Traveling through the villains of Shaoge: Dark River Chaos into the Golden Book World

"Cousin." Wang Yuyan wanted to persuade her again, but Murong Huansha hurriedly pressed her shoulder and persuaded her in a low voice.

"Auntie doesn't need to persuade you anymore. There are some things that Second Uncle needs to suffer a little before he can figure it out."

"But I'm worried that if my cousin loses to the great monk, he will kill him." Wang Yuyan said worriedly.

Murong Huansha glanced at Su Changhe and Li Xinyue, rolled his eyes, and showed a mischievous smile.

"If he really wants to keep dying, then don't blame us for not talking about martial arts."

Seeing Murong Fu being pressed and beaten by Jiumozhi in the arena, Li Xinyue showed a strange expression.

"Weird, why is Mr. Murong's swordsmanship not as chic and comfortable as before? Could it be that he was ridiculed by these monks and messed up?"

Su Changhe smiled and said nothing, it would not do him any good to expose the fact that Murong Fu relied too much on Wang Yuyan's guidance in front of so many people.

Based on his knowledge of the martial arts of the two, if Murong Fu can stick to his sect, he will be able to stand against Jiumozhi for a long time by relying on his strength.

But Murong Fu is anxious to prove himself now, the use of moves is a bit messy, and the martial arts he learned is complicated but not perfect, and Wang Yuyan didn't remind him, so he was completely suppressed by Jiumozhi.

In less than a stick of incense, Jiumozhi saw the flaw and knocked Murong Fu to the ground with his palm, mocking him.

"What's your name for this move? Could it be a new move created by the Murong family? It's called No Successor, hahaha!"

"Thinking back when the Murong family's star shifting power shocked the martial arts world, there were few rivals in the world, but it's a pity that it's so vulnerable in your generation."

"What is North Qiaofeng and South Murong? North Qiaofeng has been avoiding and not fighting, and you, Nan Murong, are just living in vain."

Murong Huansha's face was full of evil, and he asked: "Could it be possible that the master forgot that he was defeated by my father three years ago?"

Jiumozhi raised his eyelids, although this matter was disgraceful, he admitted it generously.

"That's right, young monk Murong Heng really admires me. Perhaps he is the one who can be called Nan Murong."

"But now that the little monk has achieved great martial arts, if we fight again today, the little monk may not lose to him!"

Su Changhe listened to it with great splendor. This Murong Heng is the protagonist of the game "Golden Book of Beauty Records". He didn't expect to have no chance to appear in this world. If this is the case, let me take over the title of Young Master Xihua.

Murong Fu's face turns green and pale, he managed to gain the reputation of Nan Murong in Jianghu, but he didn't expect to be defeated so thoroughly in front of this foreign monk today.

"Cousin." Wang Yuyan just bent down to help him, but was pushed away by his palm.

All of this was seen by Li Xinyue, she looked down on people like Murong Fu from the bottom of her heart, she was obviously inferior in skills, but she wanted to vent her anger on a girl who cared about him, it was really embarrassing to a man!

So he came over to comfort the aggrieved Wang Yuyan, while Su Changhe was stunned, "Shouldn't I be the one to comfort the girl?"
Jiumozhi ignored them, and when he was about to walk back to Shishui Pavilion, Murong Huansha pursed his lips and stopped him.

"You want to stop the little monk?" Jiumozhi looked angry, and green smoke faintly appeared on the sleeve robe.

"Huansha has no intention of blocking Master." Murong Huansha shook his head, and suddenly pointed at Li Xinyue and Su Changhe.

"The master just said that there is no one in my Central Plains martial arts, but you may not be able to win the two of them."

Seeing that Jiumozhi didn't believe her, she continued: "They are the direct disciples of Guo Daxia and the top ten female sword immortals in Beili Kingdom."

"What, when did I become Guo Jing's apprentice?" Su Changhe suddenly looked confused.

A few days ago, Tian Guinong mistook him for Guo Jing, but now this woman started talking nonsense about his relationship with Guo Jing. Does the world have ill will towards him?
Murong Huansha smiled at Su Changhe and said, "Your Excellency is very proficient in the Nine Yin Divine Art just now."

"According to what Abi said, you once used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to blow the heads of the two guardians of Mantuo Villa flying in one move."

"It can be seen that the skill is very close to that of Guo Daxia ten years ago, and he has the heart of a great hero. Only Guo Daxia can cultivate such an outstanding disciple."

After she finished speaking, she bowed to Su Changhe, thanking him for saving Azhu and Abi in Mantuo Villa.

"Haha, I love to hear what you say that I have the heart of a hero." Su Changhe smiled with satisfaction.

"Don't be fooled by her." Li Xinyue tugged on Su Changhe's sleeve, and did not hesitate to expose Murong Huansha's plan.

"This little girl is very sinister, she clearly wants to use our hands to divert the attention of King Dalun Ming."

"This young master knows the scriptures of the Nine Yins?" Jiumozhi's eyes lit up, and he turned to Su Changhe.

The hot eyes made Su Changhe very uncomfortable. After pondering for a moment, he asked:

"National teacher, don't you want to say that the old master Murong worships the Jiuyin magic skill very much."

"In order to repay the kindness he taught you back then, you want to take my live exercise book to be cremated in front of the old owner's grave?"

After Murong Huansha thought for a moment, he smiled and said, "My lord, you're worrying too much. Grandpa doesn't have a good relationship with some inheritors of the Nine Yin Divine Art."

"Ahem." Now Jiumozhi blushed, if he imitated Duan Yu's excuse of cremation and live swordsmanship to arrest Su Changhe, he would lose all face.

So he bowed to Su Changhe: "My lord, I'm a poor monk, I want to see the magic of Jiuyin magic."

"The place here is too small. If I break all the ornaments in Shenhezhuang, I won't be able to pay for it. Let's go to the courtyard to compete." Su Changhe smiled.

"He and I are comrades-in-arms for many years. Even in a competition, we have to join hands." Li Xinyue jumped out with a blushing face, finally revealing a delicate relationship.

Jiumozhi nodded without any objection.

In the courtyard, Li Xinyue's body was full of sword energy, and when the heart sword was released, a tyrannical sword energy swept towards Jiumozhi with the momentum of going straight to the sky.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" Jiumozhi sighed in admiration, put away his contempt, and transferred his internal energy with his palms like embracing a ball, and then with a swipe of both hands, a fiery invisible saber energy tore the sword energy apart.

Su Changhe was not in a hurry to make a move. He was too short of two people in cultivation now, so he could only let Li Xinyue go to the front first, and act as an assassin to launch a sneak attack.

Li Xinyue's eyebrows and eyes were sharp, and she made another sword strike.

Jiumozhi raised his eyes, and found that ten sword shadows suddenly appeared above his head, and he raised his palm with flames.

"Break!" He yelled loudly, and the sky suddenly burst into flames, swallowing those sword shadows directly.

"I'll go, this Jiumozhi seems to be much stronger than the original book." Su Changhe's eyes trembled.

At the same time, Jiumozhi saw Li Xinyue raised the sword, and at the moment when Li Xinyue raised her sword, she waved her sleeve lightly, and a scorching finger shot away.

"Be careful of his Wuxiangjie finger!" Su Changhe hastily reminded him.

The corner of Li Xinyue's mouth curled into a smile, and the thumb of her left hand lifted a little, a frosty and strong sword energy broke through Jiumozhi's finger strength, and struck towards the center of Jiumozhi's eyebrows.