Chapter 213 Everything is up to you

Murong Fu could tell that the person who was speaking was still far away from him, so he clasped his fists and said, "I am ashamed to be laughed at by the Fang family!"

Ah Zi curled her lips, thinking that he was being pretentious. Feng Yi sighed, "Ah Zi, this is called not going too far, it is the demeanor of a great man!"

Ah Zi didn't understand what it meant to not go too far, and before she could ask, she heard a humming sound ringing in her ears. She turned her head and saw a flash of light, a golden light and a silver light, which were approaching Murong Fu. They were coming as fast as lightning. Murong Fu saw the sharp sound of breaking through the air, his face was solemn, and he blew up his sleeves to meet the sound. There was a loud bang, and the golden and silver lights rolled back.

Ah Zi could see clearly only then that there were two old men holding two long ribbons, one golden and the other silver.

The two men were not very tall, and their looks were not particularly impressive, but they seemed to have a fascinating evil aura about them.

This is because the one with the gold belt wears a silver robe, and the one with the silver belt wears a gold robe. The colors of gold and silver shine brightly and are extremely gorgeous. At first glance, one can't help but feel one's heart palpitating and one's fascination.

Then the old man in the silver robe said, "I admire you. I admire you. Take another move from our brother!" A golden light flashed, and a golden belt swam over from the left. The silver belt shook towards the sky, then fell from the sky and attacked Murong Fu's upper body.

Based on the attack just now, Murong Fu already knew that the two men were very skilled in martial arts, and hurriedly said, "Two seniors..." He only said four words, and suddenly there was a whirring sound, and three more people holding long swords, using the Di Tang sword skills, rolled over to the ground.

Ah Zi said: "These people only know how to bully the few with their numbers."

He saw that Murong Fu was imposing and majestic, and this group of people were all strange in appearance and were using their numbers to bully the few, so he naturally helped Murong Fu again.

"They are not fools!" Feng Yi said casually, "These people can defeat Gusu Murong by fighting alone, so would they still be slaves to others?"

Before he finished speaking, a hoarse sound suddenly came from the fighting arena. It turned out that Murong Fu was eager to finish off his opponent and let him know how powerful he was, so he used his real kung fu, using both his palms and feet. The three sword wielders were kicked on the wrists by Murong Fu, and the swords flew into the sky. At the same time, he used the "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" to entangle the gold and silver belts together, making them difficult to untie for a while.

The three men dropped their knives and did not retreat. They shouted and rushed towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu's martial arts skills were really amazing. Without even looking at them, he kicked the three men three times, and the three men were kicked several feet away. The shouting stopped abruptly, and they could no longer make any sound. They had been kicked in the acupuncture points.

Feng Yi then intuitively felt why Qiao Feng could not defeat You Tanzhi and Murong Fu. The truth was that although Murong Fu's martial arts were weaker than Qiao Feng's, he was only weak in internal strength. With You Tanzhi as a meat shield to withstand Qiao Feng's palm power, Murong Fu used his moves to make up for You Tanzhi's loopholes. Qiao Feng did not have the internal strength to defeat You Tanzhi, so naturally he could not defeat him.

As he thought about it, a man in black suddenly stood out from the crowd, like a black eagle, and slapped Murong Fu with a steady and experienced move.

Murong Fu felt the palm wind coming at him, and suddenly realized that this man's martial arts was higher than the others, and he seemed to be a leader, so he needed to catch him before he could talk! He turned around and jumped directly over the three people lying on the ground, and hit the man in black with his right palm.

However, just as his hand was getting closer, there was a sudden flash of green light, and the man in black had in his hand a thick-backed, thin-bladed, extremely sharp ghost-head knife, with the blade facing outwards.

Murong Fu slapped him with his palm and was about to cut off his wrist. He thought to himself, you want to use the steel knife in your hand to make me change my moves, but you are also underestimating me, Murong Fu.

Murong Fu did not retract his attack, but clapped his hands as usual. When his palms were about two inches away from the blade, he suddenly changed from clapping to sweeping, and his palms swept down along the blade, directly cutting the fingers of the man in black who was holding the handle of the knife. His technique was exquisite, as if he was playing a musical instrument.

He channeled his true energy to the edge of his palm, which became as sharp as a ghost-head knife and could even cut fingers and arms.

Seeing that he changed his moves quickly and fiercely, the man in black couldn't help but let out an "eh" and quickly let go of the knife, turning his palm to meet the attack.

With a snap, the two men exchanged palm strikes. Murong Fu's power was much higher, and the palm strike shook the black-clothed man's body, but he still jumped back more than a foot, looking at Murong Fu in disbelief.

At the same time, Murong Fu grabbed the ghost-head knife with his backhand. In an instant, he smelled a fishy stench. He was caught off guard and almost vomited. He knew that the knife was highly poisonous and extremely evil.

When people are desperate, they will rebel; when dogs are desperate, they will jump over the wall. Murong Fu's current situation was the same as these evil villains. He immediately swung the knife in his hand, jumped up, and rushed into the crowd. A captivating faint green light shot out at will.

"Oh no, Boss Wu's Green Wave Fragrance Dew Knife has been snatched away by him. Don't let him hit you."

Someone's expression changed drastically and he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

Murong Fu originally wanted to resolve the grudge and give in, but based on his previous fight with the man in black, he already knew that although this man's skills were slightly inferior to his own, he had another strange quality. Taking the steel knife away would only catch him off guard. If they really fought, it would take more than a moment to defeat him. Moreover, there were hundreds of them here!

Murong Fu knew this situation very well. He knew that only defending without attacking would lead to defeat, so he rushed into the crowd, palm and sword displayed.

This Green Wave Fragrance Dew Knife is not only a precious sword, but also a poisonous sword. Not only did it surprise Murong Fu, but also the group of demons and monsters.

Murong Fu was a martial arts expert, and at this moment he used a poisonous knife. Wherever he passed, the stench was everywhere, and the poisonous gas grew in power, becoming more and more unstoppable. Everyone was terrified and slowly retreated backwards.

Although Murong Fu knew that they were afraid of his poisonous knife, he was also afraid of killing people. The hatred was getting deeper and deeper and could not be resolved, so he just swung his knife while hitting and kicking the opponents.

But when these people saw that his sword was not very powerful, they calmed down and attacked him again.

In an instant, long swords, short spears, soft whips and hard shields rushed up from all directions, and more than ten people surrounded him in the center of the battlefield.

Murong Fu was not afraid at all, his moves were calm and graceful, every time he hit a few people, the opponents increased in number, and after he hit a few more, there were more than ten people. Soon, no less than three or four hundred people swarmed around him, surrounding Murong Fu and making it difficult for him to escape.

Seeing this, Murong Fu knew he had to kill the enemy. He flicked his sleeves, sweeping away several weapons, and swung his right sword forward. Everyone encountered the bloody and smelly sword wind and retreated with bated breath.

Murong Fu turned around, the handle of the knife trembled repeatedly, and several people were knocked unconscious. Just when he was feeling satisfied, he suddenly heard Deng Baichuan shouting, "You dirty things, don't disturb the girl!"

Murong Fu knew without even looking that someone was attacking Wang Yuyan. He thought, "They can't defeat me, so they want to capture my cousin as a threat. How shameless they are."

But Murong Fu was surrounded by hundreds of people, and the same was true for Deng Baichuan and others, so they couldn't split themselves.

"Shameless villain!" Bao Bu Tong's shouting was earth-shaking, but the group of people remained indifferent and continued to grab Wang Yuyan, as if the harsher he cursed, the more excited they became. Soon the two women captured Wang Yuyan and pressed her acupoints, making her unable to move but able to speak, intending to let her call for help to confuse Murong Fu and others.

Although Wang Yuyan was afraid, she remained silent.

A long-haired monk with a golden ring on his head held a sword in his hand and placed it across Wang Yuyan's neck, shouting, "Murong boy, if you don't surrender, I will chop off your lover!"

Seeing that Wang Yuyan had been captured, everyone felt confident of victory and laughed out loud.

Duan Yu was so angry that he could not help but said to Feng Yi, "What's the point of hiding? With your martial arts skills, even if you are dissatisfied with Master Murong, why don't you speak to him openly and clearly?"

Feng Yi pointed and said, "Look over there."

Duan Yu turned his head and saw a figure swaying on the treetops in the distance. A person was running towards him on the treetops. His steps were light and free, better than running on the ground. It was more like flying than running. His black robe fluttered in the wind, as if he was flying on the wind. He seemed to be holding a whisk in his hand, like a Taoist priest.

Duan Yu was extremely surprised and asked, "Is this to help Master Murong?"

As he finished speaking, he saw the man standing on a big tree in the distance, rising and falling with the branches, but just watching everything without saying a word.

Duan Yu showed a trace of confusion on his face. Then he heard Feng Yi say: "People in this world only care about value. Whether you are useful or not, whether you have real talent or not, this is the basis of everything!

So many people gathered here to rebel. What does it mean if I leave? Have you ever thought about it? "

Duan Yu vaguely understood that the rebellion must be kept secret, and if Feng Yi went out, he would still be treated the same as Murong Fu and others.

Why did he ask Feng Yi to risk his life to help him?

Then the monk shouted again: "Murong Fu, if you really don't surrender, I will cut off this beautiful head!" The sword shook continuously, and the blade flashed with green light.

Although Murong Fu and his companions were angry, they were afraid to take any action and had no other options except shouting and cursing.

Murong Fu would never bear to see Wang Yuyan die at the hands of evildoers, but the four words "Gusu Murong" were extremely noble and he would never be threatened by anyone and surrender to these unorthodox people, otherwise he would become a topic of gossip and a laughing stock in the world.

Moreover, if he surrendered, he would probably lose his life. He shouted, "You thief monk, it's very hard for you to admit defeat. If you hurt this girl, I will tear you into pieces and I will not be a human being!" He rushed towards Wang Yuyan, but more than 20 people were holding their weapons and stabbing left and right, blocking them from the front and attacking them from the back. How could he rush past them? The monk said angrily, "I will kill this girl, and see what you can do to the old Buddha?"

Suddenly, there was a loud rustling sound, and a man jumped out from the bushes, holding his hands high, and ran while shouting, "Stop chopping, stop chopping, I surrender, I surrender."

He moved swiftly, sometimes staggering, sometimes moving nimbly. Everyone's long swords and palm winds made hissing sounds, and the knife shadows were like waves. This man rushed over without any pause.

Although Duan Yu understood a little bit, there was only one Wang Yuyan in his eyes and in his heart. Seeing that the monk was really going to swing his sword to kill people, he hurriedly jumped out to surrender.

This sudden attack frightened the monk so much that he took two steps back. He raised his dazed eyes and looked at the person who came.

Wang Yuyan was held by a steel knife by the neck. Although she was afraid, she was still conscious. She looked over and saw Duan Yu with leaves on his head. He looked terrified, but he ignored the weapon and rushed towards her. She was surprised and delighted, and shouted, "Master Duan..."

She knew that Duan Yu's martial arts were sometimes effective and sometimes not, and now that he was risking his life for her, she felt somewhat grateful in her heart.

Duan Yu said happily: "It's me, it's me!"

The monk cursed: "You... who are you?"

Duan Yu said, "I am a human being, how can I be a thing?" The monk slapped Duan Yu in the jaw with his backhand.

Duan Yu didn't know any martial arts, and he couldn't dodge in time. Wang Yuyan's heart sank. If the monk were to strike down with a palm, Duan Yu would be toothless if not dead. She couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and closed her eyes.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a strong wind blowing all around, which made my face hurt.

Wang Yuyan felt something was strange and opened her eyes to look: "Ah, it's him..." With a soft cry, she saw Feng Yi in a green robe and A Zi in a fluttering purple robe, the two standing side by side, and Duan Yu was right next to her. She immediately realized that it must be Feng Yi who arrived in time and saved Duan Yu.

Feng Yi's Qi sank into his Dantian, and he suddenly shouted: "Stop it!!"

This sound was made with the inner strength, and the tone was long, like a dragon's roar in a lake or thunder in the plain.

All of a sudden, everyone's hearts were pounding, their ears were buzzing, the leaves were rustling, and the lights were flickering. Everyone was frightened and stopped fighting immediately.

Wang Yuyan's tired cheeks showed a look of joy, and her eyes moved towards her cousin.

When Murong Fu heard the voice, his heart was also shocked. When everyone saw the two people, some of their eyes lit up, while others were surprised and confused.

The man said nothing, but Ah Zi's graceful figure and bright purple clothes made her look like the moon rising after the clouds had parted, adding a bit of brightness to the gloomy valley.

In Feng Yi's eyes, Murong Fu and the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands had nothing to do with him, so he just let them do it. Anyway, since the Taoist priest had come, he would eventually come out to stop them.

However, Duan Yu was his elder brother-in-law after all. If he was slapped in the face, he would be ashamed, so he had to rush out and rescue him.

Well, since he has taken action, there is no point in watching this fun, so we might as well end it as soon as possible.

Feng Yi saw that everyone was looking at him, but he looked at Duan Yu and suddenly sighed, "You shouted surrender, but if I had come a step later, you would have slapped me in the face. Do you still have the dignity to be a man?"

Everyone was furious when they heard this. Duan Yu came out to cause trouble, so how could they be so shameless to slap him? But Feng Yi just said a word, and everyone's hearts trembled and their spirits were shaken. They were overwhelmed by his aura, and even though they were outnumbered, they did not dare to talk to him rashly.

Duan Yu didn't know that he was almost knocked down and his head would be broken and bleeding. He also knew that he couldn't avoid the slap just now, and it would be ugly to surrender in front of his sister and brother-in-law. He couldn't help but force a smile and said, "I was just hot-headed. As for other things, I didn't think much about it."

Feng Yi nodded and said, "What a hot-headed person! He is a man of temperament!"

Ah Zi said, "I think he is stupid!" Then she said to Wang Yuyan, "Little girl, your cousin is unreliable!"

Wang Yuyan bit her red lips and her face was pale.

Murong Fu frowned and said, "Miss, you misunderstood. My cousin grew up with me and knows my character. The Murong family would rather die than be humiliated!"

Wang Yuyan's eyes turned red, and she said sadly, "Cousin, if you die, I, I won't live either."

Duan Yu felt great pain in his heart when he saw her miserable expression, and said to Feng Yi, "Brother Feng, please save Miss Wang!" He excitedly made a gesture to rush forward.

Seeing that Feng Yi had come out, he naturally asked him to save Wang Yuyan.

Feng Yi reached out his hand to stop Duan Yu, glanced at the monk, and said calmly: "Master, I heard it, I wonder if you can give me a little face?"

The monk snorted and said, "Your Excellency, do you want to intervene?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Why do you have to say it so harshly? I want to stop the fight, isn't that possible?"

The monk glanced at Feng Yi and A Zi. He saw how Duan Yu came, but these two people seemed to appear out of thin air, or crawled out from underground. He knew they were not easy to mess with, but they let them go just because of his words. As the master of this island, he was really embarrassed. He suddenly asked, "Do you know who we are?"

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Feng Yi smiled and said, "I have just heard of the great names of the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands."

The monk sneered and nodded: "At least you have some knowledge. The Murong family has no face, so what right do you have?"

Feng Yi said in a deep voice: "It seems that you don't want to give face?"

The monk's face turned cold, and he asked, "What do you want to do?"

Feng Yi smiled and nodded: "Very good, very good!" His body shook like a cloud and lightning, and he flashed past the monk over a distance of ten feet. Before the monk could react, Feng Yi had already pressed his palm on Wang Yuyan's shoulder. A stream of internal force penetrated her shoulder and hit the monk's palm directly.

The monk's wrist felt hot, and Feng Yi's internal energy caused the blood in his chest to churn. He groaned miserably, and his sword fell to the ground with a clang. He flew more than ten feet away, his internal organs squeezed into a ball, and he grimaced, but could not make any sound.

Feng Yi had already grabbed Wang Yuyan and retreated more than a meter.

At the same time, there were rapid whooshing sounds, and hundreds of ox-hair needles flew through the air towards Feng Yi, Wang Yuyan, A Zi and others, covering an area of ​​ten feet in radius.

Feng Yi laughed, and drew a half circle in the air with his right hand. His internal force was vast, invisible and tangible.

There were no stars or moon at this time, but various lights illuminated the surroundings. In the eyes of everyone, Feng Yi seemed to have built an invisible barrier more than ten feet away.

These dark blue and black ox-hair needles collided with each other, emitting brilliant sparks, but they could not escape control.

This situation was as if Feng Yi had raised a black, blue and red shield and blocked several people in front of him.

This scene was far more bizarre and weird than their fireworks. Everyone held their breath, as if a breath of air could blow away a needle.

The fighting arena was naturally extremely quiet, but every face was pale and beads of sweat the size of beans were oozing out from the top of their heads.

Feng Yi suddenly came forward and retreated just now, coming like a light smoke and leaving like a ghost. Everyone knew that this ascetic was brave and courageous by nature, so this was already very remarkable.

Once Lord Sang Tu used his ox-hair needle, it would be acceptable if Feng Yi could counterattack it to another place like Murong Fu did.

I never thought that he could actually control these thousands of ox-hair needles together. This kind of magical skill is simply unprecedented and unheard of!

Murong Fu looked at him with envy and fear. He laughed dryly and said, "Brother Feng can gather all of Lord Sang Dong's ox-hair needles in one place with just a wave of his hand. This is truly admirable."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Everyone, what if these needles are counterattacked?"

Everyone retreated instantly, and some people even looked for cover. Feng Yi smiled slightly, waved his palm, and all the cow-hair needles shot out.

Everyone looked over and were stunned. It turned out that they saw these cow-hair needles flying towards the Taoist who was watching the fun on the top of the tree.

At the same time, Feng Yi rushed out, waved his sleeves, and slapped the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" towards a rock in the air.

This ox-hair needle had shot Feng Yi once before, and he knew that it was the work of Sang Tugong. His eyes were so sharp that he saw that the man who shot the needle was holding a small tripod in his arms, and the rock-like thing was the man's back. The palm force was used skillfully, over and over again, continuously.

Before, when Lord Sang Tu saw Murong Fu leading a large group of people in a melee, he did not dare to fire for fear of accidentally injuring his accomplices. But when facing Feng Yi, he had no worries.

Who would have thought that the other party would have such means? After he injected the needle, he immediately hid himself, lay on the ground, and pretended to be a stone. Unexpectedly, a force sucked him directly off the ground.

Sang Tugong had a lot of strange skills. He was not only proficient in using hidden weapons but also good at ground walking. But when he was sucked up, he hurriedly used the "Thousand-Jin Drop" skill, but it was completely useless. He fell to the ground with a bang.

Feng Yi took a step forward and gently stepped on his back with his right foot, with his toes pointing at the "Lingtai Point". With a slight force, Sang Tugong's tendons and bones softened and he fell to the ground.

He still did not give up, and tried to get up by supporting himself with his hands. However, under Feng Yi's magical power, it was as if a mountain was pressing down on his back. He could not move at all even if he tried his best. He shouted loudly, "I surrender to you!"

Suddenly, someone sighed: "What a great way to capture a dragon and control a crane!"

The Taoist holding the whisk swung it rapidly, stirring up a strong wind, which slapped towards the ground, causing a rebound and making his body slowly fall like a kite.

His lightness skill was indeed amazing, but the recoil force of the true energy on the whisk was even more powerful. In the blink of an eye, it had fallen to the ground. It turned out to be a Taoist with a black beard, about fifty years old, with a thin physique and a casual look.

Feng Yi took a closer look and said, "Are you the Taoist Buping?"

"It is me." Taoist Buping smiled slightly, "May I ask your name?"

He was just there to watch the fun, waiting for the right moment to come forward and stop the fight, doing a favor for both sides. However, he was attacked by Feng Yi with a cow-hair needle. Although he could not be hurt from such a long distance, the opponent's internal strength and martial arts were indeed beyond imagination. Since this master could no longer pretend, he was eager to know Feng Yi's origins.

Feng Yi smiled, but before he could answer, Feng Bo'e said, "You all don't know this hero Feng Yifeng. You are really ignorant!"

"No, no, it's not that. It's only natural that a frog in a well can't see the world!"

Bao Bu Tong saw that Feng Yi had helped them by saving Wang Yuyan, so he regarded Bu Ping Taoist as an accomplice of this group of monsters and demons, so he helped Feng Yi.

Sometimes friends become enemies in just a moment.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Master Murong, we are really destined to meet each other. We will meet each other no matter where we go."

Murong Fu was silent for a moment, thinking: "I have been walking on thin ice all my life. I can't hide from him. And he saw me being humiliated tonight." He didn't even wait for an answer.

Taoist Buping raised his eyebrows, swung his whisk, bowed and said, "So you are the hero Feng Yifeng who killed the four evils in the world. I have heard of your fame for a long time. Seeing you today, you are indeed extraordinary."

The more they listened, the more shocked they became. Suddenly, they were terrified. The Four Evils of the World were well-known villains in the martial arts world, and they were all killed by him. What about us? Feng Yi bowed slightly and said, "No problem."

Suddenly, someone said, "This is the place of our Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands. No matter how strong your martial arts are, who can you scare?" His voice was like the sound of swords clashing. It was Boss Wu who had just fought with Murong Fu.

Feng Yi said calmly: "I'm not threatening you!"

Taoist Buping smiled and said, "Mr. Wu, people in the martial arts world say that I have already died, so you don't believe it, right?"

"I dare not!" Boss Wu bowed and said, "The Taoist priest is famous all over the world, and we are well-known, but today they are making things difficult for us."

Taoist Buping smiled and said, "The conflict between the two sides was purely a misunderstanding. Why don't you give me a favor and turn the enemy into a friend?" His tone was kind, but there was a sense of majesty that made it difficult to refuse.

Boss Wu said, "Looking at the golden face of Taoist Buping, we have to sell it to him."

In fact, Murong Fu is already difficult to deal with alone, and with Feng Yi and Duan Yu added to the mix, Boss Wu is eager for someone to come out and smooth things over so that he can get out of this situation without losing face.

Taoist Buping smiled and said, "Mr. Wu, the masters of the thirty-six caves and the seventy-two islands are meeting here. Is it because of the matter of that man in Tianshan?"

A strange look suddenly flashed across Wu Lao Da's eyes, and he looked quite uneasy, but then he calmed down and said, "I don't quite understand what Taoist Buping said. We brothers are scattered all over the place, and it's rare for us to meet. We all agreed to gather here, and there is no other intention. I don't know how, Master Murong of Gusu came to us and wanted to make things difficult for us."

Murong Fu said, "I was just passing by here, and I didn't know that you all gathered here. I'm sorry for the offence. Thank you." He bowed to all four directions and said, "Thanks to the intervention of the hero Feng and the Taoist Priest Buping, I didn't get into trouble any more. I am very grateful. We'll meet again later. Farewell."

He knew that the gathering of unorthodox figures from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands must have some important hidden secret.

But he didn't want to see Feng Yi, and when he heard Taoist Buping mentioned the man from Tianshan, Boss Wu immediately changed the subject. It was obvious that he was very sensitive about this. If he didn't withdraw, it would be too ignorant, and it would seem like he was intentionally prying into other people's privacy. He clasped his hands, bowed, turned around and left.

Wang Yuyan wanted to follow, but when she remembered that she had been acupunctured, her heart pounded and her cheeks flushed. She whispered, "Master Feng, can you untie my acupuncture points?"

She knew that in order to relieve the acupuncture points on her body, she had to push the blood through the "Shenfeng Point". The "Shenfeng Point" was on her chest next to her breast, and it would be inconvenient for anyone else to relieve the acupuncture points for her except her cousin.

However, Feng Yi's magical power was amazing, and he could release the acupuncture points remotely. As for him taking advantage of her, Wang Yuyan knew that a great master like Feng Yi respected his status and would definitely not do that.

Feng Yi saw her expression and knew what was going on. He waved his hand and untied her acupuncture points with a hissing sound. Although Wang Yuyan was in extreme pain, she still faced Feng Yi, bowed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Feng, for saving me."

Feng Yi waved his hand and said, "I don't deserve it. If you want to thank someone, thank your family." Then he glanced at Duan Yu.

Ah Zi smiled slyly and said, "Mr. Wang, you'd better be my sister-in-law. With a brother-in-law like this, you can turn danger into safety. Cousins ​​are unreliable!"

Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan were stunned and understood instantly. If Wang Yuyan married Duan Yu, wouldn't Feng Yi become Wang Yuyan's brother-in-law?

Feng Yi also found it funny. Apart from Duan Yu's relationship as the eldest brother-in-law, and only considering his relationship with Ah Zi, he did become Wang Yuyan's brother-in-law, and it seemed that Qiao Feng was also the same. Because Ah Zhu didn't seem to be older than Wang Yuyan.

This is fucked up, luckily no one knows about it.

Wang Yuyan nodded and smiled at Duan Yu, then lowered her head and walked towards her cousin.

When Duan Yu saw Wang Yuyan nodding and smiling at him, he suddenly felt light and as if he had lost weight, and he couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts.

Boss Wu bowed and said, "Mr. Murong, Mr. Feng, Boss Wu is honored to meet heroes like you today. The mountains and rivers remain unchanged, and the green rivers flow forever. Farewell." His words really implied that he didn't want them to stay here.

Feng Yi smiled slightly and said calmly: "Feng is a person who follows nature and does whatever he wants. Even if you buy the land, I have to stay if I don't want to leave. Or does Mr. Wu want to teach me how to do things?"

(End of this chapter)