In the wilderness, two figures were chasing each other, one behind the other.
The figure in front had an elegant body and brisk steps. With just a tap of his toes, he quickly floated from one place to several feet away, like a fallen leaf in autumn, leaving no trace at all where his toes stepped.
It's so easy and free to express. This person's Qing Gong is so high that it's really incredible.
The man behind was dressed in a green shirt, with a slim figure. There was an indescribable elegance in his movements, and his long sleeves were flying like clouds flying across the sky. However, anyone with a discerning eye could see that compared to the man in front, he was very mysterious.
This person's Qing Gong skills were obviously much weaker than those of the person in front of him. Not only was the distance traveled by each step far less than that of the person in front of him, but he also left shallow depressions on the ground wherever he passed.
But as time went by, the aura of the man in front became more and more chaotic. Gradually, the original leap of three to five feet became one or two feet. Faint traces gradually appeared on the green grass. Obviously, this pursuit
The consumption has brought him to the edge of running out of fuel.
Although the person in the back is far inferior to the person in front of him in Qinggong and body skills, he has deep inner strength and a long aura. The two of them were separated by dozens of feet at the beginning and then only a dozen feet apart. Now they are within ten feet of each other. At this rate,
If you go down, it will only be a matter of time before the person in front is caught up.
After about another meal, the man in front finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned to the man behind him and yelled: "Murong Fu, you bastard, why don't I just go to Suzhou City and find a girl to play with?"
There are so many women in this city, and I haven’t come to your village yet. You have been chasing me all day and all night, and you will never end it.”
The man behind him smiled slightly: "Xu Zhimo, you are a lustful and lewd thief, you are innocent of bad guys everywhere, how can you still be justified? Not only did you kidnap a good girl in front of me, but you also disturbed my pleasure in drinking. You said,
Can I spare you?"
Murong Fu's voice came from far behind, and to Yun Zhonghe's ears, it was like a ghost who was seducing his soul. He didn't care that the other party called his four evil men by the wrong names, and said to Murong Fu in a tone that was almost begging for mercy.
He replied: "Mr. Murong, I beg you, don't chase me. In the worst case, if I see you next time, can I avoid you? Can you just treat me like a fart and let me go?"
Murong Fu said: "Don't look down on yourself so much. A fart floated so far and dispersed early. It's still early today, so it's a good time to compete in Qinggong again. Look at the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Isn't it beautiful?"
The other party didn't exert any force at all. He just held one hand behind his back and swung his sleeves a few times. He couldn't resist it, so he had to put down the beauty he had obtained, use his unparalleled Qinggong, and run for his life.
While he was talking, another pebble as big as a broad bean arrived with the sound of breaking wind. After several previous experiences, Yun Zhonghe was already on guard. With a slight shake of his body, the pebble hit him with a strong gust of wind.
A small tree nearby had its leaves falling all over the ground.
On a sunny day in the south of the Yangtze River, Murong Fu was in a good mood with Zui and the mountain man. The lively scene of the wedding made Murong Fu secretly long for the future when he would marry the beautiful Wang Yuyan.
Yun Zhonghe felt that the most regretful thing he had ever done in his life was to come to Suzhou to pick flowers.
Yun Zhonghe judged from experience that the beauty of such a young lady from a wealthy family must be good, so in front of a group of people, relying on his superb Qinggong, he kidnapped the bride and ran away. He lifted the hijab and saw that she was indeed stunning.
Suddenly, half of his body froze. Just when he was secretly proud, just like before, something flew from a distance and hit his wrist. The pain made him let go of the beautiful girl in his arms.
Yun Zhonghe roared angrily: "Then don't keep hitting my ass with stones!"
In Murong Fu's view, Yun Zhonghe's Qinggong movement is far more practical than Lingbo Weibu. First of all, Lingbo Weibu is more suitable for dodges and maneuvers within a certain range, and it requires too much internal strength, so it is not suitable for long-distance pursuits or
Escape. Secondly, Lingbo Weibu is not suitable for combat in complex terrain. Once you encounter swamps, piles of rocks and other terrain, you will be finished immediately.
Murong Fu pretended to be surprised and said: "Oh, it's not bad, I actually escaped. Keep up the hard work."
Don't get me wrong, it's not that hot.
Therefore, this is the reason why Murong Fu pursued Yun Zhonghe so hard.
So he just used his strength and threw the wine glass in his hand from a long distance away, hitting the man's wrist. The man felt pain and put down the bride.
Just as he was scolding some blind meddler, a green figure floated over. Yun Zhonghe didn't know the origin of the figure, but seeing that he was well-dressed and handsome, he thought it was someone who had learned some Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu.
What kind of heroes are the children of the aristocratic family pretending to be?
A few days ago, the four villains, led by the boss Duan Yanqing, came to the south of the Yangtze River to seek bad luck from the Beggar Clan. When they arrived in Suzhou, Yun Zhonghe's traitorous nature reappeared. He heard that Suzhou has been gathering beauties since ancient times, so he knew
I got the idea of picking flowers, so I sneaked out alone.
As he spoke, he put more force on his feet, and the distance between the two narrowed by another ten feet. Yun Zhonghe's soul was greatly erupted, and he quickly used his Qing Gong to the extreme. When the distance between the two of them widened by several feet, Yun Zhonghe
Hecai secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Murong Fu stared at Yun Zhonghe's figure, his heart burning.
"In front of the young master? So arrogant?"
A few days ago, Murong Fu was drinking alone in a restaurant in Suzhou City, admiring the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River and watching a family downstairs receive a bride.
I don't know whether I should say Yun Zhonghe was lucky or unlucky. He walked around the city a few times and happened to meet a family getting married. The procession of welcoming the bride took up half of the street.
He was cursing and begging for mercy along the way, but Murong Fu was not going to let him go. From time to time, he would hit him with a small stone, not picking the vital parts, but only hitting the fleshy places, and deliberately controlled the force to Yun Zhonghe.
Yun Zhonghe's thighs, buttocks and other places were already covered in bruises along the way.
You have offended the abbot, oh no, you have offended this young master and you still want to leave?
Another strong wind carried a small stone and hit Yun Zhonghe's thigh. The power of this stone was that Murong Fu had used the opportunity to turn the sword energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword into something after he had mastered the Shang Yang Sword.
Although the force of the finger power is not great, it can only hurt people, but it is more accurate and has a long attack range. It is not very harmful but extremely humiliating, so it is perfect for this situation.
Murong Fu's intention was not to capture or kill Yun Zhonghe, he wanted to defeat Yun Zhonghe mentally and finally force him to hand over his Qinggong movement.
But there was no Shandong jade statue, and it was difficult to ask Duan Yu, so I had to give up.
With this superb Qing Gong, coupled with this daring and lecherous nature, who else could be there besides Yun Zhonghe?
The young man in front of him looked like he was only twenty-four or five years old. Fighting against him was like playing with a baby. With such a high level of martial arts, at this age, besides the famous Gusu Murong, who else could there be on the ground in Jiangnan?
He immediately became furious and faced him with a pair of rotten silver crane claws. Unexpectedly, the opponent's martial arts skills were beyond his imagination.
Although Yun Zhonghe is the weakest in martial arts among the four evil men, he is still considered a first-rate expert. Previously in Dali, he was able to escape unscathed from the siege of two ministers under King Zhennan.
Therefore, Murong Fu didn't want Yun Zhonghe to run away now.
Murong's family's Qinggong and body skills are barely top-notch, but compared to the man in front of him, they are nothing. If Murong Fu hadn't had such deep inner strength now, he would have slipped away long ago.
The last time Dali and his party were together, if I had to ask what regrets they had, it was that they didn’t get Lingbo Weibu, the ethereal Qinggong footwork that Murong Fu was so greedy for.
Just when Murong Fu was in a good mood, a bamboo pole-like figure suddenly broke into the wedding party and kidnapped the bride in the sedan in front of everyone. Suddenly, the scene was chaotic, with women screaming and men
With such shouts, people in the whole street had no choice but to watch the man leave.
Murong's ancestral Shenhe Finger, Dragon City Sword Technique, and Dou Zhuan Xing Yi are at least top-notch techniques in their respective fields in this era. However, they are really weak in Qing Kung Fu. Otherwise, Murong Fu wouldn't have been as good at Tianlong Temple back then.
Let Jiumozhi catch him, so getting a good Qinggong movement became Murong Fu's top priority.
Fortunately, although Yun Zhonghe was not good at martial arts, his light kung fu and body skills were far superior to Murong Fu's. So he ran away with all his strength, but Murong Fu could not catch up. He originally thought that the opponent was just in a temporary mood and could not catch up after a while.
Forget it, but I don't want to think that the other party will chase me all day and night.
The man's wanton smile and the bride's scream suddenly made Murong Fu's good mood ebb.
Although Xiaoyao Sect's Qinggong is good, but he can't do it himself, there is no reason to go to Deaf-mute Valley or Lingjiu Palace to let Wu Yazi or Tianshan Tonglao teach him. Li Qiushui may have some hope. After all, people like handsome men, and Murong Fu
To be honest, this skin is really good, but not to mention the psychological discomfort, even if I put aside my psychological troubles and go find him, I don't know where he is now.
Then Murong Fu went up to catch the man. The man first took out a pair of strange weapons and fought with Murong Fu for several rounds. When he found that he couldn't fight, he gave up the weapons and turned around and ran away. Murong Fu quickly chased after him.
, and it turned out that this man’s Qing Gong was far beyond his imagination.
In contrast, Yun Zhonghe's internal strength was far inferior to that of Murong Fu, but he was able to persist for such a long time under Murong Fu's full pursuit without being overtaken, and he basically left no traces for tracking along the way.
What a magical skill.
Thinking of this, Murong Fu flicked another pebble out, followed by a wailing sound.
After chasing for about another meal, Yun Zhonghe's figure became more and more sluggish. Finally, after Murong Fu hit his thigh with another pebble, he could no longer hold himself up. His knees weakened and he fell down on a piece of grass.