shrimp like Ma San most likely doesn’t know, and it would be useless to ask. Maybe Li Qiu Shui misses his daughter.
Since the other party came under the secret order of Yipintang, he should not do anything detrimental to Wang Yuyan and the other two. Thinking of this, Murong Fu nodded with some satisfaction.
Ma San had been observing Murong Fu's expression carefully. Seeing that the expression on Murong Fu's face relaxed, Ma San secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked cautiously: "Mr. Murong, I have already told you everything I know, so what?
Can the lower class leave now?"
"Of course you can go," Murong Fu paused, "But..."
When they heard Murong Fu say that they could leave, several people felt relieved, but Murong Fu's pause made everyone's hearts hang on.