"You're all courting death!"
Ding Chunqiu is not someone to be trifled with. Although he has not mastered the essence of the Xiaoyao Sect, he is highly skilled in poison techniques.
He unleashed a burst of poison gas, first killing several lowly martial arts practitioners who had fired arrows from the shadows, then swung his poisonous palm towards Murong Fu.
"Murong Fu! Do you know that I despise people like you who shout about great benevolence and righteousness but are actually hypocritical heroes!"
Ding Chunqiu shouted as he rushed over with lightning speed.
"So noisy!"
Murong Fu snorted coldly, drew a circle with his hands, and the stars shifted!
Ding Chunqiu's heart tightened, and he quickly withdrew the half-unleashed poisonous palm strike.
Because he had no antidote for some of the toxins, if the poisonous palm strike rebounded, he might poison himself to death.
Murong Fu gave Lu Xiaofeng a wink.
Lu Xiaofeng understood.
Phoenix dances in the nine heavens!
Then came,
The Spiritual Finger Technique!
Taking advantage of Ding Chunqiu's distraction, Lu Xiaofeng moved like a phoenix, instantly appearing in front of Ding Chunqiu and striking his pressure point with his Lingxi Finger.
Ding Chunqiu was subdued in an instant.
Lu Xiaofeng looked down at his fingers, which had turned blue and purple.
"What a vicious poison technique! It's enough to poison me like this."
Lu Xiaofeng muttered to himself, then hurriedly circulated his internal energy to expel the poison. Two drops of poisoned blood were forced out from his fingers, dripping onto the ground and splashing up a cloud of dust.
"Young Master Murong possesses unparalleled martial arts skills and is extremely righteous. We admire him greatly!"
"Young Master Murong, this Ding Chunqiu killed my senior brother. Please allow me to kill him with my own hands."
"Young Master Murong..."
Many martial arts figures gathered around, offering their compliments.
Lu Xiaofeng choked up. "It was clearly me who struck Ding Chunqiu's pressure points. You've praised the wrong person, haven't you?"
"Amitabha! This old monk Xuan Nan of Shaolin Temple greets Young Master Murong."
When the Shaolin monks arrived, everyone else made way for them.
Xuan Nan first greeted Murong Fu, then looked at Lu Xiaofeng and said, "Great Hero Lu, I didn't expect to see you here. Master Kugua and I have been friends for many years and often correspond. He has mentioned you many times in his letters."
"So it was Master Xuannan."
Lu Xiaofeng then happily stroked his beard.
Just as everyone was praising him.
Suddenly a figure rushed over and grabbed Murong Fu's leg.
"Great Hero Murong, waah! Thank you so much for avenging me!" the man cried. "My parents and family were all killed by Old Monster Ding. I wish I could eat their flesh alive! Waah!"
The crowd was filled with indignation and pity.
"Young lady, don't worry, Ding Chunqiu has been subdued by Hero Murong. Today you can avenge yourself!"
"Yes, little girl, you can rest in peace now."
"Don't talk nonsense. What do you mean by 'rest in peace'? The young girl isn't dead yet."
"..."
Murong Fu looked at the girl, who seemed somewhat familiar, and asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Azi. I am all alone. I beg you, great hero, to take pity on me and accept me as your servant. I can serve you tea and water and even warm your bed."
Azi's big eyes darted around, and she pretended to sob.
It really was her.
Murong Fu was not surprised at all; this was a ruthless and cunning actress.
"Don't rush to talk about that. Wasn't your family killed by Ding Chunqiu? Now go and kill him to avenge your family."
Murong Fu pulled her away and handed her a sword.
"Ah, this..."
Azi was embarrassed; she still wanted to extract the secret skill from Ding Chunqiu.
Murong Fu said, "You don't dare? Then forget it. A woman your age should stay at home and learn calligraphy and embroidery. Don't worry, I will find you a needlework teacher later."
"No! I dare!"
Azi caught the sword, gritted her teeth, and plunged it into Ding Chunqiu's chest.
puff!
Ding Chunqiu spat out a mouthful of blood, but this also broke through his acupoints.
"Ah Zi, you'll die a horrible death!"
Ding Chunqiu roared, still trying to struggle.
"ah!"
Startled, Azi dropped her hand and hid behind Murong Fu in a panic.
With a sword stuck in his body, Ding Chunqiu fled into the distance.
At this moment.
A figure came straight at him, slamming a palm into Ding Chunqiu's head, sending Ding Chunqiu's body flying. He crashed to the ground, convulsing and dying.
"Li Feiyu, the murderer and arsonist?"
Everyone looked at "Li Feiyu" and recognized him.
The Murong family was shocked.
Last time, when he disguised himself as Li Feiyu, someone impersonated "Murong Fu". This time, when he appeared in his true form, someone impersonated "Li Feiyu".
Are you kidding me?!
Li Feiyu stood with his hands behind his back, surveyed the entire scene, and said coldly, "Although I am a murderer and arsonist, I cannot tolerate such scum of the martial world. I will kill this scoundrel. Do you have any objections?"
No one spoke, because Li Feiyu's fearsome reputation was no less than Ding Chunqiu's; both were ruthless killers who didn't blink an eye.
"Young Master Li!"
Kumārajīva and Duan Yu emerged from behind the crowd.
Li Feiyu revealed no flaws and clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "It's Master Kumārajīva and Young Master Duan. It's been a long time. How have you been?"
Kumārajīva performed a Buddhist salute: "Amitabha! Young Master Li's demeanor remains as elegant as ever."
Duan Yu frowned as he looked at "Li Feiyu". He felt that something was wrong with this "Li Feiyu". Although he looked exactly the same, he didn't have the same sense of familiarity as before.
Duan Yu looked at Murong Fu again, and found himself drawn to him.
Eight middle-aged and elderly men, accompanied by many skilled fighters, arrived: "Where is Ding Chunqiu? We, the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass, are here and will not allow Ding Chunqiu to set foot on Leigu Mountain!"
Everyone looked at Ding Chunqiu's corpse.
They were all stunned for a moment, and they also looked at the corpse.
"That's Ding Chunqiu? He's dead?"
"Who killed Old Monster Ding?"
"Good death! Good death!"
"Master! Your long-cherished wish has finally been fulfilled! That traitor Ding Chunqiu is finally dead!"
The Eight Friends of Hangu were very excited and their eyes filled with tears.
Everyone then looked at Murong Fu.
Xue Muhua immediately clasped his hands in a fist and said to Murong Fu, "So it was Young Master Murong who made the move. I am Xue Muhua, and I have no special skills except for a little medical knowledge. I owe you a favor."
Murong Fu remained calm and composed, replying, "Dr. Xue, you are too kind. Who in the martial world does not know of Dr. Xue's miraculous healing skills?"
The other eight friends of Hangu Pass also expressed their gratitude.
Murong Fu replied to each one.
Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard, looking like an outsider.
Well, this isn't Daming Prefecture, it's normal that nobody recognizes me!
Murong Fu smiled slightly and introduced, "This is Lu Xiaofeng, the great hero. If it weren't for his intervention, Ding Chunqiu wouldn't have been captured so easily."
"Lu Xiaofeng? Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows?"
"So it's Master Lu!"
"Thank you very much, Master Lu."
The Eight Friends of Hangu took turns thanking Lu Xiaofeng.
Lu Xiaofeng glanced gratefully at Murong Fu, who was nothing special except for his pride.
"You're too kind. I only made a slight move; it was Young Master Murong who took the lead."
"Hypocritical people from the Central Plains."
At that moment, a cold snort came from outside the crowd.
Everyone looked and saw "Li Feiyu".
That's just right!
Duan Yu finally found a familiar feeling in "Li Feiyu".
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