The Heavens: Reborn Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 92 It's You!

The person who came was Murong Fu, Ding ChunQiu saw Murong Fu appeared, his heart sank.

Coincidentally, at this time Murong Fu also turned his head slowly, and saw Ye Wuxin and Ding Chunqiu who were confronting each other.

"Coincidentally, this is really where we don't meet each other in life. We met just now, separated for a short time, and reunited here again."

Murong Fu clasped his hands together and saluted Ding Chunqiu and Ye Wuxin, his expression was half a smile but not a smile.

"It's indeed a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet Murong benefactor here. I wonder if the benefactor is interested in killing Ding Chunqiu, a notorious old devil?"

"Old Monster Xingxiu is notorious all over the world. If he is killed here by 'Nan Murong', it will definitely make Gusu Murong's reputation even more famous all over the world. What does Mr. Murong think?"

Hearing Ye Wuxin speak, Ding Chunqiu felt bad.

"First I hurt several generals under him, and I almost killed Murong Fu in today's chess game, there is absolutely no way this person and I will end our grievances with me." '

'I've heard that Gusu Murong's kungfu is profound, 'Use the way of the other, and give it to the other' is even more prestigious in the martial arts, I think it's not all lies. '

' At that time, I saw that he was very good at throwing chess pieces, if he fights this little bald donkey, if Murong Fu makes another horizontal move, it will be dangerous.But.'

Ding Chunqiu's expression darkened, looking at the Shenmu Wangding in Ye Wuxin's hand, he fell into hesitation.

The Shenmu Wangding, which he had found so hard, fell into the hands of the opponent, and when he was about to make a move, the opponent also came for a strong support. This luck is really back home.

When Murong Fu heard this, his eyes couldn't help moving slightly, if he really killed this old monster, it would be of great help to his Murong family's great cause.

After a group of heroes from the Central Plains learned that he killed the old demon Xingxiu and wiped out the evils of the martial arts, it might attract many people with lofty ideals to come to serve him.

"Hmph, junior brother, you have a glib tongue. You often debate Zen and discuss the scriptures with others."

During the conversation, Sanxiao Xiaoyao San reappeared, covering Murong Fu silently.

"Shaolin disciple, little monk, don't you remember being a senior brother with you, an old monster. Could it be that you secretly worshiped Shaolin Temple? Little monk, I don't remember such a bastard senior brother like you!"

Without waiting for Ding Chunqiu to answer, Xingxiu disciples on the side jumped up and said.

"You stinky bald donkey is up and down, my master is the supreme martial artist, and you, a bald donkey, are also worthy of being my master's junior. If you are wise, you can beat that little one hahaha."

Before he finished speaking, the Xingxiu disciple laughed again, with an extremely strange expression on his face.

A moment later, the Xingxiu disciple smiled dryly, with a secretive and funny smile on his face, and lost his life.

"Just now, I would like to thank little master for saving my brothers. I would like to toast you."

Without looking at Ding Chunqiu, Murong Fu raised a cup of tea and raised his hand to Ye Wuxin.

Calmly, Xiaoyao Sanxiao San has been delivered to that Xingxiu disciple by Murong Fu with the method of 'returning the other's way and giving it to the other'.

All the Xingxiu disciples knew that he had been poisoned by Xiaoyao Sanxiaosan, all of them looked horrified, after a hasty look at Sanxiao's exasperated fellow disciple, they didn't dare to take a breath, and each lowered their heads.

Seeing the two ignoring him, Ding ChunQiu knew that he couldn't get anything cheap at this time, seeing the matter revealed, he felt angry and guarded at the same time.

One of these two people possesses secret skills, and the other has profound internal skills, neither of them are easy to be with.

But how could he be reconciled to giving up the Shenmu Wangding that was right in front of him?Thinking of this, Ding Chunqiu slowly raised two wine cups, facing Ye Wuxin and Murong Fu.

"Young Master Murong, this little master, the three of us are really destined, come, come, let me toast you two."

After finishing speaking, Ding Chunqiu flicked his fingers, and the two wine glasses flew towards Ye Wuxin and Murong Fu.

The wine glass flew horizontally, but not a single drop of wine splashed out. The old devil showed all his abilities, and he was worthy of the words of a man without merit under his great reputation.

"That's enough, I'm a monk, you can't break the precept by drinking alcohol, enjoy it yourself."

With an empty hand to stop it, the strength of the wine glass suddenly disappeared, and it stagnated in mid-air.

The wine in the cup slowly turned into a burst of ice shards, and sprinkled towards the group of XingXiu disciples.

"Hahaha! Mr. Ding's glass of wine should be passed on to Ling Gaotu."

Before the words finished, Murong Fu exhaled in one breath, turned the wine glass that was in front of him, and flew in front of a disciple of Xingxiu.

The wine glass was full of icy crumbs, Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly, and slapped Ye Wuxin with his palm.

Ye Wuxin knew that her Ming Yugong hadn't reached home yet, so she couldn't compete head-on with Ding Laomo, so she pushed Azi aside, and put the Shenmu Wangding into her arms.

With a flash of his body, he only uses the air-split palm to meet the enemy, and does not make direct contact with Ding Chunqiu at all.

Murong Fu subconsciously grasped the long sword at the side, wanted to strike together, but he was concerned about the reputation of Murong's family, worried that he would be publicized by the disciples of XingXiu for bullying the few.

Seeing Ye Wuxin entangled with Ding Chunqiu without losing the wind, he was even more shocked, so he simply sat in his original position and observed the two's martial arts skills.

The speed of the two was getting faster and faster, and for a while the palms scattered in the hall without revealing any aura. The Xingxiu disciples and Ah Zi were dazzled, but no one dared to applaud.

Ye Wuxin's dragonfly point water lifting vertical technique is specially for maneuvering at small angles, although his proficiency is not as good as Jinyan Kungfu, but with the blessing of internal strength, it is already on par with Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu possesses poisonous kung fu, and his light kung fu is also extraordinary and refined. The transformation kung fu in his hands is ferocious, but he can't get close to Ye Wuxin's body.

Seeing that the situation is at a stalemate, and there is that little Murong staring at him beside him, Ding Chunqiu secretly feels anxious.

At this time, Ding ChunQiu changed his mind and suddenly called out.

"Azi!"

Ah Zi, who was huddled in the corner of the lobby watching the excitement, subconsciously said the usual flattering words when she heard the shout.

"Master, you are an old man showing your might."

In the middle of speaking, Ah Zi smiled awkwardly, and couldn't continue talking.

After chasing him for a long time, she didn't even touch the corner of his clothes. How can she praise her?
Ding Chunqiu let out a cold snort, a figure appeared behind Ah Zi, he threw it at Ye Wuxin directly, secretly using the transformation technique in his hands, and killed him like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep.

Seeing the critical situation, Ye Wuxin smiled coldly and took out something from his pocket.

The backhand defuses the momentum on Ah Zi's body, and after pointing the object in his hand at Ding Chunqiu, there is a sound like a thunderbolt.

Bang!
Bursts of black smoke emerged from the muzzle of the gun, Ding Chunqiu let out a cry of pain, a nail-like hole appeared in the palm of his hand, and a burnt smell faintly emerged.

"Oh it's you!"

With a flash of his figure, Ding Chunqiu hurried away, not daring to stay for a moment.

"Old Devil, times have changed."

Ye Wuxin sighed helplessly after blowing away the gunpowder at the muzzle, the short blunderbuss can only catch the opponent by surprise, once the opponent leaves the narrow range, it is useless.

(End of this chapter)