Marry Wang Yuyan at the beginning

After reacting, Murong Fu had already run three feet away.

"I didn't expect Gusu Murong's family to use such indecent moves." He raised his hand and punched, and a powerful force turned into a solid body and blasted out.

Wherever it passed, it was as if a ox plowed a huge hole.

It bombarded Murong Fu's body at an extremely fast speed.

"Bang~"

Murong Fu was beaten and flew a foot away.

Seeing this, Mei Niansheng couldn't bear it even more, and said angrily, "Jinlun Fawang, you are also a grand master after all, attacking a junior from behind goes against the character of the seniors."

Jinlun Fawang said indifferently: "I didn't expect Mr. Murong to be so vulnerable, and he was beaten to death by the old monk after such a long distance."

Everyone was shocked, who would have thought that Jinlun Fawang's punches could reach such terrifying strength.

They stared at Jinlun Fawang angrily, clasped their hands and cursed in a low voice.

"The old monk is too despicable!"

"Young Master Murong is dead, our country of Song has no hope."

"Why doesn't our Song Dynasty have a grandmaster to stand up and resist this villain."

...

Mei Niansheng wished she could recover her skills immediately and avenge Murong Fu.

As a result, with a glance out of the corner of his eye, Murong Fu straightened up like a carp, and jumped up again.

He patted the dust off his body, gave Jinlun Fawang a gesture of international friendship, and said with a big smile, "Thank you, Fawang, for giving me a ride. In the future, I will definitely go to the Yuan Kingdom to pay back ten times more!"

Jinlun Fawang's old face, which had not changed for thousands of years, finally wrinkled together.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have underestimated Murong Fu, and when he moved his footsteps, a three-inch dent was stepped on the ground instantly.

He thought in his heart: "This son must not stay, otherwise it will be difficult for my Yuan Kingdom to want to rule the world!"

Chapter 32: Murong Fu's Script

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have obtained a copy of any exercise experience."

Murong Fu was speechless, the system was still in the mood to issue rewards at this time.

At this moment, he didn't need to turn his head, he could feel a killing intent following closely like a thorn on his back.

However, he has learned tens of thousands of kung fu and martial arts, but he seldom dabbles in light kung fu.

"I should have snatched Duan Yu's Lingbo Weibu earlier."

It seems that the only way to survive is to run towards the Wudang faction.

Fortunately, Jinlun Fawang is carrying a car Gulu on his back, and the speed is not fast,

Tired and exhausted this bastard.

While Murong Fu complained, he did not forget to pour his true energy into his feet.

Speed ​​up and up.

A few tenths of a second for [-] meters, and a few minutes for hurdles are all floating clouds.

At this moment, he is the fastest man in the world.

The Flash would cry and faint in the toilet when he saw it.

Jinlun Fawang gave a cold smile, couldn't help speeding up, and followed behind Murong Fu leisurely.

Like a wolf killing its prey, let him experience despair first.

He even thought disdainfully, how much internal strength can a first-class expert have?

ten years?

20 years?

No matter how excellent the aptitude is, the internal strength cannot exceed 30 years.

If you run for an hour at most, you must be exhausted.

A quarter of an hour...

two quarters...

half an hour...

an hour...

Until three hours later.

Jinlun Fawang found that he was wrong, and it was very wrong.

He underestimated Murong Fu's stamina, and even more underestimated Murong Fu's internal strength.

Three hours later, Murong Fu was still alive and kicking like a normal person, running desperately.

There are mountains into the mountains, and there are waters to cross the water.

Leave him behind.

"Damn it, how can the old thing run so fast? It's more patient than me!" Murong Fu finally felt that his internal strength had bottomed out. If it wasn't for Xiao Wuxiang's miraculous skills, he would have died of exhaustion long ago.

"Murong benefactor, please stay still, if you run any further, you still won't be able to escape the old monk's palm." Jinlun Fawang hung behind him, showing no signs of weakness.

Murong Fu said angrily: "Young master is not a fool, so he won't stop at the same place and wait for you to kill him."

"I have practiced Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu since I was a child, and now I have reached the No.11 floor, and my energy and blood are five times that of ordinary people. If you continue to run, you will be exhausted, and I will rest for three days at most." Jinlun Fawang's voice was like a rainbow, The trembling void trembled.

Eleventh floor?

In the original book, this old monk has only cultivated to the tenth level.

Moreover, it was still when Yang Guo was in his thirties.

How did he get here? Not only did he reach the eleventh floor, but he was also more than 20 years ahead of schedule.

Are you trying to be invincible?