Marry Wang Yuyan at the beginning

"Yinmeng, your swordsmanship is really ordinary, I think you should stop obediently and kill Murong Fu with me, then you and I will go to the martial arts together and kill him in the dark!" Hua Cuo laughed.

"Really?" Huajing was not angry when he heard this in his dream, but became even more indifferent.

The Jiuqu Lianhuan swordsmanship focuses on showing weakness, luring the enemy, and counterattacking, so that the enemy can't breathe step by step.

Hua Cuo is so arrogant, he will be the one who loses in the end.

After getting acquainted, Hua Cuo finally felt something was wrong.

Huajing Yinmeng's sword moves became more and more fierce, and he seemed to have fallen into an invisible net and was strangled tightly. He asked in surprise, "What kind of sword technique is this, how can it be so weird!"

Chapter 190: Come and show me!

"You don't deserve to know what kind of swordsmanship." Huajing Yinmeng's eyes were filled with anger, and his men didn't stop for a moment.

"Then don't blame me!"

There was a green light in Hua Cuo's eyes, holding the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand, and suddenly drew the knife at the moment Huajing Yinmeng killed him.

When the extremely fast knife collided with the sharp sword, the air seemed to collapse and become extremely illusory.

Harsh sound waves followed.

"Zheng~"

The coachman and maid let out a scream and quickly covered their ears.

Huajing and Huacuo frowned at the same time, the true energy above the sword collided, and retreated a few steps at the same time, the former suddenly felt his body turned upside down, jumped into the carriage, slapped the horse from the air, and then collapsed Fell into the car.

The horse let out a loud cry and rushed out in one step.

"Ma'am, are you alright!" the servant girl was too frightened to ask quickly.

"Quick, run, he is going to catch up soon." Huajing Yinmeng ordered.

When the coachman heard this, he picked up his whip in fright, spun a few times in the air, and slapped the horse hard:

"Drive~Drive~"

"Son, run quickly. When I get home, I'll treat you to high-quality horse food, and find you a mare to make you feel better."

The servant girl blushed when she heard this, and scolded: "I'm not serious, I'm not afraid that the young master will find out that he cut your tongue."

"Um, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ma'am is all my fault." The coachman realized that he had said something wrong and quickly apologized.

"Hurry up and stop talking nonsense!" Huajing Yinmeng forced his qi to bounce back and urged again.

The coachman smoked a few more times, and soon, the carriage disappeared from Hua Cuo's sight.

"Hehe, my good lady, I didn't expect that I haven't seen a lot of progress in the past few years. It seems that the level of this swordsmanship is not low. It should be passed to her by the one named Murong Fu." Hua Cuo didn't rush to chase, but You He walked leisurely and slowly towards Gusu.

In the old house.

Murong Fu recited the formula of clearing the heart, and his mind became clearer.

After running Zhou Tian a few times, he slowly opened his eyes and was about to get out of bed for a cup of tea when Jiang Zian's urgent voice suddenly came from his ear:

"Master, Madam Yinmeng has already entered the city."

"Oh? Half an hour earlier than I expected." Murong Fu poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip.

"But..." Jiang Zian hesitated to speak.

"But what? Tell me what you have to say." Murong Fu asked.

"It seems that because Mrs. Meng was injured, the subordinates looked from a distance and found that her face was a little pale, and there were blood stains on both sides of the coachman's ears." Jiang Zian said hesitantly.

"Ok?"

Murong Fu raised his brows, put down his water glass, opened the door and walked out: "Follow me to have a look."

"Yes, Master."

As soon as Murong Fu brought Jiang Zian outside the old house, he saw Huajing Yinmeng's carriage approaching.

Taking a closer look, the horse pulling the cart has long been beaten and bruised all over.

"Yinmeng~" Murong Fu hurriedly stepped forward and helped Huajing Yinmeng off the carriage: "How are you doing?"

Huajing shook his head because of his dream, but he didn't suppress the true energy in his body anymore, and spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath weakened by three points in an instant: "It just shook the five internal organs, there is no serious problem."

Murong Fu took his pulse and found that it was true, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Who beat you like this?"

"The flower is wrong, he doesn't know where it is, and he found out that my itinerary was blocked halfway." Huajing Yinmeng said.

"Where is he?" Murong Fu asked.

"My lord, he... he is just outside Gusu City, and he seems to want to kill you." The servant girl said nonuo.

Murong Fu looked sideways at Jiang Zian: "Ask Miracle Doctor Su to show Madam."

"understand!"

Jiang Zian hurriedly found a few maids to help Huajing Yinmeng: "My lord, I'll take a look with you."

"No need, I can do this myself." Murong Fu said and walked out.

Huajing Yinmeng stretched out his hand to hold Murong Fu and said: "Be careful, he is already a master master, and he has also learned the Windward Slash, which is even stronger than the Windward Slash that Wuhua hurts you."

"Don't worry, I understand." Murong Fu patted Huajing Yinmeng's hand, walked out without turning his head, and disappeared in front of everyone in three breaths.

Jiang Zian hurriedly greeted; "Madam Yinmeng please."

"Send someone to look after Fu Lang." Huajing Yinmeng said.

Jiang Zian said respectfully and seriously: "Madam, don't worry, no one within [-] miles of Gusu City can threaten the master."

Huajing was taken aback by the dream, then nodded, and walked into the house with the help of the maid.

Outside Gusu City, Murong Fu dragged the Tianji Stick and walked towards the direction Huajing Yinmeng came from.

The stick made a "squeaky" friction sound on the ground.

From time to time, a tall, thin, vigorous and slender man walked towards him.

Wide shoulders, narrow waist, narrow hips.

The chiseled face was rather handsome, as pale as snow.