Marry Wang Yuyan at the beginning

"..."

The squire chattered on and on and on.

Murong Fu rubbed his ears, and said with a cold smile: "Whoever is talking nonsense, throw it down!"

"What?"

The four masters will bring the servants of the various prefectures with them, and if there is no second word, they will do it.

In their hearts, Murong Fu's words are the imperial decree, and everything else is rubbish.

None of the squires who spoke before dared to speak again.

Until an old man who was nearly sixty years old, clutching his chest and tremblingly said: "I... I am the guide of Qin Hui, the prime minister of the dynasty, you dare to kill me?"

Murong Fu said disdainfully: "Even if it's Qin Hui and his father who come today, if he dares to stop me, he won't miss it."

Deng Baichuan, Bao Butong and the others felt very satisfied seeing Murong Fu being so domineering.

Bao BuTong walked directly towards the old man.

Seeing this, Song Yongsi couldn't stand anymore, and persuaded: "Mr. Murong, these people can't die, their backgrounds are not small!"

"Who said I was going to kill them, I just let them play with the corpse."

"It's just that if someone gets infected by accident, then I'll be blamed for being ruthless." Murong Fu's voice was cold, and everyone present trembled.

The old man who claimed to be Qin Hui's guide, his legs and feet went limp in an instant, and he slumped on the ground.

He couldn't stop saying, "You are so vicious!"

Seeing that the old man was scared, Song Yongsi's little heart fluttered and became quiet.

It's just that he didn't expect a gust of wind to blow in front of him.

The old man flew out instantly.

A voice came from next to my ear: "Go away, old man, you dare to scold my young master!"

accident!

Absolutely by accident!

Murong Fu also froze on the spot, because the person who shot the old man was Feng Boping.

Song Yongsi wailed and shouted: "Master Murong Fu, he is really Qin Xiang's guide."

"Hehe, then you should prepare for his funeral." Murong Fu patted Song Yongsi on the shoulder and said sharply, "Come on!"

Deng Baichuan, Bao Butong and others gave their subordinates and others a hint.

The servants immediately took buckets of kerosene and poured them into the corpse pit.

The squires who wanted to stop them before.

Everyone dared to be angry and dare not speak out, for fear that they would be left behind if they said a word.

at this time.

An officer and soldier on the periphery shouted: "There are a lot of infected people rushing over."

Murong Fu smiled indifferently: "I know you are reluctant to part with these infected corpses."

"Jie Jie, Murong Fu, you are incredible, to know that the corpse is useful to me!" A man in a black robe came out from the crowd.

Behind him was a swordsman in green clothes with dull eyes.

"Who are you? Why did you do such an outrageous thing in Gusu City?" Murong Fu asked in a deep voice.

"Jie Jie, you'd better not know who I am. Not only will it be bad for you, it might be a serious blow to the entire Murong family." The man in black smiled coldly.

Murong Fu's expression did not change, in fact, he already had the answer in his heart.

"In that case, then I will bury you and these living dead in this cremation pit."

"Murong Fu, I know you are very skilled in martial arts, but do you think I'm unprepared?" The black-robed man smiled coldly, and took out a bell from his bosom.

After shaking it vigorously a few times, the swordsman in Tsing Yi beside him.

He rushed towards Murong Fu suddenly, without any hesitation, he cut off Murong Fu's face.

"It's just in time." Murong Fu pointed at the swordsman with one side of his body.

"Oh!"

The swordsman immediately took five steps back and attacked again!

Murong Fu frowned, he didn't expect this swordsman's whole body to be as hard as iron.

Although it was just a random blow, it was not something that ordinary masters could resist.

What surprised him even more was that the swordsman's sword skills were very strange.

Hidden yin and yang, fast and slow, incomparably subtle.

"Strange, why do I feel familiar with this kind of knife technique?"

Murong Fu fought and retreated, and kept recalling in his mind where did he see this saber technique?

"It was him!"

Just when he thought about the origin of the saber technique, the saber in the hands of the Tsing Yi swordsman turned into countless blade lights and chopped down.

"Jie Jie, no one can survive his move of Sand Gull Liebo!"

"Is that so?" Murong Fu suddenly threw out a punch, which happened to land on the edge of the blade impartially.

"Oh!"

The Swordsman in Tsing Yi was instantly sent flying a foot away.

Although he was already a living dead person, he was still stiff for a few breaths without knowing the pain.

"Impossible! How can you be so strong?" the black-robed man was puzzled.

"A piece of trash like you won't understand how powerful I am." Murong Fu was not polite, and used all his strength, using the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu combined with the three great magic kung fu.

Let his destructive power achieve a qualitative change.