Chapter 205: Fight on Leigu Mountain

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone frowned. If Murong Fu was arrogant enough, Feng Yi was even more arrogant than him. He was simply a madman.

Not to mention Murong Fu's reputation, just the hidden weapon technique he used just now was indeed the style of a first-class master. Even though Feng Yi could defeat Murong Fu in one move or two, he asked the person to end his life on his own. This showed that he simply did not treat Murong Fu as a human being.

"Bullshit—" Bao Bu Tong was so angry that his face turned purple: "I, Bao Bu Tong, am not as skilled as others. I have a scar as big as a bowl on my head. Whoever asked you to save him is a grandson."

"Not bad, not bad." Feng Bo clapped his hands and laughed: "This is what the Murong family should say."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yi suddenly said, "You guys are all heroes. How can you scare people with death if you don't fear death?"

As he spoke, he looked at everyone with a sneer on his face: "But since Master Murong said that I deliberately implicated you friends in order to deal with him, then if he doesn't help you get back your face, wouldn't that be disloyal and too cowardly?"

Murong Fu thought to himself, "It's bad luck." Suddenly, he saw Wang Yuyan looking at him intently, with worry in her eyes. Murong Fu felt sad: "Are you so sure that I am not as good as him?"

Wang Yuyan didn't know what he was thinking, but she heard Ah Zi's sharp voice say, "My elder brother looks down on the world, dominates the world, and has a heart as broad as the sea. How could he come up with the idea of ​​involving others to deal with you? I don't know if you think too highly of yourself, or are too petty, and think that others are the same as you.

Let me tell you, it was these bad friends of yours, who were obviously third-rate people with no talent, but insisted on pretending to be heroes, which brought trouble upon themselves! It’s a pity that you, Master Murong, failed to live up to everyone’s expectations and finally gave in! "

Everyone here has his or her own little thoughts, except A Zi, who is the most pure, just wanting to watch the fun.

Whether you want to watch Su Xinghe and Ding Chunqiu fighting each other, or Feng Yi and Murong Fu fighting each other, it's the same idea.

Anyway, in her eyes, Feng Yi is invincible!

How could she understand the pressure and burden that people like Su Xinghe and Murong Fu carried? It didn't matter if they won a hundred times, but if they lost once, their reputation would be ruined.

Especially when there are a lot of people watching, you must think carefully before making a move, especially since Murong Fu is a man of great reputation and he cannot afford to lose.

It was precisely because of fear that if someone else had spoken to Murong Fu like this, he would have taken action long ago.

As soon as Ah Zi said this, Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian all looked ashamed, wishing there was a crack in the ground for them to crawl into. Bao Bu Tong's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, Feng Bo gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. If it wasn't for the girl, he would have rushed out already.

"Azi!" Duan Yu could not hold back and said, "Don't be rude!"

He had been taught chivalry since he was young, and felt that the Murong family were all kind, but A Zi was not a good person. When he saw her mocking others, he would stop her.

Ah Zi Gege laughed and said, "Who are you? Why do you care about me?"

Duan Yu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I am your biological brother, don't you know?"

Everyone had heard about Duan Zhengchun's romantic affairs, so they were not surprised at this time.

But Ah Zi laughed and said, "Oh, I don't have a useless brother like you!"

The four guards of Dali all looked unhappy. Chu Wanli angrily asked, "What did you say?"

Ah Zi glanced at the few people and sneered, "I know that you four have always been arrogant and don't treat me as your master. In the past, I didn't bother with you for the sake of my father. From now on, if you dare to disrespect me again, I will make you pay!"

Duan Yu showed disbelief in his eyes and said, "Ah Zi, you are still so young, but you always do bad things. Brother Chu Wanli has no grudge against you, but you teased him. There are so many heroes here today, how can you be so rude and disrespectful?"

"Etiquette? Hero?" Ah Zi pursed her lips and snorted, "You are good at putting on brotherly airs with me. The first time you talk to me in your life, you don't speak warmly, but lecture me instead. What kind of etiquette is this?"

With a hint of mockery on his face, he said, "You were in front of all the heroes, but you lost your mind and body when you saw Wang Yuyan. My mother said that you are the eldest son of the Dali Crown Prince, and you will be the emperor of Dali in the future. I want to ask, with you like this now, does Dali still have any state status? Who of us is more rude?"

Duan Yu looked as if he had been hit on the head with a stick, and looked miserable, like a defeated rooster.

Ah Zi continued, "When Miss Wang came in, her eyes were all on Master Murong, and she didn't even look at you. But you stood up for someone else's lover and came to teach me a lesson. I want to ask, is this the brotherly love of a heroic man like you?"

She spoke quickly and urgently, and Duan Yu felt so sad and hot in his heart that he almost cried.

The people of Murong family were so angry when they heard this. What does it mean to stand up for your little lover?

Feng Yi found that A Zi was very strong. She could blurt out all the things that others were afraid to say.

Wang Yuyan kept stealing glances at Murong Fu's face, feeling worried and sympathetic.

Murong Fu looked unhappy and shouted, "Enough!"

"Why are you so fierce?" Ah Zi was not afraid of him at all, and shouted, "If you have the guts, fight me!"

No matter how well-mannered Murong Fu was, his eyes were still cold and intimidating. His right hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and he said, "I have long wanted to learn your skills."

Feng Yi smiled calmly and said, "When you walked over here just now, no dust was raised, which shows that your martial arts have indeed improved over the past year. However, your internal strength is insufficient, and your forced practice of advanced martial arts has caused an imbalance of yin and yang, and a deep chill, so your face is quite pale.

If you fight with me, it will only make things worse. Rather than dying in my hands, you might as well end your own life.

I won't be accused of winning unfairly, and you, my subordinates, don't have to seek revenge against me or be beaten to death by me again.

I am doing this out of kindness to help you avoid getting your friends into trouble, why don't you understand?"

Feng Yi had long seen that Murong Fu, like himself, had too much Yin energy in his body, which was why his face was pale.

When everyone heard this, they were shocked and asked, "What?" The voices came one after another, some high and some low. Feng Yi could tell from the voices that these people had different ideas.

Even Murong Fu's expression changed drastically and he looked at Feng Yi in disbelief.

Wang Yuyan was very anxious and asked, "Cousin, are you hurt?"

Murong Fu remained silent, trembling all over, and the past suddenly came back to his mind.

You know, Murong Fu has been studying martial arts diligently since he was young and has made rapid progress. Last time, he met Yan Longyuan by chance in Tokyo. Under his guidance and encouragement, his martial arts have improved greatly.

Yan Longyuan not only taught him the "Sanhe Finger" secretly, but also guided him in practicing internal skills. At this time, Murong Fu's martial arts skills surpassed Murong Fu in the original plot.

However, Yan Longyuan was actually Murong Bo's alias, and this so-called "Sanhe Finger" was also the product of Murong Bo's evolution through Shaolin finger techniques in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library over the past thirty years, so the previous Murong Fu didn't know how to do it at all.

This time, it was because of Feng Yi that the father and son met in Tokyo. Murong Bo, under the name of Yan Longyuan, gave the "Sanhe Finger" that he had realized to Murong Fu.

However, Murong Bo's yin energy was too strong due to his practice of Shaolin martial arts, and he suffered from internal cold and wind. Murong Fu's internal strength was far inferior to his, and it was difficult for him to balance yin and yang, so naturally he also suffered from this disease.

How could Murong Fu know that Feng Yi had uncovered his true colors and even identified the depth of his martial arts without fighting him at all? He knew that Feng Yi's martial arts were amazing, but he didn't expect that his vision and eyesight seemed to be even better than his martial arts.

In an instant, Murong Fu was overwhelmed with emotions and could no longer speak.

Others did not know that Murong Fu was learning martial arts from Yan Longyuan, but when they saw Murong Fu's expression, they knew that what Feng Yi said must be true. The field was completely silent, with only the sound of wind blowing through the pine trees.

Jiumozhi sighed and said, "Alas, I remember that old benefactor Murong Bo's Dou Zhuan Xing Yi shocked the martial arts world. I didn't expect that he would not dare to draw his sword and show his skills just because someone said so. I wonder what my old friend would think if he knew about this."

After hearing this, everyone looked strange, knowing that he was trying to instigate a fight between Murong Fu and Feng Yi.

Ah Zi was beaming with joy as she said, "Of course there is no one to take over. I feel disappointed. What else can I do?"

Bao Bu Tong said with a "Pah" sound, "What nonsense! What disappointment? I think Feng is just playing tricks on me!"

"I'm not playing tricks!" Su Xinghe suddenly said, "Mr. Murong is indeed injured!"

Everyone was in an uproar. Xue Muhua was known as a miracle doctor, so one could imagine how skilled his master was. Wang Yuyan said anxiously, "Old man, please save my cousin."

Su Xinghe laughed and said loudly: "As expected, the world is so big that there are so many talented people. I never thought that Master Feng is not only a martial artist, but also well versed in medicine. He can tell Master Murong's illness at a glance. I admire you. Let's play chess now!"

Wuyazi established the rules back then with the purpose of finding someone who could crack the chess game, not to save people. Besides, Su Xinghe felt disgusted by Wang Yuyan's appearance, so how could he care about her!

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Let Master Murong go first. He has been watching for a long time, and we can't let him come for nothing!"

Su Xinghe nodded slightly: "Mr. Murong, please!"

Murong Fu knew that his Yin energy was too strong, and he thought that with time, he would be able to balance his Yin and Yang.

That's why he came to the appointment. When Duan Yu cracked the chess game, he had been looking at it behind the tree for a long time, thinking deeply. He was confident that he had figured out the solution, so he took action. He immediately walked to the chessboard, picked up the white pieces, and started playing chess.

Jiumozhi smiled and said, "Master Murong, although you are strong in martial arts, I'm afraid your chess skills are just average."

As he said this, he placed a black piece.

Murong Fu said: "I may not lose to you."

As he spoke, he placed a white piece. Jiumozhi responded with a move.

This was beyond Murong Fu's expectation. All his plans had failed, and he had to start from scratch. After a long time, he made another move.

Jiumozhi thought very quickly and followed suit.

The two of them played more than 20 pieces, one fast and one slow.

Jiumozhi suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Master Murong, let's go our separate ways!"

Murong Fu said angrily: "You are making trouble like this! Then you come and solve it."

Jiumozhi smiled and said, “Originally, no one in the world could solve this chess game. It was used to tease people. I know my own limitations and don’t want to waste my time on useless things.

Master Murong, you are in the martial arts world, but you dare not face the hero Feng directly. You can't even get rid of my entanglement in the corner of the chess game. Do you still want to compete for the Central Plains?"

Murong Fu's heart was shaken, and he was overwhelmed with emotions. He kept thinking about his words: "I didn't dare to face Feng Yi in the martial arts world, and I couldn't even get rid of my entanglement in the corner of the chess game!"

These days, he has been studying the "Sanhe Finger" and practicing it day and night, and has made considerable progress. He is not afraid of anyone when dealing with others. However, the power of Feng Yi's sleeves that he showed him in Fan Tower has always been something Murong Fu could not forget. No matter how he practiced, he felt that he was not as good as Feng Yi, and he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.

So at this moment, facing Feng Yi, he knew that if he didn't take action, he would be showing weakness and his prestige would definitely be damaged, but he didn't dare to take action.

Because if he fought with Feng Yi, he would definitely lose, which would be even more embarrassing. By then, the public opinion of the Fanlou incident would definitely turn around, saying that Feng Yi did not flee in panic, but that Murong Fu was vulnerable, and that Murong Fu was broad-minded and did not care about it, but he acted like a villain and deliberately spread rumors to ruin Feng Yi's reputation.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu broke out in a cold sweat.

Then Ah Zi laughed and said, "Alas, it turns out that the Murong family is full of people who have no self-awareness!"

She was a person who never suffered a loss. Just now, Bao Bu Tong mocked Duan Yu and said something about the Duan family. She was also surnamed Duan. How could she not fight back when she got the chance? Murong Fu suddenly shouted, "Okay, I will come and experience your martial arts!"

His body swayed, his feet not touching the ground, and he moved as nimbly as a dragon or snake, rushing towards Feng Yi and A Zi.

Everyone was moved. Jiumozhi, Ding Chunqiu and others were all conceited people, and they couldn't help but say "good".

With a "clang" sound and a flash of light, a green long sword appeared in Murong Fu's hand. Ah Zi felt a chill that made her hair stand on end.

Feng Yi saw it and laughed out loud.

His body suddenly flew up from the stone, six feet off the ground, and flew towards Murong Fu, with his knees still crossed.

Murong Fu stabbed Feng Yi's throat with a sword as fast as a meteor, but at this moment, Feng Yi's body suddenly flipped in the air, upside down.

Murong Fu stabbed the air with his long sword, and the sword's momentum changed immediately. He chased Feng Yi's body and stabbed six times in a row, as fast as one sword.

Feng Yi's entire body was wrapped in sword light, and he became hazy, as if he was lost in a mist.

Deng Baichuan said: "Miss Wang, please help the young master!"

"I, I..." Wang Yuyan was speechless, and then she felt dizzy and fell down. Deng Baichuan was greatly surprised, but unexpectedly, a man rushed over from the side and supported her: "Ms. Wang!"

It turned out to be Duan Yu.

Wang Yuyan was paying attention to Murong Fu, so Duan Yu naturally paid attention to Wang Yuyan all the time. Under this "Lingbo Weibu", Wang Yuyan couldn't fall even if she wanted to! With a clang, a silver light flew straight up to the sky. Although Wang Yuyan was unwilling in her heart, she didn't dare to look at Feng Yi again.

It turned out that Murong Fu's sword was fast, and Feng Yi was even faster. He flipped in the air, and the middle finger of his left hand flicked and hit Murong Fu's sword in real time.

Murong Fu immediately felt a chill coming from the sword and his whole body shuddered. The hilt of the sword felt like an ice cube. If he had not practiced superior internal skills for more than 20 years, he would have collapsed to the ground like Deng Baichuan and the others. However, he could not hold the sword and it immediately flew into the air as if it had wings.

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But Murong Fu's skills were truly extraordinary. In such a critical situation, he pointed at Feng Yi's vital pulse point with his left hand and poked his lower abdomen with his right hand.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yi deflected his sword, and with three fingers of his palm pointing outward and two fingers inward, he not only neutralized Murong Fu's attack, but also pushed back his shoulder.

Feng Yi performed three consecutive moves, namely flying, flicking the sword and striking the palm. None of them were related to each other, but they were all done in one go, as smooth as flowing water, and so fast that it seemed like lightning. So when Wang Yuyan wanted to see Feng Yi's moves, she felt dizzy.

When Murong Fu saw Feng Yi pointing his finger at his shoulder, his mind raced and he changed his finger into a palm to protect his shoulder. Unexpectedly, the palm power came from a strange source. It seemed to hit his shoulder, but actually it was hitting his lower body.

This move was neither a fist nor a palm, but the "Hidden Dragon" move from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Murong Fu quickly somersaulted out, but he felt his belt tightened. When he looked down, he saw that the scabbard had been untied by Feng Yi. Although he flew to avoid most of the force, his legs were still hit by the remaining force. He felt severe pain in his muscles and bones, and half of his body was numb. He fell to the ground with a thud.

Feng Yi did not stop, and somersaulted in the air. He raised the scabbard in his hand, and with a clang, the sword fell right into the scabbard.

Feng Yi just happened to float back onto the stone, sitting cross-legged as before, looking calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.

Everyone present was stunned.

All this seemed to take a long time, but in fact, from the moment Murong Fu attacked to the moment he was repelled by the sword grabber, it only took Deng Baichuan a word.

Even Jiumozhi, Ding Chunqiu, Xuannan, Xuantong, Hangu Bayou and others had some guesses in their hearts. With Feng Yi's high martial arts, Murong Fu estimated that he would be defeated. But they still wanted to see more details. However, they did not expect to be defeated so quickly, and they did not expect Feng Yi's martial arts to be so high! In the past, Ah Zi said that Feng Yi was invincible in the world. They thought that it was a lover's eyes that showed beauty, but now this is the fact.

The speed of Feng Yi's attack, the sharpness of his eyes, and the accuracy of his judgment were simply incredible.

Moreover, the last move made Jiumozhi, Ding Chunqiu and others shudder with fear. The point where Feng Yi hit just now was clearly Murong Fu's shoulder, but the force was so strong that Murong Fu was hit in the lower body. This seemingly false kung fu was truly shocking.

They had reason to believe that Feng Yi could strike up and fall, and he could strike down and attack up, and the same was true for the left and right! This was simply impossible to defend against! Su Xinghe couldn't help but think: "I heard that our sect has a white rainbow palm power that can bend as desired, but it is extremely difficult to practice. How can Feng Yi be so good at such a young age?"

After seeing Feng Yi's magical skills, some people felt cold in their hearts, some fell into a trance, and some even despaired.

In short, everyone looked at Feng Yi and suddenly felt a little strange.

Strangeness is not the reason.

But it’s martial arts!

Every move he makes gives people a sense of strangeness.

It seemed like he was always at ease no matter who came.

Because the person lying on the ground now is not someone else.

But it is the most famous "Gu Su Murong" in the martial arts world.

He was Murong, who was as famous as the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, Qiao Feng, and who divided the martial arts world into north and south. But in Feng Yi's hands, he was like a three-year-old child.

These masters at least saw Feng Yi's attack clearly. Most people only felt that when Feng Yi turned over, his hands moved and Murong Fu flew straight out. They could not see clearly what method he used.

For example, Wang Yuyan, who claimed to be proficient in all martial arts in the world, couldn't even see Qing Fengyi's moves. She felt dizzy when he showed her figure and waved his hands. She wanted to help Murong Fu, but it was of no use.

This is because a true master’s moves are extremely fast, and his hands are often faster than his heart.

So some people may seem dull, but they are still excellent in martial arts and outstanding in actual combat. For example, Guo Jing's body often reacts faster than his mind. He often doesn't know what move he is going to make. No matter how good other people's eyesight is, they can't be faster than his mind! For example, Hong Qigong can call out the moves of Liang Ziweng, the master of the sect outside the pass, in advance, but the other party is prepared and his speed of attack is much faster than his mouth. Hong Qigong has no time to say anything, so Huang Rong naturally can't beat him.

Especially when a master like Feng Yi attacks so quickly, not to mention ordinary people, even a master who has practiced internal skills for many years would feel dizzy, let alone Wang Yuyan, who would not have time to watch or talk about his moves.

She could see that the way to defeat the enemy would only be effective against mediocre hands!

Meeting a master is a waste of time! Wang Yuyan also realized this. At this moment, her bright eyes had become confused. She felt that she had spent countless days and nights reading martial arts books, but it was all in vain. Tears were streaming down her face, and she completely forgot that her cousin was still lying on the ground and she was still leaning on Duan Yu.

The master was reviewing the game, wondering how he would deal with Murong Fu if they were in his place. The others were overwhelmed by Feng Yi's peerless skills and his magnanimous demeanor, and didn't know what to say. So the field fell into silence.

Of course, it was Ah Zi who broke the silence.

She was seen jumping and clapping her hands, shouting, "Brother, so great, so great." She jumped into Feng Yi's arms, but suddenly jumped up because she felt Feng Yi's body was cold.

Murong Fu suddenly jumped up and exhaled a breath, which was actually dark and cold air.

It turned out that Murong Fu had just pushed his breath to expel the cold poison from his body, but he was already drenched in cold sweat.

He believed Wang Yuyan's judgment that the other party's martial arts skills were far superior to his own.

Feng Yi saw him exhale a breath of black air and nodded: "This method must be the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, it is really amazing. You are injured today, and my victory is not fair. You can take this sword back!"

Then he threw the sword back.

Everyone saw that he was extremely arrogant before he won, and after he won, he praised his defeated opponent sincerely. He did not have the kind of arrogant and conceited nature of a mean person. This was truly a first-class demeanor among people. Even Jiumozhi, Ding Chunqiu and others were impressed.

Murong Fu did not take the sword, but just stared at Feng Yi without saying anything for a long time.

Feng Yi said: "You must know that there are always people better than you and there are always mountains better than you. It is easy to overflow if you are too narrow-minded. You'd better take care of yourself." His words were very earnest.

Jiumozhi sighed and said quietly, "Mr. Murong's power is not yet complete, only 60% of it, far from what your father had in the past. You have no self-awareness, but you should also know that victory and defeat are common in the military. With this behavior, haha, Gusu Murong really has no successor!"

These words made people feel depressed, and Wang Yuyan felt even drowsy.

"No one to take over!" Murong Fu's heart was filled with sadness. "My aunt said that I, Murong, was dreaming of restoring the country. My cousin said that my martial arts skills were not as good as Qiao Feng's. Today, I was defeated by Feng Yi again. It was fate. What else can I say?"

Suddenly he yelled, drew his sword and chopped off her neck. No one expected this, Deng Baichuan and others rushed to rescue her, but they were all a step too slow.

Duan Yu pointed his index finger and shouted, "Don't do that!"

There was a "swish" sound, and the sword in Murong Fu's hand shook, and with a clang, it fell to the ground.

Jiumozhi said with a smile: "Master Duan, what a great move of Six Meridians Divine Sword!"

Wang Yuyan finally broke free from the illusion, grabbed Murong Fu's hand, shook it repeatedly, and called out, "Cousin, cousin!"

Murong Fu was also a little shocked. Why would he think of committing suicide?

Although he was arrogant, it was not unacceptable for him to be defeated by Feng Yi, a master who killed the four evils in the world and had a close friendship with Qiao Feng.

Suddenly, an old voice said, "Ming Wang, since you keep saying that Mr. Murong is your old friend, you first provoked Murong Fu to compete with Feng Da Xia, and now you are mocking your junior and using your mental power to induce him to commit suicide. Such behavior is too inconsistent with your status as a Buddhist monk and Mr. Murong's old friend, isn't it?"

As the words were spoken, a man in gray stood upright in front of everyone.

No one saw how he came and they were all shocked.

He was tall and thin, but just standing there, he was actually very imposing. His face was covered with a veil, so his appearance could not be seen clearly, but when his eyes opened and closed, two rays of bright light shot out, which made people dare not look up at them.

Everyone saw that he had amazing martial arts skills. Xuan Nan, Ding Chunqiu and others thought they had extensive knowledge and had seen countless people, but they didn't know his origins.

Murong Fu, however, was surprised and shouted, "Master..." but then quickly stopped talking.

Jiumozhi snorted coldly and said, "Who are you?"

"I understand!" Duan Yu shouted, "It's him, it's him, it's him. This foreign monk is good at confusing people. He took me to Yanziwu that day and wanted to go to Murong's Huanshi Water Pavilion to read books. Sisters Azhu and Abi took me and fled in a boat, but we listened to him on the way and the two sisters almost rowed the boat back! The reason why he went against Mr. Murong is that he hates sister Azhu for saving me and not letting him go to Murong's house to read the martial arts book. He is resentful and used the same trick again."

"I see!" Bao Bu Tong cursed, "You bald ass..."

Jiumozhi snorted coldly and flicked his sleeves at Bao Bu Tong. With a swish, the man in gray also flicked his sleeves. With a swish, the middle fingers of their sleeves collided with each other. The two men's bodies swayed slightly. It turned out that they were evenly matched.

The man in grey stretched out his index finger and tapped in the air again. Duan Yu fell to the ground with a thud. He immediately turned over and jumped up, then quickly backed away, staying away from the man in grey.

Duan Yu has great internal strength, but he does not know any martial arts, and does not know how to listen to the wind and identify the shapes of people. Everyone is shocked, knowing that it would be easy for him to take Duan Yu's life.

The gray-clothed man said in a loud voice: "This is the 'Sanhe Finger' of your Murong family! When I learned it from your ancestors, I only learned the basics. The martial arts inherited by your Gusu Murong family are magical and profound, rare in the world, and I don't know how many miraculous martial arts you have.

Hehe, with your little bit of Taoism, can you create the reputation of Gusu Murong clan of "returning the favor as they would have them do for you"? "

Everyone was originally shocked by the reputation of "Gusu Murong", but when they saw Murong Fu was defeated by Feng Yi, and then was provoked to commit suicide by Jiumozhi's words, and Duan Yu knocked his sword away with one finger, they all thought: "It's better to hear about it than to meet it in person! Gusu Murong is just a name for nothing, is he worthy of ruling the north and south with Qiao Feng?"

After seeing the gray-clothed man display such a magical skill and hearing him say that he had only learned the basics of Murong's "Sanhe Finger", he could not help but respect the four words "Gusu Murong" again.

Feng Yi secretly laughed. Murong Bo came out to save the Murong family's reputation in the original plot, and now he comes again.

But I don’t know why this old man came to Leigushan.

But when he thought about meeting the father and son in Tokyo, the trajectory naturally changed. In the original plot, Murong Fu had no grudge against him, so Murong Bo was at ease wherever he went. But now that he was there, he naturally felt uneasy about such a gathering of heroes.

If I didn't beat Murong Fu and make him lose face, this old fox probably wouldn't show up!

While he was thinking, Jiumozhi smiled and bowed, saying, "You have seen it all. Back then, the old donor Murong promised me to use the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual in exchange for the opportunity to read books in the Murong family's Shishui Pavilion. I brought Duan Shizi, who was holding the Six Meridians Divine Sword, to the Murong Mansion, but the people of the Murong family broke their promise and deliberately deceived me. Today's incident cannot be blamed entirely on me!"

The man in gray did not comment. He let out a long laugh and ran out of the valley. Feng Yi smiled and said, "Wait a minute!" He suddenly raised his foot and kicked a stone at the man in gray. The man in gray swung his sleeves to knock the stone away, but Feng Yi waved his sleeves and the stone fell behind the man in gray like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind and hit him with a palm.

No one knew why he wanted to fight with the man in gray. Suddenly, another figure rushed out, but in the opposite direction of the man in gray.

(End of this chapter)