Feng Buping, Cheng Buyou, and the other members of the Sword Sect stared warily at Murong Fu: "Boy, who are you?"
The disciples of the Qi Sect were utterly shocked. Their junior sister was pregnant with this man's child?
"Senior Brother, how could Junior Sister..."
Don't ask me! I don't know!
Linghu Chong gritted his teeth. Although he was extremely reluctant to admit it, he had confirmed with his master when he was in Hengshan City that his junior sister had indeed been betrothed to Murong Fu.
Yue Buqun was overjoyed and looked at Murong Fu with satisfaction. In the past few days, he had secretly investigated Murong Fu's identity and found that he was a man of great importance.
Ning Zhongze, however, frowned deeply, her still charming face contorted in a grimace.
"Father-in-law, Mother-in-law."
Murong Fu ignored the Sword Sect members, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze, and said earnestly, "Mother-in-law, I have long heard of your graceful demeanor. When we first met, I almost mistook you for Shan'er's twin sister."
Although Ning Zhongze was secretly pleased, she still gave him a disapproving look and said, "You're so glib."
Murong Fu noticed the joy flashing in Ning Zhongze's eyes and couldn't help but smile slightly: "As long as Mother-in-law is happy, your son-in-law can be this glib every day."
"cough!"
Yue Buqun couldn't stand it any longer. Although he was talking nonsense, seeing his son-in-law flirting with his mother-in-law was beyond his tolerance. "My dear son-in-law! You and Lingshan have traveled a long way and are covered in dust. You should rest for a while while I spar with some of my fellow disciples."
Murong Fu shook his head and said calmly, "Father-in-law, it's alright. Although I am not very capable, I am more than capable of dealing with some nobodies."
"Hey kid! Who are you calling a cat or dog?!"
Cheng Buyou stared angrily at Murong Fu.
"Excuse me, senior, I wasn't targeting you personally. What I meant was that everyone here is just a nobody."
Murong Fu calmly surveyed the Sword Sect members.
"You little brat! You're asking for it!"
Everyone couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward to teach this arrogant brat a lesson!
Feng Buping reached out to stop them: "Everyone, don't be impulsive. This boy is very wicked. He just wants to provoke your anger and make us lose our composure so that we can bully the weak and take advantage of our strength. Even if we win, it won't be honorable."
"Senior Brother Feng is absolutely right. I will deal with this brat and teach him a lesson about how arrogant he is!"
Cheng Buyou suppressed his anger, raised his sword, stepped forward, his gaze cold and sharp, as if he could burst into flames.
Linghu Chong immediately turned to Yue Buqun and said, "Master, do we need an outsider to help us?"
Yue Buqun calmly shook his head: "Fu'er is Ling Shan's husband, a member of the Qi Sect, how could he be an outsider?"
"..." Linghu Chong remained silent, glaring hatefully at Murong Fu.
"Go, my husband!"
Yue Lingshan said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong was so angry that his chest ached. Not only had his junior sister taken someone else's form, but she was also carrying that person's child!
But for some reason, the junior sister seemed even more beautiful in this state.
Linghu Chong was stunned for a moment.
Murong Fu naturally noticed this, but he didn't care much. He could just have Linghu Chong sterilized later; it was only a matter of an inch or two.
On the field.
Cheng Buyou said in a deep voice, "Boy, my sword technique is the Gale Swift Sword, created by my senior brother Feng Buping. It has 108 moves. I will not use my internal strength to suppress you, but simply defeat you with my sword technique, so that you will be convinced!"
Murong Fu pondered for a moment before replying, "I have not learned many martial arts from the Huashan School, only the basic sword techniques. I will use the basic sword techniques to fight against you, senior."
Cheng Buyou took it as Murong Fu deliberately humiliating him, and suppressed his anger, coldly snorting, "What a basic swordsmanship! I hope you won't regret it after you lose!"
That's all.
Cheng Buyou took the lead and wielded his sword, each strike faster than the last, like a whirlwind sweeping across the land. In the blink of an eye, he had swung his sword over a hundred times.
The onlookers were dazzled and marveled at the extraordinary skill of the swordsmanship.
In an instant, the sword shadow was already upon them.
Murong Fu, however, seemed to be frozen in fear and did not make a move.
Cheng Buyou smiled contemptuously, thinking he was just pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, but who knew he really was a pig!
Just as he was about to place the sword against Murong Fu's neck, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck and his heart skipped a beat.
Before he knew it, a sword was placed against his neck.
Murong Fu sheathed his sword and said very politely, "This swordsmanship is quite good. If you were to perform for money, you would surely earn a lot of silver."
Cheng Buyou was stunned.
The others were also stunned, completely bewildered. When did Murong Fu make his move? Why was his sword at Cheng Buyou's neck?
How did you do that?
"How did you do that? I merely extended my sword, and you came to me on your own. You should ask yourself that question."
Murong Fu replied with a faint smile.
Cheng Buyou remained silent, and so did everyone else.
It sounds simple, but in reality, it requires seeing through the flaws in the sword technique and finding gaps in the dense, whirlwind-like sword moves. Such insight transcends the scope of sword technique and can be called the Way of the Sword.
Cheng Buyou laughed bitterly. How ridiculous that he had just thought this kid was a pig, but little did he know that he was the pig.
“I have lost. People of the Sword Sect, come with me back to the back mountain.”
Cheng Buyou let out a long sigh.
Feng Buping had no objection. He had already lost to Yue Buqun's disciple, and now his junior brother had been defeated by Yue Buqun's son-in-law. It seemed that the Sword Sect indeed did not have the strength to take charge of the Huashan Sect.
Sword Sect and the others left quickly.
Yue Buqun praised, "My worthy son-in-law is skilled in martial arts."
Murong Fu said calmly, "Father-in-law, you flatter me. What I used just now was the 'Phoenix Arrives' technique from the Huashan Swordplay. It is an extremely exquisite Huashan Swordplay technique, and it has nothing to do with me."
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