Just now, Ding Chunqiu was still enjoying the professional flattery business of his disciples, but he was suddenly scolded by Wu Changfeng. This feeling is like the cold winter, when you lazily huddle under the quilt without even thinking about lifting a finger.
When you lift it up, someone lifts off your quilt, and what hits your head is a basin of cold water.
Even the most well-mannered person cannot bear this situation, let alone Ding Chunqiu. I saw that his white jade-like face instantly turned into the color of pig liver, and his beard was like a reed in the wind, trembling constantly.
Is there still any trace of the fairy-like demeanor from just now?
I saw his eyes slightly narrowed, and his eyes were locked on Wu Changfeng and his group like poisonous snakes staring at their prey. After a long time, he snorted coldly and laughed: "I thought it was a wild dog barking from somewhere, but it turned out to be
The lonely ghost of the Beggar Clan. What? The old beggar is tired of living and has come to the old immortal to seek death?"
Before he finished speaking, a group of flattering disciples already played the music loudly.
Without waiting for Wu Changfeng and others to reply, Ding Chunqiu waved his hand, and a stream of white smoke escaped from his wide sleeves and went straight towards Wu Changfeng and his party. Although it was smoke, the speed was astonishingly fast. According to Ding Chunqiu's ruthless character
, it’s obviously not something that just makes people suffer a little bit.
Wu Changfeng and others were shocked. The speed of the white smoke was too fast and the distance was so close. It was inevitable to avoid it. Seeing that the smoke was about to touch the group of people, Wu Changfeng and others' lives were only a matter of seconds. A water arrow shot out
He came out and met the white smoke.
As soon as the water arrow came into contact with the white smoke, the white smoke disappeared quickly like the ebbing sea water, and the water arrow carried the remaining potential energy and rushed towards Ding Chunqiu. The sudden change caught Ding Chunqiu off guard and had to catch him in a hurry
The disciple closest to him stood in front of him.
The water arrow hit the disciple and knocked him staggering. Then he opened his eyes wide in fear and opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He tilted his head and there was no more movement.
Several Xingxiu disciples who were close by were horrified when they saw their fellow disciples suddenly die tragically in front of them. At this time, they no longer bothered to beat the drums or sing hymns. They all screamed and dispersed, and for a moment they ran away like wolves.
Suddenly, it was even more lively than before.
Ding Chunqiu was so angry that he roared: "Whoever takes another step, I will kill him first!"
As soon as these words came out, it was as if a restraining talisman had been placed on all the disciples. The disciples who had been running away just now froze in place.
He has lived in Xingxiu Sea for more than ten years, and all the disciples around him are not flattering in different ways, not saying sarcastic words, even being stared at by Ding Chunqiu, they will be frightened to the point of paralysis, kowtow to plead guilty, and beg the master to appease his anger. Now one after another.
Being humiliated, the nameless karma in Ding Chunqiu's heart burned so high that he wished he could eat the group of people in front of him alive.
"It turns out that these poor beggars are friends of Mr. Murong. How come Mr. Murong, a descendant of a noble family, made friends with beggars? This is not good. Be careful of going astray!" His voice actually sounded like a man.
The kind-hearted elders are like educating their younger descendants, which makes people feel good after hearing it and can not bring up any hostile thoughts.
"Brothers, I'm offended!"
The disciples were afraid of their master's power and did not dare to run away again, but the deafening sound of flattery before was all silenced. Flute, suona and other musical instruments were scattered all over the floor.
Wu Changfeng said: "This is my land of the Song Dynasty! Mr. Murong, as a member of the Song Dynasty, can go wherever he wants. And you, Ding Chunqiu, will be punished by everyone in the Central Plains martial arts, so I won't be able to hide in your sea of stars.
But why did you bring your bastard head into our Song Dynasty?"
Ding Chunqiu is a master of poisonous skills, and his methods are despicable and shameless, but he makes others beware of "leading him astray". It really makes people have a new understanding of the shamelessness of this old monster, but the strange thing is that no one feels it at all.
Violation, but I felt that what he said was right. For a moment, everyone in the Beggar Clan, including Wu Changfeng, actually felt a little regretful in their hearts, blaming themselves for being rude to such an old man with "high moral character".
Veins popped up on Ding Chunqiu's forehead. He took several deep breaths before suppressing the anger in his heart.
He glared at the culprit who caused all this - a young man in rich clothes holding a wine bowl in his hand.
Mr. Jinyi smiled and said: "I don't dare to be friends. I am Murong Fu in Gusu. Today I can see Mr. Ding's power, which is a great blessing in my life. I am lucky to meet you."
Seeing Ding Chunqiu's face distorted, Murong Fu smiled and said: "Mr. Ding, these friends of mine speak more frankly, don't blame me, don't blame me!"
Wu Changfeng and others were surprised and happy to have escaped death. They were about to thank Murong Fu when Murong Fu waved his hands to signal everyone to be silent. Wu Changfeng and others remained silent and waited to see how Murong Fu would behave.
If it were before, he really didn't want to face Ding Chunqiu, but now, he is really not afraid of Ding Chunqiu. Except for Ding Chunqiu's poisonous skills, which is a bit troublesome, nothing else is really a big problem.
It turned out that something unexpected happened just now. Murong Fu was empty-handed and unable to save him, so he had to grab a bowl of wine from the hands of the onlookers and threw it at the white smoke. The seemingly random splash actually contained exquisite techniques and skills.
The pure internal power directly blocked Ding Chunqiu's poison, which was the Murong family's method of "returning to the other side the same way as the other side".
When he came, he laughed and said: "It turns out to be Mr. Murong. I'm glad to meet you. Since you are from Gusu, why don't you stay at home? Why are you here?"
Ding Chunqiu was shocked and angry. What surprised him was that the person facing him was actually Murong Fu of Gusu, and the methods the other party showed just now really frightened him. What made him angry was that the other party made sarcastic remarks. It was clearly Murong Fu who had taken advantage of him.
Ding Chunqiu lost face but said "Mr. Ding is so powerful".
After a long time, the cold look on his face suddenly dissipated, and he smiled and said to the young master, "I don't know what to call this friend?"
"Pa", "pa", "pa". A series of crisp slaps sounded, leaving a clear slap mark on everyone's cheek.
Everyone was shocked, as if they were waking up from a big dream. You looked at me, I looked at you. For a moment, they couldn't remember what happened just now. The disciple who reacted quickly carefully recalled the dizzy situation just now.
After feeling it, he was shocked: "Just now, Ding Chunqiu used evil skills to control everyone's minds!"
Everyone was shocked and angry, only to realize that they had once again walked away from the gate of hell. If it hadn't been for Murong Fu's slap just now, everyone's lives would have been lost.
Both attempts were neutralized by Murong Fu. Ding Chunqiu no longer dared to underestimate the seemingly young Master Murong in front of him. He felt fearful in his heart, and at the same time he thought secretly: "This man looks like he is no more than twenty-four years old."
Five, how come your kung fu is so good? Could it be that you have practiced some kind of martial arts? Are you actually over 70 years old? Impossible. None of my contemporaries in the martial arts world have ever heard of a master with this kind of skill?"